Take You Down
Title: Take You Down
Pairing: Junsu/Junho
Rating: NC-17
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Junsu should have been paying attention to the choreography. But with the way Junho's body was moving to the music, those exaggerated hip movements and the way his tongue poked out of his mouth, Junsu was staring at Junho's reflection instead of his own. Who the hell taught that kid to do a body roll like that, in the first place? Dear God what did Jay Park teach Junho before he left?
And so, because of the distraction of watching Junho's body roll in that tight white-tee and those form-fitting jeans, Junsu was lagging on a few steps during the recording. And fuck, those pelvic thrusts -- he knew they were taking the choreography direct from Usher but for God's sake, hip thrusts should be banned from all dancing, everywhere. At least, Junho's hip thrusts. Or at least Junsu would like them in private. Preferably with the younger being naked. And on top of him. Or something.
No one during the recording said anything about Junsu's slip-ups, because Wooyoung had a few blips himself.
At one point, Junsu's worst mistake was a time lag, when the boys got down on the floor and slid their legs around to put them on their chests, to stand back up and go into the next move. It was one of the parts Junsu had been executing quite well, until during the recording, when Junho's shirt lifted up and the band of his underwear beneath was visible.
Junsu had to mentally shake himself and forcibly remember the dance moves in order to keep from jumping on his better half.
For the most part he'd gotten his head back in the game, focusing on himself in the mirror instead of Junho - or even Chansung, because the maknae was impossibly good at those hip thrusts - and when the music changed he got a bit more into the beat, liking the radical hip hop as opposed to the R&B.
His crumping was a bit awkward, but with the five boys doing it together it wasn't too bad. The bridge to the song started and the boys mimicked the stripping that they were going to do on stage; Junsu lifted his sweat shirt up to let some air flow through, cooling his arms and his chest, but he glanced over out of the corner of his eye and saw Junho practically taking his shirt off and wriggling. Body overheating, Junsu regrettably tugged the sweatshirt back down as they turned around to continue the dance, his and Junho's duet taking center stage.
Their moves mirrored each other perfectly, even with the slight difference in height and the fact that Junho seemed to have boundless amounts of energy when everyone else was nearly drained. As it were, Junsu was trying not to pay attention to the words of the song - he knew that it was probably only him and Taecyeon that really understood what the song was about and what the rappers were saying - as the routine pushed forward.
And finally, the climax of the dance had arrived. Pitbull's voice rang out in Spanish and the boys' hips were moving double time, pelvises pushing their limits. Compared to Junho and Chansung (especially Chansung, seriously, who was corrupting the maknae?) and their mesmerizing thrusts, Taecyeon, Wooyoung and Junsu's movements looked a bit on the pathetic side. But as they crumped for the last time and moved in closer together, Junsu had never been more thankful for the ending of a dance practice.
Taecyeon and Chansung walked over to the couch, Chansung grabbing his sweater and both of them grabbing their water bottles, greedily taking drinks. Wooyoung joined them and grabbed his own water and the three of them started out the door, probably assuming that the Jun Brothers would follow them. The person holding the camera followed after the boys and door shut behind them, Junsu finally taking off his sweat shirt, pulling his tank top away from his body repeatedly to get a breeze as he let out a breath.
Turning around to flop onto the couch, Junsu watched as Junho moved towards the CD player and switched the discs, Junsu arching a brow. Was Junho really going to keep practicing after that work out? They had done worse back-to-backs in their day but really, after the recording they were supposed to go and relax.
The electronic beat of Chris Brown's song came on, the song that Junho had been obsessing over ever since Junsu let him listen to it, and the older man blinked as Junho started to glide over the floor, popping in the right places. The younger had premiered his dance on Strong Heart, in an effort to gain more attention, but Junsu had always wondered why Junho didn't think he was popular. Every member in 2PM was more popular than Junsu by about a tenfold. But that wasn't something the vocalist liked to linger on. Instead, he finally let his eyes devour Junho's body - his arms, his pecs, his abs under that thin cotton tee, and most importantly, that ass.
