Asshole
Title: Asshole
Pairing: Wooyoung/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu has always felt strongly for Wooyoung, but with Khun in the picture he kept his distance, being the good hyung and helping Wooyoung out when he needed it most. But who's to say that when Khun is out of the picture, who's to say that Junsu can't take advantage of the situation?
A/N: There is a serious lack of NC-17 stuff in inorae and I'm here to fix that. 8]
Also if this seems a bit disjointed in the middle it's because I suddenly has inspiration to change the flow of the story so... yeah. Don't brick me.
Partly inspired by this picture. 8]
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Junsu couldn’t help it. He really couldn’t. And he felt bad, for sure, that he harbored feelings for his dongsaeng when he was already taken… by another member, no less. But that didn’t stop the fantasies that plagued Junsu’s mind at night when the thought about those chubby cheeks hollowing out as his lips surrounded his cock and -
Shaking his head, Junsu thunked his head against the back of the couch as he rubbed the heels of his palms into his eyes. He needed to stop thinking about Wooyoung in that manner, otherwise their impromptu wrestling sessions were going to turn out… bad. Just, bad.
But it wasn’t just the fact that he was physically attracted to Wooyoung. Wooyoung often confided in Junsu when he felt like no one else would care or listen, even Nichkhun, and Junsu knew that he held some of the boy’s deepest, darkest secrets. He was alright with that, too. Somewhere along the line - when Wooyoung slept in his bed for a week when Jay left, and when he wasn’t sure just how to confess to Nichkhun - somewhere along the line… Junsu had fallen for the dancer.
Tonight, though, Junsu’s feelings were finally apparent as worry settled deep in his gut.
Wooyoung had been absent for the better part of the day, and no one knew where he was. What’s worse, even Nichkhun seemed to be clueless as to the man’s whereabouts. So as the group’s hyung, and because of his own growing worry, Junsu took it upon himself to go out and find Wooyoung.
Donning a hoodie and zipping it up, he excused himself from the dorm and headed out into the light Spring drizzle of the evening. Wooyoung wasn’t in the dorm and that was apparent, so he could be in the practice room at the JYPE building or in that park that he liked to go to and swing. Jogging down the steps and reaching the bottom, he first set out for the park, since it was closer.
And true to his suspicious, Wooyoung was sitting on a swing, a bit hunched over with his features hidden by the hoodie he had drawn up over his head. Junsu slowed down his approach, but as he got closer he saw Wooyoung’s face was dry, save for two wet trails on either of those ang-ang cheeks. Biting the inside of his cheek, he hesitated for a moment before he took up residence on the swing next to Wooyoung, not even offering a greeting, but making his presence known.
If Wooyoung wanted to talk, he’d talk.
“Hyung…”
Ah, that was sooner than expected.
Junsu glanced over to Wooyoung, whose eyes were still downcast to the sodden ground beneath their feet.
“Am I… Can you stand to be around me?”
The question was random but Junsu assumed that Wooyoung and Nichkhun had a fight, and that was why Wooyoung had disappeared and Khun didn’t seem to give a damn.
But instead of answering, because Junsu knew it was a rhetoric question, the vocalist stayed quiet and instead pushed off of the ground, just barely swaying on the swing.
“I…” Wooyoung’s voice sounded strained and it cracked, and Junsu felt his heart clench. “I didn’t think I was such a horrible person, and you--” he stopped, and Junsu knew he was licking his lips in the way he did when he was thinking way too hard.
“Wooyoung ah,” Junsu finally spoke and when Wooyoung turned to look at him, the vocalist had never seen such pain on the younger’s face. Not since Jaebeom left them. And it absolutely broke Junsu’s heart.
So… Nichkhun must have ended things with Wooyoung.
“You’re such an asshole, hyung.”
The comment was soft but there was a bit of venom behind it, and Junsu’s eyes widened as his back straightened. Him? An asshole? He wasn’t the one that broke up with Wooyoung, Khun was.
“I-”
“I needed you… and you weren’t there…”
Junsu supposed Wooyoung was talking about earlier, when he was holed up in his room with the door locked, the stern warning of ‘don’t interrupt me while I’m writing these lyrics or so help me God’. But for this, Junsu would have unlocked his door, he would have let Wooyoung in, lyrics and songs be damned.
“You were there all the times when I didn’t need you and… now that I need you-” he hiccupped “- you’re… not there…” his voice dropped and he whispered. “You asshole…”
He wasn’t sure what compelled him to do so; whether it was Wooyoung’s tears, the way his voice quivered, or the fact that he wanted to prove to Wooyoung that he wasn’t an asshole, he didn’t know but he got off of his swing and kneeled down in front of the younger man, tilting his chin up so that their eyes could meet. Wooyoung’s eyes were puffy and red and the tears were mingling with the bits of rain that were soaking through his drenched hoodie, and overall the dancer looked pathetic.
