TEACHER
Today's a very special day for MY FATASS BIAS OF A CHINAMAN our favorite Mr. Beijing Fried Rice, Hankyung <3
I was going to do a picspam but I literally have about 4000 photos of him that I love, so it is not going to happen without this being too effing long. So here's a fic for my baby. THIS is the next part in the Master!whore geng verse <3
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TEACHER
Junsu follows the older man down the long, winding corridor, unsure of what was to come. He had heard stories from the others, of Hankyung, of the Master. He remembers the warmth that blossomed on Jaejoong’s normally impassive face, the gentle smile that disrupts Heechul’s usual smirks, the blush that powders Ryeowook’s face and that bright glint in Sungmin’s eyes when they speak about the blonde man. So when Leeteuk tells him to thank the heavens because he was getting a lesson from the best of the best, there is a trickle of anxiety and anticipation flowing in his veins.
When he enters the room, he is expecting anything and everything, from incense and rose petals to chains and handcuffs. He doesn’t expect to see a relatively well lit room and the chessboard on the large oak table and the man sitting beside it, dressed in leather pants and a white shirt. Disregarding Hankyung’s stunning appearance and his sexy attire, this was something you would see in a public library and not at a place like theirs. Especially not in preparation for a lesson. He glances at his hyung, but Leeteuk only shoves him down on a chair and joins Hankyung on the other side of the round table. The two are quiet as they start to play and Junsu thinks he’s going to go crazy just watching the two play chess. He knows something’s up though, from the way the two are exchanging small smiles each time a piece is taken, so he stays silent and takes to studying the chess pieces instead. They were quite beautiful actually, made of glass and with unique rounded corners and edges and tapered up from the base, as if someone had taken a normal chess piece and stretched it oddly.
Junsu had taken to sneaking glances at the blonde man, because he was the only fascinating thing here and finally they were finished. Leeteuk had won. Junsu was about to ask if they could perhaps start the lesson, when Hankyung started unbuttoning his pants. Junsu barely had time to comprehend, as a belt was whipped off, slapping at the corner of Junsu’s chair as it was flung to the floor and Hankyung leaned back on his chair and slowly- oh so slowly- slid the leather off inch by inch. He was still gaping at the smooth skin and the length of those bare legs, when Hankyung simply leaned forward and started another game with Leeteuk. It was even harder to endure this game, but at least Junsu now knew what they were playing for, and what he had to look forward to. He feels his breath hitch as Leeteuk stood up and shimmied his way out of his robe with a smile. Hankyung returns the smile as he gestures for Leeteuk to start again, not at all flustered apparently by the fact that the other was now completely naked; Leeteuk had not been wearing anything underneath.
Junsu must have made a noise of some sorts, because the other two look over at him at the same time and there is a light that sparks in dark eyes, as if they had been waiting for this. There’s a tight grip on his arm and another on his wrist and Junsu had not even noticed that his hand had been wrapped around himself, until he suddenly feels the loss of contact. Junsu is no weakling, but the other two easily maneuver him over to the pillar in the middle of the room and he is tied up before he can protest and his pants unzipped just enough to set him free. For a moment he thinks they are going to go back to playing chess, but then Hankyung reaches over and takes a hold of Leeteuk’s hips, pulling the naked man flush against him and they begin to dance, Hankyung pressed right into the curve of Leeteuk’s arse, all hard grinds and deep thrusts. Hankyung is still wearing his oversized white shirt, the hem of which touched halfway down his thighs and Junsu can’t tell if he’s wearing anything underneath, but the unfocused look on Leeteuk’s face tells him it doesn’t really matter. He can’t see Hankyung, but he sees Leeteuk as the two dance, sees the way he pushes back and sees how hard the man is already as Hankyung’s hand presses and massages just centimeters above from his length.
