Soulmates Bonus Scene
Title: HouseSoulmates Bonus Scene
Pairing: Junseung
Genre: Fluff, humour, smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Junhyung gives the new housemate candidate, Hyunseung, a tour upstairs
Notes: The first part can be found here
Junhyung leans his hip against the edge of the mini-pool table as he watches Hyunseung moving around their games room. The brunette hovers around in what has been dubbed ‘The electronics corner’ where situated is a vast amount of new and old consoles from a rather old looking Nintendo 64 to a brand new x-box 360 that looks like it’s just been taken out of it’s box. The lights are dim, a low hanging ceiling fixture above the pool table casting a fluorescent glow over the room. Hyunseung runs slender fingers over the plastic casing of a pac-man machine, hand curling around the red lever. ‘This work?’ He calls over his shoulder and Junhyung nods.
The younger of the two makes his way over, moving to stand behind Hyunseung. He slides his arms around the thin male, gently tapping the start up button and from the corner of his eye, Hyunseung smiles. The brunette shifts back on his heels, shoulder blade rubbing against Junhyung’s chest. ‘I haven’t played this before’ He murmurs, carefully guiding the character across a line of dots. Junhyung settles his hands to startlingly slender hips, gently pressing the other forwards until he’s trapped between the machine and Junhyung’s lean body. ‘I’ll help you but I don’t think you’ll need it’
Junhyung watches as the first of the enemies is released. The blue ghost-like icon begins to slowly move in the direction of Hyunseung’s character, taking it’s time. It hovers nearby and seems to follow the pac-man but gives up quickly, steering away only to resume the chase when their paths cross again. ’Inky is the fickle one’. Hyunseung steps back onto one heel, wedging his foot between Junhyung’s. His neck cranes to a side, inviting and pale like alabaster. Junhyung’s lip barely touches the snow-white skin when the second enemy is released. ‘Watch out for this one’ He redirects his attention, enclosing a hand around Hyunseung’s on the lever. His hand is warm beneath Junhyung’s mildly sweaty palm and with a little shifting he somehow entwines their fingers. ‘Which one is this one?’ Hyunseung asks, turning his head just enough for their cheeks to brush. ‘P-Pinky’ Junhyung’s voice gives an odd little pitch and he clears his throat, pushing forwards on the lever.
‘Did you make them up or is there a story behind those names?’ Having declared himself bored of the game, Hyunseung is behind the bar now, taking stock of all the imported beers Doojoon keeps back there. Vaguely, Junhyung hears a whistle and soft murmuring as the handsome brunette straightens up. This place is bigger than my apartment. His hands run over the brass piping that runs along the edge of the bar. ‘They’ve all got characters, different personalities to stop the game getting boring’ Junhyung raises a bottle to his lips before setting it back on the pool table. Yoseob would skin him alive if he knew Junhyung wasn’t using a coaster. Hyunseung nods and Junhyung gets the feeling he’s only vaguely listening. The other is now inspecting the old movie posters framed on the wall. A slightly faded image of Malcolm McDowell in a Clockwork Orange stares back at him.
‘Doojoon must be on some pretty good money to afford this place’ Hyunseung glances briefly back to Junhyung before moving to the batman poster and finally the more recent x-men poster. ‘It was left to him by his great grandfather’ Junhyung sips his beer again, a warm glow settling into the pit of his stomach. He hums slightly, watching Hyunseung skirting the room, slowly getting closer, and closer. They all have well paying jobs; Doojoon and Yoseob working in the gaming industry and Junhyung a sought-after freelance lyricist.
He’s staring at Hyunseung’s lips when he realises the other is stood right in front of him. The lighting casts odd shadows across them, and it’s hard to hear what he’s saying over the thrumming of his heart and rushing of blood passed his ears. He’s mesmerized by the wet sheen, the result of Hyunseung’s pink tongue gliding across them. It’s a little surprising to hear the other ask in a not-so-innocent tone ‘Do you want to play a game?’ Junhyung nods dumbly.
There‘s a lump forming in his throat that is getting considerably harder to talk around by the second and it takes several attempts that leave him looking like a fish out of water before he can speak. ‘What are the rules?’ Hyunseung’s hands slide to rest on the pool table behind him, either side of his hips. There’s a wolfish grin on his lips which should look strange with his cat-like eyes. He looks dangerous, and sexy. Very sexy. ‘The first rule’ Hyunseung drawls in a low tone that makes the hairs at his nape stand on end as he presses a finger against Junhyung‘s collar bone .‘Is that we move somewhere more… locked’ His eyes flitter from Junhyung’s towards the door and Junhyung doesn’t need to look to know there isn’t a lock on the wooden door. Hyunseung’s finger drags down his torso, scratching at his barely toned stomach through the thin cotton of his shirt. Junhyung leans forwards, feeling fingers hook into his belt loops and he’s pulled away from the sturdy support of the pool table. Hyunseung’s lips linger just inches from his own and he can smell the hot cocoa on the other’s breath, sweetened by marshmallows and sugar.