“Wooyoung ah,” Junsu said, trying to collect his thoughts. How could he express on paper with a pen, on his keyboard with his fingers, all of his thoughts but in this moment he couldn’t express to Wooyoung just what he was feeling? How was that even possible?
Regret, sorrow, sadness that he hadn’t been there for Wooyoung when he said he would always be there. Contempt at Nichkhun for hurting Wooyoung like this. Anger with himself that he could even allow this to happen.
Not sure what else to do, Junsu stood up and wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller boy’s body, Wooyoung’s head resting on his chest as he embraced the trembling boy. He expected retaliation, but the dancer’s arms wound around his middle and he all but clutched onto Junsu for dear life, letting out the sobs that he had been holding in. Junsu did his duty, holding Wooyoung like he needed to be held, cooing and shushing him gently, whispering that he’d always be there for Wooyoung like he had always been, how he could be an idiot sometimes but in the end he would always be by Wooyoung’s side, ever since the beginning.
They both stood like that in the rain that evening, getting soaked to the bone but mutually feeling a bit warm on the inside with Junsu’s reassuring words and Wooyoungs cries getting carried away on the wind, passed off into nothingness to be forgotten and make way for better feelings to replace them.
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Hours later Junsu and Wooyoung trudged back towards the dorm, Wooyoung completely drained and cried out, Junsu feeling water-logged and heavy with the burden of worrying over his dongsaeng. They stepped over the threshold and everyone cast worried glances at them; Junsu waved a hand and mouthed ‘it’s alright’ as he helped Wooyoung take off his shoes and then removed his own.
Everyone started shuffling off to bed - he assumed that they had been waiting to make sure the pair was safe before they did so - and Junsu helped Wooyoung to the living room.
“No, hyung,” Wooyoung pleaded, still sopping wet as he tugged on Junsu’s equally damp sleeve, sending water droplets to the floor to add to the puddles they were creating on the hard wood.
Junsu almost wanted to ask what Wooyoung wanted, but then got the hint as Chansung nodded his head and pat Wooyoung on the back before taking up the couch with his long body. Ah, well then. Junsu resisted the urge to sigh because he didn’t want to send the wrong message - he had to clean up this mess as the groups’ ultimate hyung, after all.
He lead Wooyoung to his room and Taecyeon glanced up from his laptop, before gathering up said object and the cords, giving Wooyoung a crooked, toothy smile before he joined Chansung out in the living room, leaving Junsu and Wooyoung in the room by themselves.
”Let’s get you out of these clothes before you get sick,” Junsu said, unzipping Wooyoung’s hoodie and working it off slim shoulders.
Wooyoung knocked his hands away and Junsu wanted to know if he did anything wrong, but when he opened his mouth to ask he was interrupted as Wooyoung’s lips covered his own. Initially confused, Wooyoung pressed up against him and Junsu pushed as gently as he could, breaking their lip lock.
“Woo-”
“Junsu.”
Hearing his name without any sort of suffix at the end, coming out in a completely familiar manner, and seeing Wooyoung’s eyes, no longer clouded with sadness and regret but filled with a renewed determination, Junsu shut his mouth with any protests he was about to spout.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
Wooyoung and Junsu messed around a lot, they teased each other and occasionally got in wrestling matches but it was never anything more or less. Wooyoung would whine and call him an asshole and Junsu would merely smile and respond with…
“You like it.”
The dancer smashed their lips together again, grabbing Junsu by the collar of his damp sweater, water squeezing out of the fabric and dripping down his hands and wrists and down to his elbows as Junsu backed up and Wooyoung followed. Junsu fell back on the bed and Wooyoung promptly got atop him, their kisses hot and messy and in the back of his mind Junsu couldn’t help but wonder how Wooyoung and Nichkhun kissed.
That thought was shoved out of his mind as Wooyoung’s lips trailed over his jaw and up to his earlobe, the dancer rocking his body against Junsu’s, the older man hissing through his teeth and gripping Wooyoung’s hips.
“Fuck,” Junsu panted out, and he could feel the smirk against his skin as Wooyoung slithered down his body, divesting him of his clothes in such a smooth manner that Junsu didn’t even notice he was half naked until Wooyoung’s damp hair slid across his nipple and gooosebumps erupted over his skin.
Wooyoung’s fingers worked on his buckles and the sound of the metal sliding over each other, clinking and clanking, for some reason made Junsu think of Nichkhun, in the next room, probably asleep by now. Did he feel guilty? Why did he break up with Wooyoung? Would he be angry if he found out that Wooyoung looked to be enjoying the fact that Junsu’s length fit nicely in his hand, hot and heavy with arousal, would he be angry that Junsu dropped his head back and whispered the dancer’s name sinuously low on his tongue?
It didn’t matter, now. Nichkhun had thrown an amazing person away and Junsu was ready to pick up the broken pieces.
