ordinary life (part ii of ii)
Ordinary Life (part ii)
Part ii of ii
Yoochun/Junsu
NC-17.
Romance. Drama. Comedy.
Summary: They were just normal, single professors. Or were they?
Part i || Part ii
Note: For junshoo. I hope you'll read this before you fly off ;A;
Comments and concrits? :DDD
ordinary life; part ii
“Baby, I’m home!” The young professor called out, balancing his briefcase on his knee as he slipped off his brown loafers. The sound of creaking kitchen cupboards were the only response the bespectacled man got before he padded off to place his briefcase in the workroom. Loosening his tie, Yoochun deeply inhaled the delicious, savoury smell of roasted chicken and his favourite Italian pasta dish. The scent consumed his senses and clawed at his stomach. He tossed the tie aside, before trailing after the smell- like a bee attracted to the heady scent of honeysuckles- to its source; the kitchen.
“Mmm, smells good, love.” Yoochun breathed into the cream of his lover’s exposed neck; gently nipping at the sensitive patch of skin just below the ear, as his arms encircled themselves around the other’s lithe form. His young lover leaned back into his touch, enjoying the attention and warmth his boyfriend provided.
“Why are you back so late, hmm? You promised to be back by 5pm.” Said lover turned into the embrace, leaning forward to capture Yoochun’s lips.
The bespectacled man pulled back and lowly chuckled, nuzzling the other’s cheeks affectionately. “I had a few errands to run, I’m sorry babe.” He lightly traced his lover’s lips, softly nipping into it in apology. His fingers trailed along the waistband of the other’s pants, before slipping southwards to grab the pair of supple flesh encased in deliciously tight jeans.
“Oh no, you’re not feeling me up,” Junsu grinned in amusement, innocently moving closer to step on Yoochun’s feet. “Go freshen up, dinner’s almost ready.” And he non-too gently pushed the greasily winking lump of cheese to the direction of the bathroom, retying his apron that the other had untied without him noticing. That horny bastard, Junsu cussed as he hurried to switch off the stove that was threatening to burn his precious creamy mushroom sauce to crisp. If his painstakingly made dinner was ruined, someone was going to pay, he muttered darkly.
:: ✈ ::
An extravagant, extremely successful Christmassy dinner and an hour later had the couple cosying up in front of the fireplace, snuggling into each other’s warmth, under the protection of a giant crosshatched quilt, courtesy of a certain gleeful Mrs. Park and dubbed the gooey-blanket-that-had-the-unfortunate-experience-of-watching-and-feeling-yoochun-and-junsu-sexing-it-up-naked by their close (albeit big-headed) acquaintance, Kim Jaejoong.
“You were a bastard at work today.” Junsu said casually, while sipping his hot chocolate. He ignored the spill it caused when he clumsily set it down. Yoochun could be such a nazi when it comes to cleanliness sometimes.
Yoochun gingerly sipped his much needed caffeine brew and slipped his arms around the other, pulling him closer. “Think of it as role-play, babe. I’m the cocky arrogant bastard, while you’re the submissive professor, who can’t get enough of me,” He grinned cheekily, placing an affectionate kiss atop the crest of his love’s hair.
Junsu’s eye twitched. If Yoochun had said this to his face a year ago before they got together, Junsu would’ve socked him in the eye. Twice. And probably called up his twin to deliver a final, gut cringing blow. As the saying goes, third time’s always a charm.
Junsu snorted and cuddled closer into the cheeky man’s chest. The latter’s breath hitched as a warm, familiar hand sneakily slipped under his top, playfully caressing the happy trail of hair just above his loose denims, and travelled further and further up to his chest. A shrill cry of pain was heard as Junsu painfully twisted Yoochun’s nipple in revenge.
“What the fuck, Kim Junsu!” Yoochun exclaimed in bewilderment. He rubbed at his wounded chest and carefully placed his coffee on the side table. He glared at the other who was innocently beaming as if he hadn’t just pulled a crab-pincher attack on Yoochun’s nubs. Well, two can play at this game then. And he lunged at Junsu, biting the first body part his teeth came into with. Which happened to be Junsu’s nose.
“What the fuck, Park Yoochun!” Junsu screamed, legs working into overdrive when Yoochun’s teeth refused to let go of his increasingly red appendage. He could only think of one thing to do, and started yanking the other’s hair. Yoochun was bellowing deeply until a flying limb came knocking onto the Park family’s precious jewels and he howled in anguish, jerking off the sofa in immense pain and shock, head coming into contact with Junsu’s palm who failed to catch him before he tumbled unceremoniously to the wooden floor. And Yoochun laid there; face down, bemoaning about being involved in a violent relationship and reporting to Mrs. Park-who would be greatly saddened- about his thoroughly abused balls which might not be able to bear Park heirs any more. He was about to launch into another rant when Junsu roughly pulled him up by his collar and crushed his lips against the other’s half-opened ones, effectively shutting him up. They both moaned.