Hyunseung’s back collides with the wall, barely avoiding butting the back of his head against a picture of Marlon Brando. Junhyung takes the opportunity to press his lips to Hyunseung’s and he moans as the other instantly parts his lips, tongue sweeping between their lower lips. Junhyung kisses him hard, lips ravishing Hyunseung’s and he holds the older man in place with a firm grip at his inner elbows and his body weight. There’s something about him that pops and cracks and fizzles every nerve of Junhyung’s body and like his addiction to coca-cola, he can’t get enough of it.
Hyunseung grinds up against him and Junhyung breaks the kiss to pant against his collar bone. Lips press to his temple and he hears the other chuckle, feels the smile against his skin as Hyunseung untangles their arms and rubs at the back of his neck, shoulders. ‘Perhaps we should finish the tour later?’ He presses a kiss once, twice to the corner of Junhyung’s lips and he finds himself nodding dumbly again. Junhyung’s fingers curl around his wrists, tight like a vice and he’s leading the handsome man down the hall.
He presses Hyunseung’s back to his locked bedroom door without thinking and the he feels the laughter as it bubbles up the pretty man’s throat. Hyunseung’s body shakes, chest rumbling as his lips travel down the exposed pale skin below his Adam’s apple. Hyunseung’s head hit’s the door with a gentle thud and Junhyung feels hands tug at the shoulder seams of his shirt. He takes a step back to shrug out of the sleeveless shirt, eyes never once leaving the flushed and panting man before him. Hyunseung smiles lazily and hooks a finger onto the hem of Junhyung’s vest, pulling him in for another kiss. ‘You can guess what the second rule is, right?’ There’s a fire dancing in those doe-like eyes that sends a rush of excitement through Junhyung. He steals another searing kiss before gently pushing at Junhyung’s shoulders.
He squirms out of his oversized vest, somehow getting his head momentarily stuck before it heaps on the floor some inches from his shirt. Hyunseung whistles appreciatively, finger tips stroking the length of Junhyung’s newly bared torso. He’s not overly muscular but there’s the faint hint of muscle beneath unblemished skin and he shivers as Hyunseung leans forwards, pink tongue darting out to taste the skin just below Junhyung’s collar bone. There’s a hardness against his hip and Junhyung can feel his own need pressing just as painfully against Hyunseung’s slender frame.
Junhyung smoothes his palms over the planes of Hyunseung’s chest, hands slipping to the hem of his low v-neck. The older male gives a soft gasp as Junhyung brushes his knuckles over the skin just above the band of his boxers, fleetingly quick. He gives a gentle tug and slowly unveils inch after slow inch of pale skin stretched over sinewy muscles. He’s barely a centimetre above the other’s navel when he presses moist lips to smooth skin, gently nipping. Hyunseung sighs, panting a little more laboured and he raises his arms as Junhyung gets higher, making it easy for him to remove the shirt. It flutters to the floor, joined moments later by Hyunseung’s hat and Junhyung can’t not touch that hair.
It’s smooth like chocolate between his fingers, tickling his wrist like silk. He draws his hands away, sucking Hyunseung’s lower lip between his own and grasps roughly at slender thighs. Hyunseung arches against the door, using Junhyung’s shoulders for leverage and he manages to curl his legs around the song writer’s waist. Junhyung runs a hand beneath one of those thighs, tracing unmemorable patterns till he cups both hands into the back pockets of Hyunseung’s faded black jeans. Thighs tighten around him, pressing against his ribs and Hyunseung moans against his lips.
Junhyung presses fully against him, trapping the other firmly between himself and the door for a long moment of sweet torture as he grinds their hips together. The friction of cotton and jeans is delightful, setting every nerve of his body on fire. Hyunseung seems to share the sentiment as he pants against his ear, mouth hot and moist against the sensitive spot just under Junhyung’s ear. His knees are quickly growing weaker, his head too caught up with hot lips and electric touches. He takes one of Hyunseung’s hands, curling the other man’s arm around his neck. Hyunseung seems to catch on, limbs tightening around him and Junhyung can’t resist tangling a hand into those soft chocolate curls as he presses their lips together.
Junhyung deposits him onto white sheets, crawling on hands and knees till he hovers above him. He smirks down at him, lips pressing to Hyunseung’s bare chest, somewhere above his heart. Hyunseung’s fingers curl into his wavy hair, massaging his scalp and he can’t help but purr against the inside of the thin man’s elbow. He reaches down to unzip his jeans, a soft sigh slipping his lips as the pressure against his cock dissipates.