He was sure there was a more… appropriate way to pick up those pieces but right now he was too distracted by Wooyoung’s tongue doing horribly wonderful things to the tip of his cock. His long fingers threaded through Wooyoung’s short hair, and he briefly wished it was at the length it was during their Heartbeat days because that would be a lot more satisfying to grip on to. But even so he still had a grip and Wooyoung didn’t seem to mind the way that Junsu’s hips bucked up into his mouth, craving more of that tight, wet heat that was sucking him further and further into the fantasy that was Wooyoung.
Heat started to pool in Junsu’s groin and his abdomen flexed and tensed with the intense feelings, and he cupped a hand beneath Wooyoung’s chin to pull him up and away from his throbbing dick. Not looking confused at all, Wooyoung merely smiled and pulled Junsu’s pants and boxers the rest of the way off of his body, tossing them onto the growing pile of damp clothes that was surely going to cause a problem later when Junsu needed to clean.
Junsu was fully naked now and he wasn’t sure when Wooyoung lost his shirt, but his fingers moved to the other’s pants to undo them and slide them down slender hips, and Junsu took a second to marvel in the fact that while the rest of them spent hours on end in the gym, Wooyoung still wasn’t as muscly or broad as them, his body still almost on the petite side and the muscles not clearly defined. While some people teased Wooyoung about being ‘underdeveloped’ compared to the others, Junsu secretly loved it.
Wooyoung had the perfect body.
Was it really his for the taking, now?
Slowing down his movements, Junsu pushed Wooyoung to lie back on the bed as he kissed his way down the pale neck, sucking lightly on the protruding collarbone and leaving a red mark behind. His lips moved down further, encircling a nipple and lolling it around on his tongue, his teeth just barely scraping over it before giving the same treatment to its twin. Wooyoung gasped and arched off of the bed, tangling his fingers in Junsu’s hair, tugging on the locks lightly and the sharp pinpricks of pain in his scalp would have been annoying in any other circumstances but for now it was a gesure that only spurred Junsu to go on further.
His lips trailed down Wooyoung’s body to those hip bones that he sometimes dreamt about nibbling on, forgotten dreams that he pushed to the back of his mind so he could continue on with daily life. But his dreams were now reality as he slide Wooyoung’s pants off of his hips and shucked them aside, underwear as well - and dam, everything was soaked through from the rain - before he nuzzled the base of Wooyoung’s erection. The fingers in his hair tightened before they slid down his neck and touched his shoulders gently, one hand disappearing as Wooyoung propped himself up on one elbow so he could watch what his hyung was doing.
Being a bit embarrassed by Wooyoung’s sudden desire to watch him, Junsu pushed his shame aside and kissed the tip of Wooyoung’s cock. He’d never been this close to anyone’s cock before but he decided it wasn’t a bad thing, the scent musky and fresh from the damp clothes and the rain and the arousal and it was overall intoxicating. He licked a solid stripe from base to tip along the vein on the side, before he wrapped his lips around the tip and applied a light suction.
The keening whine that left Wooyoung’s lips was like liquid velvet on Junsu’s ears and he pulled away as he placed his hands beneath the dancer’s knees, pushing them up and spreading his legs as he settled better between them. He glanced around for a second, wondering what he could use as lube, and then remembered he had some in the bedside drawer.
Hey, idols get lonely too.
He reached out and flung open the drawer, knocking over the lamp that was on top of the stand, making a note to pick it up later before realizing that he really didn’t care, as he pulled out the lube and returned between Wooyoung’s legs. After a second of staring at the flushed, panting body beneath him, Junsu finally caved and slumped.
“I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Wooyoung smiled, the most tender expression he’d had on his face all night, before he reached up and hit Junsu lightly on the shoulder, his expression turning slightly sarcastic.
“Yah! You’re supposed to be the knowledgeable hyung here!”
“Agh-!” Junsu flinched and rubbed his arm, throwing Wooyoung a hurt expression. “It’s not like I’ve done this a million times before!”
“Yah, you calling me a slut?”
“Don’t take my words out of context!”
The two ended up wrestling, though it was more lighthearted than anything as Wooyoung pinned Junsu down to the bed, his expression shifting with mischief as he picked up the lube and waved it around.
“I know how to properly use this~”
“Wooyoung…” Junsu warned, but for some reason his strength left him a while ago as Wooyoung nudged his legs apart and slicked up his fingers. “You’re not gonna - Wooyoung ah!”
“Oh shut up asshole,” Wooyoung scoffed as he slicked a finger and pressed it against Junsu’s entrance gently.
Junsu tensed up, naturally, but Wooyoun’s free hand was rubbing up and down his thigh and it was sort of calming. He let out a breath and Wooyoung’s finger slipped inside and soon Junsu sucked that breath back in.
