Kiwi
Title: Kiwi
Author: onthethruway01
Length: one shot
Genre: smut, yaoi, cross dressing
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junchun
Summary: Yoochun catches Junsu watching porn and a devious idea comes into his head.
Warning: rimming
A/N: A one shot, but kind of long. Enjoy!
“Porn?”
Junsu blushed as he was caught red handed by Yoochun. The baritone had entered Junsu’s room without warning, catching the younger man watching a rather racy adult film.
Startled, Junsu had hit the pause button and closed his laptop.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Yoochun told his good friend.
Junsu’s face was beet red.
“But,” he stammered, “I thought you’d be angry.”
Yoochun chuckled.
“Don’t be silly. I could never be mad at you.”
A slender finger pressed play; the action on the screen starting up once more. The girl in the video began to moan; calling her male partner Oppa as he went down on her.
“That’s hot,” Yoochun remarked as he looked at Junsu, the younger man’s face still flushed with heat.
“Do you like that Su; seeing a girl in ecstasy like that; calling the guy Oppa as he eats her out?”
Junsu nodded his head; temperature rising; body reacting to the girls enthusiastic vocals.
“She’s beautiful,” Junsu whispered, his hands grasping the covers of the bed.
His cock tented in his pants, but Yoochun’s presence kept him from stroking himself.
The baritone noticed it too; licking his lips he watched as his good friend became more and more agitated as the porno continued. Yoochun desperately wanted to take Junsu at that moment, but he controlled his urges. Taking a deep breath he got off of the bed and headed for the door.
Temporarily distracted by the motion in his peripheral vision, Junsu looked up to find his lover exiting the room. Junsu hit the pause button and ran to Yoochun, grabbing the baritone by the elbow.
“Where are you going?”
Yoochun smiled.
“I don’t want to disturb you any further. Besides, I’ve got some shopping to do.”
Yoochun leaned in and left a gentle peck on Junsu’s cheek and left the room. Alone once more, Kim Junsu returned to his porn film. As the girl on the screen mewled and moaned, Junsu released his swollen cock from the confines of his pants and began to jerk off. As the girl came, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Oppa!”
Yoochun walked down the streets of Seoul, looking in storefront windows to see if anything caught his eye. He passed by a small women’s boutique; mannequins dressed in stylish clothes. He stood mesmerized at one particular dress; it was a simple design yet very sexy. He bit his lip; an idea coming into his head. Taking a deep breath, he entered the store, prepared to carry out his devious plan.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Junsu opened it and nearly fainted. It was Yoochun, but not the Yoochun that he knew.
He was wearing a dress.
“Can I come in?”
Yoochun twirled well manicured fingers through his mid-length, wavy hair. He batted his eyes at Junsu; lashes long, curled and darkened with a thick coat of black mascara. His whole face was made up; a shimmery neutral shadow swept across his eyelids; cheeks stained with blush; a pale pink lipstick accentuated by a sheen of gloss covering his full, juicy lips.
Junsu swallowed hard. Yoochun walked in, a stylish handbag over his shoulder. He stood like a model; the little black dress looking surprisingly good on him. Junsu didn’t know what to make of his friend. Was this a joke? Was he making fun of Junsu for watching the porn? That must be it, and yet seeing his constant friend and sometime lover dressed in drag was having a strange affect on him.
“Yoochun, what is this all about?”
The tall and slender baritone stopped twirling his hair.
“Do you like it?”
He spun around effortlessly despite the burden of his strappy high heels.
Junsu’s eyes grew wide as he realized that Yoochun had shaved. Black, silk stockings with the line up the back covered his lover’s legs. Junsu gasped as he saw that they were attached to a garter belt.
“Well?”
Junsu shook his head.
“Do you like it? Am I pretty?”
“So that’s it,” Junsu said to himself. “Yoochun is jealous of the girl in the porn film.”
Yoochun sauntered over to Junsu’s nightstand and put the handbag down. Doing his best to walk like a girl, he swayed his hips from side to side.
“This dress is too tight,” he pouted, “please help me get out of it will you?”
Yoochun turned and raised his arms over his head.
“Oh my God,” Junsu exclaimed, as he witnessed something that he would have never dreamed of seeing in a million years.
