Now How Dirty Boys Get Clean; jaesu; nc-17
Not How Dirty Boys Get Clean
jaesu; 1,713 words; NC-17
A/N: Honestly just blame illuminations . idek. brb, hides in hole forever.
"It's okay," Junsu just whispers, pushing him up against the door, "I'm not drunk."
"Not that drunk." Jaejoong's words are muffled by his shirt being pulled over his head and tossed over messily beside the hamper.
"Sober enough to get you naked," Junsu mumbles, undoing the button and zipper of Jaejoong's jeans with practiced ease, and nips at Jaejoong's lips, fingers gripping at Jaejoong's sides, pulling him close. Junsu's stronger than he looks, something Jaejoong likes, and he can feel the tips of Junsu's fingers sink into his flesh, pulling him forward and barely helping him not trip over his pants as they fall past his knees. Junsu jerks him forward into the shower under a hot spray.
The things he could do with that mouth. Jaejoong bites his lip as Junsu licks his way down his body. He stops, presses a smile right above Jaejoong’s waistline, and flashes another smile that Jaejoong knows means he's up to no good.
Junsu pulls him down to lie back in the tub and Jaejoong blurts, "I'll drown," staring at the ceiling and holding on to the sides of the tub when he feels Junsu's hands run up his thighs, a chuckle pressed to his belly button. He swears he does not whimper when Junsu snaps the band of his boxers, licking teasingly at his hipbone. Jaejoong knows telling Junsu not to tease is like telling him not to breathe, but he tries anyway, though it comes out sounding like anything but a command.
"I'll be good," Junsu assures him, stroking him through his underwear, watching. "I'm being good, right?"
Jaejoong decides it's safest not to answer when Junsu mouths him through his underwear, sucking at his sac with that eager little mouth, his nose pressed against the base of Jaejoong's cock like he'd do anything to take him all in. Jaejoong's hips roll up, wanting to be closer to that warmth, wanting that damn fabric out of the way. Junsu slides his hands under Jaejoong's ass, bringing him closer as he purses his lips around the outline of Jaejoong's cock, sucking up the shaft. Jaejoong groans as Junsu sucks on the tip, teeth scraping through fabric. "Junsu, please-"
"Should I do this?"
Jaejoong looks down when he feels Junsu peel his underwear off -- with his fucking teeth -- just enough so that the head of his cock slips out. Junsu gives the head one long lick. "Y-Yeah, somethinglikethat," Jaejoong gasps, lifting his hips and trying to get his underwear off.
Jaejoong shivers when he can feel Junsu chuckle against his cock, doing no more than teasing him with kisses and the occasional lick. He seems to take mercy on Jaejoong though, pulling and bunching his boxers down to his thighs, leaving them there as he takes Jaejoong's cock into his hand, holding like he's testing the weight and feel of it in his grip. He sits up, pumping Jaejoong slowly and watching him, a stupid smirk on his face. Jaejoong squeezes his eyes shut, concentrating on the feel of Junsu's hands and keeping his breathing normal.
"Hyung."
"What?" Jaejoong asks without opening his eyes, and he can hear Junsu laugh. "What?" he asks again when he feels Junsu's hands leave. He looks down to see Junsu rolling a bar of soap in his hands, giggling when it slips from between his hands and hits the side of the tub with a echoing thunk.
"Slippery," is all Junsu says before he grips Jaejoong's cock at the base, pulling off tight and slow, replacing one hand with the other at the base as soon as the head slips from his grip.
"Holy shit, Junsu." Jaejoong bites at his lip, hips pumping into Junsu's grip, toes pressing at the end of the tub. And just like that, Junsu's hands are gone again, soon replaced by his hips as he lines his body up with Jaejoong's and kisses at his jaw. Jaejoong can feel Junsu rubbing against the inside of his thigh, cock half hard.
"Junsu, seriously," Jaejoong groans. "Handjobs are not supposed to last this long. Long handjobs suck." Suck like a sucky thing which Junsu's mouth apparently doesn't feel like being, Jaejoong thinks, reaching to grab Junsu's ass as he grinds his hips up desperately.
Junsu's chuckle is pressed against his cheek, his breath coming in puffs on Jaejoong's skin. "It's not a handjob." How dare he giggle at a time like this? He pats Jaejoong's side, sitting up and turning the shower off. Jaejoong whines and pouts when Junsu slips him back into his wet boxer briefs, the fabric rubbing uncomfortably. "Come on, let's go to your bed."
As convincing as Junsu sounds, "You're going to get my bed all wet."
"I'll make it better." It's the confidence in Junsu's voice that makes Jaejoong shiver, that and the hand palming him through his underwear. "Let’s go.”