“Relax, Junsu, you’re just gonna make it worse,” Wooyoung reprimanded, but his actions belied his voice as he carefully worked his finger around, and Junsu dropped back against the bed to try and will away the burn that was starting to work its way up his spine.
Letting out a slow, slow breath, Junsu stared up at the ceiling for a second, before closing his eyes and deciding that no, he didn’t want to stare at chipping, white paint. So instead he stared at the backs of his eyelids and tried not to tense as he felt the second finger enter his body, and he wondered how Wooyoung even had the patience for this.
Opening his eyes, he glanced down at the dancer, who was focusing completely on his task. Blushing darkly at the fact that anyone was paying attention to that particular part of his body, Junsu threw his arm over his eyes and shut everything out, before suddenly white-hot pleasure jolted down his spine and numbed his toes.
“Ngh- fuck!”
Wooyoung chuckled in satisfaction and Junsu pulled the arm away from his eyes, which were wide open before clenching shut as another wave of pleasure ran its course through his body. His hips bucked up and he gripped at the sheets briefly, before he let out another low moan. He felt the two fingers moving inside of him and he was sure that a third was added, but the pleasure that was going through his system was overriding any sort of uncomfortable feelings he had been feeling before.
But all too soon the fingers were removed, and Junsu knew what was coming next; he reached down and grabbed Wooyoung’s shoulders, guiding the younger up towards his mouth, kissing the dancer a bit sloppily as he felt the blunt tip of Wooyoung’s erection pressing against his entrance. Of course his body recoiled on instinct, but Wooyoung pushed forward without much warning and Junsu hissed through his teeth, his fingers digging into the others’ shoulder blades as plain blossomed throughout his entire body.
Wooyoung stopped moving and Junsu could only assume that he was all the way in, but fuck it felt like a freight train had taken up residence in his backside and it most definitely was not pleasant. Wooyoung rocked his hips forward and Junsu winced, smoothing his hands over the dancer’s abused shoulders before wrapping his arms around the other completely, their chests pressed together as he buried his face in Junsu’s neck. He tried to regulate his breathing but it was so hard with Wooyoung’s cock stuffed deeply within him, and he was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Wooyoung was fucking him.
Wooyoung was… fucking him.
Junsu was being fucked.
It was almost too much for his addled mind to register, but he gave up all thinking when Wooyoung hitched his thigh over his hip and changed the angle, pushing in deeper and making Junsu groan out in appreciation that pleasure was once again overriding the pain. It was a blend of both worlds as Wooyoung thrust a few times, before he lifted Junsu’s leg higher and damn Junsu shouldn’t be that flexible but apparently he didn’t give his body enough credit as his leg draped over Wooyoung’s shoulder and the dancer gave a particularly hard thrust into his body.
“Fuck, Junsu…”
Hearing Wooyoung whisper his name like that, hearing that tone of voice coming from his dongsaeng that he had only fantasized about, the doubt that Junsu had for being on bottom quickly evaporated as their bodies meshed together and their heart beats synchronized, and suddenly sex wasn’t such a dirty act as it was something glorious, the staccatos of their breath filling the lines on the air and the rest bars for breath punctuating them perfectly. It was like writing a new song and Junsu found his lost inspiration as he tried not to cry out, instead biting down on Wooyoung’s shoulder and grunting with every movement that the younger man made.
Wooyoung’s hand appeared on his dick and gave a few tugs, and Junsu let out a low growl as he bucked his hips up into the dancer’s fingers, the pleasure intensifying as he finally felt heat pooling in his abdomen once again, his strong arms keeping Wooyoung close to his body as he rocked in tandem with the other, riding out everything that he could, his body slightly awkward because he was larger than Wooyoung, but they still just seemed to fit anyway and soon Junsu’s fingers went numb, then his toes, and the shock just seemed to travel up his arms and legs and met in his stomach, drawing his orgasm out from him as he released into Wooyoung’s hand.
Wooyoung groaned and sucked in a breath before his thrusting sped up and then stilled completely, Junsu feeling a slightly uncomfortable warmth in his backside before Wooyoung pulled out and flopped next to him, panting heavily. Their skin hadn’t dried from the rain outside but was now glistening with sweat, and Junsu winced as he rolled towards the edge of the bed and picked up his damp shirt, cleaning himself off before laying back on the bed and letting out a breath.
The dancer scooted closer and draped an arm over Junsu’s stomach; Junsu grunted and threw the arm off, and Wooyoung looked hurt for a second before the vocalist gathered him up in his arms and pulled him to his chest.
“If I just bottomed I need to at least be the man in the post-orgasm cuddle.”
Wooyoung merely snorted and buried his face in Junsu’s chest as the older brought the blanket over their bodies, sleep finally taking over their exhausted minds and bodies.
“Wooyoung ah?”
“Hn.”
“… Next time it’s my turn.”
His response was a smack on the chest, and he could only laugh as Wooyoung got him into a headlock.
“Asshole!”
