Fic: Listen close
Title: Listen close
Pairing: Junsu/Hyukjae, Hyukjae/Donghae, Junsu/Hyukjae/Donghae
Rating: R
AHAHAHA. Sequel to sugarless_666's they'd tell it all which was a sequel to halcyon_morn's If Walls Could Talk. Ahaha. Clearly we are all on crack.
“Go away, Hyuk”, Junsu mumbles when Hyukjae lets the air of his exhaled breaths fan across bare skin. He cracks an eye open blearily when Hyukjae doesn’t let up, when Hyukjae decides to add his deliciously talented tongue to the mix.
“There’s something”, Hyukjae’s teeth now scraping bluntly down the side of his neck, and Junsu groans softly, “I think you’ll want to see.”
“Yeah?” Hyukjae sits back on his heels, smile white, wide, eyes half-lidded, and Junsu drinks in the sight, trails fingers down his side.
“God, Hyuk”, Junsu breathes when Hyukjae rolls his hips into his. “Would it hurt you to let a man sleep?” Junsu’s fingers tighten on Hyukjae’s hip when Hyukjae laughs, low, amused, when he doesn’t stop moving. “Fifteen minutes”, he manages to gasp out around the roaring in his ears, almost regretting it when Hyukjae shrugs and moves off of him.
“Suit yourself”, the curve of his lips over his shoulder entirely too suggestive, and Junsu barely has time to register it’s his jeans Hyukjae has on (slightly loose and hanging low on his hips) before Hyukjae is gone.
He’s barely sunk back down onto the pillows before he hears the sounds from the next room. It takes him approximately half a minute for his brain to catch up and propel him out the door, only pausing slightly to kick the pile of clothes on the floor out of his way.
Who is he trying to fool, really? Kim Junsu’s never been one to pass up a good show.
And a good show it is, he notes idly from the open doorway, Hyukjae’s lips wrapped around Donghae and Donghae’s fingers tangled in Hyukjae’s hair, head tilted and eyes closed, full lips parted slightly. “Hyuk”, Donghae groans, and Junsu shudders, “Hyukjae, oh god, Hyukjae-”
Damn Hyukjae and his ideas, and damn Donghae for choosing that moment to open his eyes. Junsu can feel himself flushing like a child caught with his hand in the candy stash, only worse, fingers already wrapped firmly around his achingly hard cock. Donghae catches his gaze and grins, feral; arches his back beautifully, mouth open in an unvoiced moan, and it’s Junsu who makes a sound, faint, faint, soft, loud enough for Hyukjae to stop and still, to lift his head and turn, ignoring Donghae’s urgent mewls of protest.
“Hello, there”, Hyukjae says, the only words he has time to get out before Junsu is on him. Junsu thinks he can taste Donghae on Hyukjae’s tongue, bitter, slightly salty; gasps when Hyukjae pushes him unceremoniously onto the sheets.
“Hey.” Donghae’s smile is warm, warm, warm, and Junsu kisses him to ease the slow burn in his lower belly. Donghae is sweet, hot, and so fucking good- He doesn’t protest when Donghae moves to press his shoulders into the mattress; only breaks away when he hears Hyukjae hiss softly through his teeth.
“God, don’t stop”, Hyukjae’s back is to the headboard, hand stroking, stroking, and Donghae laughs softly.
“He woke me up”, Junsu confides, pouts slightly; is rewarded when Donghae presses kisses into the line of his jaw, wet and open-mouthed.
“Somebody needs to teach Hyuk a lesson for being such a fucking slut”, Donghae says into his ear, eyes sparkling with barely suppressed mirth when he leans back.
Junsu’s answering grin is bright, bright, blinding. “Sounds like a plan.”
Pairing: Junsu/Hyukjae, Hyukjae/Donghae, Junsu/Hyukjae/Donghae
Rating: R
AHAHAHA. Sequel to sugarless_666's they'd tell it all which was a sequel to halcyon_morn's If Walls Could Talk. Ahaha. Clearly we are all on crack.
“Go away, Hyuk”, Junsu mumbles when Hyukjae lets the air of his exhaled breaths fan across bare skin. He cracks an eye open blearily when Hyukjae doesn’t let up, when Hyukjae decides to add his deliciously talented tongue to the mix.
“There’s something”, Hyukjae’s teeth now scraping bluntly down the side of his neck, and Junsu groans softly, “I think you’ll want to see.”
“Yeah?” Hyukjae sits back on his heels, smile white, wide, eyes half-lidded, and Junsu drinks in the sight, trails fingers down his side.
“God, Hyuk”, Junsu breathes when Hyukjae rolls his hips into his. “Would it hurt you to let a man sleep?” Junsu’s fingers tighten on Hyukjae’s hip when Hyukjae laughs, low, amused, when he doesn’t stop moving. “Fifteen minutes”, he manages to gasp out around the roaring in his ears, almost regretting it when Hyukjae shrugs and moves off of him.
“Suit yourself”, the curve of his lips over his shoulder entirely too suggestive, and Junsu barely has time to register it’s his jeans Hyukjae has on (slightly loose and hanging low on his hips) before Hyukjae is gone.
He’s barely sunk back down onto the pillows before he hears the sounds from the next room. It takes him approximately half a minute for his brain to catch up and propel him out the door, only pausing slightly to kick the pile of clothes on the floor out of his way.
Who is he trying to fool, really? Kim Junsu’s never been one to pass up a good show.
And a good show it is, he notes idly from the open doorway, Hyukjae’s lips wrapped around Donghae and Donghae’s fingers tangled in Hyukjae’s hair, head tilted and eyes closed, full lips parted slightly. “Hyuk”, Donghae groans, and Junsu shudders, “Hyukjae, oh god, Hyukjae-”
Damn Hyukjae and his ideas, and damn Donghae for choosing that moment to open his eyes. Junsu can feel himself flushing like a child caught with his hand in the candy stash, only worse, fingers already wrapped firmly around his achingly hard cock. Donghae catches his gaze and grins, feral; arches his back beautifully, mouth open in an unvoiced moan, and it’s Junsu who makes a sound, faint, faint, soft, loud enough for Hyukjae to stop and still, to lift his head and turn, ignoring Donghae’s urgent mewls of protest.
“Hello, there”, Hyukjae says, the only words he has time to get out before Junsu is on him. Junsu thinks he can taste Donghae on Hyukjae’s tongue, bitter, slightly salty; gasps when Hyukjae pushes him unceremoniously onto the sheets.
“Hey.” Donghae’s smile is warm, warm, warm, and Junsu kisses him to ease the slow burn in his lower belly. Donghae is sweet, hot, and so fucking good- He doesn’t protest when Donghae moves to press his shoulders into the mattress; only breaks away when he hears Hyukjae hiss softly through his teeth.
“God, don’t stop”, Hyukjae’s back is to the headboard, hand stroking, stroking, and Donghae laughs softly.
“He woke me up”, Junsu confides, pouts slightly; is rewarded when Donghae presses kisses into the line of his jaw, wet and open-mouthed.
“Somebody needs to teach Hyuk a lesson for being such a fucking slut”, Donghae says into his ear, eyes sparkling with barely suppressed mirth when he leans back.
Junsu’s answering grin is bright, bright, blinding. “Sounds like a plan.”