It's hard work but they get to the bedroom incident-free, impressive because Jaejoong's surprisingly graceful even with his lips and hands occupied, until Junsu pushes him onto the bed, stripping himself of his underwear. Jaejoong's only vaguely reminded to do the same, tossing the soaked fabric to the side.
Junsu straddles him, grinding way too slowly to be fair. "Now where were we?"
His fingers grip and press at Junsu's hips so he can't pull back. "Think you were about to stop being a tease."
Junsu curls his fingers under Jaejoong's, peeling his hands off. "Okay."
Jaejoong watches on, gulping, as Junsu turns around to straddle his hips, eyes widening as Junsu reaches back and pumps his cock clumsily, shooting him a smile.
"Junsu," he says under his breath, hands coming up to massage Junsu's cheeks, biting his lip as Junsu backs up and presses Jaejoong's cock in between them and grinds against his stomach. "Think this is teasing," he hisses as he watches Junsu move on top of him, squeezing his eyes shut and starts counting to ten, then back to one. He reaches blindly for the lube on their nightstand, knocking over some much, much, much less important things.
Junsu snatches the lube from him, making quick work of slicking Jaejoong's cock, hand jerky because of the awkward angle, and presses Jaejoong into him slowly, biting on his lip to muffle a moan.
"Fuck, tight, Junsu," comes out between Jaejoong's teeth. His hands grab Junsu's cheeks, thumbs pressing and pulling them apart and Junsu back onto his cock, breathing heavily through his mouth. He groans, can see and feel it when Junsu tightens around him, and thrusts up into him the rest of the way, hands catching Junsu's thighs and keeping him close even when the man leans forward, holding on to Jaejoong's shins as he shifts and adjusts, hips grinding circles against Jaejoong.
"Big boy," Junsu whispers, voice husky, and starts a slow roll of his hips, barely pulling off Jaejoong.
"Come on, Junsu, show me." Jaejoong's hands smooth back to Junsu's ass, gradually guiding his hips for deeper, longer strokes, watching Junsu arch as a moan curls out of him. Jaejoong's grip doesn't loosen even as Junsu starts to ride him, eyes glued on the way Junsu bounces on him, the way his cock starts to slide in and out with ease. His hand squeezes almost automatically and gives Junsu a quick spank. "All that teasing and you wanted it this bad, huh?" he asks, rolling his hips in time with Junsu's.
Junsu tightens around him and Jaejoong throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut and digging his nails into Junsu's cheeks as he snaps his hips up harder, jerking Junsu's body forward and forcing moans out of him.
"Hyung-" Junsu gasps as he slams down on Jaejoong harder, their skin slapping loudly against each other. Junsu's loud, and Jaejoong doesn't have to open his eyes to know what he looks like, can imagine him just from the noises he's making: back arched, mouth ajar, skin glazed with sweat, his ass backing up, begging for more. "Hyung, wanna come," Junsu says, just like how Jaejoong imagines when he's alone with his right hand.
"Okay," he hisses, pulling Junsu off and pushing him onto all fours.
Junsu whines in disapproval, backing up and rubbing against him as Jaejoong shifts onto his knees behind him.
"Be patient," Jaejoong whispers, rubbing the head of his cock against Junsu's entrance.
Junsu drops to his shoulders and reaches back, spreading himself for Jaejoong. "Not the time to tease, hyung." He backs himself up with ease, hands dropping so he can brace himself on his forearms.
Jaejoong inhales sharply and grips Junsu's waist tightly as he thrusts the rest of the way in, fucking Junsu harder when the man arches toward the bed, fingers pulling at the bedsheets. He presses his body against Junsu's, planting his arms in front of Junsu, holding him in place as he snaps his hips. He can't help but grin when Junsu muffles a loud moan into the sheets, biting at them as Jaejoong forces more whimpers out of him. "Gonna come like this, Junsu?"
Junsu pants against the sheets, lips pressed on the damp spot, nodding mindlessly, driving his hips back harder and faster.
Placing small bites along Junsu's neck, Jaejoong reaches under and grips Junsu's cock, wasting no time in stroking him tight and fast. Junsu comes with a drawn out grunt, hips jerking as he clamps down, cock twitching in Jaejoong's hand. Jaejoong thrusts hard and deep, biting on Junsu's shoulder before he empties into his heat, hips gradually slowing to a stop, struggling to keep himself from falling on top of Junsu. He rests his forehead on Junsu's shoulder as he catches his breath, pulling out and falling to the side.
Junsu stretches his legs back with a groan, lowering himself to the bed, grinning lazily at him. Jaejoong watches as Junsu takes his hand and licks his own come off, laughing softly when it bumps against his nose, and uses the back of his other hand to wipe at it. "Gross."
"A little sloppy today," Jaejoong teases, pulling his hand back and wiping it on the sheets behind him.