Yoochun’s normally hairy armpits were bare.
Junsu wondered what else the baritone had shaved.
With shaking hands, Junsu undid the zipper of the little black dress; expecting to see Yoochun’s bare, broad back. Instead, the younger man was greeted with something frilly and covered in lace.
As the dress pooled around his ankles, Yoochun stepped out of it and posed for his lover.
Noticeably uncomfortable, Junsu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Yoochun was trying way too hard to be feminine.
A black camisole barely covered his upper body; held together by two satin ties in the front. It flared out at the sides, glimpses of pale skin peeking through the fabric. Junsu’s eyes moved from his chest to his belly; then to the thin straps of a g-string which hung low upon the baritone’s bony hips; the thin fabric struggling to contain the bulging flesh beneath it.
Junsu’s heart hammered in his chest as Yoochun went to the door and locked it. Leaning up against the wall, the older man narrowed his eyes at his lover and whispered softly.
“Do I please you, Oppa?”
Junsu’s brain snapped.
He staggered over to the baritone, body shaking.
“What did you call me?”
Yoochun smiled and answered in a voice unusually high in pitch and tone.
“I called you Oppa.”
Junsu buried his head in Yoochun’s shoulder and breathed deeply. Expecting to smell the familiar masculine scent of his lover, Junsu was greeted instead by something distinctively floral and feminine.
The younger man pressed his mouth to Yoochun’s swan-like neck; the baritone quivering in delight.
“Take me Oppa,” he entreated; “take me now.”
Their lips met in a fiery kiss; Junsu tasting the sweet, yet tangy flavor of Yoochun’s lip gloss.
“Kiwi,” he mumbled as he stepped back eyeing the slender beauty before him. Junsu’s thumb reached out and swiped across Yoochun’s inviting mouth, smearing the pink lipstick across his lovers face.
Junsu swept Yoochun off his feet; the older man wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck. Junsu carried him to the bed bridal style, his slender body barely a burden to him.
He pressed his lover onto the covers, pinning his arms above his head; Yoochun willingly taking on the role of the submissive.
With trembling fingers, Junsu undid the ties of the camisole, throwing it to the floor. Yoochun’s pale flesh instantly turned pink as Junsu planted fevered kisses upon it. The baritone arched his back as Junsu’s skillful tongue lapped its way across his torso; flicking out to taste his nipples; teeth gingerly nipping the tender buds, making them red and swollen.
Yoochun moaned as Junsu’s hand cupped his sack through the fabric of the g-string; fingers caressing the baritone’s ample length which threatened at any moment to pop out of the silken underwear.
“It’s so hard Oppa. It’s so hard.”
“Damn you, Yoochun,” Junsu hissed, as his own erection grew in his pants.
Junsu pulled the g-string down over Yoochun hips and threw it in the air haphazardly, exposing Yoochun’s delicious length.
Junsu sat back and surveyed his lover; Yoochun’s beauty taking his breath away.
Yoochun stretched his body out to its full length; his fingers grasping the sheets.
“Do I please you Oppa?” he asked Junsu once more as he pursed his lips together; remnants of the pink lipstick and gloss still stained upon his mouth.
Junsu leaned in to his lover; Yoochun grabbing his shirt; bunching the fabric in his fist.
“Yes,” the younger man answered breathlessly, “you please me very much.”
The kiss was intense; tongues wrapping around each other; plunging deep and hard. Junsu rapidly undressed himself, Yoochun helping; deft fingers undoing the ties of Junsu’s sweats. Both men were utterly naked, save Yoochun; stiletto’s, stockings and garter belt still remained. They ignored them; it was part of the game; the last vestiges of Yoochun’s feminine attire.
Junsu’s hands stroked Yoochun’s ankles through the silken stockings; they moved their way up well toned calves and thighs until they once more played with his hardened sex.
“I’m so wet for you Oppa,” Yoochun exclaimed.
Junsu suppressed a giggle.
“You are?”
Yoochun nodded his head.
“See?” he said, while his thumb and forefinger ran across his slit; pre-cum forming at the tip of his arousal. Yoochun rubbed the viscous fluid between his digits and brought them to Junsu’s lips; sticky fingers invading his mouth.