He presses a trail of kisses down Hyunseung’s torso, fingers tickling pale ribs until the man beneath him squirms and laughs, entire body heaving with the force of his chuckles. Junhyung smirks against his hip bone, fingers dancing across the elasticized band of Hyunseung’s Galliano boxers. Warm fingers curl around his wrists, pulling his hands away and Junhyung’s world is turned, falling off kilter, till he’s on his back and Hyunseung lingers above him. ‘I just realised something’ Hyunseung says, seating himself carefully on Junhyung’s groin. ‘You know a lot about me but I know absolutely nothing about you’ His eyes sparkle with mischief, fingertips gently pressing to Junhyung’s collarbone. He reaches up to unseat Hyunseung but his hands are batted away.
‘Well.. What do you want to know about me?’ Junhyung asks as a pang of nerves strikes his stomach. This could go badly if Hyunseung asks the wrong questions. ‘Tell me about yourself’ Hyunseung smiles, leaning in. His lips press to the corners of Junhyung’s lips and his eyelids. His hand drops to graze Junhyung’s bare stomach and the nerves soothe at the touch. Junhyung thinks about it for a long moment, watching the digits tracing the contours of his abs,. ‘I -’ Junhyung pauses, running his tongue over his lips for moisture. ‘My name is Yong Junhyung. I changed my name from Yong Jaesoon in grade six. I write songs for idols, Korean and Foreigner, um…, I produce music. I’m half naked and I want you’ Junhyung squeezes his eyes shut, not waiting to see the other man’s reaction as the blood rushes to his face.
There’s a gentle chuckle and Hyunseung’s fingers grip the hem on his jeans, roughly dragging denim and his cotton briefs down his thighs. Junhyung squirms, the warm air cool against his flushed skin and he feels fingers dancing across his thighs. Hyunseung lets Junhyung’s pale jeans pool around his ankles, pressing a kiss to the inside of muscular thighs as he slides back up the other’s body. Junhyung mewls, gnawing against his knuckles as Hyunseung licks a line from his navel to his collar bone. His entire body feels like it’s on fire and his lungs are filled with the scent of Hyunseung; leather and campfires.
His fingers tangle into Hyunseung’s curly hair and he pulls the other closer to catch his lips. They fight for dominance, his nails leaving crescent moons above Hyunseung’s hips as the other tenderly strokes his face. The man above him is everything he’s ever wanted in a partner; good looks and sharp wit. The chemistry between them is undeniable. Hyunseung tweaks a nipple between his forefinger and thumb, making Junhyung arch from the bed. His head rolls back, a soft moan escaping his lips and he chokes on his own spit as Hyunseung’s hot mouth engulfs his cock.
Junhyung bites on his lip as Hyunseung works his mouth over hardened flesh, alternating between gently suckling and lapping at it like a lollipop. His hands fist at the sheets, knuckles white and he scrunches his toes as Hyunseung begins to take in more and more of his length. He tangles long fingers into Hyunseung’s hair, howling a the tip brushes the back of the older man’s throat. So tight. He could almost cum there and then. He tugs at a few curls some minutes later, forcing Hyunseung off his cock with a slick pop. He’s so close.
Junhyung can taste himself on the brunette’s lips and in the crevices of his mouth as their tongues meet and it’s not until Hyunseung is above him, neck craned towards him, knees either side of his thighs that he realises Hyunseung still has his trousers on. His hands curl to the dark denim of Hyunseung’s pants and the other slides away, kicking his legs over the side of the bed. Junhyung makes a noise in the back of his throat, something akin to a whimper which has Hyunseung smirking over his shoulder at him. ‘Miss me already?’ Hyunseung laughs. His jeans pool around his ankles and Junhyung’s mouth is startlingly dry. Hyunseung had been naked under those tight jeans.
Hyunseung crawls over him in all his naked glory, slender limbs and pale skin. Junhyung runs his hands over the velvet skin of his newly exposed thighs and his mouth waters. Hyunseung kisses him senseless, hands cupping and angling his head into the kiss whilst rocking his own erection against Junhyung’s. ‘Lube?’ He asks, pulling away barely long enough to fill his lungs with oxygen before Junhyung presses their lips together again. The younger breaks away moments later and gropes blindly as his beside table as Hyunseung lays a trail of butterfly kisses down his chest. A small, untouched bottle of lube rolls off Junhyung’s stomach and the condom packet bounces off Hyunseung’s forehead. The gesture seems to bode well by Hyunseung as the older of the pair leans forwards, sliding his hand under Junhyung’s head and presses a kiss to his cheekbone. ‘Thanks’ He murmurs, turning back to the task at hand.
