“Oh God, yes!” The moans coming from Yoochun’s mouth were obscene, primal cries dragged up from his very soul. The pleasure waves crashing over his body more than made up for the subtle pain of Yunho’s movements, each moment more orgasmic than the next. “Yes, right there! Right there!”
Yunho stopped kneading at Yoochun’s lower back, bending over the baritone’s shoulder. Sitting astride of the young man’s hips, his knees dimpled the bedcovers, supporting his weight on the bed. The scent of cloves and menthol filled the air, a wash of cardamom red salve spread thin over Yoochun’s aching muscles.
“Stop moving so much,” The leader scolded. “You’re making it hard for me to find the knots.”
“I can’t help it. It feels so good.” Yoochun purred under Yunho’s hands, letting his body relax until he nearly oozed over the bed. “I love to have your fingers on me.”
“It would be better if they were in you.” He laid a kiss on the space between Yoochun’s shoulder blades. The Tiger Balm tasted spicy on his tongue, redolent with the baritone’s masculine scent. “But I think if we did that, you’d be stiffer than a piece of Pocky when I got through with you.”
“Guess you’d be right.” Nodding, the man turned his cheek and rested it on the pillow. The linens were soft under him and smelled of his best friend. “But I’d be willing to try once I stop aching a bit.”
“I can’t believe you walked Changmin into end of the couch.” Yunho pushed down against a tight spot on Yoochun’s shoulders, working the tenseness from the bulge.
“I can’t believe he didn’t wake up,” Yoochun snorted. “He slipped. Carrying him is like trying to herd a jellyfish. Just when you think you have it under control, something slides away and over your hands.”
“Be glad you haven’t run into him during dancing,” The older man laughed. “He’s tangled himself into me more than once. I think I’ve had more bruises from just standing next to him than I get from having sex with Jaejoong.”
“Try waking him up.”
“No thanks. I’ve done that. Don’t you remember my split lip?” Yunho sighed, remembering the flailing punches he’d dodged before one finally landed, a hazard of waking their youngest up. “He doesn’t hit Jaejoong.”
“I think he’s afraid of being bitten.” Another sigh escaped Yoochun, a contented slither of a noise. “Jae bites when he’s pissed.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. The inside of my thigh is scarred from when I teased him about being a horrible lover. I didn’t walk straight for a week.”
“I was wondering about that. I thought maybe he was denying you sex and you were just stubborn about not letting any one of us touch you.” The baritone twisted, turning over to stare up at his friend.
“Well that too,” Yunho shrugged. Stretching out besides Yoochun, he slid an arm around the other man’s waist, cradling against him. Sparse hair angled down from the baritone’s navel, something he let Jaejoong wax off when they were touring. Spending time off meant Yoochun let the small trail alone, and Yunho appreciated the soft silky feel of the hair between his fingers. “I wish you’d let this alone. I like it.”
“Our fans want us to be boys, remember?” Yoochun tilted his head, resting against Yunho’s shoulder. “Although I think that’s changing. We can’t stop Changmin from growing up. He’s the last of our innocence.”
“Min was never innocent.” They both laughed, trying to reconcile the sweetness of Min’s first persona with the sarcastic, playful young man they knew. “Junsu is our angel.”
“Not Jae?” Yoochun asked, thinking on the matter. “No, Jaejoong is our lost kitten. Picked up the wrong way and there’s claws and teeth. But if you grab him right and know where to pet, he’s all purrs and love.”
“True.” Yunho’s mouth traced over Yoochun’s throat. “You taste good. Like oranges.”
“New soap, I think.” Lifting his arm, he sniffed at himself. “Yeah, that’s the one Junsu bought. I liked it.”
“It smells nice. Like candied tangerines.” The young man, lured by the scent of Yoochun and citrus, covered the baritone with his own body.
Elongating himself, Yunho slid his feet down Yoochun’s legs, working his toes between the other man’s. They fought with their big toes, alternating capturing one another’s digits and losing the momentary battle. Howling with victory, Yunho snagged at Yoochun’s foot, wrestling the younger man down into the mattress as he bucked under him.