Junsu liked to think they were a closet S&M couple, with both taking delight in receiving and inflicting pain and trauma upon each other. Yoochun often teased Junsu, toying with his mind all day long; manipulating him to no ends in campus until the latter finally snapped and pulled him into the nearby janitor’s closet for a little tête-à-tête. Junsu swore his past relationships had never been this exciting.
“So, what’d you do with all that chocolate, hmm?” Yoochun murmured against Junsu’s lips, nibbling the soft flesh leisurely when they’d both calmed down and resumed their cuddling. “I’m sorry I was late-dropped mine off at the orphanage,” Yoochun continued when Junsu didn’t answer, “The kids were so excited-they trampled my feet when I lugged the chocolates in.” Yoochun shivered thinking about the kids who suddenly had their eyes (they gleamed like those of a velociraptor’s) locked onto him the moment he stepped through the door. He’d never been so scared in his life. “So what’d you do with yours?”
Junsu fidgeted slightly in his arms.
“Su-ah?”
“Oh alright, alright! I kept them to myself and brought them home, okay?”
Yoochun bit back a sigh and stared pointedly. “Baby, you know the students-”
“-how was I supposed to know they gave me liquor chocolates on Valentine’s Day!” Junsu grumbled in annoyance, settling down his mug on the coffee table before folding his arms, lips curled into downward crescents.
Yoochun laughed, pulling Junsu back into his arms to kiss the pout away. “I’m not saying it’s wrong for you to eat those chocolates but-”
“Oh c’mon, you have to admit we had hot, drunken sex that night.”
“No you were drunk. I was sober the entire time.”
Junsu looked scandalised. “You’re saying as if you didn’t enjoy it one bit.”
“Of course I enjoyed it, Su-ah. It was hot and sexy and-you kept me up all night. Literally.” Yoochun whispered huskily into his ear, tongue coming out to leisurely stroke the soft patch of skin behind it.
Oh, Yoochun could vividly remember that night. Junsu had gone so hot, so wild, so free. That was the first time Junsu had let all his inhibitions go. Yoochun could only weakly thank the heavens above for bestowing such low alcohol tolerance, such flexible undulating hips-Yoochun licked his lips at that- and such high sex drive to Junsu. His lover just wouldn’t stop advancing onto him that night. It was fantastic.
“So, what are we doing tonight?” A wandering hand trailed Yoochun’s thigh, tracing random patterns along the inner seams. And all Yoochun could think of was who he wanted to do tonight. But he doubted Junsu would let him. Not after he’d accidentally set Junsu’s ringtone to an mp3 of Yoochun moaning Junsu’s name-which had rang during one of his love’s lectures, unfortunately.
“You-I mean-we could start grading those papers, Junsu-ah! They’re very exciting,” Yoochun replied with forced enthusiasm, waggling his eyebrows for emphasis. Junsu suspiciously regarded him for a moment, before slowly leaning forward, staring him right in the eye.
“Are you sure there isn’t something else you’d rather be grading, Yoochun-ah.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure if that was a trick question.
“Uh, you?”
And before he could comprehend anything, Junsu was climbing into his lap, tugging at his sweater to suckle hungrily onto the shapely collarbones which had been teasing him all day.
“Damn it, Yoochun.” Junsu growled as he dragged his teeth oh-so slowly along the ridges of the jutted flesh “I should be angry-so angry at you for today but-I get all horny instead.” He caught sight of Yoochun’s adam’s apple bobbing down and he groaned, wet tongue coming out to ravish the unblemished skin with bruising kisses. Fingers ran feverishly along Junsu’s lithe form and he whimpered when those long, slender digits stopped cupped the curves of his ass possessively. Junsu leaned onto his elbows.
“Why do you keep wearing these glasses?” Junsu murmured against his lover’s lips, softly sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the plump lips. Yoochun visibly shuddered underneath.
“Don’t deny that I look hotter and smarter in them, baby.” Yoochun breathed out, hands coming to a rest at Junsu’s back; palms flattened out across the smooth expanse of the younger’s back. “At least it has lens in it, unlike Jae’s.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Can we not talk about Jaejoong? Here we are, about to have a sexy foreplay, and the subject of Jaejoong comes up. Not a sexy thought, Yoochun. Especially with his big head.”
“Talking about big heads, I’ll be right back.” In a flash he was gone, leaving a sexually frustrated Junsu to grumble about indecisive boyfriends.
:: ✈ ::
Junsu squirmed and spread his legs further, breathlessly taking delight in watching his love lap the dripping chocolate around and all over his balls. The chocolate spoon Yoochun had bought before heading home turned out to be a luxurious treat for Junsu’s eyes; two of his greatest love pleasuring him to no end.
