Thief of hearts and other irreplaceable things [1/1]
Title: Thief of hearts and other irreplaceable things [1/1]
Pairing: Junbros
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Junsu's apartment is broken into during an earth hour black out.
Notes: I promised this to someone well over a year ago. I'm so sorry it took so long!!!!!
Junsu groans as his body slams against the wall, recoiling from a kick to his stomach. A hand pins his shoulder back as the intruder pushes away, trying to get out of his reach. He grasps at the offending arm, grunting as the other male tries to shake him off and barely manages to avoid a slap to the face. The boy moves away and Junsu tries to catch him, diving blindly at the stranger's legs. His arms wrap around strong thighs as he topples the other over and they hit the floor with an audible bang. The boy yelps as he tries to kick free from Junsu's grasp and Junsu shifts his weight, tries to pin the other down but the boy twists in his grip and digs his fingers into Junsu's collar bone making the older man yelp.
The stranger manages to get to his feet and Junsu follows with a growl. He throws himself forwards, catching the boy by his shoulders as he drags him round. The boy sways on his feet; Junsu’s back comes into contact with the stairwell door. There's a grunt, a swish of fabric and Junsu ducks out of the way as the boy swings for him. The vision panel of the door smashes sending glass shards raining over Junsu. The intruder yelps and retracts his arm, punctuated by the tearing of fabric and the thud of something heavy.
There's a glitter of gold, despite the darkness and Junsu reaches for it, recognising his own watch as he curls his fingers around the cool metal. He swipes his thumb carefully over the watch face, pleased to find the surface smooth and undamaged. The intruder sees his chance and runs as Junsu glances his way, tempted to follow him again. The lights above flicker once, twice and after a few moments come back on; signalling that the earth hour is over. Junsu blinks against the suddenly harsh light, glancing up just in time to see the intruder's shoe disappear at the end of the corridor. In the light he finds his reassurance that the watch is unharmed, it was the last thing is grandfather gave him and despite easily being able to afford another, he's glad he can keep the sentiment.
It's too late to catch the other now so Junsu pushes himself from the floor, eyes lingering on the bloody glass scattered around him before he looks to the broken vision panel. A large part of the glass is shattered and the remaining glass held into the frame is cracked and splintering. There's blood along the jagged edges and a patch of shredded blue fabric. Junsu reaches out, a little gingerly, and pulls at the iridescent fabric, running his thumb over the smooth material. Tearing himself away from the glass, he makes his way to his apartment to see if anything else is missing.
Junsu makes his way to the back of his local convenience store, bee-lining for the row of refrigerators that stock beer and various other beverages. His head is pounding and there’s a niggling thought in his brain that he can't shake telling him something is about to happen. The superintendent had changed the locks on his door but the boy had gotten into his locked apartment so easily. It was odd that he'd chosen Junsu’s apartment when there was a vulnerable old lady in the only other apartment on his floor. A little older lady named Mrs Choi with hair that wisps like cotton candy and a tiny Scottish terrier as her only for of protection. Even stranger was that the intruder had only taken the watch when Junsu had all the latest games, latest fashions, latest everything.
Junsu drifts in front of the glass doors, eyes moving over the various coloured bottles till he finds the brand he wants. He pulls out a six pack, letting out a puff of breath as the cool air contacts his skin. He tugs at his thin scarf, pulling it tighter around his chin as he turns towards the tills only to pause when he sees a flash of familiar blue fabric. His brows arch and he pulls his scarf a little higher over his face and squares his shoulders as he makes his way to the end of the aisle, peering behind a stack of cans.
The boy is around Junsu's height, slightly shorter, with thick black hair and tanned skin. For a moment, Junsu rationalises that there's more than one iridescent blue coat in Seoul City and is about to turn away when the boy reaches out for a box of paracetamol, only to drop them. He twists slightly towards Junsu's direction and hisses as he crouches. His other arm comes into view and Junsu bristles as he spots the tear in the bloody fabric. The boy clutches at his arm, takes a moment to breathe as the pain subsides a little.
Junsu steps out from behind the cans, crouching in front of him. His fingers curl around the box just before the other boy can reach it. "Ah! Thank you" Up close the stranger is breath-taking, crescent moon eyes and a toothy grin. The close proximity reveals a bruise to the boy’s temple and a split lip that Junsu knows he should feel proud of. The boy takes the packet, fingers lingering at the edge of Junsu's wrist a little longer than necessary and pulls away. They stand up and he presses his hand gingerly to his ribs.