“You like it!”
Pairing: Wooyoung/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu has always felt strongly for Wooyoung, but with Khun in the picture he kept his distance, being the good hyung and helping Wooyoung out when he needed it most. But who's to say that when Khun is out of the picture, who's to say that Junsu can't take advantage of the situation?
A/N: There is a serious lack of NC-17 stuff in inorae and I'm here to fix that. 8]
Also if this seems a bit disjointed in the middle it's because I suddenly has inspiration to change the flow of the story so... yeah. Don't brick me.
Partly inspired by this picture. 8]
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Junsu couldn’t help it. He really couldn’t. And he felt bad, for sure, that he harbored feelings for his dongsaeng when he was already taken… by another member, no less. But that didn’t stop the fantasies that plagued Junsu’s mind at night when the thought about those chubby cheeks hollowing out as his lips surrounded his cock and -
Shaking his head, Junsu thunked his head against the back of the couch as he rubbed the heels of his palms into his eyes. He needed to stop thinking about Wooyoung in that manner, otherwise their impromptu wrestling sessions were going to turn out… bad. Just, bad.
But it wasn’t just the fact that he was physically attracted to Wooyoung. Wooyoung often confided in Junsu when he felt like no one else would care or listen, even Nichkhun, and Junsu knew that he held some of the boy’s deepest, darkest secrets. He was alright with that, too. Somewhere along the line - when Wooyoung slept in his bed for a week when Jay left, and when he wasn’t sure just how to confess to Nichkhun - somewhere along the line… Junsu had fallen for the dancer.
Tonight, though, Junsu’s feelings were finally apparent as worry settled deep in his gut.
Wooyoung had been absent for the better part of the day, and no one knew where he was. What’s worse, even Nichkhun seemed to be clueless as to the man’s whereabouts. So as the group’s hyung, and because of his own growing worry, Junsu took it upon himself to go out and find Wooyoung.
Donning a hoodie and zipping it up, he excused himself from the dorm and headed out into the light Spring drizzle of the evening. Wooyoung wasn’t in the dorm and that was apparent, so he could be in the practice room at the JYPE building or in that park that he liked to go to and swing. Jogging down the steps and reaching the bottom, he first set out for the park, since it was closer.
And true to his suspicious, Wooyoung was sitting on a swing, a bit hunched over with his features hidden by the hoodie he had drawn up over his head. Junsu slowed down his approach, but as he got closer he saw Wooyoung’s face was dry, save for two wet trails on either of those ang-ang cheeks. Biting the inside of his cheek, he hesitated for a moment before he took up residence on the swing next to Wooyoung, not even offering a greeting, but making his presence known.
If Wooyoung wanted to talk, he’d talk.
“Hyung…”
Ah, that was sooner than expected.
Junsu glanced over to Wooyoung, whose eyes were still downcast to the sodden ground beneath their feet.
“Am I… Can you stand to be around me?”
The question was random but Junsu assumed that Wooyoung and Nichkhun had a fight, and that was why Wooyoung had disappeared and Khun didn’t seem to give a damn.
But instead of answering, because Junsu knew it was a rhetoric question, the vocalist stayed quiet and instead pushed off of the ground, just barely swaying on the swing.
“I…” Wooyoung’s voice sounded strained and it cracked, and Junsu felt his heart clench. “I didn’t think I was such a horrible person, and you--” he stopped, and Junsu knew he was licking his lips in the way he did when he was thinking way too hard.
“Wooyoung ah,” Junsu finally spoke and when Wooyoung turned to look at him, the vocalist had never seen such pain on the younger’s face. Not since Jaebeom left them. And it absolutely broke Junsu’s heart.
So… Nichkhun must have ended things with Wooyoung.
“You’re such an asshole, hyung.”
The comment was soft but there was a bit of venom behind it, and Junsu’s eyes widened as his back straightened. Him? An asshole? He wasn’t the one that broke up with Wooyoung, Khun was.
“I-”
“I needed you… and you weren’t there…”
Junsu supposed Wooyoung was talking about earlier, when he was holed up in his room with the door locked, the stern warning of ‘don’t interrupt me while I’m writing these lyrics or so help me God’. But for this, Junsu would have unlocked his door, he would have let Wooyoung in, lyrics and songs be damned.
“You were there all the times when I didn’t need you and… now that I need you-” he hiccupped “- you’re… not there…” his voice dropped and he whispered. “You asshole…”
He wasn’t sure what compelled him to do so; whether it was Wooyoung’s tears, the way his voice quivered, or the fact that he wanted to prove to Wooyoung that he wasn’t an asshole, he didn’t know but he got off of his swing and kneeled down in front of the younger man, tilting his chin up so that their eyes could meet. Wooyoung’s eyes were puffy and red and the tears were mingling with the bits of rain that were soaking through his drenched hoodie, and overall the dancer looked pathetic.