“My God you are unbelievable.”
Yoochun smiled wickedly.
“I’ll do anything to please you, Oppa.”
Junsu raised an eyebrow.
“Anything?”
The baritone nodded.
“Anything.”
Junsu’s heart lurched as Yoochun’s sweet mouth engulfed his swollen cock. The baritone began licking and lapping his junior with wild abandon; sucking long and hard; leaving a pink lipstick stain upon Junsu’s sensitive flesh. The younger man groaned; fingers entwined in Yoochun’s dark tresses; hips thrusting forward; fucking Yoochun’s mouth until his cock reached the back of the baritone’s throat.
“Oh God Yoochun, stop. I’m going to come too soon.”
The baritone released Junsu’s cock with a loud pop. Both men were breathless; sweat pouring down Yoochun’s face; mascara running down his cheeks. He wiped his mouth and leaned back; legs spread wide; an invitation for Junsu to finish the deed.
“Fuck me Oppa,” he entreated his lover. “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to come inside me.”
Junsu scrambled to the nightstand; fingers fumbling inside the drawer for a tube of lubricant.
He coated his fingers; one hand upon Yoochun’s shoulder; the other massaging the warming liquid between Yoochun’s cheeks; the baritone flinching as the lube was rubbed across his pucker. Yoochun convulsed as Junsu’s fingers breached his entrance; scissoring this way and that; stretching him out for what was to come next.
“Taste me Oppa,” Yoochun begged his lover; tears stinging his eyes as they mingled with his sweat; the mascara running; burning him; blurring his vision.
Yoochun’s body shuddered as Junsu’s tongue flicked out to taste him; it swirled around his hole getting him all slick and wet.
Junsu had lost his mind; he feasted upon Yoochun’s body like a condemned man at his last meal.
No longer able to control his lust, Junsu thrust his angry cock inside of Yoochun’s tight body; the baritone bucking; body arching off the bed; cries of pleasure reverberating off the walls of Junsu’s room.
Junsu moved; body rocking into Yoochun hard and fast. He dug his nails into Yoochun’s flesh; strong hands firmly gripping the baritone’s bony hips. Yoochun thrust up to aid him; skin slapping against skin. Muscles ached and tightened; lungs constricted; hearts raced; Junsu gritted his teeth as he fucked his beloved Yoochun with all his might; the lithe and wiry baritone beneath him lost in a world of agony and ecstasy.
Yoochun’s body thrashed upon the bed; his head twisting from side to side; hair drenched with sweat and plastered to his forehead. His brain reminded him to breathe and he exhaled with force as his insides tightened around Junsu’s girth. Junsu closed his eyes and increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts; Yoochun gasping for air as he felt the swollen tip of Junsu’s cock scrape against his prostate.
“Fuck me, Oppa. Fuck me.”
Junsu lost his mind.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Yoochun.”
Junsu thrust forward one final time before spilling deep within the dark recesses of Yoochun’s flesh. The feel of Junsu’s cum dripping down his thighs sent Yoochun over the edge.
The baritone shrieked as his release came; one hand grasping the sheets, the other his hardened sex; pumping his throbbing erection; milking himself until he was dry.
They lay huddled in the dark between the love stained sheets; arms and legs entwined within each other. They held each other close; bodies shivering as if from cold. They kissed, lips trembling; moaning incoherently; grasping each other for dear life until their torment subsided. It was always this way with them; their love for each other a combination of pleasure and pain all rolled into one. A love that was no secret; everyone suspected it, yet they couldn’t admit it openly. Their closeness was obvious to all, but to reveal the truth would be scandalous and detrimental.
As their bodies relaxed, Yoochun kicked off the high heeled shoes and stripped himself of the garter belt and stockings.
He breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his aching feet.
He looked at Junsu who had a big smile on his face.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
Junsu nodded.
“Did you?”
Yoochun laughed heartily.
“Wasn’t it obvious?”
Junsu blushed.
“I’m tired,” Yoochun exclaimed as he yawned; arms stretching over his head.
As they lay down to sleep, Yoochun mumbled under his breath, this time with his deep, raspy voice.
“Junsu, next time you wear the dress.”
As his lover drifted off to sleep, Junsu replied.
