the fine art of seduction (as such unlearned)
yoochun/junsu
nc-17 - awkward!yoochun, bad language + first time writing smut :|
pornnn. dirty dirty porn and nothing more.
752 words

for miss_skitchiez, because she's a slave driver and the biggest pain in the ass you could ever not want (ilu & ty for checking this ♥), r_hr_maniac because i don't know what i'd do without her, and uchikins because she's been trying to wring this out of me for such a long time. this is all your fault.

happy new year everybody ♥



'y-yoochun,' junsu gasped, nails scratching deep groves into yoochun's skin as he tugged the other man closer. this was wrong, this was wrong, this was so- oh. oh god, junsu arched into the touch, toes curling into the sheets.

'yoochun, please. stop fucking around and ju--'

yoochun groaned breathlessly, fingers dancing over junsu's thighs, muscles hot and pliant on either side of yoochun's hips. his breath ghosted across the bare skin of junsu's stomach, causing the younger man to whimper helplessly.

yoochun moved away briefly, junsu's legs slipping from around his waist as he growled in frustration, only to groan loudly, placated, when he felt yoochun's lube slicked finger pushing gently at his entrance.

'chunnie,' junsu canted his hips upward, hands fisting into the sheets as yoochun slipped his finger slowly into junsu's aching passage.

junsu's body was on fire, heat flaring up under his skin, sweat running in fat drops down his temple. he cried out as yoochun slid a second finger in, tightening his grip on yoochun's hips and working the digits further into the warmth of his body.

'junsu...'

junsu chanced a glance upwards, hair plastered to his face with sweat. he needed this, needed yoochun, needed to- junsu lost all semblance of coherent thought when yoochun drew his fingers out, only to slam them back in again, webbing pressed tight against junsu's ass.

'are you..' yoochun grunted out, eyes glazed with lust, fingers of his free hand curled painfully into junsu's hip bone.

'yes. i, yoochun, ah. just.'

yoochun nodded, pulling back from junsu with an obscene popping sound and fumbling for the discarded bottle of lube. 'front, or would you prefer to-'

'fuck yoochun. and they call you the casanova. i don't care, just fuck me.'

smiling nervously, yoochun squirted the lube onto his fingers, trying feebly to rub some warmth into the gel before lathering it onto his cock.

'you're so beautiful,' yoochun murmured, pressing soft kisses up junsu's stomach and along his collarbone as he adjusted his position and slid slowly into junsu's body.

stars erupted behind junsu's eyes, white hot and burning and no, no, this wasn't wrong. couldn't be wrong. small jolts of pain raced up junsu's spine and he squeezed his eyes shut, groaning at the sensation.

'shh, it's okay. it'll feel good, i promise.'

junsu just nodded, keening softly and arching up into yoochun's touch as he cupped junsu's buttocks, drawing his body up into yoochun's and gently settling him down again.

then he hit it, hit that spot that had junsu crying out beneath him, fingers clawing desperately at his back. yoochun laughed breathlessly, body trembling, all previous traces of nervousness gone.

'yeah?'

'y-yeah, yoochun please, i just want, i need,' junsu was babbling, completely senseless as yoochun slid out of his body and slammed back in again, hitting that same spot over and over, junsu's name a mindless mantra on his lips.

his body was on overload, every sense tingling, mind fogged with lust and need and yoochun, filling every part of him with his touch. junsu cried out, one final warbling tremor, and then he was coming violently, yoochun's name a dying whisper on his lips.

yoochun succumbed just after, releasing into the warmth of junsu's body with a helpless scream before collapsing onto the younger man, shaking arms unable to withstand his weight any longer.

a moment passed between them before yoochun pulled out with a hiss, falling back against junsu's side in a boneless sprawl that, at any other time, junsu would've found amusing.

'that,' junsu mumbled under his breath, leaning into yoochun's touch as he ran shaking fingers through junsu's sweaty hair. 'was incredible.'

'mm.' yoochun agreed softly, before pushing himself weakly onto his elbows and fixing junsu with a watery smile. 'i love you, you know.'

junsu paused, taking in yoochun's flushed skin and the way his eyelashes stuck together with barely restrained tears and did the only thing he could think to do.

with a snort, junsu lent over and gave yoochun a playful shove, nearly sending the older male tumbling off the edge of the mattress.

'i love you too, even if you are a sentimental fool.' he opened his arms and gestured to yoochun, pulling him an embrace. 'now come here and stop being an idiot.'

yoochun smiled and moved to lean against junsu's chest, pinching sleepily at the skin of his arms in retaliation. 'we're still dirty.' he murmured halfheartedly as junsu laid them both down on the bed and linked his feet over yoochun's ankles.

'hmm,' he agreed with a smile, nose brushing softly against yoochun's hair. 'you stink. but don't worry, i'd still be up for a repeat performance.'