He tears the packet open with his teeth and pinches the end tightly between finger and thumb. He rolls it slowly down Junhyung’s swollen cock, tongue lapping at every inch of skin before it’s covered. Junhyung is a little surprised that other man is allowing him to dominate him when Hyunseung has been leading so far but the other man is hovering over his lube-slicked cock and all thoughts fly out his head.
So tight. So hot. He almost can’t breath because Hyunseung sinks down onto him with no preparation and nothing primed him for just how good this would feel. This isn’t Junhyung’s first time but it quickly proves to be what will be the first of many bests. Hyunseung moans, slowly rocking against Junhyung once he’s adjusted enough and plants his hands on Junhyung’s stomach for support. Junhyung stays still for a little while longer, not wanting to rush the other and when he finally can’t take it, cock twitching deep inside the other, he begins to move to, matching his thrusts to Hyunseung’s slow pace.
They pick up speed together, hands wandering over each other’s skin and Junhyung pushes himself up to his elbows, pulling Hyunseung down to meet him half way in a searing kiss. It burns at his soul and he swears his toes curled at the tingling throughout his body. The new angle proves an advantage when he strikes Hyunseung’s prostate with almost every other thrust and the older shakes above him, tiny whimpers falling directly into his ear. ‘Close’ Junhyung growls, biting down on Hyunseung’s collar bone. The other nods, their cheeks brushing and he moans a little louder as Junhyung speeds up, fingers leaving angry red welts on his hips.
Hyunseung is the first to fall, body stilling then throbbing, muscles convulsing and contracting around Junhyung’s cock. ‘Jun .. ah’ He moans, falling against the younger’s chest. Junhyung’s name on his lips sounds like a perfect note or some kind of holy chorus and it makes Junhyung’s stomach give an odd little jolt. It only takes a few more thrusts for Junhyung to follow, orgasm hitting with an array of lights and fireworks behind closed eyes. He bucks up into Hyunseung, riding out the waves of pleasure and is only vaguely aware of the soft moan the other boy releases.
His body thrums, too relaxed to move as Hyunseung carefully slides off him and sinks to the mattress beside him. He rolls to his side, pulling Hyunseung’s back flush to his chest and buries his face into brown curls. ‘We should get under the covers’ He murmurs, hand grazing Hyunseung’s hip. The other nods and it’s a few more minute before they make an effort to move. Once under the covers, Junhyung pulls Hyunseung back towards him and is quickly claimed by sleep. He’s never fallen asleep this quickly after sex before.
He wakes up the next morning to the tell tale noises of Doojoon and Yoseob getting ready for work. Cupboard doors slam in the kitchen, Yoseob’s running a little late again and there’s an excited yell only moments later. Doojoon probably found a candy bar to tide the blonde over until they could find a street vendor on the way to work.
Junhyung cracks open an eye, it’s too early in the morning, despite only being 8am. On any other morning he’d go back to sleep but this isn’t like any other because Hyunseung is still in his bed and Junhyung has a clear view of his bare shoulders and messy brown hair peeking out from under his duvet. He squirms closer, pulling Hyunseung towards him and feels the other jolt against him. A smirk finds his lips as he presses them to a cool shoulder blade and he rubs his nose into the loosened curls at Hyunseung’s nape. Hyunseung purrs contently, lacing his fingers with Junhyung’s which rest over his stomach.
‘Don’t you have a job to go to?’ Junhyung finally asks after several minutes of lazily kissing the back of Hyunseung’s neck. The other chuckles, shoulders bumping Junhyung’s chin and he turns carefully, throwing a leg over Junhyung’s hip. ‘Nah, they’ll be fine without me for one day’ Junhyung’s eyebrows shoot up at his response and he’s about to ask how he can be so flippant about his job when Hyunseung silences him with a brief kiss. ‘I guess that’s one of the perks of owning your own ice cream store’ They smile lazily at each other and Junhyung’s lips quirk as he brushes a curl from Hyunseung’s eyes.
‘So this free ice cream… How much do you get exactly?’ Hyunseung’s eyes seem to light up at the question and Junhyung sees that little light of mischief again. The older seems to contemplate for a moment and then his lips are hovering just millimetres from Junhyung’s own. ‘I suppose that depends on whether or not I get the spare room’ He glances away, pretending to be nonchalant as he inspects the white and teal blankets. Junhyung chuckles, pressing his face to the side of Hyunseung’s neck and deeply inhales the scent of the other man. ‘What if I offered you my bed?’ He asks in all seriousness. Hyunseung stares at him for a moment, face blank but there’s that light again and the way he smiles tells Junhyung he’ll be getting all the free ice cream he could want. He soundly kisses Hyunseung.
‘I suppose we could work something out’