Yoochun slipped another finger into the writhing man’s body, stretching and scissoring him as he pushed the chocolate spoon deeper into his core. Junsu bit into his lips and suddenly jerked with a cry as the melting spoon nudged against his prostate. All thoughts left his mind as a hot, wet tongue joined the fingers and chocolate in screwing Junsu’s brains out. Yoochun’s fingers left and Junsu whimpered at the loss, until he felt the elder suck and lap at the liquid cocoa flowing out of him as his insides continued to melt the treat.
Junsu was beyond incoherent at this point; unable to think of anything else except Yoochun, Yoochun, Yoochun, god that feels so fucking fantastic-more baby, more- and he convulsed, juices pumping out excitedly like it was the 4th of July. He collapsed against the bed’s headboard, panting and enjoying the last moments of his post-orgasmic high.
The chocolate spoon continued melting, with Yoochun’s hot tongue lapping up the melted cocoa flowing in trickles, and Junsu couldn’t take it anymore, roughly pulling Yoochun by the arms, and frenching him into oblivion. The exquisite taste of chocolate along with Yoochun was enough to drive Junsu wild. He wrapped his thighs around the elder’s waist, moaning wantonly as the latter’s erection nudged lightly against his chocolate covered entrance.
Junsu flipped their positions, tearing his lips from Yoochun’s before groaning at the sight of the other’s erection slightly smeared with chocolate. “Oh god, that’s so sexy Yoochun. My favourite snack-chocolate-covered dick.” He placed feathery kisses around the swollen tip, before a lone tongue came out to sample the taste of pre-cum and chocolate, mixing together to form a heady concoction. He laved the tip of the straining erection against the flat of his tongue, taking his time to lick off the thin layer of chocolate smeared over it.
Yoochun’s breath hitched when Junsu looked up from his ministrations, eyes interlocking with Yoochun’s-lust, tenderness, love and so much more that it caused his heart to beat faster- as his mouth sank down onto his pulsing cock to deep throat him. Trembling digits came down to tangle in the smaller man’s hair, gently pushing away the sweaty bangs covering his eyes before it cupped Junsu’s face lovingly, caressing his downy cheeks with so much care that it’d almost made Junsu’s heart burst from the gentleness of it all.
The younger professor pulled back with an obscene pop, marking Yoochun’s lean hips with heart-searing kisses. He bit and left a wet burning trail of desire to his inner thighs, before he coated his love’s erection with as much spit as possible. He gently sank his teeth onto the throbbing vein on the underside for a taste and straightened up, straddling Yoochun’s hips, to place kisses all over Yoochun’s flushed face as he held the elder’s heavy erection, nudging it against his sweet-covered entrance. He lightly pushed the tip in, feeling Yoochun’s arms tighten around his waist and slowly sank down into the other’s lap, pausing to take a breath and adjust to his boyfriend’s size.
Junsu could feel the pads of Yoochun’s fingers gently massaging the small of his back as Yoochun sat up to capture their lips in a passionate dance of tongues. Tongues interlocked for long minutes until Junsu felt he was ready and pushed Yoochun down, kissing his forehead before moving up completely, only to slam Yoochun’s cock back into his slippery hole. He moaned wantonly, the delicious burn tingling his senses and the sensation of being stretched to fullness made his heart ache at the completion.
He kept up the slow pace, licking his lips and revelling in the slow friction, until Yoochun sat up and shifted, burrowing deeper into Junsu, the angle hitting the bundle of nerves embedded deep within him. They gasped and Junsu clenched tightly at the deeper intrusion, panting harshly into his lover’s shoulder. Legs shaking, he lifted himself up again and slammed back down, pleasure igniting his senses.
Yoochun hungrily latched his mouth onto hardened nubs and flipped them over, thrusting hard into him, groaning in arousal as he watched himself bury deep into Junsu, the chocolate meshing with their juices to produce a slick, lewd sound.
“Y-Yoochu-” Junsu gasped out, fingers grasping the bed sheets tightly and arching into Yoochun from the force of his thrusts. He reached down and cupped his weeping length, stroking and rubbing it feverishly against their sweat-slicked bodies. His toes curled in delight when Yoochun’s throbbing length brushed against his pleasure spot and he stroked himself faster, desperately grinding his erection against elder’s body for release.
Junsu’s hot core engulfed Yoochun’s cock painfully with every move and Yoochun shuddered, watching his love’s pleasure-stricken expression which was his, and only his to memorise and love.
Warm wetness coated the insides of Junsu’s walls, pumping against his pleasure core and Junsu moaned, raptly watching Yoochun’s expression and speeding up his pace, jerking off to his boyfriend’s countenance. Junsu came for the second time that night, with Yoochun collapsing on top of him, suckling onto the crook of his neck as they calmed themselves down.
