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Aux Champs Elysées.
Pairing: Yoosu.
Rating: R.
A/N: LJ cut was going nuts. D: Autumn = Fall. I'm British, duh. :D I don't like this chapter and it's short. But I'm promised tonight, right? :D
ACE Master List.
“I think we need to think about plastering that wall again.” Junsu looks up and sees tiny cracks forming on the wall. “Oh,” he murmurs dumbfounded and more than slightly horny. Yoochun would bring something like this up during sex. “We’ll fix it later ‘Chun.” Junsu gasps, wiggling backwards looking for friction. “Yeah,” Yoochun agrees before beginning to thrust again.
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“I think you should decorate.” Yoochun looks at him funny. “Fine, redecorate? I could help. If you wanted.” Yoochun hugs him from behind. “Of course I want you to help. You can pick the colours and everything. Just, don’t tell Jaejoong.” Junsu laughs and turns around to kiss Yoochun on the nose. “And there was me wanting to gloat and everything. You have effectively spoiled my day.” Yoochun simply shrugs and swoops into kiss Junsu.
Junsu goes to work with a smile implanted on his face and decorative ideas in his head. “Aubergine!” Jaejoong grimaces. “Ew, what the fuck? No thanks.” Junsu frowns and shakes his head. “No I meant for Yoochun’s living room.” He slaps his hands over his mouth as Jaejoong’s eyes light up. “No! Jaejoong, I don’t need help. I want to do this alone. For Yoochun. You know?” Jaejoong frowns and starts to gather up his papers, muttering something about why doesn’t Junsu just move in. Junsu gets an idea. Paint not involved.
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Yoochun picks him up and takes him for coffee, because that is what respectful boyfriends do. Junsu slides the set of Yoochun’s keys into the centre of the table. Yoochun chokes on his earl grey, letting it drip down his chin. “I thought it was going well.” He stutters after staring at Junsu sadly for around about a minute. “Oh, it is. It’s going exceedingly well. It’s going swimmingly.” Junsu smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with overwhelming happiness. “Then … why are you giving me my keys back?” Yoochun questions, confusion written perfectly on his face. “I want you to move in with me.” Yoochun who was taking a drink to calm his emotions splutters tea all over the table, Junsu laughs happily.
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“So, yes?” Junsu inquires as Yoochun assaults his neck with his teeth. “Watch, not where the kids can see.” He smiles heartedly. “Yes, fuck. Mhm. You taste amazing. What do you use on your body.” Junsu raises an eyebrow. “It’s your body wash. Can’t you tell?” Yoochun growls. “It smells so much sexier on you.” Junsu smirks, slow and sexy. “I might just have to use it more often then.” Yoochun smirks against the ridge of Junsu’s jaw. “I’ll buy you a crate.”
He fucks him slowly into the mattress. Lethargically perfect. He speeds up gradually and Junsu’s choking for air in his lungs. Sobbing with pleasure. Yoochun swipes Junsu’s sweaty hair from his forehead and kisses from his brow all done the side of his face. An ‘I love you’ whispered with ever butterfly kiss that lands on his cheeks, nose, eyelids, lips. It’s heaven, heaven, heaven. Yoochun is flying and taking Junsu with him.
When they come, it’s nothing like the sex. It’s hard, fast and unrelenting. Junsu almost passes out. He's sure Yoochun almost passes out too.
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“What’s Autumn’s favourite colour?” Junsu asks Yoochun’s chest as Yoochun strokes his hair. “Purple. Reminds her of autumn, doesn’t it?” He hears Yoochun smirk. “That’s a perfect favourite colour for her name. We’ll paint the spare room that colour for her.” Yoochun leans up on his elbows. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Junsu stretches up to kiss him. “Deadly. I love you.” Yoochun grabs him around the waist, “I love you more.” Junsu snorts, “Impossible.”
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Yoochun moves in to Junsu average sized but homely house a week on that Saturday. He brings the blue sofa, which makes Junsu smile widely and the removal man looks at him like he has two separate heads. He smiles harder. He’s in love. Super, magnificent love.
