Moths and Butterflies, JaeSu, YooSu, JaeChun, JaeSuChun.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Lemon
Word Count: 2,281 O_____O
Overall Rating: R
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c: moths and butterflies for the previous parts! once i post the last part, the link list for this fic will be fully updated! ^^
A/N: For all the time I made you guys wait, I hope this is worth it. I tried my best and I reallyreally hope this is fiiine. <333 [btw, there are slight references to previous parts! you dont need to go back and read anything. they're kinda...stuck in there. -grins-
Totally-Amazing-Banner: By Katie/
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bangable Previously:
His friend stands in front of him, nearly naked and he greedily takes in the sight, memorizing every inch of pale skin. The thin hands covered in bandages, slight scar marks all over his stomach. Pale, crisscrossed lines over his thighs that make his eyebrows crease a little in worry-they tell a story he’s not familiar with.
A pink flush stains Junsu’s cheeks, working down his neck and shoulder blades.
Jaejoong’s eyes snap back up to Junsu’s, feverish and bright, waiting for him.
“What’s stopping you, Jaejoong?” Junsu says huskily, swallowing a non-existent lump down his throat. “What’s stopping you from kissing me now?”
Part 11.
Do you know what it feels like to kiss the man you love, kiss him and pour all your emotions from your heart into his mouth, slip your fingers under his shirt to feel warm skin, only to be brutally reminded of the promise you made him and draw away?
Complicated are his thoughts but simple are his feelings: base lust and undiluted longing. The fragile line between friendship and love shatters, just like that. Defenses that were built and accumulated from years back; they crumble down and bite the dust.
Junsu’s eyes are locked on his own, watching him quietly and waiting. A subtle crook of his little finger: the indication to come closer, baby, come closer.
His body obeys numbly, seeming to act of its own accord, no longer listening to him anymore. Junsu’s pale tanned skin glistens in the moonlight shining into the living room from their open blinds. It tantalizes and beckons imperiously, confidence in the slight sway of his hips as he moves towards the older man as well.
“Jaejoong,” Junsu whispers, smiling; warm and wicked. A lone index finger reaches up and settles on plump lips, feeling the soft skin, imprinting his touch on Jaejoong.
The older man closes his eyes, feeling rather giddy. His head is spinning deliriously and nothing is making sense anymore. The change in his best friend is astonishing and he can’t deny the fact that it makes him ache all over and shiver in anticipation.
Junsu continues to rub his finger across his lips, waiting patiently for Jaejoong to make up his mind. He’s been waiting for forever. Add a little more, what difference would it make?
Then Jaejoong opens his mouth and makes the decision for them.
He takes his finger in and watches Junsu with heated eyes as he suckles gently at first, then fiercely on the tip, teasing a little. The younger man’s breaths come out in short spurts as Jaejoong takes his finger in and wets it completely, running his tongue and circling all over.
The ordeal is tortuous and cheeks flush at the very suggestive sucking, tongue wrapping around his one digit. Junsu yanks his finger back and they stare at each other mesmerized, eyes gone wild and shining with nothing other than-
(Touch me.
Baby.
Kiss me.
Baby.
Hold me.
Baby.
Fuck me. Fuck me now, baby.)
Hands wrap around each other’s bodies and then Jaejoong is tilting his friend’s head back, kissing him wetly. Junsu moans unashamedly, the kiss is unlike any of the other kisses they have ever shared before. This one is rough and fierce; utterly possessive-
Maybe, Jaejoong thinks dazedly as they continue to kiss desperately, maybe I’ve waited far too fucking long for this. I’m already huge and we haven’t even-done anything, shit-
“Tonight-,” Jaejoong whispers when they part, gasping for breath and Junsu starts unbuttoning his shirt immediately, burying his head in his neck, sucking on the pale skin.
“-you’re mine for the taking.” He finishes and Junsu looks up, smiling so brightly it takes his breath away, makes him even giddier and out of element.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that,” Junsu purrs against his cheek, keeping his lips pressed to his skin. “Lift your hands please, I’m getting impatient.”
He does as requested, smirking when Junsu eyes his bare chest reverently and licks his lips unconsciously. The smirk is wiped off his face when fingers lightly splay over his abs and caress in lazy, swooping circles.
Junsu drops to his knees, slowly unzipping the fly of his jeans and he waits with bated breath. His ass sticks out, provocative and inviting. Jaejoong’s hands clench into tight fists.