Junho knew Junsu was still in the room, that much was apparent, but he was oblivious to the holes being burned into his behind. He popped, he slid, he glided, he c-walked and he did a few acrobatics, and finally when his little segment was over, Junho let out a breath and grabbed a towel from the floor, wiping his face and his head to get rid of the sweat.
To Junsu, there was nothing sexier than a body dripping with sweat and exhausted from exertion. The fact that it was Junho's body was just amplifying those things. Junsu stayed in his position on the couch, his eyes observing every minute movement of the younger male, absorbing everything and committing it to memory.
Junho turned around and gave Junsu a heart-melting eye-smile, and Junsu offered a shy one in return. His hormones were raging and boiling inside of him but God damn it, he couldn't express outwardly what he was feeling on the inside. What he felt was animal-like, it was beastly and it was violent and it was thrashing at the cage he'd locked it behind -- but as Junho stepped closer, a slight sashay to his hips, Junsu was starting to dangle the proverbial key in front of the beast raging inside of him.
"Hyung, why didn't you leave with the others?" Junho asked, coming to a halt half a foot away from Junsu. He slung the towel around his neck and held onto either end of it, tilting his head curiously. "I'm just going to be working on dances for a while, it's boring. You should go home."
Really, Junho's kindness was overwhelming and appreciated... in every other moment of Junsu's life other than this exact one. Junsu's body temperature spiked as Junho leaned down a bit to get a better look at his hyung's face; the raging hormones were at a critical level now, and the older boy was mentally screaming at Junho to get away from him, go far, far away, before Junsu broke down and --
"Aish, so hot!"
-- ... Junsu watched in a mixture of horror and amazement and utter, undeniable want as Junho lifted his shirt for the second time that evening, only this time it came completely off and he tossed it onto the couch.
And that was really all it took. In the next second, Junsu's hands shot out to grab Junho's hips, pulling the younger man onto his lap, those strong thighs straddling Junsu's legs and that ass resting over his now fully erect cock, Junho gasping in shock and getting ready to protest, before everything was silenced and muffled by Junsu's lips dominating over him.
For a second, Junho was frozen; in the next he resisted, but as Junsu's tongue slid into his mouth Junho let out a moan that shot straight to Junsu's dick. Soon the younger of the pair had his arms winding around Junsu's neck, and as his tongue met the taller man's, all resolve was lost.
Clothes were lost in record time, and Junsu had never felt anything like this, never experienced anything like this, and he knew Junho was equally as inexperienced, but it seemed to not matter as Junsu laid his dongsaeng down on the couch, settling between his legs. Junsu's hand gripped one of Junho's ass cheeks and gave a squeeze, the younger male letting out a hiss and a grunt as his hand went to Junsu's nape, pulling the man down for a bruising kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance but the war was lost when Junho's back arched and his body rolled, Junsu's body almost becoming slack due to his brain malfunctioning.
"Fuck, Junho."
As they continued to kiss and grope blindly, the back of Junsu's mind sent up a red flag, the word 'LUBE' flashing across it violently. He cracked his eyes open to search around the practice room desperate, for anything that would make a good substitute; he spotted some lotion on the floor by Junho's bag, and Junsu gave a quick kiss to the younger before departing from that hot, sinful body and grabbing the bottle. He returned in a flash, hooking one of Junho's legs over his shoulder and glancing up into the younger one's face for any sign of rebuke. There was none, Junho's eyes clouded with lust and his lips parted and his expression completely wanton - how they went from being Jun Brothers to Jun Lovers neither wanted to know, or dwell on. Their touches were electric and their flesh was sizzling from the contact, their minds quickly becoming drunk on the sudden passion they were sharing.
Junsu carefully coated his fingers and ran them along the crevice of Junho's ass, that wonderful, perfect ass that just begged to be squeezed and bitten and worshiped in every way possible - ways that Junsu was overlooking, the sudden need and want growing in his belly impossible to ignore, ways that would be saved for a later time, if Junho would have it.