Junsu was already hard from just watching and his breathing was becoming uneven as the need to touch grew within him. Then Hankyung grabs Leeteuk’s hips and steer him until the other man is close enough to Junsu that their members are almost touching. Then with gasps from both of them, Hankyung spins Leeteuk around and hauls him up until the man has arms wrapped around Hankyung’s neck and legs tight around that waist and his entrance was teasing at the very tip of Junsu’s member. Butterfly touches of heat and skin, followed by only air and desperation as Hankyung rocks Leeteuk up and down, causing the man’s member to rub against toned abs and his entrance to just rub at, but never surround Junsu’s aching need.
Then they finally move away, an act of kindness or cruelty Junsu doesn’t know. He is gasping and he almost laughs in relief as he is released from the pillar and there is a hot mouth on his, Hankyung all tongue and teeth and power. Junsu kisses back, just as strong, letting his desire flow through the way he bites and sucks on those gorgeous red lips. Their tongues are battling and there are hands running up and down his torso. Their lips are still locked as Hankyung slams him up against a wall, hands pushing up his shirt, over his head and up his arms. Junsu can’t breathe, but still he kisses back, because he can’t seem to stop, not for anything, not even air, because the other is sucking on his lower lip and kissing his jaw and pinning Junsu’s hands above his head so he can kiss down Junsu’s side. All Junsu can do is moan and try to breathe, until the other man bites down on his nipple and he jerks in pleasurable pain, only to find himself unable to move once again.
Only then does Junsu register Leeteuk is also there, he’s right besides them in fact, smirking as he gives the belt around Junsu’s wrists another firm tug. It is only when there is a creak as the doors close that he realizes that he has been strung up in Hankyung’s wardrobe. It is surprisingly empty, but then again Junsu had never seen Hankyung in anything but leather and occasionally silk. Then he doesn’t give a damn about what Hankyung wears, because it’s dark and he’s not alone in this darkness. He can’t see their features very well, only the light filtering through the door capturing the difference in hair colour. He curses when his pants are done up again, painfully tight now and he feels fingers pinch and squeeze and rub his twin buds whilst a hot mouth sucks on his ear, leaving a trail of warmth and suggestive whispers. The wardrobe isn’t big, quite narrow in fact and there just wasn’t enough room, not for the three of them. At least not unless they were pressed up close and they were; there’s something hard rubbing against his thigh and a wet heat mouthing at his throbbing bulge, Junsu can feel each lick and scrap of teeth even through the fabric of his pants. Then there’s a hand pressing down hard on his length, kneading down slow and steady, then squeezing hard and tight, until Junsu swears he is about to break the material. Then the constricting item is gone, pooling at his ankles and all he needs is a few more touches.
Then the light is back and it blinds Junsu, he blinks and shuts out the unwelcome intrusion, opening his eyes only when he was safe in the darkness again. He lets out a cry when he finds the hands and the lips and the heat gone, only leaving him straining against the leather tight around his wrist and with his arousal hanging free at last, but unloved in the moist air. Junsu wonders for a second where the other two had gone and what they were doing, when he is answered almost immediately when something impacts with the door of the wardrobe with a thump and even in this light, Junsu can see Leeteuk’s face inches from his on the other side. Then the wardrobe shakes and Leeteuk is even closer, cheeks pressed against the wood and his fingers digging into the horizontal openings, curling around the thin strips of wood as gasps and pants escape him. The shaking gets stronger and faster and moans mingle in the air between the horizontal strips as Leeteuk is fucked into the door and Junsu is pressing so hard into the wood from the other side that their members are almost touching. Junsu is rubbing and pushing and fucking himself on the wood, because they are so close, yet so far and fuck he needs to be touched. A long, high-pitched whimper from Leeteuk as Hankyung pulls back all the way out then plunges himself back in, has Junsu coming, releasing onto the wood and onto Leeteuk.