“Do you love to tease Yoochun this much?” He asks with gritted teeth. “Make him scream and plead, until he’s not even begging, he’s just taking-”
“Fuck you,” Junsu hisses, displeasure writ large on his face. “Leave Yoochun out of this. Fuck him. This is only you and me, Joongie. You and me.”
His knees are held firmly and Jaejoong struggles in vain, trying not to buck up violently. Junsu runs his tongue carelessly all over his stomach, alternating between gentle, tender kisses and hard bites, sucking fervently on his skin. He works his way upwards and Junsu’s mouth waters at the sight of those two silver hoops through his friend’s nipples, the metal contrasting with the dusky pink.
Jaejoong whimpers when Junsu tongues his nipple violently, sucking hard and nipping lightly, pulling on the piercing. The other nipple receives the same sensual treatment until Junsu decides that he’s had enough of his fill, licking a heavy, wet stripe upward-
“Covering all your bases?” Jaejoong questions breathlessly, running his hands down Junsu’s thighs, feeling and cupping his ass, rubbing repeatedly-
“That’s right,” Junsu looks up and flushes, the older man’s face is taut and his eyes are stormy. He shivers and engages him in another kiss and their bodies start rubbing against each other’s urgently-
Junsu grabs him by the back of his neck, pulling roughly on his hair and burying his hands in the soft black strands. One of his thighs is wrapped around Jaejoong’s waist, held up by the older man who’s groping his ass, slipping his fingers under the boxer, stroking him insistently.
“Take it off,” Jaejoong whispers hotly, licking his ear.
“I want some water first,” Junsu whispers.
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His body is flung on the bed and Jaejoong hovers over him, leaning his head down and watching him quietly, not saying anything, not yet. Junsu reaches for the bottle of water and removes the cap. Jaejoong rubs his cheek against Junsu’s, catlike and soft.
“Cool off,” Junsu says huskily, watching him with rapt eyes.
Plump, pouty lips wrap around the bottle and Junsu rubs his throat after he swallows deeply. Trickles of water escape and slowly run down his neck, spilling all over his chest.
Junsu grabs the bottle before the older man finishes it off and they kiss fiercely-passionately-without hesitation-wet and hungry-hot-so fucking hot-
Jaejoong winces when he feels something cool and wet and then his head is soaked with water, bangs sticking to his forehead, their bodies are wet-
He mock-glares at Junsu who smiles innocently-
“Wasn’t me that doused your head with water,” Junsu pouts. “So what if-fuuuck-if I did? You need-do that again, Joongie, please- to cool off-”
“Shut up,” Jaejoong mutters and captures his lips again, not getting much protest. Rather, Junsu rubs his back and clamps his legs around his waist, refusing to let him go-
“Such a fucking tease and yet you act like an innocent little virgin,” Jaejoong growls, peeling off his wet briefs and yanking Junsu’s off. “Wearing my boxers and waiting for me, strip-teasing, dousing me with cold water, how bad do you want my lips around your cock, Su?”
“That,” Junsu gasps, running his fingers sensually through Jaejoong’s silky mop of hair. “That would be wonderful. Simply wonderful, baby.”
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Junsu throws his head back and nearly arches off the bed but Jaejoong is holding him down firmly. He looks away and moans, loud and shameless as Jaejoong drags his tongue hard, swiping around his slit insistently, running insistently-
Jaejoong stops and grabs his chin roughly, forcing him to look into his eyes-
“Look at me,” He demands heatedly, eyes swirling with emotion. “I want your eyes on me-”
“I don’t want to come, Joongie,” Junsu says in a small voice, looking flushed and embarrassed. “Been waiting so long for this. I don’t know if I can wait any longer. Please fuck me, Joongie, please, fuck me-”
Jaejoong wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he whispers, looking lost. “Do you-do you want to fuck me instead?”
Junsu’s eyes shine with rising emotion and tears drip down his cheeks. “I love you, Joongie,” he says softly. “Don’t do something you don’t want to do.”
“I would only trust you with this.” Jaejoong rubs his cheek. Junsu leans into his touch, pressing a moist, little kiss on his palm. “You don’t have to ever again-if you don’t want to. Just this once-please-I want you-I want to feel you-”
“Okay,” Junsu smiles gently. “I love you. Just-help me out here, okay? I…don’t know how to really go about this.”
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Junsu giggles as he tears open the condom packet and Jaejoong snickers. “Let me put it on for you,” he offers mischievously.