The younger writhed, his lips baring his teeth as his hands gripped at Junsu's biceps. The older man was watching his expression carefully, the need to be inside of Junho not overriding his need to protect the youth; his finger slipped into the tight, wet heat and Junho keened, back arching, eyes closing as the digit disappeared into his body. Junsu bit his lip and tried to keep his animalistic needs under control, but as he added a second and third finger and Junho's body broke out in a sweat, one of his hands gripping the back of the sofa and the other holding onto Junsu's bicep in a vice grip, Junsu found himself unable to hold back.
He coated his erection and pressed the tip against the stretched opening, bending at the waist to attach his mouth to Junho's neck. He pushed in slowly, so slowly, feeling every centimeter of hot tightness that was enveloping his cock, squeezing and pulling him in and pushing him out all at once. It was like the theory of an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object, but Junsu kept pushing and panting and grunting until he was finally buried to the hilt. One hand caressed Junho's hip and the other tangled in ebony locks, gripping the hair tightly and forcing Junho's head to the side, exposing his pale neck for Junsu's lips to devour. At the same time his hips pulled back a fraction before slamming back in, the force of his thrust jarring the couch.
In the back of his mind, he made a note to channel this feeling, this intense burning in his loins, and direct it into his stage performance, and maybe he wouldn't look so pathetic next to Chansung and Junho.
Because the way that Junho cried out and arched his back, nails digging into Junsu's flesh so hard they drew blood, Junsu was sure that his hips weren't as inexperienced as he originally thought.
"Jun-- Su--!"
Junho's moans were broken and Junsu's heart beat was in a staccato, despite his pelvis making perfect tempo with the younger man's body. Perspiration dripped down the side of Junsu's face, mixing with the old sweat that had dried on his flesh from the practice. It all accumulated and trailed down his jaw, down his neck, mixing with the other sweat that was forming on his body before it all traveled downwards and caused a slick friction between the two rocking bodies. Though inexperienced, instincts won over in the end as Junsu bit down on Junho's collar bone, leaving a bright red mark behind, as his hand started to jerk the others' neglected arousal with frenzied pumps. The couch continued to screech along the wood floor as Junsu's pace increased, hips snapping in a way that he didn't think was possible of anyone, even Chansung, and finally Junho's body clenched around his cock as the younger came with a howl, the tightness of his clamping walls almost hurting Junsu as he released as well.
For a few moments they lay boneless, Junsu atop Junho as they tried to gather their breathing and calm down their hearts. Junsu pulled back and ran his fingers over the violent mark he had left behind, and Junho hissed with the sensitivity, but otherwise smiled as he sat up. The elder shifted off of Junho and grabbed the towel that Junho had been using previously to wipe his sweat, using it to clean up any evidence they might have left behind.
Junsu finished cleaning and glanced over at Junho, who was slumped against the back of the couch with his eyes closed. The lead vocalist bit his lip and wondered briefly if Junho would regret this, if this would change anything between them - aside from the obvious, of course. But as Junho glanced over and gave one of his infamous eye-smiles, reaching out to knuckle Junsu in the head playfully before he stood and started to pull his clothes on again, Junsu chuckled at his own idiocy before he stood to put on his clothes as well.
"Hyung," Junho started, as Junsu tied the draw string to his pants and glanced over with a raised brow. "Why don't you show the world your body? There's nothing to be shy about."
Junsu chuckled as he pulled on the black tank top, and then followed with the sweat shirt.
"It's not that I'm shy, Junho." He leaned over to kiss the side of Junho's head, before pulling back and winking. "I would just rather let someone indulge in my body privately."
"Pervert," Junho rolled his eyes and shoved Junsu, before the pair left the practice room, arms slung around each others' waist.
The lights shut off and the door shut behind them, but the red blinking light of a video camera prevailed; and, later on in the night, a wail would be heard all over the globe and across the ocean, Jay Park would be holding the phone a foot away from his ear as Taecyeon cried about the latest scandal that would happen if JunBromance was indeed real, and that Jay Park should come back because with no leader, there was chaos within the group, and God damn it Junsu needed to show off his body so the Coldests would turn into Hottests again!
Jay Park would sigh, shake his head, and tell Taecyeon to burn that tape.
After all, Jay Park almost felt bad for teaching Junho how to do a proper body roll and hip thrust.