Junsu leans close, breath ghosting over the other boy's skin and he can almost feel the younger boy shudder against him. "Next time you break into someone's apartment, don’t leave the light on. You think no one’s going to notice a light on in a black out?" He growls in the boy's ear and steps away, putting the cans of beer on the nearest shelf. The boy watches as Junsu walks away, mouth agape. When he manages to snap his jaw shut, he glances around and shoves the packet into his pocket before chasing after the other man.
Moments later the boy is slammed into the brick wall of an alley. He wheezes slightly as the air rushes from his lungs and his shoulder throbs. Junsu presses up against him; invades every inch of his personal space and mesmerises him with smoky eyes and the smell of musk and anti-septic cream. His fists his hands into the boy’s jacket, knuckles pressing against the base of his throat. He stares with wide eyes and an open mouth, full lips forming a perfect ‘Oh’ of surprise. He looks scared.
“What’s your name?” Junsu asks, voice surprisingly low and calm despite the adrenaline buzzing through his veins. The boy turns his head and stares at a nearby bin. He’s silent for a long while and Junsu gives him a shake. The boy’s head bumps lightly against the rough brick he’s trapped against and he winces. “Lee Junho” He sighs. The name sounded vaguely familiar.
Satisfied with his answer, Junsu eases his hold but keeps his hands fisted in the boy’s jacket. The other relaxes, shoulders drooping and he spares Junsu a look from underneath his lashes before looking away again. "Why did you break into my apartment?" Junsu quirks a brow and watches as the boy opens his mouth, once, twice, then closes it and looks away. He asks again, more forceful this time as he presses against the boy but his only response is Junho's -breath hitching.
A slow smile curls Junsu’s lips at the reaction and he suddenly realises he has an advantage. With his weight still pressed to the younger male, he shifts to one foot; brushes his hips against Junho’s and there it is, that hitching of breath again. He leans closer, breath tickling the other boy’s neck and the tension returns in his shoulders, body rigid. Junho bites his lip to muffle the moan that slips out. The boy refuses to answer.
“Junho -sshi, tell me. Why did you break into my apartment?” Junsu forces his leg between Junho’s and rolls his hips experimentally. The result is a low groan and the younger male throws his head back. Junsu smirks. He hooks his fingers into the boy’s belt loops and thrusts against him, revelling in the shudder that rolls through the younger male’s body. He thrusts again, grinds against him almost painfully slowly and makes sure the boy is aware of his hardening cock. Junho thrashes slightly in response, tossing his head from side to side. At least Junsu isn’t the only one who’s enjoying this.
“You won’t talk?” Growls Junsu, suddenly pulling away from the other. Junho catches himself against the wall and pants haggardly but the space between them doesn’t last long before Junsu forces himself back against the younger boy. He takes a firm grasp on his chin, thumb resting just beneath his lower lip. “You can put that pretty mouth of yours to other uses then”. He crushes their lips together without another thought and he feels Junho’s hands clutching at his shoulders. He presses his leg between the younger man’s again, lifting his leg higher till Junho is on his tiptoes and rubbing himself against him.
Junsu pulls back and spends a moment to take in bruised lips and barely open eyes. Junho pants, fingers gripping the wall behind him and he meets Junsu’s eyes. Junsu’s never been so turned on by a stranger before. “Kneel” He pants; hands already moving to Junho’s shoulders. The boy sinks to his knees obediently and Junsu realises the boy lost that scared edge in his eyes some time ago. Now there’s just a devilish curl of lips and fingers working open the button of his jeans.
Junsu quirks his brow as the boy uses his teeth to slide open the zipper, one palm roughly massaging Junsu’s balls through the thick denim. Junsu shuffles forwards slightly, presses his palms to the wall for support and watches as Junho pushes a bandaged hand into his boxers. Cool fingers wrap around him and he tilts his head back; eyes fall shut and he hisses because it feels so good. Junho’s fingers are surprisingly soft for a young boy living in the streets of Seoul and he grinds his teeth.