“Tired.” Junsu puffs out as he throws himself down on their sofa. Yoochun seats himself next to him and throws an arm around Junsu’s neck and cuddles him into his side. “Tomorrow, we christen every surface.”Yoochun declares and gestures his free hand around the room, Junsu slaps his chest in mock appal, then adds: “I think we’ve already done that.” Yoochun nods, “We can call this the second round then. We do have to celebrate somehow.”
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“You are having a party, aren’t you?” Jaejoong asks over the phone. “Yeah, yeah. Sure.” He has to go, seriously, Yoochun’s in the shower. Waiting. “Jaejoong, I’m busy. You know, fixing shit? And, um, I need to go. Bye!” He doesn’t wait for an answer, hanging up before Jaejoong protests. He slides through the unlocked bathroom door and locks it. Just in case Jaejoong decides to come over and shout at him for hanging up.
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Jaejoong does come over later. Round about dinner. Junsu had text him and asked him to come over for dinner, he felt bad for hanging up. “I want to see my room, Junsu-oppa.” She says indignantly, demanding. To be fair, Junsu thinks, she’s sat through dinner and she’s only six. Junsu scoops her up and carries her up the stairs and she giggles happily into his neck he pretends not to notice the loving look from Yoochun’s general direction. Because if he did, he's pretty sure his heart would swell and he'd stop breathing.
Yoochun practically jumps Junsu’s bones when he slips into bed. “Eager?” Junsu grins. “I love you. I want to ravish you. Again.” Junsu’s grin widens. “Why, of course. Why all this sex? Not that I’m complaining.” Yoochun grins against his lips. “You’re irresistible.” He murmurs against them. Junsu’s quite content with that. Even though he might not be able to walk properly at work tomorrow. He can take a few lame jokes from Jaejoong.
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Yoochun’s bottom looks great stirring coffee in their kitchen. “Are you looking at my behind?” He shifts his eyes up Yoochun’s body until he’s looking into Yoochun’s eyes. “Problem?” He questions, picking up his cup to hide his smirk in the rim. “One. I can’t see your perfect buttocks.” Junsu chokes on his coffee from laughing. He’s glad he’s going to have to get used to this in the mornings. Every morning.
Pairing: Yoosu.
Rating: R.
A/N: LJ cut was going nuts. D: Autumn = Fall. I'm British, duh. :D I don't like this chapter and it's short. But I'm promised tonight, right? :D
ACE Master List.
“I think we need to think about plastering that wall again.” Junsu looks up and sees tiny cracks forming on the wall. “Oh,” he murmurs dumbfounded and more than slightly horny. Yoochun would bring something like this up during sex. “We’ll fix it later ‘Chun.” Junsu gasps, wiggling backwards looking for friction. “Yeah,” Yoochun agrees before beginning to thrust again.
--
“I think you should decorate.” Yoochun looks at him funny. “Fine, redecorate? I could help. If you wanted.” Yoochun hugs him from behind. “Of course I want you to help. You can pick the colours and everything. Just, don’t tell Jaejoong.” Junsu laughs and turns around to kiss Yoochun on the nose. “And there was me wanting to gloat and everything. You have effectively spoiled my day.” Yoochun simply shrugs and swoops into kiss Junsu.
Junsu goes to work with a smile implanted on his face and decorative ideas in his head. “Aubergine!” Jaejoong grimaces. “Ew, what the fuck? No thanks.” Junsu frowns and shakes his head. “No I meant for Yoochun’s living room.” He slaps his hands over his mouth as Jaejoong’s eyes light up. “No! Jaejoong, I don’t need help. I want to do this alone. For Yoochun. You know?” Jaejoong frowns and starts to gather up his papers, muttering something about why doesn’t Junsu just move in. Junsu gets an idea. Paint not involved.
--
Yoochun picks him up and takes him for coffee, because that is what respectful boyfriends do. Junsu slides the set of Yoochun’s keys into the centre of the table. Yoochun chokes on his earl grey, letting it drip down his chin. “I thought it was going well.” He stutters after staring at Junsu sadly for around about a minute. “Oh, it is. It’s going exceedingly well. It’s going swimmingly.” Junsu smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with overwhelming happiness. “Then … why are you giving me my keys back?” Yoochun questions, confusion written perfectly on his face. “I want you to move in with me.” Yoochun who was taking a drink to calm his emotions splutters tea all over the table, Junsu laughs happily.
