{o34} | conversation téléphonique érotique
conversation téléphonique érotique
nc-17; suchun (junsu x yoochun); smut
a summary would kill this fic.
will be locked in twenty-four hours.
this is written for the loverly melchunology. merody~! happy birthday. it's a day late, but happy birthday. . .oh and this is only part one of your birthday present, you have two more left.<3
junsu sighed as he leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers gently playing with the leather collar around his neck; the thought of how this collar was so much more than an accessory and more of a reminder of those hidden desires making his pants tighten slightly. brought out of his thoughts by a knock on the door, junsu clears his throat and pushes those thoughts to the back of his head before his secretary leads him into a meeting room.
an hour and one merger later, junsu is basically skipping out of the meeting room when he is stopped by his secretary and given a message to call his lover back. he nods and walks out of the office and beelines it to the closet restroom. locking the door behind him, he presses the speed dial button for his lover and smiles when his lover picks up. he is instantly put on hold and soon the image of his lover pops up. junsu doesn't know whether to come or faint at the sight; his lover decked out in nothing the matching collar around his neck. he smiles softly at the collar before his lover brings him out of his though, "su. . .i wanna see you. . ."
he turns on the camera on his phone and blows his lover a kiss. he smiles at the other's blush. the blush is replaced with a seductive smirk and wink. he tries to open his mouth, but he quickly shuts it when he sees his lover wrap a hand around his softened cock, leisurely stroking it to it's full potential and panting softly. he watches eagerly as his lover thumbs his slit, the little droplets of pre-cum slowly becoming a stream of the opaque liquid that he wants to taste oh-so badly.
he figures he must look stupid by now, just staring at his lover pleasing himself, but he doesn't want to miss a single minute of it and he makes sure that the faces the other makes is forever etched in his mind.
"su. . .need more."
"what do you need yoochun?" he asks, his voice no longer the adorable huskiness it normally is, but the tone of a seductive man "do you need my kisses? our lips pressed engaged in a heated battle dominance, a fight easily won by me, as i stroke your cock lazily? do you want to be under arching and begging for more, begging me to stop teasing you? do you want to be hanging onto your last thread of sanity as my fingers slowly slide into you, teasing you with the tortuously slow pace? do you want that i was there fucking you until all you could think, smell, feel is what i'm doing to you?"
". . ." not getting a response is always a good thing, in his opinion.
he isn't wrong, because his gaze lingers on yoochun, his lover sucking on his own fingers as if he had junsu's cock in his mouth. he knows he doesn't have to touch himself, just watching his lover please himself is enough to push him over the edge, but yoochun's breathing hitches as two fingers push past the tight ring and he finds himself sliding a hand into his pants and slowly jerking himself off.
"junsu!" yoochun cries out sharply, arching his hips off the bed and he knows yoochun has found that spot in himself.
"shit. . ." he groans out, not knowing what or caring to say other than that, but he's close; his balls tighten and his pace become less rhythmic and more erratic.
"so close. . .uhn. . ."
"cum with me, chunnie," it seems those words set yoochun off because as soon as those words leave his lips, yoochun's body tenses and he shudders as he coats his lower half in his own cum, a scream of junsu's name leaving his lips.
junsu doesn't last long after that, the scream of his name and the face yoochun made as he came is enough to send junsu completely over the edge. he tenses and throws his head back, a silent cry escaping his lips as he coats his underwear.
"we'll continue this when i get home."
with that the call ends and junsu smirks.
nc-17; suchun (junsu x yoochun); smut
a summary would kill this fic.
will be locked in twenty-four hours.
this is written for the loverly melchunology. merody~! happy birthday. it's a day late, but happy birthday. . .oh and this is only part one of your birthday present, you have two more left.<3
junsu sighed as he leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers gently playing with the leather collar around his neck; the thought of how this collar was so much more than an accessory and more of a reminder of those hidden desires making his pants tighten slightly. brought out of his thoughts by a knock on the door, junsu clears his throat and pushes those thoughts to the back of his head before his secretary leads him into a meeting room.
an hour and one merger later, junsu is basically skipping out of the meeting room when he is stopped by his secretary and given a message to call his lover back. he nods and walks out of the office and beelines it to the closet restroom. locking the door behind him, he presses the speed dial button for his lover and smiles when his lover picks up. he is instantly put on hold and soon the image of his lover pops up. junsu doesn't know whether to come or faint at the sight; his lover decked out in nothing the matching collar around his neck. he smiles softly at the collar before his lover brings him out of his though, "su. . .i wanna see you. . ."
he turns on the camera on his phone and blows his lover a kiss. he smiles at the other's blush. the blush is replaced with a seductive smirk and wink. he tries to open his mouth, but he quickly shuts it when he sees his lover wrap a hand around his softened cock, leisurely stroking it to it's full potential and panting softly. he watches eagerly as his lover thumbs his slit, the little droplets of pre-cum slowly becoming a stream of the opaque liquid that he wants to taste oh-so badly.
he figures he must look stupid by now, just staring at his lover pleasing himself, but he doesn't want to miss a single minute of it and he makes sure that the faces the other makes is forever etched in his mind.
"su. . .need more."
"what do you need yoochun?" he asks, his voice no longer the adorable huskiness it normally is, but the tone of a seductive man "do you need my kisses? our lips pressed engaged in a heated battle dominance, a fight easily won by me, as i stroke your cock lazily? do you want to be under arching and begging for more, begging me to stop teasing you? do you want to be hanging onto your last thread of sanity as my fingers slowly slide into you, teasing you with the tortuously slow pace? do you want that i was there fucking you until all you could think, smell, feel is what i'm doing to you?"
". . ." not getting a response is always a good thing, in his opinion.
he isn't wrong, because his gaze lingers on yoochun, his lover sucking on his own fingers as if he had junsu's cock in his mouth. he knows he doesn't have to touch himself, just watching his lover please himself is enough to push him over the edge, but yoochun's breathing hitches as two fingers push past the tight ring and he finds himself sliding a hand into his pants and slowly jerking himself off.
"junsu!" yoochun cries out sharply, arching his hips off the bed and he knows yoochun has found that spot in himself.
"shit. . ." he groans out, not knowing what or caring to say other than that, but he's close; his balls tighten and his pace become less rhythmic and more erratic.
"so close. . .uhn. . ."
"cum with me, chunnie," it seems those words set yoochun off because as soon as those words leave his lips, yoochun's body tenses and he shudders as he coats his lower half in his own cum, a scream of junsu's name leaving his lips.
junsu doesn't last long after that, the scream of his name and the face yoochun made as he came is enough to send junsu completely over the edge. he tenses and throws his head back, a silent cry escaping his lips as he coats his underwear.
"we'll continue this when i get home."
with that the call ends and junsu smirks.