“Wooyoung ah,” Junsu said, trying to collect his thoughts. How could he express on paper with a pen, on his keyboard with his fingers, all of his thoughts but in this moment he couldn’t express to Wooyoung just what he was feeling? How was that even possible?
Regret, sorrow, sadness that he hadn’t been there for Wooyoung when he said he would always be there. Contempt at Nichkhun for hurting Wooyoung like this. Anger with himself that he could even allow this to happen.
Not sure what else to do, Junsu stood up and wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller boy’s body, Wooyoung’s head resting on his chest as he embraced the trembling boy. He expected retaliation, but the dancer’s arms wound around his middle and he all but clutched onto Junsu for dear life, letting out the sobs that he had been holding in. Junsu did his duty, holding Wooyoung like he needed to be held, cooing and shushing him gently, whispering that he’d always be there for Wooyoung like he had always been, how he could be an idiot sometimes but in the end he would always be by Wooyoung’s side, ever since the beginning.
They both stood like that in the rain that evening, getting soaked to the bone but mutually feeling a bit warm on the inside with Junsu’s reassuring words and Wooyoungs cries getting carried away on the wind, passed off into nothingness to be forgotten and make way for better feelings to replace them.
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Hours later Junsu and Wooyoung trudged back towards the dorm, Wooyoung completely drained and cried out, Junsu feeling water-logged and heavy with the burden of worrying over his dongsaeng. They stepped over the threshold and everyone cast worried glances at them; Junsu waved a hand and mouthed ‘it’s alright’ as he helped Wooyoung take off his shoes and then removed his own.
Everyone started shuffling off to bed - he assumed that they had been waiting to make sure the pair was safe before they did so - and Junsu helped Wooyoung to the living room.
“No, hyung,” Wooyoung pleaded, still sopping wet as he tugged on Junsu’s equally damp sleeve, sending water droplets to the floor to add to the puddles they were creating on the hard wood.
Junsu almost wanted to ask what Wooyoung wanted, but then got the hint as Chansung nodded his head and pat Wooyoung on the back before taking up the couch with his long body. Ah, well then. Junsu resisted the urge to sigh because he didn’t want to send the wrong message - he had to clean up this mess as the groups’ ultimate hyung, after all.
He lead Wooyoung to his room and Taecyeon glanced up from his laptop, before gathering up said object and the cords, giving Wooyoung a crooked, toothy smile before he joined Chansung out in the living room, leaving Junsu and Wooyoung in the room by themselves.
”Let’s get you out of these clothes before you get sick,” Junsu said, unzipping Wooyoung’s hoodie and working it off slim shoulders.
Wooyoung knocked his hands away and Junsu wanted to know if he did anything wrong, but when he opened his mouth to ask he was interrupted as Wooyoung’s lips covered his own. Initially confused, Wooyoung pressed up against him and Junsu pushed as gently as he could, breaking their lip lock.
“Woo-”
“Junsu.”
Hearing his name without any sort of suffix at the end, coming out in a completely familiar manner, and seeing Wooyoung’s eyes, no longer clouded with sadness and regret but filled with a renewed determination, Junsu shut his mouth with any protests he was about to spout.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
Wooyoung and Junsu messed around a lot, they teased each other and occasionally got in wrestling matches but it was never anything more or less. Wooyoung would whine and call him an asshole and Junsu would merely smile and respond with…
“You like it.”
The dancer smashed their lips together again, grabbing Junsu by the collar of his damp sweater, water squeezing out of the fabric and dripping down his hands and wrists and down to his elbows as Junsu backed up and Wooyoung followed. Junsu fell back on the bed and Wooyoung promptly got atop him, their kisses hot and messy and in the back of his mind Junsu couldn’t help but wonder how Wooyoung and Nichkhun kissed.
That thought was shoved out of his mind as Wooyoung’s lips trailed over his jaw and up to his earlobe, the dancer rocking his body against Junsu’s, the older man hissing through his teeth and gripping Wooyoung’s hips.
“Fuck,” Junsu panted out, and he could feel the smirk against his skin as Wooyoung slithered down his body, divesting him of his clothes in such a smooth manner that Junsu didn’t even notice he was half naked until Wooyoung’s damp hair slid across his nipple and gooosebumps erupted over his skin.
Wooyoung’s fingers worked on his buckles and the sound of the metal sliding over each other, clinking and clanking, for some reason made Junsu think of Nichkhun, in the next room, probably asleep by now. Did he feel guilty? Why did he break up with Wooyoung? Would he be angry if he found out that Wooyoung looked to be enjoying the fact that Junsu’s length fit nicely in his hand, hot and heavy with arousal, would he be angry that Junsu dropped his head back and whispered the dancer’s name sinuously low on his tongue?
It didn’t matter, now. Nichkhun had thrown an amazing person away and Junsu was ready to pick up the broken pieces.