--
“So, yes?” Junsu inquires as Yoochun assaults his neck with his teeth. “Watch, not where the kids can see.” He smiles heartedly. “Yes, fuck. Mhm. You taste amazing. What do you use on your body.” Junsu raises an eyebrow. “It’s your body wash. Can’t you tell?” Yoochun growls. “It smells so much sexier on you.” Junsu smirks, slow and sexy. “I might just have to use it more often then.” Yoochun smirks against the ridge of Junsu’s jaw. “I’ll buy you a crate.”
He fucks him slowly into the mattress. Lethargically perfect. He speeds up gradually and Junsu’s choking for air in his lungs. Sobbing with pleasure. Yoochun swipes Junsu’s sweaty hair from his forehead and kisses from his brow all done the side of his face. An ‘I love you’ whispered with ever butterfly kiss that lands on his cheeks, nose, eyelids, lips. It’s heaven, heaven, heaven. Yoochun is flying and taking Junsu with him.
When they come, it’s nothing like the sex. It’s hard, fast and unrelenting. Junsu almost passes out. He's sure Yoochun almost passes out too.
--
“What’s Autumn’s favourite colour?” Junsu asks Yoochun’s chest as Yoochun strokes his hair. “Purple. Reminds her of autumn, doesn’t it?” He hears Yoochun smirk. “That’s a perfect favourite colour for her name. We’ll paint the spare room that colour for her.” Yoochun leans up on his elbows. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Junsu stretches up to kiss him. “Deadly. I love you.” Yoochun grabs him around the waist, “I love you more.” Junsu snorts, “Impossible.”
--
Yoochun moves in to Junsu average sized but homely house a week on that Saturday. He brings the blue sofa, which makes Junsu smile widely and the removal man looks at him like he has two separate heads. He smiles harder. He’s in love. Super, magnificent love.
“Tired.” Junsu puffs out as he throws himself down on their sofa. Yoochun seats himself next to him and throws an arm around Junsu’s neck and cuddles him into his side. “Tomorrow, we christen every surface.”Yoochun declares and gestures his free hand around the room, Junsu slaps his chest in mock appal, then adds: “I think we’ve already done that.” Yoochun nods, “We can call this the second round then. We do have to celebrate somehow.”
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“You are having a party, aren’t you?” Jaejoong asks over the phone. “Yeah, yeah. Sure.” He has to go, seriously, Yoochun’s in the shower. Waiting. “Jaejoong, I’m busy. You know, fixing shit? And, um, I need to go. Bye!” He doesn’t wait for an answer, hanging up before Jaejoong protests. He slides through the unlocked bathroom door and locks it. Just in case Jaejoong decides to come over and shout at him for hanging up.
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Jaejoong does come over later. Round about dinner. Junsu had text him and asked him to come over for dinner, he felt bad for hanging up. “I want to see my room, Junsu-oppa.” She says indignantly, demanding. To be fair, Junsu thinks, she’s sat through dinner and she’s only six. Junsu scoops her up and carries her up the stairs and she giggles happily into his neck he pretends not to notice the loving look from Yoochun’s general direction. Because if he did, he's pretty sure his heart would swell and he'd stop breathing.
Yoochun practically jumps Junsu’s bones when he slips into bed. “Eager?” Junsu grins. “I love you. I want to ravish you. Again.” Junsu’s grin widens. “Why, of course. Why all this sex? Not that I’m complaining.” Yoochun grins against his lips. “You’re irresistible.” He murmurs against them. Junsu’s quite content with that. Even though he might not be able to walk properly at work tomorrow. He can take a few lame jokes from Jaejoong.
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Yoochun’s bottom looks great stirring coffee in their kitchen. “Are you looking at my behind?” He shifts his eyes up Yoochun’s body until he’s looking into Yoochun’s eyes. “Problem?” He questions, picking up his cup to hide his smirk in the rim. “One. I can’t see your perfect buttocks.” Junsu chokes on his coffee from laughing. He’s glad he’s going to have to get used to this in the mornings. Every morning.