Junho frees his cock, watches it bounce slightly as Junsu shifts. His stomach recoils in response to the cool air hitting heated flesh and when Junho makes no further move, he buries a hand into thick black hair. He’s growing impatient. “Stop being such a coc-“ He’s cut off with a sudden moan, warm mouth enveloping his engorged cock. Junho hollows out his cheeks, takes Junsu in half way and draws back slowly. His tongue swipes the head, the only part still in his mouth and he slides forwards, drawing the older man back in.
He rubs his tongue against the underside, swirls it around the head and nudges at Junsu’s slit each time he moves his head. His thumbs massage the skin below Junsu’s waist, drawing smooth circles into his tanned skin. Junsu hadn’t expected the boy to be so good with his mouth but the boy is going far too slow for Junsu’s liking. He fists at his black hair, squeezes and tugs a little and even though the boy audibly hisses, he shows no intention to go faster.
“Hurry up! Someone could catch us” Hisses Junsu, hoping that would spur the other boy on. It’s stupid really, this boy has just broken into his apartment and here he is, delicious mouth wrapped around his cock. Junsu knows no one would believe him if they were caught now and apparently so does Junho. The boy snorts and grazes his teeth against the underside of Junsu’s cock. Junsu bucks his hips in response, head hitting the back of Junho’s throat and he tightens his grip because god, he’s tight. Junho pulls back a little but soon draws Junsu back in.
Hands drop to Junsu’s hips, guide him slowly forwards and Junho sets a slow pace for the other to fuck his mouth. Junsu whines, a moan rumbling deep in his chest and he finds himself scrabbling at the wall again as Junho takes him in deeper, the thrusts becoming short, quicker. There’s a familiar coiling in Junsu’s stomach and he tugs at Junho’s hair. “Almost there” He pants. Junho takes the hint and drags his thumb nails across the skin above the waistband of Junsu’s boxers. His tongue presses to the underside of Junsu’s cock, flicks at the skin just below the head and with a low hum he has Junsu cumming.
The elder lets out a moan that he muffles against his forearm as Junho’s arms slide around his thighs to steady him. His body trembles, Junho’s lips not leaving him until the younger is sure he’s caught every last drop. Junho releases him slowly, hands groping at Junsu’s ass as he brings himself to full height. He swipes his tongue across plump lips, catching a stray drop of cum and grins toothily at Junsu. The elder glances down, hands already moving to Junho’s belt buckle.
Pairing: Junbros
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Junsu's apartment is broken into during an earth hour black out.
Notes: I promised this to someone well over a year ago. I'm so sorry it took so long!!!!!
Junsu groans as his body slams against the wall, recoiling from a kick to his stomach. A hand pins his shoulder back as the intruder pushes away, trying to get out of his reach. He grasps at the offending arm, grunting as the other male tries to shake him off and barely manages to avoid a slap to the face. The boy moves away and Junsu tries to catch him, diving blindly at the stranger's legs. His arms wrap around strong thighs as he topples the other over and they hit the floor with an audible bang. The boy yelps as he tries to kick free from Junsu's grasp and Junsu shifts his weight, tries to pin the other down but the boy twists in his grip and digs his fingers into Junsu's collar bone making the older man yelp.
The stranger manages to get to his feet and Junsu follows with a growl. He throws himself forwards, catching the boy by his shoulders as he drags him round. The boy sways on his feet; Junsu’s back comes into contact with the stairwell door. There's a grunt, a swish of fabric and Junsu ducks out of the way as the boy swings for him. The vision panel of the door smashes sending glass shards raining over Junsu. The intruder yelps and retracts his arm, punctuated by the tearing of fabric and the thud of something heavy.
There's a glitter of gold, despite the darkness and Junsu reaches for it, recognising his own watch as he curls his fingers around the cool metal. He swipes his thumb carefully over the watch face, pleased to find the surface smooth and undamaged. The intruder sees his chance and runs as Junsu glances his way, tempted to follow him again. The lights above flicker once, twice and after a few moments come back on; signalling that the earth hour is over. Junsu blinks against the suddenly harsh light, glancing up just in time to see the intruder's shoe disappear at the end of the corridor. In the light he finds his reassurance that the watch is unharmed, it was the last thing is grandfather gave him and despite easily being able to afford another, he's glad he can keep the sentiment.