They’ve already undergone five minutes of insane torture when Junsu discovered the joys of finger-fucking. By the time, he was done prepping Jaejoong, the older man was sobbing and nearly wheezing, cursing at him (“stop-stop-I’m gonna come, you little minx-”) in husky rasps. Junsu watches with dark eyes as-
He slicks Junsu’s erect cock liberally with lube. Hitching of breath as he pulls the rubber on him and then he positions Junsu’s length at his entrance.
The younger boy looks almost frightened as he pushes in, cautious and slow. They wait for a second and then Jaejoong nods, silently offering him encouragement.
Junsu holds on to his friend’s hand for dear life and pushes in again, trying his best to breathe steady and not hurt his best friend. This is an entirely new experience, he’s only given with other men, and not even Yoochun has had this with him-
It is decidedly strange and yet not that surprising that his first time should be with Jaejoong. In fact, it makes sense.
He feels Jaejoong’s slicked passage clench around him and groans. So tight, his fogged brain manages to get out, so fucking tight.
The older man’s cheeks are flushed, wet hair in clumps and sticking to his forehead, his erect length brushing his stomach. Lips are swollen and red, limbs covered with a light sheen of sweat. Still so godamned beautiful, Junsu thinks with affection, always beautiful. Jaejoong’s eyes are glazed, lost in complete pleasure as he quickens the force of his thrusts-
“Faster,” Jaejoong demands in a breathy moan. “Faster, baby, faster-”
Sweat drips off Junsu’s forehead as he rams straight in and Jaejoong clenches around him purposely, smiling sensually when the younger man curses (“Fuck you, Jaejoong, fuck you to high hell and back, bastard-”)
Thrusts become erratic and then Jaejoong is crying freely, tears rolling down his cheeks-
“I love you,” He weeps. “Love you, Junsu, love you so much-Su, don’t leave me, don’t leave me, please-”
“Never,” Junsu pants and pushes in roughly. “Never, Joongie. Fuck, whenever you push me away, I’m just gonna make you fuck me harder. Fuck me till I’m screaming your name, making you crazy-”
Eyes roll back in ecstasy as orgasm is reached together, long and violent. Junsu pulls out and falls into Jaejoong’s waiting arms-
The words are spilling out of Jaejoong’s mouth, unrestrained and urgent-
“Always been in love with you,” he murmurs, wrapping his arm around Junsu’s waist. “Then-we had to run away-and I was so fucking scared-I was falling in love so fast-you were sick-I didn’t know if telling you was the right thing-plus, you were my family, my only best friend-supposing it never worked out and-who would take care of you then-”
Junsu cuts him off. “You think too much, Joongie.” He smiles tiredly, leaning in to peck his friend-no, lover (lover, he tells himself, moths and butterflies doing a little dance of victory hoops in his stomach)
“Yoochun-“Jaejoong starts with a worried frown. “We should call him-”
“He said he wouldn’t come in tonight,” Junsu murmurs and his lover looks at him incredulously.
“Did you two-plan this out or something-”Jaejoong splutters and the younger man winks, intertwining their fingers together.
“What do you think?” Junsu purrs contentedly, burying his head in Jaejoong’s neck.
“I think,” Jaejoong nips his nose lightly and slaps his ass reprovingly, ignoring the little yelp of protest. “I think you just drove me insane for the past two hours, with all that horrible teasing and seducing. How can such a pretty, slight bottom fuck like a pro?”
Junsu thwacks him upside the head, cheeks flushing a bright red and hides in the hollow of Jaejoong’s neck, muttering something about “ungrateful bastard, never topping again-”
“That’s fine with me too,” Jaejoong says with raised eyebrows. “That’s very fine with me, baby.”
He grimaces when his nipple is pinched and decides that thinking twice before teasing Junsu (his lover-Junsu-lover) is definitely not a bad idea.
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“Yoochun,” Yunho slurs, watching him with worried eyes. “Why you gotta be so godamned nice-”
He finishes off his whisky and shrugs. “I’m in love with him. He’s in love with Jaejoong and me. That’s what it is.”
Yoochun has run off to Yunho’s huge, lavish apartment and they’re really rather drunk at the moment. Drunk on their individual miseries and an almost-empty bottle of whiskey, Yunho moaning something about how Changmin is avoiding his calls and-
Junsu has begged him for this one night.
One night; he’ll give them that.
One night.
He pours himself a fourth glass of whiskey.
