Fic: Re-Direction
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This is my reply to people asking for a second part to misdirection
I couldn't really contrive a scenario of how to get the three of them onto a bike so I decided to take the begining of the cf where they are all together in the hotel room before they go on a mad adventure to find JaeMin.
So here goes. I appologize slightly the way I wrote this one came out different from the JaeMin.
Title:Re-direction
Author: Dreaminthepast
Pairing: YooHoSu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, which is purly fiction.
This is my reply to people asking for a second part to misdirection
I couldn't really contrive a scenario of how to get the three of them onto a bike so I decided to take the begining of the cf where they are all together in the hotel room before they go on a mad adventure to find JaeMin.
So here goes. I appologize slightly the way I wrote this one came out different from the JaeMin.
Title:Re-direction
Author: Dreaminthepast
Pairing: YooHoSu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, which is purly fiction.
"My phone," Yunho gasped, "My phone is ringing."
"Just leave it; they don't need you you. Junsu make him leave it," Yoochun growled low in his throat and instantly it all came flooding back just how low the man's voice really was.
Sweat glistened like diamonds off Yunho's skin and he couldn't even begin to recall how they ended up sprawled naked on the hotel b ed as he pushed his head back exposing his neck, allowing Yoochun to collect the droplets like a greedy panhandler, open mouthed kissing and a serching tongue until he swallowed Yunho's strangled cry as Junsu took the leader's erection back into his mouth. He could feel his body on fire surrounded by the two people who served as the spark and the fuel. Yoochun; above him allowig his skilled tongue to plunder his mouth, intoxicating taste of wine lingered from their afternoon meal while Junsu; kneeling at the foot of the bed, pulled sensation from his body, kept him on the edge but unable to fall.
It was truly maddening.
Two hands brushed along his sides; Yoochun's he was pretty sure and when he opened his eyes he could see the pianist's body crawling over him, expanses of skin that he could reach as easily as the man's love for the both of them.
Yunho licked as much skin as he could reach, a nipple even if he had to shift; to cheat to get to it, but the groan that came as a resault of the action was well worth it. His own groan intertwined and Junsu was playing dirty, trailed his tongue down the cleft of his ass just before Yoochun bit along the skin under the leader's navel.
"Oh fuck," Yunho clamped his eyes shut, trued no to cum and he felt two smirks on his skin.
"You're beginning to sound like Jaejoong," Junsu giggled pushing up to take Yoochun's mouth with his own, sharing Yunho in as many ways as he could, the taste filled Yoochun's senses, flooded his system, a groan of approval in his throat. The second groan Junsu wasn't expecting until he could appropriate a more accurate view, saw Yunho run his hands along Yoochun's ass before he was able to take the pianist's erection into his mouth, reciprocity being a bitch and all.
"May I?" Yoochun grinned taking Junsu up on his willingness to share their band leader, continued Junsu's litany in his own rhythm as he watched the dancer coat a finger in lubricant, encourage Yunho's pliant body to let him in.
The leaer reluctantly let Yoochun slip from his lips, the need for more air into his lungs than what breathing through his nose could provide and he panted as his two band mates; his two lovers, pulled reason from his body.
"Not enough," Yunho pleaded bending a leg, foot meeting cool sheets as he felt Yoochun push at his other leg, spreading them apart before another finger was introduced into his body. Yoochun's finger; he was sure of it, Junsu's moan in tandem with his own confirming the thought and the nerves in his body tingled in over-stimulation creating a maddeningly needy response.
A brush of Yoochun's skin brought the leader back to his place in their dance and Yunho swirled his tongue around the head of Yoochun's cock, trailed it along the underside as he took the man back into his mouth, the moan of approval pooling lust and love in his heart, he would do anything in his power to make this man; these men, happy.
When the two deemed him ready Yunho could feel them pull away momentarily until Junsu stood, an Adonis in his own regard, Yunho loved staring at the younger man but loved closing his eyes to feel him press into his body even more. With an unsteady hand to guide him Yunho lifted his legs so he could wrap them around the dancer's trim waist; Yoochun creating incoherent sounds as he watched Junsu establish a maddeningly lazy rhythm, mimic movements produced on stage for millions of screaming fans.
Yunho's sole cry emulated that defining sound as he arched in pleasure.
"Yoochun," Junsu's voice called to the other man pulling him to lift his head for a kiss, Junsu tasting Yunho on the other's lips. The pianist looked lazily pliant as Junsu kissed him, an opportunity for Yunho to palm the tiny tube towards him and muffle the pop of the cap.
Everything took on a dead silence when Yunho ghosted a finger over Yoochun's opening and it waws as if in that moment that time hit the pause button only to be presed forward in the next second as a pleasure laden cry rang out, Yunho easing a finger into Yoochun's body, curling it slightly until the pianist couldn't hold onto reason any longer releasing into Yunho's mouth.
The catalyst, visual stimulation and eroticism combined and Junsu fell watching Yoochun loose himself in the pleasure Yunho gave; the dancer's hips jerking forward allowing Yunho and himself to fall together, both of them shaking as Junsu leaned forward to kiss along Yoochun's back, needed to include him in their shared climax.