“That was amazing, Chun-ah.” Junsu murmured, lightly stroking the other’s hair.
Yoochun grunted, content to be held in Junsu’s arm and buried deep in him.
“Time for round 2?”
And he was hard in an instant.
:: ✈ ::
“Swish and flick, wingardium leviosa.” Junsu chanted, waving his makeshift candy cane wand at Yoochun’s erected manhood. “Look Yoochun, it’s floating!” Sure enough, Yoochun’s cock twitched.
Yoochun groaned at Junsu’s lame antics; in any other situations he would’ve laughed at his lover but with his angry red erection throbbing painfully, he just wanted Junsu to just end his misery. “Not again, Junsu. Can we please not have your puns during sex? It’s ruining the moment.”
Junsu’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Not until you say the magic word.”
Yoochun groaned loudly. Of all people, why did he choose to court someone with weird Harry Potter tendencies? Yoochun scowled as he took the candy cane from Junsu’s hands. The last time Yoochun had refused Junsu to say the magic word-“How dare you refuse to say the incantation! Avada Kedavra*!”- Yoochun’s cock had literally died and gone limp, as Junsu left the room with an ear-shattering slam of the door. The word reject could practically be seen carved into his wide forehead.
Junsu had gone and spent the night at Changmin’s place instead, and Yoochun could only clutch onto his Blackberry and weep into it silently as it continued to beep arriving messages.
(Why is Kim Junsu ringing the doorbell of my apartment at 3am in the morning, Park-sshi.
-
Just so you know, I let Kim Junsu into my apartment because he kept scratching and banging his head against my door repeatedly while wailing your name. I had to assure my sleep-deprived neighbours that it was safe to not call the cops.
-
Park Yoochun, is it true that you both fought because you wouldn’t say a Harry Potter incantation?
Yoochun’s cellphone beeped not after a minute.
Park Yoochun, Harry Potter is worth more than your ass.
-
Tell me, Yoochun-sshi, is Kim Junsu a Harry Potter fan too? He stopped becoming a blubbering mess on my couch after I mentioned having the Harry Potter dvd collector’s edition.
-
A beep from Yoochun’s cell phone.
We’re watching Harry Potter dvds now. At 4am. In the morning.
-
I’m taking this OT out of your pay check, Park-sshi.)
And his dick had literally died the entire week without the tender loving care of Junsu’s warm mouth. Life was hard.
Yoochun gripped the head of the candy cane and held back a sigh. “Accio! Mouth on Yarry Park Jr.”
Junsu grinned in delight and lowered his head, tongue coming up to lave the swollen tip with care and attention. Yoochun squeezed his eyes shut in delight, the familiar feeling of Junsu’s pretty mouth on him coaxing a whimper. He heard the drawer of the side table being closed and snapped open his eyes when he felt Junsu’s mouth leaving his sensitive red erection and tying velvet just below the throbbing head.
“What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Junsu.”
Junsu cowered back slightly as he saw a vein throbbing on Yoochun’s temple.
“Uhm, a cape?”
Patience. Yea, Park Yoochun could handle being patient for a moment.
“And what is a miniature cape-” He breathed out dangerously, “-doing on my dick, Junsu? And let go-of that fuckingly ridiculous mini Harry Potter glasses you’re about to put.”
Junsu winced, at Yoochun’s threatening tone and threw the tiny spectacles behind him. He gulped. Maybe he should have tied Yoochun up first before doing this.
“Well?”
“Uh, it’s for foreplay?” Junsu chuckled nervously.
The vein in Yoochun’s forehead popped. “FOREPLAY? HOW IS WEARING A CAPE ON MY DICK FOREPLAY, KIM JUNSU.”
The younger man whined, “But Yoochun-ah, its fun to dress up in cosplay.” He twiddled his thumbs together and looked up at him with liquid eyes.
“Fuck. Stop looking at me like that, Junsu. You know I hate this.”
Junsu blinked at Yoochun, lower lips trembling.
“Godamnit Junsu-stop-no-don’t come crying to me-shit-well fuck you.”
And he threw the cape aside, grabbing a pair of actual-sized Harry Potter to put on Junsu, before roughly pining him to the bed and stupefying his brains out for the next two hours.
*Avada Kedavra: A spell used to end someone’s life in an instant.
A/N: This was supposed to be a steamy sexy fic, but it turned out to be crack instead. Forgive me, it’s been a long, long time since I wrote smex ;A;o And the whole idea of this fic stemmed months ago after watching the last ep of SKK Scandal^^V
junshoo and I were lounging about the airport, and we came across this chocolate spoons wrapped in a white box. That, of course had my mind whirring and it was included in this fikku♥
And special thanks to suju_shinki for the sick Harry Potter cape idea 8DD
I'll be off for vacation in less than 3 hours wheeeeee~
Comment below if you liked it. Comments are love♥
Part ii of ii
Yoochun/Junsu
NC-17.