“Anything you say, Oppa.”
Author: onthethruway01
Length: one shot
Genre: smut, yaoi, cross dressing
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junchun
Summary: Yoochun catches Junsu watching porn and a devious idea comes into his head.
Warning: rimming
A/N: A one shot, but kind of long. Enjoy!
“Porn?”
Junsu blushed as he was caught red handed by Yoochun. The baritone had entered Junsu’s room without warning, catching the younger man watching a rather racy adult film.
Startled, Junsu had hit the pause button and closed his laptop.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Yoochun told his good friend.
Junsu’s face was beet red.
“But,” he stammered, “I thought you’d be angry.”
Yoochun chuckled.
“Don’t be silly. I could never be mad at you.”
A slender finger pressed play; the action on the screen starting up once more. The girl in the video began to moan; calling her male partner Oppa as he went down on her.
“That’s hot,” Yoochun remarked as he looked at Junsu, the younger man’s face still flushed with heat.
“Do you like that Su; seeing a girl in ecstasy like that; calling the guy Oppa as he eats her out?”
Junsu nodded his head; temperature rising; body reacting to the girls enthusiastic vocals.
“She’s beautiful,” Junsu whispered, his hands grasping the covers of the bed.
His cock tented in his pants, but Yoochun’s presence kept him from stroking himself.
The baritone noticed it too; licking his lips he watched as his good friend became more and more agitated as the porno continued. Yoochun desperately wanted to take Junsu at that moment, but he controlled his urges. Taking a deep breath he got off of the bed and headed for the door.
Temporarily distracted by the motion in his peripheral vision, Junsu looked up to find his lover exiting the room. Junsu hit the pause button and ran to Yoochun, grabbing the baritone by the elbow.
“Where are you going?”
Yoochun smiled.
“I don’t want to disturb you any further. Besides, I’ve got some shopping to do.”
Yoochun leaned in and left a gentle peck on Junsu’s cheek and left the room. Alone once more, Kim Junsu returned to his porn film. As the girl on the screen mewled and moaned, Junsu released his swollen cock from the confines of his pants and began to jerk off. As the girl came, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Oppa!”
Yoochun walked down the streets of Seoul, looking in storefront windows to see if anything caught his eye. He passed by a small women’s boutique; mannequins dressed in stylish clothes. He stood mesmerized at one particular dress; it was a simple design yet very sexy. He bit his lip; an idea coming into his head. Taking a deep breath, he entered the store, prepared to carry out his devious plan.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Junsu opened it and nearly fainted. It was Yoochun, but not the Yoochun that he knew.
He was wearing a dress.
“Can I come in?”
Yoochun twirled well manicured fingers through his mid-length, wavy hair. He batted his eyes at Junsu; lashes long, curled and darkened with a thick coat of black mascara. His whole face was made up; a shimmery neutral shadow swept across his eyelids; cheeks stained with blush; a pale pink lipstick accentuated by a sheen of gloss covering his full, juicy lips.
Junsu swallowed hard. Yoochun walked in, a stylish handbag over his shoulder. He stood like a model; the little black dress looking surprisingly good on him. Junsu didn’t know what to make of his friend. Was this a joke? Was he making fun of Junsu for watching the porn? That must be it, and yet seeing his constant friend and sometime lover dressed in drag was having a strange affect on him.
“Yoochun, what is this all about?”
The tall and slender baritone stopped twirling his hair.
“Do you like it?”
He spun around effortlessly despite the burden of his strappy high heels.
Junsu’s eyes grew wide as he realized that Yoochun had shaved. Black, silk stockings with the line up the back covered his lover’s legs. Junsu gasped as he saw that they were attached to a garter belt.
“Well?”
Junsu shook his head.
“Do you like it? Am I pretty?”
“So that’s it,” Junsu said to himself. “Yoochun is jealous of the girl in the porn film.”
Yoochun sauntered over to Junsu’s nightstand and put the handbag down. Doing his best to walk like a girl, he swayed his hips from side to side.
“This dress is too tight,” he pouted, “please help me get out of it will you?”
Yoochun turned and raised his arms over his head.
“Oh my God,” Junsu exclaimed, as he witnessed something that he would have never dreamed of seeing in a million years.