He was sure there was a more… appropriate way to pick up those pieces but right now he was too distracted by Wooyoung’s tongue doing horribly wonderful things to the tip of his cock. His long fingers threaded through Wooyoung’s short hair, and he briefly wished it was at the length it was during their Heartbeat days because that would be a lot more satisfying to grip on to. But even so he still had a grip and Wooyoung didn’t seem to mind the way that Junsu’s hips bucked up into his mouth, craving more of that tight, wet heat that was sucking him further and further into the fantasy that was Wooyoung.
Heat started to pool in Junsu’s groin and his abdomen flexed and tensed with the intense feelings, and he cupped a hand beneath Wooyoung’s chin to pull him up and away from his throbbing dick. Not looking confused at all, Wooyoung merely smiled and pulled Junsu’s pants and boxers the rest of the way off of his body, tossing them onto the growing pile of damp clothes that was surely going to cause a problem later when Junsu needed to clean.
Junsu was fully naked now and he wasn’t sure when Wooyoung lost his shirt, but his fingers moved to the other’s pants to undo them and slide them down slender hips, and Junsu took a second to marvel in the fact that while the rest of them spent hours on end in the gym, Wooyoung still wasn’t as muscly or broad as them, his body still almost on the petite side and the muscles not clearly defined. While some people teased Wooyoung about being ‘underdeveloped’ compared to the others, Junsu secretly loved it.
Wooyoung had the perfect body.
Was it really his for the taking, now?
Slowing down his movements, Junsu pushed Wooyoung to lie back on the bed as he kissed his way down the pale neck, sucking lightly on the protruding collarbone and leaving a red mark behind. His lips moved down further, encircling a nipple and lolling it around on his tongue, his teeth just barely scraping over it before giving the same treatment to its twin. Wooyoung gasped and arched off of the bed, tangling his fingers in Junsu’s hair, tugging on the locks lightly and the sharp pinpricks of pain in his scalp would have been annoying in any other circumstances but for now it was a gesure that only spurred Junsu to go on further.
His lips trailed down Wooyoung’s body to those hip bones that he sometimes dreamt about nibbling on, forgotten dreams that he pushed to the back of his mind so he could continue on with daily life. But his dreams were now reality as he slide Wooyoung’s pants off of his hips and shucked them aside, underwear as well - and dam, everything was soaked through from the rain - before he nuzzled the base of Wooyoung’s erection. The fingers in his hair tightened before they slid down his neck and touched his shoulders gently, one hand disappearing as Wooyoung propped himself up on one elbow so he could watch what his hyung was doing.
Being a bit embarrassed by Wooyoung’s sudden desire to watch him, Junsu pushed his shame aside and kissed the tip of Wooyoung’s cock. He’d never been this close to anyone’s cock before but he decided it wasn’t a bad thing, the scent musky and fresh from the damp clothes and the rain and the arousal and it was overall intoxicating. He licked a solid stripe from base to tip along the vein on the side, before he wrapped his lips around the tip and applied a light suction.
The keening whine that left Wooyoung’s lips was like liquid velvet on Junsu’s ears and he pulled away as he placed his hands beneath the dancer’s knees, pushing them up and spreading his legs as he settled better between them. He glanced around for a second, wondering what he could use as lube, and then remembered he had some in the bedside drawer.
Hey, idols get lonely too.
He reached out and flung open the drawer, knocking over the lamp that was on top of the stand, making a note to pick it up later before realizing that he really didn’t care, as he pulled out the lube and returned between Wooyoung’s legs. After a second of staring at the flushed, panting body beneath him, Junsu finally caved and slumped.
“I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Wooyoung smiled, the most tender expression he’d had on his face all night, before he reached up and hit Junsu lightly on the shoulder, his expression turning slightly sarcastic.
“Yah! You’re supposed to be the knowledgeable hyung here!”
“Agh-!” Junsu flinched and rubbed his arm, throwing Wooyoung a hurt expression. “It’s not like I’ve done this a million times before!”
“Yah, you calling me a slut?”
“Don’t take my words out of context!”
The two ended up wrestling, though it was more lighthearted than anything as Wooyoung pinned Junsu down to the bed, his expression shifting with mischief as he picked up the lube and waved it around.
“I know how to properly use this~”
“Wooyoung…” Junsu warned, but for some reason his strength left him a while ago as Wooyoung nudged his legs apart and slicked up his fingers. “You’re not gonna - Wooyoung ah!”
“Oh shut up asshole,” Wooyoung scoffed as he slicked a finger and pressed it against Junsu’s entrance gently.
Junsu tensed up, naturally, but Wooyoun’s free hand was rubbing up and down his thigh and it was sort of calming. He let out a breath and Wooyoung’s finger slipped inside and soon Junsu sucked that breath back in.