... Almost.
Pairing: Junsu/Junho
Rating: NC-17
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Junsu should have been paying attention to the choreography. But with the way Junho's body was moving to the music, those exaggerated hip movements and the way his tongue poked out of his mouth, Junsu was staring at Junho's reflection instead of his own. Who the hell taught that kid to do a body roll like that, in the first place? Dear God what did Jay Park teach Junho before he left?
And so, because of the distraction of watching Junho's body roll in that tight white-tee and those form-fitting jeans, Junsu was lagging on a few steps during the recording. And fuck, those pelvic thrusts -- he knew they were taking the choreography direct from Usher but for God's sake, hip thrusts should be banned from all dancing, everywhere. At least, Junho's hip thrusts. Or at least Junsu would like them in private. Preferably with the younger being naked. And on top of him. Or something.
No one during the recording said anything about Junsu's slip-ups, because Wooyoung had a few blips himself.
At one point, Junsu's worst mistake was a time lag, when the boys got down on the floor and slid their legs around to put them on their chests, to stand back up and go into the next move. It was one of the parts Junsu had been executing quite well, until during the recording, when Junho's shirt lifted up and the band of his underwear beneath was visible.
Junsu had to mentally shake himself and forcibly remember the dance moves in order to keep from jumping on his better half.
For the most part he'd gotten his head back in the game, focusing on himself in the mirror instead of Junho - or even Chansung, because the maknae was impossibly good at those hip thrusts - and when the music changed he got a bit more into the beat, liking the radical hip hop as opposed to the R&B.
His crumping was a bit awkward, but with the five boys doing it together it wasn't too bad. The bridge to the song started and the boys mimicked the stripping that they were going to do on stage; Junsu lifted his sweat shirt up to let some air flow through, cooling his arms and his chest, but he glanced over out of the corner of his eye and saw Junho practically taking his shirt off and wriggling. Body overheating, Junsu regrettably tugged the sweatshirt back down as they turned around to continue the dance, his and Junho's duet taking center stage.
Their moves mirrored each other perfectly, even with the slight difference in height and the fact that Junho seemed to have boundless amounts of energy when everyone else was nearly drained. As it were, Junsu was trying not to pay attention to the words of the song - he knew that it was probably only him and Taecyeon that really understood what the song was about and what the rappers were saying - as the routine pushed forward.
And finally, the climax of the dance had arrived. Pitbull's voice rang out in Spanish and the boys' hips were moving double time, pelvises pushing their limits. Compared to Junho and Chansung (especially Chansung, seriously, who was corrupting the maknae?) and their mesmerizing thrusts, Taecyeon, Wooyoung and Junsu's movements looked a bit on the pathetic side. But as they crumped for the last time and moved in closer together, Junsu had never been more thankful for the ending of a dance practice.
Taecyeon and Chansung walked over to the couch, Chansung grabbing his sweater and both of them grabbing their water bottles, greedily taking drinks. Wooyoung joined them and grabbed his own water and the three of them started out the door, probably assuming that the Jun Brothers would follow them. The person holding the camera followed after the boys and door shut behind them, Junsu finally taking off his sweat shirt, pulling his tank top away from his body repeatedly to get a breeze as he let out a breath.
Turning around to flop onto the couch, Junsu watched as Junho moved towards the CD player and switched the discs, Junsu arching a brow. Was Junho really going to keep practicing after that work out? They had done worse back-to-backs in their day but really, after the recording they were supposed to go and relax.
The electronic beat of Chris Brown's song came on, the song that Junho had been obsessing over ever since Junsu let him listen to it, and the older man blinked as Junho started to glide over the floor, popping in the right places. The younger had premiered his dance on Strong Heart, in an effort to gain more attention, but Junsu had always wondered why Junho didn't think he was popular. Every member in 2PM was more popular than Junsu by about a tenfold. But that wasn't something the vocalist liked to linger on. Instead, he finally let his eyes devour Junho's body - his arms, his pecs, his abs under that thin cotton tee, and most importantly, that ass.
