f: pony-tail
→ pony-tail | R | yunho/yoochun | 632wc
→ yunho likes yoochun's new hairstyle a little too much.
→ inspired by this video
→ you can also read this in Spanish, translated by the lovely sheiho23_5 (( here ))
Yoochun barely made it halfway across the room when he was suddenly heaved off the floor. Hands gripped the thick biceps which connected to the tall form of no other than Jung Yunho himself. A little excited and scared shitless at the same time, the composer released an uncharacteristic squeal as the taller man pressed him against the wall. His legs automatically latched around the man’s sturdy waist, his arms coiling around Yunho’s neck, praying the man won’t drop him.
“Hair,” the man grumbled against the skin of his neck, hot breath fanning, making it moist.
Frowning, Yoochun asked, “What?” he could feel the telltale sign of Yunho’s arousal heavy against the inner part of his thigh.
Fingers curled through curly raven locks tied tightly in a pony tail, “This,” Yunho hissed, mouth trailing kisses along the long column of the composer’s neck. “You look beautiful,” he gave the bobbing Adam’s apple a tentative lick.
“Oh,” Yoochun made a mental note to thank the stylist for suggesting the hair style. “You like it that much, huh?” his lips parted as soon as Yunho pressed closer, plunging his tongue deeply into his mouth, savoring the sweetness. The kiss was a mesh of tongues and reddening lips, vying to keep up and maintain control. It was wet and hot, no more less than addictive.
“I love you,”
Taken aback by the leader’s words, Yoochun pulled back a little only to look deeply into the other’s darkening eyes. He lifted his hips and grinded down the answering bulge pressing against his groin. “Baby, you know I love you more. Now kiss me again.” Waiting was not one of his strong capabilities, and if Yunho wanted to be inside him as much as he wanted him to be, then there was no room for menial conversations.
They were supposed to be on stage in an hour, just enough time for him to recover.
Long fingers tugged gently on his hair, pulling his head back before a mouth latched onto one of his jutting collarbones. One of Yunho’s fetishes.
Impatient, Yunho travelled down narrow hips, squeezing the beautiful man’s ass. Yoochun moaned and arched against the touch. If this is what all it takes to have the ever composed leader come undone, he would’ve had worn his hair up in a ponytail more often.
A thin sheen of sweat glistened on Yoochun’s brow as Yunho kissed him again. Making a quick work of removing Yoochun’s shirt off, Yunho ran his finger tips along the pebbled nub, giving it a light pinch before rolling it around in languid motions.
“Take me,” Yoochun urged, almost mewling at the way Yunho’s fingers massaged the back of his head, making the hair tie almost undone and askew.
For a moment there was silence as Yunho plunged his tongue inside the sinful mouth, tasting every bit of sweetness Yoochun possessed, “We have to be on stage in-”
“I don’t care,” Yoochun growled in a low voice, “You have to finish what you started.”
“Fuck,” Yunho closed his eyes tightly before glaring pointedly at the curly-haired man. Controlling his desire was quite futile, most especially when Yoochun decided to torture him and grinded his hips provocatively, teasing the erection trapped inside his jeans. “Fine, you asked for it.” Yunho made sure to lock the door before Yoochun was able to kick off his shoes and pants off.
Jaejoong threatened to break the door if they didn’t come out after almost an hour of disappearing inside the lounge.
And later that day, Yoochun pathetically danced to Mirotic in front of the camera and the live audience, all the while boring holes at the back of Yunho’s head.
Nevertheless, it was worth the pain after all.
He should wear his hair up more often.
end
→ yunho likes yoochun's new hairstyle a little too much.
→ inspired by this video
→ you can also read this in Spanish, translated by the lovely sheiho23_5 (( here ))
Yoochun barely made it halfway across the room when he was suddenly heaved off the floor. Hands gripped the thick biceps which connected to the tall form of no other than Jung Yunho himself. A little excited and scared shitless at the same time, the composer released an uncharacteristic squeal as the taller man pressed him against the wall. His legs automatically latched around the man’s sturdy waist, his arms coiling around Yunho’s neck, praying the man won’t drop him.
“Hair,” the man grumbled against the skin of his neck, hot breath fanning, making it moist.
Frowning, Yoochun asked, “What?” he could feel the telltale sign of Yunho’s arousal heavy against the inner part of his thigh.
Fingers curled through curly raven locks tied tightly in a pony tail, “This,” Yunho hissed, mouth trailing kisses along the long column of the composer’s neck. “You look beautiful,” he gave the bobbing Adam’s apple a tentative lick.
“Oh,” Yoochun made a mental note to thank the stylist for suggesting the hair style. “You like it that much, huh?” his lips parted as soon as Yunho pressed closer, plunging his tongue deeply into his mouth, savoring the sweetness. The kiss was a mesh of tongues and reddening lips, vying to keep up and maintain control. It was wet and hot, no more less than addictive.
“I love you,”
Taken aback by the leader’s words, Yoochun pulled back a little only to look deeply into the other’s darkening eyes. He lifted his hips and grinded down the answering bulge pressing against his groin. “Baby, you know I love you more. Now kiss me again.” Waiting was not one of his strong capabilities, and if Yunho wanted to be inside him as much as he wanted him to be, then there was no room for menial conversations.
They were supposed to be on stage in an hour, just enough time for him to recover.
Long fingers tugged gently on his hair, pulling his head back before a mouth latched onto one of his jutting collarbones. One of Yunho’s fetishes.
Impatient, Yunho travelled down narrow hips, squeezing the beautiful man’s ass. Yoochun moaned and arched against the touch. If this is what all it takes to have the ever composed leader come undone, he would’ve had worn his hair up in a ponytail more often.
A thin sheen of sweat glistened on Yoochun’s brow as Yunho kissed him again. Making a quick work of removing Yoochun’s shirt off, Yunho ran his finger tips along the pebbled nub, giving it a light pinch before rolling it around in languid motions.
“Take me,” Yoochun urged, almost mewling at the way Yunho’s fingers massaged the back of his head, making the hair tie almost undone and askew.
For a moment there was silence as Yunho plunged his tongue inside the sinful mouth, tasting every bit of sweetness Yoochun possessed, “We have to be on stage in-”
“I don’t care,” Yoochun growled in a low voice, “You have to finish what you started.”
“Fuck,” Yunho closed his eyes tightly before glaring pointedly at the curly-haired man. Controlling his desire was quite futile, most especially when Yoochun decided to torture him and grinded his hips provocatively, teasing the erection trapped inside his jeans. “Fine, you asked for it.” Yunho made sure to lock the door before Yoochun was able to kick off his shoes and pants off.
Jaejoong threatened to break the door if they didn’t come out after almost an hour of disappearing inside the lounge.
And later that day, Yoochun pathetically danced to Mirotic in front of the camera and the live audience, all the while boring holes at the back of Yunho’s head.
Nevertheless, it was worth the pain after all.
He should wear his hair up more often.
end