It's too late to catch the other now so Junsu pushes himself from the floor, eyes lingering on the bloody glass scattered around him before he looks to the broken vision panel. A large part of the glass is shattered and the remaining glass held into the frame is cracked and splintering. There's blood along the jagged edges and a patch of shredded blue fabric. Junsu reaches out, a little gingerly, and pulls at the iridescent fabric, running his thumb over the smooth material. Tearing himself away from the glass, he makes his way to his apartment to see if anything else is missing.
Junsu makes his way to the back of his local convenience store, bee-lining for the row of refrigerators that stock beer and various other beverages. His head is pounding and there’s a niggling thought in his brain that he can't shake telling him something is about to happen. The superintendent had changed the locks on his door but the boy had gotten into his locked apartment so easily. It was odd that he'd chosen Junsu’s apartment when there was a vulnerable old lady in the only other apartment on his floor. A little older lady named Mrs Choi with hair that wisps like cotton candy and a tiny Scottish terrier as her only for of protection. Even stranger was that the intruder had only taken the watch when Junsu had all the latest games, latest fashions, latest everything.
Junsu drifts in front of the glass doors, eyes moving over the various coloured bottles till he finds the brand he wants. He pulls out a six pack, letting out a puff of breath as the cool air contacts his skin. He tugs at his thin scarf, pulling it tighter around his chin as he turns towards the tills only to pause when he sees a flash of familiar blue fabric. His brows arch and he pulls his scarf a little higher over his face and squares his shoulders as he makes his way to the end of the aisle, peering behind a stack of cans.
The boy is around Junsu's height, slightly shorter, with thick black hair and tanned skin. For a moment, Junsu rationalises that there's more than one iridescent blue coat in Seoul City and is about to turn away when the boy reaches out for a box of paracetamol, only to drop them. He twists slightly towards Junsu's direction and hisses as he crouches. His other arm comes into view and Junsu bristles as he spots the tear in the bloody fabric. The boy clutches at his arm, takes a moment to breathe as the pain subsides a little.
Junsu steps out from behind the cans, crouching in front of him. His fingers curl around the box just before the other boy can reach it. "Ah! Thank you" Up close the stranger is breath-taking, crescent moon eyes and a toothy grin. The close proximity reveals a bruise to the boy’s temple and a split lip that Junsu knows he should feel proud of. The boy takes the packet, fingers lingering at the edge of Junsu's wrist a little longer than necessary and pulls away. They stand up and he presses his hand gingerly to his ribs.
Junsu leans close, breath ghosting over the other boy's skin and he can almost feel the younger boy shudder against him. "Next time you break into someone's apartment, don’t leave the light on. You think no one’s going to notice a light on in a black out?" He growls in the boy's ear and steps away, putting the cans of beer on the nearest shelf. The boy watches as Junsu walks away, mouth agape. When he manages to snap his jaw shut, he glances around and shoves the packet into his pocket before chasing after the other man.
Moments later the boy is slammed into the brick wall of an alley. He wheezes slightly as the air rushes from his lungs and his shoulder throbs. Junsu presses up against him; invades every inch of his personal space and mesmerises him with smoky eyes and the smell of musk and anti-septic cream. His fists his hands into the boy’s jacket, knuckles pressing against the base of his throat. He stares with wide eyes and an open mouth, full lips forming a perfect ‘Oh’ of surprise. He looks scared.
“What’s your name?” Junsu asks, voice surprisingly low and calm despite the adrenaline buzzing through his veins. The boy turns his head and stares at a nearby bin. He’s silent for a long while and Junsu gives him a shake. The boy’s head bumps lightly against the rough brick he’s trapped against and he winces. “Lee Junho” He sighs. The name sounded vaguely familiar.
Satisfied with his answer, Junsu eases his hold but keeps his hands fisted in the boy’s jacket. The other relaxes, shoulders drooping and he spares Junsu a look from underneath his lashes before looking away again. "Why did you break into my apartment?" Junsu quirks a brow and watches as the boy opens his mouth, once, twice, then closes it and looks away. He asks again, more forceful this time as he presses against the boy but his only response is Junho's -breath hitching.
A slow smile curls Junsu’s lips at the reaction and he suddenly realises he has an advantage. With his weight still pressed to the younger male, he shifts to one foot; brushes his hips against Junho’s and there it is, that hitching of breath again. He leans closer, breath tickling the other boy’s neck and the tension returns in his shoulders, body rigid. Junho bites his lip to muffle the moan that slips out. The boy refuses to answer.