Yoochun’s normally hairy armpits were bare.
Junsu wondered what else the baritone had shaved.
With shaking hands, Junsu undid the zipper of the little black dress; expecting to see Yoochun’s bare, broad back. Instead, the younger man was greeted with something frilly and covered in lace.
As the dress pooled around his ankles, Yoochun stepped out of it and posed for his lover.
Noticeably uncomfortable, Junsu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Yoochun was trying way too hard to be feminine.
A black camisole barely covered his upper body; held together by two satin ties in the front. It flared out at the sides, glimpses of pale skin peeking through the fabric. Junsu’s eyes moved from his chest to his belly; then to the thin straps of a g-string which hung low upon the baritone’s bony hips; the thin fabric struggling to contain the bulging flesh beneath it.
Junsu’s heart hammered in his chest as Yoochun went to the door and locked it. Leaning up against the wall, the older man narrowed his eyes at his lover and whispered softly.
“Do I please you, Oppa?”
Junsu’s brain snapped.
He staggered over to the baritone, body shaking.
“What did you call me?”
Yoochun smiled and answered in a voice unusually high in pitch and tone.
“I called you Oppa.”
Junsu buried his head in Yoochun’s shoulder and breathed deeply. Expecting to smell the familiar masculine scent of his lover, Junsu was greeted instead by something distinctively floral and feminine.
The younger man pressed his mouth to Yoochun’s swan-like neck; the baritone quivering in delight.
“Take me Oppa,” he entreated; “take me now.”
Their lips met in a fiery kiss; Junsu tasting the sweet, yet tangy flavor of Yoochun’s lip gloss.
“Kiwi,” he mumbled as he stepped back eyeing the slender beauty before him. Junsu’s thumb reached out and swiped across Yoochun’s inviting mouth, smearing the pink lipstick across his lovers face.
Junsu swept Yoochun off his feet; the older man wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck. Junsu carried him to the bed bridal style, his slender body barely a burden to him.
He pressed his lover onto the covers, pinning his arms above his head; Yoochun willingly taking on the role of the submissive.
With trembling fingers, Junsu undid the ties of the camisole, throwing it to the floor. Yoochun’s pale flesh instantly turned pink as Junsu planted fevered kisses upon it. The baritone arched his back as Junsu’s skillful tongue lapped its way across his torso; flicking out to taste his nipples; teeth gingerly nipping the tender buds, making them red and swollen.
Yoochun moaned as Junsu’s hand cupped his sack through the fabric of the g-string; fingers caressing the baritone’s ample length which threatened at any moment to pop out of the silken underwear.
“It’s so hard Oppa. It’s so hard.”
“Damn you, Yoochun,” Junsu hissed, as his own erection grew in his pants.
Junsu pulled the g-string down over Yoochun hips and threw it in the air haphazardly, exposing Yoochun’s delicious length.
Junsu sat back and surveyed his lover; Yoochun’s beauty taking his breath away.
Yoochun stretched his body out to its full length; his fingers grasping the sheets.
“Do I please you Oppa?” he asked Junsu once more as he pursed his lips together; remnants of the pink lipstick and gloss still stained upon his mouth.
Junsu leaned in to his lover; Yoochun grabbing his shirt; bunching the fabric in his fist.
“Yes,” the younger man answered breathlessly, “you please me very much.”
The kiss was intense; tongues wrapping around each other; plunging deep and hard. Junsu rapidly undressed himself, Yoochun helping; deft fingers undoing the ties of Junsu’s sweats. Both men were utterly naked, save Yoochun; stiletto’s, stockings and garter belt still remained. They ignored them; it was part of the game; the last vestiges of Yoochun’s feminine attire.
Junsu’s hands stroked Yoochun’s ankles through the silken stockings; they moved their way up well toned calves and thighs until they once more played with his hardened sex.
“I’m so wet for you Oppa,” Yoochun exclaimed.
Junsu suppressed a giggle.
“You are?”
Yoochun nodded his head.
“See?” he said, while his thumb and forefinger ran across his slit; pre-cum forming at the tip of his arousal. Yoochun rubbed the viscous fluid between his digits and brought them to Junsu’s lips; sticky fingers invading his mouth.
“My God you are unbelievable.”