“Hey no fair! You’ve got monkey toes!” Screaming in protest, Yoochun struggled to get free, losing his breath with laughter. “I don’t have monkey toes! You all are freaks!”
“Ah, you’re an alien.” He chewed on the other man’s shoulder, giving Yoochun the giggles. “You’re a spy! Now I have to eat you and hide the evidence.”
“Okay, deal.” Yoochun gasped, feeling Yunho’s hands on his waist. Tilting his head up, he kissed the leader on the cheek. “Do you want some chili sauce?”
“No, I think I’ll just take you as you are.” Licking at the skin below Yoochun’s navel, Yunho trailed a line of spit for his lips to follow. He suckled at the dark line, taking his time to savor the taste of oranges he found there. “Hey, do me a favour?”
“Yeah, sure,” Yoochun’s words were tight, strangled by the heated lump in his throat.
“Move your butt up a little bit so I can get these sweats off of you.” The baritone’s hips canted up and Yunho gripped the fleece, tugging the elastic band down over Yoochun’s ass. Pulling the pants all the way off, Yunho rested back on his haunches and stared down at the man’s naked body. “Damn you look good, Chunnie.”
“Stop staring,” Blushing, Yoochun stammered, moving his hands over his growing sex. “You’re making me shy.”
“You’re always shy.” Bending down, Yunho licked at the turgid flesh he’d stroked to a rigid hardness. Smiling at Yoochun’s startled gasp, he continued to lave at the head, working around the head.
“You make me shy.” He felt the blush of his bashfulness creep over his face.
The leader’s confidence and cocky playful arrogance was awe-inspiring. Strong in the glare of the media and the public, Yunho’s warmth and goofy nature was shared only with the other members, a benevolent father that snuck snacks to slightly misbehaved children. Forcing himself to let Yunho roam over his body felt strange. Yoochun had always spent their time together with his body or mouth wrapped around the older man. To have Yunho bent over his hips and sucking at his sex was an incredible, and rare, experience.
“No need to be shy, our Chunnie,” Yunho murmured. “Let me take care of you. Just enjoy.”
How could he refuse? Yoochun wondered. The older man’s mouth was hot and slick around his shaft. A few moments passed then the rough burr of Yunho’s tongue raked at the ridge, stroking at the softer skin at the head. Creeping electricity worked up from his crotch, a crackling sensual tide cresting over his brain.
Yunho stroked at the base of Yoochun’s sex, rubbing his thumb along the vein that worked up from the root. He slide the length down his throat, working the muscles of his tongue around the shaft. He knew from the gurgling moans that Yoochun was about to loose control and the small jumps of the man’s penis worked the head across the crinkles of his palate. Pulling back, he left a string of spit connecting his mouth to Yoochun’s heft, his tongue playing at the head’s rim.
Yoochun’s hands clenched at the sheets, kneading the linens between his fingers. Thrusting his hips up, he moved himself in and out of Yunho’s open mouth, the leader reaching between the baritone’s legs to tease at the clenched ring hidden under Yoochun’s tightened sac. A drip of saliva gave Yunho enough lubricant to slide the tip of his finger into Yoochun’s body.
“There you go, Chunnie,” Yunho skimmed his finger tip around the ring, working the other man into a frenzy. Sucking at the weeping pout of Yoochun’s sex, Yunho lapped at the creamy seed.
“God, Yunnie.” Gasping, Yoochun arched his body, shoving deeper into Yunho’s mouth. The older man’s fingers were moving in, working against the sweet spot that sent tingles all through his body. His hands shoved at Yunho’s shoulders, pushing the older man up while shoving himself further down Yunho’s fingers. “God, right there. Please, more. God, hell yes. More.”
Pulling free, Yunho grinned at Yoochun’s tortured whimper, smiling at the protesting growls that threatened to unman him if he moved. The grousing threats increased when he pulled his fingers free, a gnashing mewling grumble that threatened Yunho’s life.
“Don’t worry, Chunnie.” Yunho bent down between Yoochun’s thighs, gripping the back of the other man’s knees and pulling the baritone’s legs up over his shoulders. Small white spurts splashed between them, the hot liquid seeping from Yoochun’s spit-slickened sex as excitement began to build back up in the man’s body. “I’m going to give you more. Much much more.”