Romance. Drama. Comedy.
Summary: They were just normal, single professors. Or were they?
Part i || Part ii
Note: For junshoo. I hope you'll read this before you fly off ;A;
Comments and concrits? :DDD
ordinary life; part ii
“Baby, I’m home!” The young professor called out, balancing his briefcase on his knee as he slipped off his brown loafers. The sound of creaking kitchen cupboards were the only response the bespectacled man got before he padded off to place his briefcase in the workroom. Loosening his tie, Yoochun deeply inhaled the delicious, savoury smell of roasted chicken and his favourite Italian pasta dish. The scent consumed his senses and clawed at his stomach. He tossed the tie aside, before trailing after the smell- like a bee attracted to the heady scent of honeysuckles- to its source; the kitchen.
“Mmm, smells good, love.” Yoochun breathed into the cream of his lover’s exposed neck; gently nipping at the sensitive patch of skin just below the ear, as his arms encircled themselves around the other’s lithe form. His young lover leaned back into his touch, enjoying the attention and warmth his boyfriend provided.
“Why are you back so late, hmm? You promised to be back by 5pm.” Said lover turned into the embrace, leaning forward to capture Yoochun’s lips.
The bespectacled man pulled back and lowly chuckled, nuzzling the other’s cheeks affectionately. “I had a few errands to run, I’m sorry babe.” He lightly traced his lover’s lips, softly nipping into it in apology. His fingers trailed along the waistband of the other’s pants, before slipping southwards to grab the pair of supple flesh encased in deliciously tight jeans.
“Oh no, you’re not feeling me up,” Junsu grinned in amusement, innocently moving closer to step on Yoochun’s feet. “Go freshen up, dinner’s almost ready.” And he non-too gently pushed the greasily winking lump of cheese to the direction of the bathroom, retying his apron that the other had untied without him noticing. That horny bastard, Junsu cussed as he hurried to switch off the stove that was threatening to burn his precious creamy mushroom sauce to crisp. If his painstakingly made dinner was ruined, someone was going to pay, he muttered darkly.
:: ✈ ::
An extravagant, extremely successful Christmassy dinner and an hour later had the couple cosying up in front of the fireplace, snuggling into each other’s warmth, under the protection of a giant crosshatched quilt, courtesy of a certain gleeful Mrs. Park and dubbed the gooey-blanket-that-had-the-unfortunate-experience-of-watching-and-feeling-yoochun-and-junsu-sexing-it-up-naked by their close (albeit big-headed) acquaintance, Kim Jaejoong.
“You were a bastard at work today.” Junsu said casually, while sipping his hot chocolate. He ignored the spill it caused when he clumsily set it down. Yoochun could be such a nazi when it comes to cleanliness sometimes.
Yoochun gingerly sipped his much needed caffeine brew and slipped his arms around the other, pulling him closer. “Think of it as role-play, babe. I’m the cocky arrogant bastard, while you’re the submissive professor, who can’t get enough of me,” He grinned cheekily, placing an affectionate kiss atop the crest of his love’s hair.
Junsu’s eye twitched. If Yoochun had said this to his face a year ago before they got together, Junsu would’ve socked him in the eye. Twice. And probably called up his twin to deliver a final, gut cringing blow. As the saying goes, third time’s always a charm.
Junsu snorted and cuddled closer into the cheeky man’s chest. The latter’s breath hitched as a warm, familiar hand sneakily slipped under his top, playfully caressing the happy trail of hair just above his loose denims, and travelled further and further up to his chest. A shrill cry of pain was heard as Junsu painfully twisted Yoochun’s nipple in revenge.
“What the fuck, Kim Junsu!” Yoochun exclaimed in bewilderment. He rubbed at his wounded chest and carefully placed his coffee on the side table. He glared at the other who was innocently beaming as if he hadn’t just pulled a crab-pincher attack on Yoochun’s nubs. Well, two can play at this game then. And he lunged at Junsu, biting the first body part his teeth came into with. Which happened to be Junsu’s nose.
“What the fuck, Park Yoochun!” Junsu screamed, legs working into overdrive when Yoochun’s teeth refused to let go of his increasingly red appendage. He could only think of one thing to do, and started yanking the other’s hair. Yoochun was bellowing deeply until a flying limb came knocking onto the Park family’s precious jewels and he howled in anguish, jerking off the sofa in immense pain and shock, head coming into contact with Junsu’s palm who failed to catch him before he tumbled unceremoniously to the wooden floor. And Yoochun laid there; face down, bemoaning about being involved in a violent relationship and reporting to Mrs. Park-who would be greatly saddened- about his thoroughly abused balls which might not be able to bear Park heirs any more. He was about to launch into another rant when Junsu roughly pulled him up by his collar and crushed his lips against the other’s half-opened ones, effectively shutting him up. They both moaned.