The doors are flung open and he recovers faster this time, because there’s already brightness flashing before his eyes and he looks out the wardrobe and sees the reason why Leeteuk hasn’t come before him. The slender man had been placed on the leather recliner, his legs hooked over each arm and never mind that Junsu could see straight into his entrance, because there was a cock ring tight around that pulsating penis. Hankyung was lounging on the floor in front of him, one hand wrapped around one leg, the other moving from brushing at the tip of the weeping member to sinking his index finger into Leeteuk. The older man squirmed as each finger was added until Hankyung had his fingers buried to the knuckle and Leeteuk was a quivering, moaning mess of shaking limbs, the ring digging in sharply to the red sensitive skin. Hankyung jerks his head at Junsu and Leeteuk half stumbles, half trips over to him and finally, Junsu is free, holding up his hyung and it is only then the Master finally allows Leeteuk to have his release in a flurry of curses.
It’s over and Junsu thinks about what had happened and he can’t believe that there was a way to make someone want and need and hurt that much. Hankyung helps him up, strong hands pulling him to his feet. The same strong hands that shoves him onto the big oak table, sending some of the glass pieces rolling and scattering on the carpet, knocking the unfinished game off the edge. Junsu feels the edge of that shirt brush the back of his thigh seconds before his legs are parted slightly and he waits for the painful intrusion. Only it doesn’t come, only a soft grind as the hardness is pressed into his butt as the blonde man leans over him, on top of him to reach over and finger the chess pieces. “Do you like this one, Junsu?” Hankyung was twirling the pawn between his long fingers. Junsu is still reeling from the sensation of having Hankyung lying on top of him as he is bent over the table, that all he can do is nod. Then he is gasping, because there was cold glass circling at his rim and sliding in, pushing all the way it can go before sliding back out and dropped on the floor. “Pick another one Junsu. A better one. Be good and listen to the Teacher.” And knowing what’s Hankyung wants, he picks the knight closest to him. This time there’s no circling, only pressure and pushing, harder, deeper and not enough.
Junsu pushes the king at Hankyung without even being asked and Junsu swears he can feel every curve of that crown as it slides into him, in and out, in and out, until he is pushing back onto it, just so it can go deeper. There’s an itch within him that needs to be scratched, a pain that needs to be soothed and this cold, hard King wasn’t enough. When the other asks him “which one do you like best, Su?” he knows how to answer, “Teacher…I like Teacher the most”. There’s a proud smile on the blonde man’s lips and Junsu is rewarded with long, slender fingers stretching and curling inside of him that has him drawing short breaths that comes too fast. Minutes pass and still the man does not enter him, just stroking and pushing and twisting, until Junsu is begging to be taken. When finally he feels that massive member enter him, it’s enough to have him reaching blindly for something to steady himself on; only he finds nothing and the remaining chess pieces scatter as he is thrust into hard enough to shake the heavy table, once, twice, three times before the other pulls out.
Junsu is left panting and needing and the smooth surface of the oak is covered with his desire, the precom smeared everywhere and he almost cries when Hankyung doesn’t enter him again. He’s left bent over the table, because the ache is burning through him and he can’t move at all, because it hurts. He can only bite down on his lips as he watch Hankyung lie on the bed, Leeteuk between his legs, tongue moving and circling. Junsu’s hand is again on his own engorged member, when he is yet again stopped, this time as Leeteuk pushes him onto the bed. Junsu lies back and spreads his legs, like the whore that he is and counts the milliseconds until he is fucked so hard that he won’t be able to see any customers for days. How he wished time went faster.
He wants and needs and craves it, expects the pain and the pleasure and he gets it, only it’s not how he had been expecting. He had expected to be taken like a toy and he had wanted it, only the Master doesn’t follow expectation, the Teacher couldn’t be led by the pupil. So when Junsu is gasping with pleasure and pain, it’s as Hankyung slams himself down on Junsu’s member. The tightness and heat sends electricity sparking straight from his groin to his brain and he swears he feels his muscles burn and melt. Hankyung was riding him hard and fast and Junsu could only grab onto those hips and hold on for dear life as his Teacher teaches him in the fastest way. Even though he was the one immersed deep within the other, there was no doubt in his mind who was topping in this. Hankyung was holding his arousal, his desire, his life it seemed like in that moment, and doing as he pleased with it- his power was clear in the way he had Junsu moaning loud as he shifted his hips and god, Junsu was so, so close.