“Relax, Junsu, you’re just gonna make it worse,” Wooyoung reprimanded, but his actions belied his voice as he carefully worked his finger around, and Junsu dropped back against the bed to try and will away the burn that was starting to work its way up his spine.
Letting out a slow, slow breath, Junsu stared up at the ceiling for a second, before closing his eyes and deciding that no, he didn’t want to stare at chipping, white paint. So instead he stared at the backs of his eyelids and tried not to tense as he felt the second finger enter his body, and he wondered how Wooyoung even had the patience for this.
Opening his eyes, he glanced down at the dancer, who was focusing completely on his task. Blushing darkly at the fact that anyone was paying attention to that particular part of his body, Junsu threw his arm over his eyes and shut everything out, before suddenly white-hot pleasure jolted down his spine and numbed his toes.
“Ngh- fuck!”
Wooyoung chuckled in satisfaction and Junsu pulled the arm away from his eyes, which were wide open before clenching shut as another wave of pleasure ran its course through his body. His hips bucked up and he gripped at the sheets briefly, before he let out another low moan. He felt the two fingers moving inside of him and he was sure that a third was added, but the pleasure that was going through his system was overriding any sort of uncomfortable feelings he had been feeling before.
But all too soon the fingers were removed, and Junsu knew what was coming next; he reached down and grabbed Wooyoung’s shoulders, guiding the younger up towards his mouth, kissing the dancer a bit sloppily as he felt the blunt tip of Wooyoung’s erection pressing against his entrance. Of course his body recoiled on instinct, but Wooyoung pushed forward without much warning and Junsu hissed through his teeth, his fingers digging into the others’ shoulder blades as plain blossomed throughout his entire body.
Wooyoung stopped moving and Junsu could only assume that he was all the way in, but fuck it felt like a freight train had taken up residence in his backside and it most definitely was not pleasant. Wooyoung rocked his hips forward and Junsu winced, smoothing his hands over the dancer’s abused shoulders before wrapping his arms around the other completely, their chests pressed together as he buried his face in Junsu’s neck. He tried to regulate his breathing but it was so hard with Wooyoung’s cock stuffed deeply within him, and he was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Wooyoung was fucking him.
Wooyoung was… fucking him.
Junsu was being fucked.
It was almost too much for his addled mind to register, but he gave up all thinking when Wooyoung hitched his thigh over his hip and changed the angle, pushing in deeper and making Junsu groan out in appreciation that pleasure was once again overriding the pain. It was a blend of both worlds as Wooyoung thrust a few times, before he lifted Junsu’s leg higher and damn Junsu shouldn’t be that flexible but apparently he didn’t give his body enough credit as his leg draped over Wooyoung’s shoulder and the dancer gave a particularly hard thrust into his body.
“Fuck, Junsu…”
Hearing Wooyoung whisper his name like that, hearing that tone of voice coming from his dongsaeng that he had only fantasized about, the doubt that Junsu had for being on bottom quickly evaporated as their bodies meshed together and their heart beats synchronized, and suddenly sex wasn’t such a dirty act as it was something glorious, the staccatos of their breath filling the lines on the air and the rest bars for breath punctuating them perfectly. It was like writing a new song and Junsu found his lost inspiration as he tried not to cry out, instead biting down on Wooyoung’s shoulder and grunting with every movement that the younger man made.
Wooyoung’s hand appeared on his dick and gave a few tugs, and Junsu let out a low growl as he bucked his hips up into the dancer’s fingers, the pleasure intensifying as he finally felt heat pooling in his abdomen once again, his strong arms keeping Wooyoung close to his body as he rocked in tandem with the other, riding out everything that he could, his body slightly awkward because he was larger than Wooyoung, but they still just seemed to fit anyway and soon Junsu’s fingers went numb, then his toes, and the shock just seemed to travel up his arms and legs and met in his stomach, drawing his orgasm out from him as he released into Wooyoung’s hand.
Wooyoung groaned and sucked in a breath before his thrusting sped up and then stilled completely, Junsu feeling a slightly uncomfortable warmth in his backside before Wooyoung pulled out and flopped next to him, panting heavily. Their skin hadn’t dried from the rain outside but was now glistening with sweat, and Junsu winced as he rolled towards the edge of the bed and picked up his damp shirt, cleaning himself off before laying back on the bed and letting out a breath.
The dancer scooted closer and draped an arm over Junsu’s stomach; Junsu grunted and threw the arm off, and Wooyoung looked hurt for a second before the vocalist gathered him up in his arms and pulled him to his chest.
“If I just bottomed I need to at least be the man in the post-orgasm cuddle.”
Wooyoung merely snorted and buried his face in Junsu’s chest as the older brought the blanket over their bodies, sleep finally taking over their exhausted minds and bodies.
“Wooyoung ah?”
“Hn.”
“… Next time it’s my turn.”
His response was a smack on the chest, and he could only laugh as Wooyoung got him into a headlock.
“Asshole!”
“You like it!”