Junsu liked to think they were a closet S&M couple, with both taking delight in receiving and inflicting pain and trauma upon each other. Yoochun often teased Junsu, toying with his mind all day long; manipulating him to no ends in campus until the latter finally snapped and pulled him into the nearby janitor’s closet for a little tête-à-tête. Junsu swore his past relationships had never been this exciting.
“So, what’d you do with all that chocolate, hmm?” Yoochun murmured against Junsu’s lips, nibbling the soft flesh leisurely when they’d both calmed down and resumed their cuddling. “I’m sorry I was late-dropped mine off at the orphanage,” Yoochun continued when Junsu didn’t answer, “The kids were so excited-they trampled my feet when I lugged the chocolates in.” Yoochun shivered thinking about the kids who suddenly had their eyes (they gleamed like those of a velociraptor’s) locked onto him the moment he stepped through the door. He’d never been so scared in his life. “So what’d you do with yours?”
Junsu fidgeted slightly in his arms.
“Su-ah?”
“Oh alright, alright! I kept them to myself and brought them home, okay?”
Yoochun bit back a sigh and stared pointedly. “Baby, you know the students-”
“-how was I supposed to know they gave me liquor chocolates on Valentine’s Day!” Junsu grumbled in annoyance, settling down his mug on the coffee table before folding his arms, lips curled into downward crescents.
Yoochun laughed, pulling Junsu back into his arms to kiss the pout away. “I’m not saying it’s wrong for you to eat those chocolates but-”
“Oh c’mon, you have to admit we had hot, drunken sex that night.”
“No you were drunk. I was sober the entire time.”
Junsu looked scandalised. “You’re saying as if you didn’t enjoy it one bit.”
“Of course I enjoyed it, Su-ah. It was hot and sexy and-you kept me up all night. Literally.” Yoochun whispered huskily into his ear, tongue coming out to leisurely stroke the soft patch of skin behind it.
Oh, Yoochun could vividly remember that night. Junsu had gone so hot, so wild, so free. That was the first time Junsu had let all his inhibitions go. Yoochun could only weakly thank the heavens above for bestowing such low alcohol tolerance, such flexible undulating hips-Yoochun licked his lips at that- and such high sex drive to Junsu. His lover just wouldn’t stop advancing onto him that night. It was fantastic.
“So, what are we doing tonight?” A wandering hand trailed Yoochun’s thigh, tracing random patterns along the inner seams. And all Yoochun could think of was who he wanted to do tonight. But he doubted Junsu would let him. Not after he’d accidentally set Junsu’s ringtone to an mp3 of Yoochun moaning Junsu’s name-which had rang during one of his love’s lectures, unfortunately.
“You-I mean-we could start grading those papers, Junsu-ah! They’re very exciting,” Yoochun replied with forced enthusiasm, waggling his eyebrows for emphasis. Junsu suspiciously regarded him for a moment, before slowly leaning forward, staring him right in the eye.
“Are you sure there isn’t something else you’d rather be grading, Yoochun-ah.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure if that was a trick question.
“Uh, you?”
And before he could comprehend anything, Junsu was climbing into his lap, tugging at his sweater to suckle hungrily onto the shapely collarbones which had been teasing him all day.
“Damn it, Yoochun.” Junsu growled as he dragged his teeth oh-so slowly along the ridges of the jutted flesh “I should be angry-so angry at you for today but-I get all horny instead.” He caught sight of Yoochun’s adam’s apple bobbing down and he groaned, wet tongue coming out to ravish the unblemished skin with bruising kisses. Fingers ran feverishly along Junsu’s lithe form and he whimpered when those long, slender digits stopped cupped the curves of his ass possessively. Junsu leaned onto his elbows.
“Why do you keep wearing these glasses?” Junsu murmured against his lover’s lips, softly sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the plump lips. Yoochun visibly shuddered underneath.
“Don’t deny that I look hotter and smarter in them, baby.” Yoochun breathed out, hands coming to a rest at Junsu’s back; palms flattened out across the smooth expanse of the younger’s back. “At least it has lens in it, unlike Jae’s.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Can we not talk about Jaejoong? Here we are, about to have a sexy foreplay, and the subject of Jaejoong comes up. Not a sexy thought, Yoochun. Especially with his big head.”
“Talking about big heads, I’ll be right back.” In a flash he was gone, leaving a sexually frustrated Junsu to grumble about indecisive boyfriends.
:: ✈ ::
Junsu squirmed and spread his legs further, breathlessly taking delight in watching his love lap the dripping chocolate around and all over his balls. The chocolate spoon Yoochun had bought before heading home turned out to be a luxurious treat for Junsu’s eyes; two of his greatest love pleasuring him to no end.