Then the heat is gone and there’s a different one replacing it and Junsu looks down to see Leeteuk’s mouth wrapped around his member, lips barely touching his length and he was not moving, not moving, not moving. His hyung is on all fours with Hankyung behind him, and Junsu can feel every hot breath that Leeteuk pants onto his aching cock as Hankyung fingers Leeteuk from behind. Junsu wants nothing more to fuck that mouth, but he doesn’t because he’s a good pupil and that was not what the Teacher wanted. He almost does though, jerking up and Leeteuk almost gags as fingers push unexpectedly into him. Junsu looks and sees Leeteuk’s fingers, only Hankyung is holding onto his hand and holding it in place and it’s not moving either and Junsu thinks he’s going to lose his mind.
He lies there, throbbing and aching, fists clenching in the bed sheets at the warmth- the non-moving warmth at his entrance and his arousal. He waits, like the good pupil he is, as his Teacher works Leeteuk until Junsu feels the sweat drop from his hyung’s forehead onto his stomach and the pants on his groin are not so even anymore. Then the bed creaks and there is a grunt and a strangled yell and Junsu is seeing stars because Leeteuk bites. His patience and hard work is rewarded though because when he looks up, it’s his Teacher looming over him and he throws his head back hard enough to crack his neck when he is plunged into that tight head again. The Teacher isn’t about instructions and lessons now, only reward and all Junsu could remember was the screams of pleasure that tore from his throat as Hankyung pulled free and slammed himself down again and again, until Junsu could barely see as his vision blurred then exploded in a cascade of colours as he lets out one final scream that is pure and primal.
Junsu greets his Teacher with bows for the next three days, because his voice is too hoarse and the others only smirk as he blushes. They all heard him that night.
<3
unbeta-ed. you can blame monica XD
I was going to do a picspam but I literally have about 4000 photos of him that I love, so it is not going to happen without this being too effing long. So here's a fic for my baby. THIS is the next part in the Master!whore geng verse <3
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TEACHER
Junsu follows the older man down the long, winding corridor, unsure of what was to come. He had heard stories from the others, of Hankyung, of the Master. He remembers the warmth that blossomed on Jaejoong’s normally impassive face, the gentle smile that disrupts Heechul’s usual smirks, the blush that powders Ryeowook’s face and that bright glint in Sungmin’s eyes when they speak about the blonde man. So when Leeteuk tells him to thank the heavens because he was getting a lesson from the best of the best, there is a trickle of anxiety and anticipation flowing in his veins.
When he enters the room, he is expecting anything and everything, from incense and rose petals to chains and handcuffs. He doesn’t expect to see a relatively well lit room and the chessboard on the large oak table and the man sitting beside it, dressed in leather pants and a white shirt. Disregarding Hankyung’s stunning appearance and his sexy attire, this was something you would see in a public library and not at a place like theirs. Especially not in preparation for a lesson. He glances at his hyung, but Leeteuk only shoves him down on a chair and joins Hankyung on the other side of the round table. The two are quiet as they start to play and Junsu thinks he’s going to go crazy just watching the two play chess. He knows something’s up though, from the way the two are exchanging small smiles each time a piece is taken, so he stays silent and takes to studying the chess pieces instead. They were quite beautiful actually, made of glass and with unique rounded corners and edges and tapered up from the base, as if someone had taken a normal chess piece and stretched it oddly.