"Not back to earth yet," Junsu insists, pulling himself close for a kiss even with Jaejoong chuckling against his lips.
jaesu; 1,713 words; NC-17
A/N: Honestly just blame illuminations . idek. brb, hides in hole forever.
"It's okay," Junsu just whispers, pushing him up against the door, "I'm not drunk."
"Not that drunk." Jaejoong's words are muffled by his shirt being pulled over his head and tossed over messily beside the hamper.
"Sober enough to get you naked," Junsu mumbles, undoing the button and zipper of Jaejoong's jeans with practiced ease, and nips at Jaejoong's lips, fingers gripping at Jaejoong's sides, pulling him close. Junsu's stronger than he looks, something Jaejoong likes, and he can feel the tips of Junsu's fingers sink into his flesh, pulling him forward and barely helping him not trip over his pants as they fall past his knees. Junsu jerks him forward into the shower under a hot spray.
The things he could do with that mouth. Jaejoong bites his lip as Junsu licks his way down his body. He stops, presses a smile right above Jaejoong’s waistline, and flashes another smile that Jaejoong knows means he's up to no good.
Junsu pulls him down to lie back in the tub and Jaejoong blurts, "I'll drown," staring at the ceiling and holding on to the sides of the tub when he feels Junsu's hands run up his thighs, a chuckle pressed to his belly button. He swears he does not whimper when Junsu snaps the band of his boxers, licking teasingly at his hipbone. Jaejoong knows telling Junsu not to tease is like telling him not to breathe, but he tries anyway, though it comes out sounding like anything but a command.
"I'll be good," Junsu assures him, stroking him through his underwear, watching. "I'm being good, right?"
Jaejoong decides it's safest not to answer when Junsu mouths him through his underwear, sucking at his sac with that eager little mouth, his nose pressed against the base of Jaejoong's cock like he'd do anything to take him all in. Jaejoong's hips roll up, wanting to be closer to that warmth, wanting that damn fabric out of the way. Junsu slides his hands under Jaejoong's ass, bringing him closer as he purses his lips around the outline of Jaejoong's cock, sucking up the shaft. Jaejoong groans as Junsu sucks on the tip, teeth scraping through fabric. "Junsu, please-"
"Should I do this?"
Jaejoong looks down when he feels Junsu peel his underwear off -- with his fucking teeth -- just enough so that the head of his cock slips out. Junsu gives the head one long lick. "Y-Yeah, somethinglikethat," Jaejoong gasps, lifting his hips and trying to get his underwear off.
Jaejoong shivers when he can feel Junsu chuckle against his cock, doing no more than teasing him with kisses and the occasional lick. He seems to take mercy on Jaejoong though, pulling and bunching his boxers down to his thighs, leaving them there as he takes Jaejoong's cock into his hand, holding like he's testing the weight and feel of it in his grip. He sits up, pumping Jaejoong slowly and watching him, a stupid smirk on his face. Jaejoong squeezes his eyes shut, concentrating on the feel of Junsu's hands and keeping his breathing normal.
"Hyung."
"What?" Jaejoong asks without opening his eyes, and he can hear Junsu laugh. "What?" he asks again when he feels Junsu's hands leave. He looks down to see Junsu rolling a bar of soap in his hands, giggling when it slips from between his hands and hits the side of the tub with a echoing thunk.
"Slippery," is all Junsu says before he grips Jaejoong's cock at the base, pulling off tight and slow, replacing one hand with the other at the base as soon as the head slips from his grip.
"Holy shit, Junsu." Jaejoong bites at his lip, hips pumping into Junsu's grip, toes pressing at the end of the tub. And just like that, Junsu's hands are gone again, soon replaced by his hips as he lines his body up with Jaejoong's and kisses at his jaw. Jaejoong can feel Junsu rubbing against the inside of his thigh, cock half hard.
"Junsu, seriously," Jaejoong groans. "Handjobs are not supposed to last this long. Long handjobs suck." Suck like a sucky thing which Junsu's mouth apparently doesn't feel like being, Jaejoong thinks, reaching to grab Junsu's ass as he grinds his hips up desperately.
Junsu's chuckle is pressed against his cheek, his breath coming in puffs on Jaejoong's skin. "It's not a handjob." How dare he giggle at a time like this? He pats Jaejoong's side, sitting up and turning the shower off. Jaejoong whines and pouts when Junsu slips him back into his wet boxer briefs, the fabric rubbing uncomfortably. "Come on, let's go to your bed."
As convincing as Junsu sounds, "You're going to get my bed all wet."
"I'll make it better." It's the confidence in Junsu's voice that makes Jaejoong shiver, that and the hand palming him through his underwear. "Let’s go.”
It's hard work but they get to the bedroom incident-free, impressive because Jaejoong's surprisingly graceful even with his lips and hands occupied, until Junsu pushes him onto the bed, stripping himself of his underwear. Jaejoong's only vaguely reminded to do the same, tossing the soaked fabric to the side.