Yoochun slipped another finger into the writhing man’s body, stretching and scissoring him as he pushed the chocolate spoon deeper into his core. Junsu bit into his lips and suddenly jerked with a cry as the melting spoon nudged against his prostate. All thoughts left his mind as a hot, wet tongue joined the fingers and chocolate in screwing Junsu’s brains out. Yoochun’s fingers left and Junsu whimpered at the loss, until he felt the elder suck and lap at the liquid cocoa flowing out of him as his insides continued to melt the treat.
Junsu was beyond incoherent at this point; unable to think of anything else except Yoochun, Yoochun, Yoochun, god that feels so fucking fantastic-more baby, more- and he convulsed, juices pumping out excitedly like it was the 4th of July. He collapsed against the bed’s headboard, panting and enjoying the last moments of his post-orgasmic high.
The chocolate spoon continued melting, with Yoochun’s hot tongue lapping up the melted cocoa flowing in trickles, and Junsu couldn’t take it anymore, roughly pulling Yoochun by the arms, and frenching him into oblivion. The exquisite taste of chocolate along with Yoochun was enough to drive Junsu wild. He wrapped his thighs around the elder’s waist, moaning wantonly as the latter’s erection nudged lightly against his chocolate covered entrance.
Junsu flipped their positions, tearing his lips from Yoochun’s before groaning at the sight of the other’s erection slightly smeared with chocolate. “Oh god, that’s so sexy Yoochun. My favourite snack-chocolate-covered dick.” He placed feathery kisses around the swollen tip, before a lone tongue came out to sample the taste of pre-cum and chocolate, mixing together to form a heady concoction. He laved the tip of the straining erection against the flat of his tongue, taking his time to lick off the thin layer of chocolate smeared over it.
Yoochun’s breath hitched when Junsu looked up from his ministrations, eyes interlocking with Yoochun’s-lust, tenderness, love and so much more that it caused his heart to beat faster- as his mouth sank down onto his pulsing cock to deep throat him. Trembling digits came down to tangle in the smaller man’s hair, gently pushing away the sweaty bangs covering his eyes before it cupped Junsu’s face lovingly, caressing his downy cheeks with so much care that it’d almost made Junsu’s heart burst from the gentleness of it all.
The younger professor pulled back with an obscene pop, marking Yoochun’s lean hips with heart-searing kisses. He bit and left a wet burning trail of desire to his inner thighs, before he coated his love’s erection with as much spit as possible. He gently sank his teeth onto the throbbing vein on the underside for a taste and straightened up, straddling Yoochun’s hips, to place kisses all over Yoochun’s flushed face as he held the elder’s heavy erection, nudging it against his sweet-covered entrance. He lightly pushed the tip in, feeling Yoochun’s arms tighten around his waist and slowly sank down into the other’s lap, pausing to take a breath and adjust to his boyfriend’s size.
Junsu could feel the pads of Yoochun’s fingers gently massaging the small of his back as Yoochun sat up to capture their lips in a passionate dance of tongues. Tongues interlocked for long minutes until Junsu felt he was ready and pushed Yoochun down, kissing his forehead before moving up completely, only to slam Yoochun’s cock back into his slippery hole. He moaned wantonly, the delicious burn tingling his senses and the sensation of being stretched to fullness made his heart ache at the completion.
He kept up the slow pace, licking his lips and revelling in the slow friction, until Yoochun sat up and shifted, burrowing deeper into Junsu, the angle hitting the bundle of nerves embedded deep within him. They gasped and Junsu clenched tightly at the deeper intrusion, panting harshly into his lover’s shoulder. Legs shaking, he lifted himself up again and slammed back down, pleasure igniting his senses.
Yoochun hungrily latched his mouth onto hardened nubs and flipped them over, thrusting hard into him, groaning in arousal as he watched himself bury deep into Junsu, the chocolate meshing with their juices to produce a slick, lewd sound.
“Y-Yoochu-” Junsu gasped out, fingers grasping the bed sheets tightly and arching into Yoochun from the force of his thrusts. He reached down and cupped his weeping length, stroking and rubbing it feverishly against their sweat-slicked bodies. His toes curled in delight when Yoochun’s throbbing length brushed against his pleasure spot and he stroked himself faster, desperately grinding his erection against elder’s body for release.
Junsu’s hot core engulfed Yoochun’s cock painfully with every move and Yoochun shuddered, watching his love’s pleasure-stricken expression which was his, and only his to memorise and love.
Warm wetness coated the insides of Junsu’s walls, pumping against his pleasure core and Junsu moaned, raptly watching Yoochun’s expression and speeding up his pace, jerking off to his boyfriend’s countenance. Junsu came for the second time that night, with Yoochun collapsing on top of him, suckling onto the crook of his neck as they calmed themselves down.