Junsu had taken to sneaking glances at the blonde man, because he was the only fascinating thing here and finally they were finished. Leeteuk had won. Junsu was about to ask if they could perhaps start the lesson, when Hankyung started unbuttoning his pants. Junsu barely had time to comprehend, as a belt was whipped off, slapping at the corner of Junsu’s chair as it was flung to the floor and Hankyung leaned back on his chair and slowly- oh so slowly- slid the leather off inch by inch. He was still gaping at the smooth skin and the length of those bare legs, when Hankyung simply leaned forward and started another game with Leeteuk. It was even harder to endure this game, but at least Junsu now knew what they were playing for, and what he had to look forward to. He feels his breath hitch as Leeteuk stood up and shimmied his way out of his robe with a smile. Hankyung returns the smile as he gestures for Leeteuk to start again, not at all flustered apparently by the fact that the other was now completely naked; Leeteuk had not been wearing anything underneath.
Junsu must have made a noise of some sorts, because the other two look over at him at the same time and there is a light that sparks in dark eyes, as if they had been waiting for this. There’s a tight grip on his arm and another on his wrist and Junsu had not even noticed that his hand had been wrapped around himself, until he suddenly feels the loss of contact. Junsu is no weakling, but the other two easily maneuver him over to the pillar in the middle of the room and he is tied up before he can protest and his pants unzipped just enough to set him free. For a moment he thinks they are going to go back to playing chess, but then Hankyung reaches over and takes a hold of Leeteuk’s hips, pulling the naked man flush against him and they begin to dance, Hankyung pressed right into the curve of Leeteuk’s arse, all hard grinds and deep thrusts. Hankyung is still wearing his oversized white shirt, the hem of which touched halfway down his thighs and Junsu can’t tell if he’s wearing anything underneath, but the unfocused look on Leeteuk’s face tells him it doesn’t really matter. He can’t see Hankyung, but he sees Leeteuk as the two dance, sees the way he pushes back and sees how hard the man is already as Hankyung’s hand presses and massages just centimeters above from his length.
Junsu was already hard from just watching and his breathing was becoming uneven as the need to touch grew within him. Then Hankyung grabs Leeteuk’s hips and steer him until the other man is close enough to Junsu that their members are almost touching. Then with gasps from both of them, Hankyung spins Leeteuk around and hauls him up until the man has arms wrapped around Hankyung’s neck and legs tight around that waist and his entrance was teasing at the very tip of Junsu’s member. Butterfly touches of heat and skin, followed by only air and desperation as Hankyung rocks Leeteuk up and down, causing the man’s member to rub against toned abs and his entrance to just rub at, but never surround Junsu’s aching need.
Then they finally move away, an act of kindness or cruelty Junsu doesn’t know. He is gasping and he almost laughs in relief as he is released from the pillar and there is a hot mouth on his, Hankyung all tongue and teeth and power. Junsu kisses back, just as strong, letting his desire flow through the way he bites and sucks on those gorgeous red lips. Their tongues are battling and there are hands running up and down his torso. Their lips are still locked as Hankyung slams him up against a wall, hands pushing up his shirt, over his head and up his arms. Junsu can’t breathe, but still he kisses back, because he can’t seem to stop, not for anything, not even air, because the other is sucking on his lower lip and kissing his jaw and pinning Junsu’s hands above his head so he can kiss down Junsu’s side. All Junsu can do is moan and try to breathe, until the other man bites down on his nipple and he jerks in pleasurable pain, only to find himself unable to move once again.
Only then does Junsu register Leeteuk is also there, he’s right besides them in fact, smirking as he gives the belt around Junsu’s wrists another firm tug. It is only when there is a creak as the doors close that he realizes that he has been strung up in Hankyung’s wardrobe. It is surprisingly empty, but then again Junsu had never seen Hankyung in anything but leather and occasionally silk. Then he doesn’t give a damn about what Hankyung wears, because it’s dark and he’s not alone in this darkness. He can’t see their features very well, only the light filtering through the door capturing the difference in hair colour. He curses when his pants are done up again, painfully tight now and he feels fingers pinch and squeeze and rub his twin buds whilst a hot mouth sucks on his ear, leaving a trail of warmth and suggestive whispers. The wardrobe isn’t big, quite narrow in fact and there just wasn’t enough room, not for the three of them. At least not unless they were pressed up close and they were; there’s something hard rubbing against his thigh and a wet heat mouthing at his throbbing bulge, Junsu can feel each lick and scrap of teeth even through the fabric of his pants. Then there’s a hand pressing down hard on his length, kneading down slow and steady, then squeezing hard and tight, until Junsu swears he is about to break the material. Then the constricting item is gone, pooling at his ankles and all he needs is a few more touches.