“Junho -sshi, tell me. Why did you break into my apartment?” Junsu forces his leg between Junho’s and rolls his hips experimentally. The result is a low groan and the younger male throws his head back. Junsu smirks. He hooks his fingers into the boy’s belt loops and thrusts against him, revelling in the shudder that rolls through the younger male’s body. He thrusts again, grinds against him almost painfully slowly and makes sure the boy is aware of his hardening cock. Junho thrashes slightly in response, tossing his head from side to side. At least Junsu isn’t the only one who’s enjoying this.
“You won’t talk?” Growls Junsu, suddenly pulling away from the other. Junho catches himself against the wall and pants haggardly but the space between them doesn’t last long before Junsu forces himself back against the younger boy. He takes a firm grasp on his chin, thumb resting just beneath his lower lip. “You can put that pretty mouth of yours to other uses then”. He crushes their lips together without another thought and he feels Junho’s hands clutching at his shoulders. He presses his leg between the younger man’s again, lifting his leg higher till Junho is on his tiptoes and rubbing himself against him.
Junsu pulls back and spends a moment to take in bruised lips and barely open eyes. Junho pants, fingers gripping the wall behind him and he meets Junsu’s eyes. Junsu’s never been so turned on by a stranger before. “Kneel” He pants; hands already moving to Junho’s shoulders. The boy sinks to his knees obediently and Junsu realises the boy lost that scared edge in his eyes some time ago. Now there’s just a devilish curl of lips and fingers working open the button of his jeans.
Junsu quirks his brow as the boy uses his teeth to slide open the zipper, one palm roughly massaging Junsu’s balls through the thick denim. Junsu shuffles forwards slightly, presses his palms to the wall for support and watches as Junho pushes a bandaged hand into his boxers. Cool fingers wrap around him and he tilts his head back; eyes fall shut and he hisses because it feels so good. Junho’s fingers are surprisingly soft for a young boy living in the streets of Seoul and he grinds his teeth.
Junho frees his cock, watches it bounce slightly as Junsu shifts. His stomach recoils in response to the cool air hitting heated flesh and when Junho makes no further move, he buries a hand into thick black hair. He’s growing impatient. “Stop being such a coc-“ He’s cut off with a sudden moan, warm mouth enveloping his engorged cock. Junho hollows out his cheeks, takes Junsu in half way and draws back slowly. His tongue swipes the head, the only part still in his mouth and he slides forwards, drawing the older man back in.
He rubs his tongue against the underside, swirls it around the head and nudges at Junsu’s slit each time he moves his head. His thumbs massage the skin below Junsu’s waist, drawing smooth circles into his tanned skin. Junsu hadn’t expected the boy to be so good with his mouth but the boy is going far too slow for Junsu’s liking. He fists at his black hair, squeezes and tugs a little and even though the boy audibly hisses, he shows no intention to go faster.
“Hurry up! Someone could catch us” Hisses Junsu, hoping that would spur the other boy on. It’s stupid really, this boy has just broken into his apartment and here he is, delicious mouth wrapped around his cock. Junsu knows no one would believe him if they were caught now and apparently so does Junho. The boy snorts and grazes his teeth against the underside of Junsu’s cock. Junsu bucks his hips in response, head hitting the back of Junho’s throat and he tightens his grip because god, he’s tight. Junho pulls back a little but soon draws Junsu back in.
Hands drop to Junsu’s hips, guide him slowly forwards and Junho sets a slow pace for the other to fuck his mouth. Junsu whines, a moan rumbling deep in his chest and he finds himself scrabbling at the wall again as Junho takes him in deeper, the thrusts becoming short, quicker. There’s a familiar coiling in Junsu’s stomach and he tugs at Junho’s hair. “Almost there” He pants. Junho takes the hint and drags his thumb nails across the skin above the waistband of Junsu’s boxers. His tongue presses to the underside of Junsu’s cock, flicks at the skin just below the head and with a low hum he has Junsu cumming.
The elder lets out a moan that he muffles against his forearm as Junho’s arms slide around his thighs to steady him. His body trembles, Junho’s lips not leaving him until the younger is sure he’s caught every last drop. Junho releases him slowly, hands groping at Junsu’s ass as he brings himself to full height. He swipes his tongue across plump lips, catching a stray drop of cum and grins toothily at Junsu. The elder glances down, hands already moving to Junho’s belt buckle.