Junsu straddles him, grinding way too slowly to be fair. "Now where were we?"
His fingers grip and press at Junsu's hips so he can't pull back. "Think you were about to stop being a tease."
Junsu curls his fingers under Jaejoong's, peeling his hands off. "Okay."
Jaejoong watches on, gulping, as Junsu turns around to straddle his hips, eyes widening as Junsu reaches back and pumps his cock clumsily, shooting him a smile.
"Junsu," he says under his breath, hands coming up to massage Junsu's cheeks, biting his lip as Junsu backs up and presses Jaejoong's cock in between them and grinds against his stomach. "Think this is teasing," he hisses as he watches Junsu move on top of him, squeezing his eyes shut and starts counting to ten, then back to one. He reaches blindly for the lube on their nightstand, knocking over some much, much, much less important things.
Junsu snatches the lube from him, making quick work of slicking Jaejoong's cock, hand jerky because of the awkward angle, and presses Jaejoong into him slowly, biting on his lip to muffle a moan.
"Fuck, tight, Junsu," comes out between Jaejoong's teeth. His hands grab Junsu's cheeks, thumbs pressing and pulling them apart and Junsu back onto his cock, breathing heavily through his mouth. He groans, can see and feel it when Junsu tightens around him, and thrusts up into him the rest of the way, hands catching Junsu's thighs and keeping him close even when the man leans forward, holding on to Jaejoong's shins as he shifts and adjusts, hips grinding circles against Jaejoong.
"Big boy," Junsu whispers, voice husky, and starts a slow roll of his hips, barely pulling off Jaejoong.
"Come on, Junsu, show me." Jaejoong's hands smooth back to Junsu's ass, gradually guiding his hips for deeper, longer strokes, watching Junsu arch as a moan curls out of him. Jaejoong's grip doesn't loosen even as Junsu starts to ride him, eyes glued on the way Junsu bounces on him, the way his cock starts to slide in and out with ease. His hand squeezes almost automatically and gives Junsu a quick spank. "All that teasing and you wanted it this bad, huh?" he asks, rolling his hips in time with Junsu's.
Junsu tightens around him and Jaejoong throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut and digging his nails into Junsu's cheeks as he snaps his hips up harder, jerking Junsu's body forward and forcing moans out of him.
"Hyung-" Junsu gasps as he slams down on Jaejoong harder, their skin slapping loudly against each other. Junsu's loud, and Jaejoong doesn't have to open his eyes to know what he looks like, can imagine him just from the noises he's making: back arched, mouth ajar, skin glazed with sweat, his ass backing up, begging for more. "Hyung, wanna come," Junsu says, just like how Jaejoong imagines when he's alone with his right hand.
"Okay," he hisses, pulling Junsu off and pushing him onto all fours.
Junsu whines in disapproval, backing up and rubbing against him as Jaejoong shifts onto his knees behind him.
"Be patient," Jaejoong whispers, rubbing the head of his cock against Junsu's entrance.
Junsu drops to his shoulders and reaches back, spreading himself for Jaejoong. "Not the time to tease, hyung." He backs himself up with ease, hands dropping so he can brace himself on his forearms.
Jaejoong inhales sharply and grips Junsu's waist tightly as he thrusts the rest of the way in, fucking Junsu harder when the man arches toward the bed, fingers pulling at the bedsheets. He presses his body against Junsu's, planting his arms in front of Junsu, holding him in place as he snaps his hips. He can't help but grin when Junsu muffles a loud moan into the sheets, biting at them as Jaejoong forces more whimpers out of him. "Gonna come like this, Junsu?"
Junsu pants against the sheets, lips pressed on the damp spot, nodding mindlessly, driving his hips back harder and faster.
Placing small bites along Junsu's neck, Jaejoong reaches under and grips Junsu's cock, wasting no time in stroking him tight and fast. Junsu comes with a drawn out grunt, hips jerking as he clamps down, cock twitching in Jaejoong's hand. Jaejoong thrusts hard and deep, biting on Junsu's shoulder before he empties into his heat, hips gradually slowing to a stop, struggling to keep himself from falling on top of Junsu. He rests his forehead on Junsu's shoulder as he catches his breath, pulling out and falling to the side.
Junsu stretches his legs back with a groan, lowering himself to the bed, grinning lazily at him. Jaejoong watches as Junsu takes his hand and licks his own come off, laughing softly when it bumps against his nose, and uses the back of his other hand to wipe at it. "Gross."
"A little sloppy today," Jaejoong teases, pulling his hand back and wiping it on the sheets behind him.
"Not back to earth yet," Junsu insists, pulling himself close for a kiss even with Jaejoong chuckling against his lips.