Then the light is back and it blinds Junsu, he blinks and shuts out the unwelcome intrusion, opening his eyes only when he was safe in the darkness again. He lets out a cry when he finds the hands and the lips and the heat gone, only leaving him straining against the leather tight around his wrist and with his arousal hanging free at last, but unloved in the moist air. Junsu wonders for a second where the other two had gone and what they were doing, when he is answered almost immediately when something impacts with the door of the wardrobe with a thump and even in this light, Junsu can see Leeteuk’s face inches from his on the other side. Then the wardrobe shakes and Leeteuk is even closer, cheeks pressed against the wood and his fingers digging into the horizontal openings, curling around the thin strips of wood as gasps and pants escape him. The shaking gets stronger and faster and moans mingle in the air between the horizontal strips as Leeteuk is fucked into the door and Junsu is pressing so hard into the wood from the other side that their members are almost touching. Junsu is rubbing and pushing and fucking himself on the wood, because they are so close, yet so far and fuck he needs to be touched. A long, high-pitched whimper from Leeteuk as Hankyung pulls back all the way out then plunges himself back in, has Junsu coming, releasing onto the wood and onto Leeteuk.
The doors are flung open and he recovers faster this time, because there’s already brightness flashing before his eyes and he looks out the wardrobe and sees the reason why Leeteuk hasn’t come before him. The slender man had been placed on the leather recliner, his legs hooked over each arm and never mind that Junsu could see straight into his entrance, because there was a cock ring tight around that pulsating penis. Hankyung was lounging on the floor in front of him, one hand wrapped around one leg, the other moving from brushing at the tip of the weeping member to sinking his index finger into Leeteuk. The older man squirmed as each finger was added until Hankyung had his fingers buried to the knuckle and Leeteuk was a quivering, moaning mess of shaking limbs, the ring digging in sharply to the red sensitive skin. Hankyung jerks his head at Junsu and Leeteuk half stumbles, half trips over to him and finally, Junsu is free, holding up his hyung and it is only then the Master finally allows Leeteuk to have his release in a flurry of curses.
It’s over and Junsu thinks about what had happened and he can’t believe that there was a way to make someone want and need and hurt that much. Hankyung helps him up, strong hands pulling him to his feet. The same strong hands that shoves him onto the big oak table, sending some of the glass pieces rolling and scattering on the carpet, knocking the unfinished game off the edge. Junsu feels the edge of that shirt brush the back of his thigh seconds before his legs are parted slightly and he waits for the painful intrusion. Only it doesn’t come, only a soft grind as the hardness is pressed into his butt as the blonde man leans over him, on top of him to reach over and finger the chess pieces. “Do you like this one, Junsu?” Hankyung was twirling the pawn between his long fingers. Junsu is still reeling from the sensation of having Hankyung lying on top of him as he is bent over the table, that all he can do is nod. Then he is gasping, because there was cold glass circling at his rim and sliding in, pushing all the way it can go before sliding back out and dropped on the floor. “Pick another one Junsu. A better one. Be good and listen to the Teacher.” And knowing what’s Hankyung wants, he picks the knight closest to him. This time there’s no circling, only pressure and pushing, harder, deeper and not enough.