“That was amazing, Chun-ah.” Junsu murmured, lightly stroking the other’s hair.
Yoochun grunted, content to be held in Junsu’s arm and buried deep in him.
“Time for round 2?”
And he was hard in an instant.
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“Swish and flick, wingardium leviosa.” Junsu chanted, waving his makeshift candy cane wand at Yoochun’s erected manhood. “Look Yoochun, it’s floating!” Sure enough, Yoochun’s cock twitched.
Yoochun groaned at Junsu’s lame antics; in any other situations he would’ve laughed at his lover but with his angry red erection throbbing painfully, he just wanted Junsu to just end his misery. “Not again, Junsu. Can we please not have your puns during sex? It’s ruining the moment.”
Junsu’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Not until you say the magic word.”
Yoochun groaned loudly. Of all people, why did he choose to court someone with weird Harry Potter tendencies? Yoochun scowled as he took the candy cane from Junsu’s hands. The last time Yoochun had refused Junsu to say the magic word-“How dare you refuse to say the incantation! Avada Kedavra*!”- Yoochun’s cock had literally died and gone limp, as Junsu left the room with an ear-shattering slam of the door. The word reject could practically be seen carved into his wide forehead.
Junsu had gone and spent the night at Changmin’s place instead, and Yoochun could only clutch onto his Blackberry and weep into it silently as it continued to beep arriving messages.
(Why is Kim Junsu ringing the doorbell of my apartment at 3am in the morning, Park-sshi.
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Just so you know, I let Kim Junsu into my apartment because he kept scratching and banging his head against my door repeatedly while wailing your name. I had to assure my sleep-deprived neighbours that it was safe to not call the cops.
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Park Yoochun, is it true that you both fought because you wouldn’t say a Harry Potter incantation?
Yoochun’s cellphone beeped not after a minute.
Park Yoochun, Harry Potter is worth more than your ass.
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Tell me, Yoochun-sshi, is Kim Junsu a Harry Potter fan too? He stopped becoming a blubbering mess on my couch after I mentioned having the Harry Potter dvd collector’s edition.
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A beep from Yoochun’s cell phone.
We’re watching Harry Potter dvds now. At 4am. In the morning.
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I’m taking this OT out of your pay check, Park-sshi.)
And his dick had literally died the entire week without the tender loving care of Junsu’s warm mouth. Life was hard.
Yoochun gripped the head of the candy cane and held back a sigh. “Accio! Mouth on Yarry Park Jr.”
Junsu grinned in delight and lowered his head, tongue coming up to lave the swollen tip with care and attention. Yoochun squeezed his eyes shut in delight, the familiar feeling of Junsu’s pretty mouth on him coaxing a whimper. He heard the drawer of the side table being closed and snapped open his eyes when he felt Junsu’s mouth leaving his sensitive red erection and tying velvet just below the throbbing head.
“What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Junsu.”
Junsu cowered back slightly as he saw a vein throbbing on Yoochun’s temple.
“Uhm, a cape?”
Patience. Yea, Park Yoochun could handle being patient for a moment.
“And what is a miniature cape-” He breathed out dangerously, “-doing on my dick, Junsu? And let go-of that fuckingly ridiculous mini Harry Potter glasses you’re about to put.”
Junsu winced, at Yoochun’s threatening tone and threw the tiny spectacles behind him. He gulped. Maybe he should have tied Yoochun up first before doing this.
“Well?”
“Uh, it’s for foreplay?” Junsu chuckled nervously.
The vein in Yoochun’s forehead popped. “FOREPLAY? HOW IS WEARING A CAPE ON MY DICK FOREPLAY, KIM JUNSU.”
The younger man whined, “But Yoochun-ah, its fun to dress up in cosplay.” He twiddled his thumbs together and looked up at him with liquid eyes.
“Fuck. Stop looking at me like that, Junsu. You know I hate this.”
Junsu blinked at Yoochun, lower lips trembling.
“Godamnit Junsu-stop-no-don’t come crying to me-shit-well fuck you.”
And he threw the cape aside, grabbing a pair of actual-sized Harry Potter to put on Junsu, before roughly pining him to the bed and stupefying his brains out for the next two hours.
*Avada Kedavra: A spell used to end someone’s life in an instant.
A/N: This was supposed to be a steamy sexy fic, but it turned out to be crack instead. Forgive me, it’s been a long, long time since I wrote smex ;A;o And the whole idea of this fic stemmed months ago after watching the last ep of SKK Scandal^^V
junshoo and I were lounging about the airport, and we came across this chocolate spoons wrapped in a white box. That, of course had my mind whirring and it was included in this fikku♥
And special thanks to suju_shinki for the sick Harry Potter cape idea 8DD
I'll be off for vacation in less than 3 hours wheeeeee~
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