Yoochun smiled wickedly.
“I’ll do anything to please you, Oppa.”
Junsu raised an eyebrow.
“Anything?”
The baritone nodded.
“Anything.”
Junsu’s heart lurched as Yoochun’s sweet mouth engulfed his swollen cock. The baritone began licking and lapping his junior with wild abandon; sucking long and hard; leaving a pink lipstick stain upon Junsu’s sensitive flesh. The younger man groaned; fingers entwined in Yoochun’s dark tresses; hips thrusting forward; fucking Yoochun’s mouth until his cock reached the back of the baritone’s throat.
“Oh God Yoochun, stop. I’m going to come too soon.”
The baritone released Junsu’s cock with a loud pop. Both men were breathless; sweat pouring down Yoochun’s face; mascara running down his cheeks. He wiped his mouth and leaned back; legs spread wide; an invitation for Junsu to finish the deed.
“Fuck me Oppa,” he entreated his lover. “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to come inside me.”
Junsu scrambled to the nightstand; fingers fumbling inside the drawer for a tube of lubricant.
He coated his fingers; one hand upon Yoochun’s shoulder; the other massaging the warming liquid between Yoochun’s cheeks; the baritone flinching as the lube was rubbed across his pucker. Yoochun convulsed as Junsu’s fingers breached his entrance; scissoring this way and that; stretching him out for what was to come next.
“Taste me Oppa,” Yoochun begged his lover; tears stinging his eyes as they mingled with his sweat; the mascara running; burning him; blurring his vision.
Yoochun’s body shuddered as Junsu’s tongue flicked out to taste him; it swirled around his hole getting him all slick and wet.
Junsu had lost his mind; he feasted upon Yoochun’s body like a condemned man at his last meal.
No longer able to control his lust, Junsu thrust his angry cock inside of Yoochun’s tight body; the baritone bucking; body arching off the bed; cries of pleasure reverberating off the walls of Junsu’s room.
Junsu moved; body rocking into Yoochun hard and fast. He dug his nails into Yoochun’s flesh; strong hands firmly gripping the baritone’s bony hips. Yoochun thrust up to aid him; skin slapping against skin. Muscles ached and tightened; lungs constricted; hearts raced; Junsu gritted his teeth as he fucked his beloved Yoochun with all his might; the lithe and wiry baritone beneath him lost in a world of agony and ecstasy.
Yoochun’s body thrashed upon the bed; his head twisting from side to side; hair drenched with sweat and plastered to his forehead. His brain reminded him to breathe and he exhaled with force as his insides tightened around Junsu’s girth. Junsu closed his eyes and increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts; Yoochun gasping for air as he felt the swollen tip of Junsu’s cock scrape against his prostate.
“Fuck me, Oppa. Fuck me.”
Junsu lost his mind.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Yoochun.”
Junsu thrust forward one final time before spilling deep within the dark recesses of Yoochun’s flesh. The feel of Junsu’s cum dripping down his thighs sent Yoochun over the edge.
The baritone shrieked as his release came; one hand grasping the sheets, the other his hardened sex; pumping his throbbing erection; milking himself until he was dry.
They lay huddled in the dark between the love stained sheets; arms and legs entwined within each other. They held each other close; bodies shivering as if from cold. They kissed, lips trembling; moaning incoherently; grasping each other for dear life until their torment subsided. It was always this way with them; their love for each other a combination of pleasure and pain all rolled into one. A love that was no secret; everyone suspected it, yet they couldn’t admit it openly. Their closeness was obvious to all, but to reveal the truth would be scandalous and detrimental.
As their bodies relaxed, Yoochun kicked off the high heeled shoes and stripped himself of the garter belt and stockings.
He breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his aching feet.
He looked at Junsu who had a big smile on his face.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
Junsu nodded.
“Did you?”
Yoochun laughed heartily.
“Wasn’t it obvious?”
Junsu blushed.
“I’m tired,” Yoochun exclaimed as he yawned; arms stretching over his head.
As they lay down to sleep, Yoochun mumbled under his breath, this time with his deep, raspy voice.
“Junsu, next time you wear the dress.”
As his lover drifted off to sleep, Junsu replied.
“Anything you say, Oppa.”