Junho knew Junsu was still in the room, that much was apparent, but he was oblivious to the holes being burned into his behind. He popped, he slid, he glided, he c-walked and he did a few acrobatics, and finally when his little segment was over, Junho let out a breath and grabbed a towel from the floor, wiping his face and his head to get rid of the sweat.
To Junsu, there was nothing sexier than a body dripping with sweat and exhausted from exertion. The fact that it was Junho's body was just amplifying those things. Junsu stayed in his position on the couch, his eyes observing every minute movement of the younger male, absorbing everything and committing it to memory.
Junho turned around and gave Junsu a heart-melting eye-smile, and Junsu offered a shy one in return. His hormones were raging and boiling inside of him but God damn it, he couldn't express outwardly what he was feeling on the inside. What he felt was animal-like, it was beastly and it was violent and it was thrashing at the cage he'd locked it behind -- but as Junho stepped closer, a slight sashay to his hips, Junsu was starting to dangle the proverbial key in front of the beast raging inside of him.
"Hyung, why didn't you leave with the others?" Junho asked, coming to a halt half a foot away from Junsu. He slung the towel around his neck and held onto either end of it, tilting his head curiously. "I'm just going to be working on dances for a while, it's boring. You should go home."
Really, Junho's kindness was overwhelming and appreciated... in every other moment of Junsu's life other than this exact one. Junsu's body temperature spiked as Junho leaned down a bit to get a better look at his hyung's face; the raging hormones were at a critical level now, and the older boy was mentally screaming at Junho to get away from him, go far, far away, before Junsu broke down and --
"Aish, so hot!"
-- ... Junsu watched in a mixture of horror and amazement and utter, undeniable want as Junho lifted his shirt for the second time that evening, only this time it came completely off and he tossed it onto the couch.
And that was really all it took. In the next second, Junsu's hands shot out to grab Junho's hips, pulling the younger man onto his lap, those strong thighs straddling Junsu's legs and that ass resting over his now fully erect cock, Junho gasping in shock and getting ready to protest, before everything was silenced and muffled by Junsu's lips dominating over him.
For a second, Junho was frozen; in the next he resisted, but as Junsu's tongue slid into his mouth Junho let out a moan that shot straight to Junsu's dick. Soon the younger of the pair had his arms winding around Junsu's neck, and as his tongue met the taller man's, all resolve was lost.
Clothes were lost in record time, and Junsu had never felt anything like this, never experienced anything like this, and he knew Junho was equally as inexperienced, but it seemed to not matter as Junsu laid his dongsaeng down on the couch, settling between his legs. Junsu's hand gripped one of Junho's ass cheeks and gave a squeeze, the younger male letting out a hiss and a grunt as his hand went to Junsu's nape, pulling the man down for a bruising kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance but the war was lost when Junho's back arched and his body rolled, Junsu's body almost becoming slack due to his brain malfunctioning.
"Fuck, Junho."
As they continued to kiss and grope blindly, the back of Junsu's mind sent up a red flag, the word 'LUBE' flashing across it violently. He cracked his eyes open to search around the practice room desperate, for anything that would make a good substitute; he spotted some lotion on the floor by Junho's bag, and Junsu gave a quick kiss to the younger before departing from that hot, sinful body and grabbing the bottle. He returned in a flash, hooking one of Junho's legs over his shoulder and glancing up into the younger one's face for any sign of rebuke. There was none, Junho's eyes clouded with lust and his lips parted and his expression completely wanton - how they went from being Jun Brothers to Jun Lovers neither wanted to know, or dwell on. Their touches were electric and their flesh was sizzling from the contact, their minds quickly becoming drunk on the sudden passion they were sharing.
Junsu carefully coated his fingers and ran them along the crevice of Junho's ass, that wonderful, perfect ass that just begged to be squeezed and bitten and worshiped in every way possible - ways that Junsu was overlooking, the sudden need and want growing in his belly impossible to ignore, ways that would be saved for a later time, if Junho would have it.