Junsu pushes the king at Hankyung without even being asked and Junsu swears he can feel every curve of that crown as it slides into him, in and out, in and out, until he is pushing back onto it, just so it can go deeper. There’s an itch within him that needs to be scratched, a pain that needs to be soothed and this cold, hard King wasn’t enough. When the other asks him “which one do you like best, Su?” he knows how to answer, “Teacher…I like Teacher the most”. There’s a proud smile on the blonde man’s lips and Junsu is rewarded with long, slender fingers stretching and curling inside of him that has him drawing short breaths that comes too fast. Minutes pass and still the man does not enter him, just stroking and pushing and twisting, until Junsu is begging to be taken. When finally he feels that massive member enter him, it’s enough to have him reaching blindly for something to steady himself on; only he finds nothing and the remaining chess pieces scatter as he is thrust into hard enough to shake the heavy table, once, twice, three times before the other pulls out.
Junsu is left panting and needing and the smooth surface of the oak is covered with his desire, the precom smeared everywhere and he almost cries when Hankyung doesn’t enter him again. He’s left bent over the table, because the ache is burning through him and he can’t move at all, because it hurts. He can only bite down on his lips as he watch Hankyung lie on the bed, Leeteuk between his legs, tongue moving and circling. Junsu’s hand is again on his own engorged member, when he is yet again stopped, this time as Leeteuk pushes him onto the bed. Junsu lies back and spreads his legs, like the whore that he is and counts the milliseconds until he is fucked so hard that he won’t be able to see any customers for days. How he wished time went faster.
He wants and needs and craves it, expects the pain and the pleasure and he gets it, only it’s not how he had been expecting. He had expected to be taken like a toy and he had wanted it, only the Master doesn’t follow expectation, the Teacher couldn’t be led by the pupil. So when Junsu is gasping with pleasure and pain, it’s as Hankyung slams himself down on Junsu’s member. The tightness and heat sends electricity sparking straight from his groin to his brain and he swears he feels his muscles burn and melt. Hankyung was riding him hard and fast and Junsu could only grab onto those hips and hold on for dear life as his Teacher teaches him in the fastest way. Even though he was the one immersed deep within the other, there was no doubt in his mind who was topping in this. Hankyung was holding his arousal, his desire, his life it seemed like in that moment, and doing as he pleased with it- his power was clear in the way he had Junsu moaning loud as he shifted his hips and god, Junsu was so, so close.
Then the heat is gone and there’s a different one replacing it and Junsu looks down to see Leeteuk’s mouth wrapped around his member, lips barely touching his length and he was not moving, not moving, not moving. His hyung is on all fours with Hankyung behind him, and Junsu can feel every hot breath that Leeteuk pants onto his aching cock as Hankyung fingers Leeteuk from behind. Junsu wants nothing more to fuck that mouth, but he doesn’t because he’s a good pupil and that was not what the Teacher wanted. He almost does though, jerking up and Leeteuk almost gags as fingers push unexpectedly into him. Junsu looks and sees Leeteuk’s fingers, only Hankyung is holding onto his hand and holding it in place and it’s not moving either and Junsu thinks he’s going to lose his mind.
He lies there, throbbing and aching, fists clenching in the bed sheets at the warmth- the non-moving warmth at his entrance and his arousal. He waits, like the good pupil he is, as his Teacher works Leeteuk until Junsu feels the sweat drop from his hyung’s forehead onto his stomach and the pants on his groin are not so even anymore. Then the bed creaks and there is a grunt and a strangled yell and Junsu is seeing stars because Leeteuk bites. His patience and hard work is rewarded though because when he looks up, it’s his Teacher looming over him and he throws his head back hard enough to crack his neck when he is plunged into that tight head again. The Teacher isn’t about instructions and lessons now, only reward and all Junsu could remember was the screams of pleasure that tore from his throat as Hankyung pulled free and slammed himself down again and again, until Junsu could barely see as his vision blurred then exploded in a cascade of colours as he lets out one final scream that is pure and primal.
Junsu greets his Teacher with bows for the next three days, because his voice is too hoarse and the others only smirk as he blushes. They all heard him that night.
<3
unbeta-ed. you can blame monica XD