The younger writhed, his lips baring his teeth as his hands gripped at Junsu's biceps. The older man was watching his expression carefully, the need to be inside of Junho not overriding his need to protect the youth; his finger slipped into the tight, wet heat and Junho keened, back arching, eyes closing as the digit disappeared into his body. Junsu bit his lip and tried to keep his animalistic needs under control, but as he added a second and third finger and Junho's body broke out in a sweat, one of his hands gripping the back of the sofa and the other holding onto Junsu's bicep in a vice grip, Junsu found himself unable to hold back.
He coated his erection and pressed the tip against the stretched opening, bending at the waist to attach his mouth to Junho's neck. He pushed in slowly, so slowly, feeling every centimeter of hot tightness that was enveloping his cock, squeezing and pulling him in and pushing him out all at once. It was like the theory of an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object, but Junsu kept pushing and panting and grunting until he was finally buried to the hilt. One hand caressed Junho's hip and the other tangled in ebony locks, gripping the hair tightly and forcing Junho's head to the side, exposing his pale neck for Junsu's lips to devour. At the same time his hips pulled back a fraction before slamming back in, the force of his thrust jarring the couch.
In the back of his mind, he made a note to channel this feeling, this intense burning in his loins, and direct it into his stage performance, and maybe he wouldn't look so pathetic next to Chansung and Junho.
Because the way that Junho cried out and arched his back, nails digging into Junsu's flesh so hard they drew blood, Junsu was sure that his hips weren't as inexperienced as he originally thought.
"Jun-- Su--!"
Junho's moans were broken and Junsu's heart beat was in a staccato, despite his pelvis making perfect tempo with the younger man's body. Perspiration dripped down the side of Junsu's face, mixing with the old sweat that had dried on his flesh from the practice. It all accumulated and trailed down his jaw, down his neck, mixing with the other sweat that was forming on his body before it all traveled downwards and caused a slick friction between the two rocking bodies. Though inexperienced, instincts won over in the end as Junsu bit down on Junho's collar bone, leaving a bright red mark behind, as his hand started to jerk the others' neglected arousal with frenzied pumps. The couch continued to screech along the wood floor as Junsu's pace increased, hips snapping in a way that he didn't think was possible of anyone, even Chansung, and finally Junho's body clenched around his cock as the younger came with a howl, the tightness of his clamping walls almost hurting Junsu as he released as well.
For a few moments they lay boneless, Junsu atop Junho as they tried to gather their breathing and calm down their hearts. Junsu pulled back and ran his fingers over the violent mark he had left behind, and Junho hissed with the sensitivity, but otherwise smiled as he sat up. The elder shifted off of Junho and grabbed the towel that Junho had been using previously to wipe his sweat, using it to clean up any evidence they might have left behind.
Junsu finished cleaning and glanced over at Junho, who was slumped against the back of the couch with his eyes closed. The lead vocalist bit his lip and wondered briefly if Junho would regret this, if this would change anything between them - aside from the obvious, of course. But as Junho glanced over and gave one of his infamous eye-smiles, reaching out to knuckle Junsu in the head playfully before he stood and started to pull his clothes on again, Junsu chuckled at his own idiocy before he stood to put on his clothes as well.
"Hyung," Junho started, as Junsu tied the draw string to his pants and glanced over with a raised brow. "Why don't you show the world your body? There's nothing to be shy about."
Junsu chuckled as he pulled on the black tank top, and then followed with the sweat shirt.
"It's not that I'm shy, Junho." He leaned over to kiss the side of Junho's head, before pulling back and winking. "I would just rather let someone indulge in my body privately."
"Pervert," Junho rolled his eyes and shoved Junsu, before the pair left the practice room, arms slung around each others' waist.
The lights shut off and the door shut behind them, but the red blinking light of a video camera prevailed; and, later on in the night, a wail would be heard all over the globe and across the ocean, Jay Park would be holding the phone a foot away from his ear as Taecyeon cried about the latest scandal that would happen if JunBromance was indeed real, and that Jay Park should come back because with no leader, there was chaos within the group, and God damn it Junsu needed to show off his body so the Coldests would turn into Hottests again!
Jay Park would sigh, shake his head, and tell Taecyeon to burn that tape.
After all, Jay Park almost felt bad for teaching Junho how to do a proper body roll and hip thrust.
... Almost.