When it was all over three satiated bodies lay intertwined on the bed, lazy kisses passing between them until Yunho began to fidget.
"You can never relax and truely enjoy yourself can you?" Yoochun sighed passing the leader what he was looking for, watched with sleepy eyes as Junsu snuggled close to Yunho on the other side.
"I'm sorry," Yunho needed to apologize, knew he owed it to the two of them to let his guard down long enough to just let it all go. "I just need to know everything is ok."
"Everything is fine fearless leader-sshi," Junsu smiled into Yunho's chest, head pillowed for maximum comfortability as Yoochun took the phone from his hands looking at the screen before turning it off.
"Changmin can take care of Jaejoong, the world will be safe while you sleep."
"Just leave it; they don't need you you. Junsu make him leave it," Yoochun growled low in his throat and instantly it all came flooding back just how low the man's voice really was.
Sweat glistened like diamonds off Yunho's skin and he couldn't even begin to recall how they ended up sprawled naked on the hotel b ed as he pushed his head back exposing his neck, allowing Yoochun to collect the droplets like a greedy panhandler, open mouthed kissing and a serching tongue until he swallowed Yunho's strangled cry as Junsu took the leader's erection back into his mouth. He could feel his body on fire surrounded by the two people who served as the spark and the fuel. Yoochun; above him allowig his skilled tongue to plunder his mouth, intoxicating taste of wine lingered from their afternoon meal while Junsu; kneeling at the foot of the bed, pulled sensation from his body, kept him on the edge but unable to fall.
It was truly maddening.
Two hands brushed along his sides; Yoochun's he was pretty sure and when he opened his eyes he could see the pianist's body crawling over him, expanses of skin that he could reach as easily as the man's love for the both of them.
Yunho licked as much skin as he could reach, a nipple even if he had to shift; to cheat to get to it, but the groan that came as a resault of the action was well worth it. His own groan intertwined and Junsu was playing dirty, trailed his tongue down the cleft of his ass just before Yoochun bit along the skin under the leader's navel.
"Oh fuck," Yunho clamped his eyes shut, trued no to cum and he felt two smirks on his skin.
"You're beginning to sound like Jaejoong," Junsu giggled pushing up to take Yoochun's mouth with his own, sharing Yunho in as many ways as he could, the taste filled Yoochun's senses, flooded his system, a groan of approval in his throat. The second groan Junsu wasn't expecting until he could appropriate a more accurate view, saw Yunho run his hands along Yoochun's ass before he was able to take the pianist's erection into his mouth, reciprocity being a bitch and all.
"May I?" Yoochun grinned taking Junsu up on his willingness to share their band leader, continued Junsu's litany in his own rhythm as he watched the dancer coat a finger in lubricant, encourage Yunho's pliant body to let him in.
The leaer reluctantly let Yoochun slip from his lips, the need for more air into his lungs than what breathing through his nose could provide and he panted as his two band mates; his two lovers, pulled reason from his body.
"Not enough," Yunho pleaded bending a leg, foot meeting cool sheets as he felt Yoochun push at his other leg, spreading them apart before another finger was introduced into his body. Yoochun's finger; he was sure of it, Junsu's moan in tandem with his own confirming the thought and the nerves in his body tingled in over-stimulation creating a maddeningly needy response.
A brush of Yoochun's skin brought the leader back to his place in their dance and Yunho swirled his tongue around the head of Yoochun's cock, trailed it along the underside as he took the man back into his mouth, the moan of approval pooling lust and love in his heart, he would do anything in his power to make this man; these men, happy.
When the two deemed him ready Yunho could feel them pull away momentarily until Junsu stood, an Adonis in his own regard, Yunho loved staring at the younger man but loved closing his eyes to feel him press into his body even more. With an unsteady hand to guide him Yunho lifted his legs so he could wrap them around the dancer's trim waist; Yoochun creating incoherent sounds as he watched Junsu establish a maddeningly lazy rhythm, mimic movements produced on stage for millions of screaming fans.
Yunho's sole cry emulated that defining sound as he arched in pleasure.
"Yoochun," Junsu's voice called to the other man pulling him to lift his head for a kiss, Junsu tasting Yunho on the other's lips. The pianist looked lazily pliant as Junsu kissed him, an opportunity for Yunho to palm the tiny tube towards him and muffle the pop of the cap.
Everything took on a dead silence when Yunho ghosted a finger over Yoochun's opening and it waws as if in that moment that time hit the pause button only to be presed forward in the next second as a pleasure laden cry rang out, Yunho easing a finger into Yoochun's body, curling it slightly until the pianist couldn't hold onto reason any longer releasing into Yunho's mouth.
The catalyst, visual stimulation and eroticism combined and Junsu fell watching Yoochun loose himself in the pleasure Yunho gave; the dancer's hips jerking forward allowing Yunho and himself to fall together, both of them shaking as Junsu leaned forward to kiss along Yoochun's back, needed to include him in their shared climax.
When it was all over three satiated bodies lay intertwined on the bed, lazy kisses passing between them until Yunho began to fidget.
"You can never relax and truely enjoy yourself can you?" Yoochun sighed passing the leader what he was looking for, watched with sleepy eyes as Junsu snuggled close to Yunho on the other side.
"I'm sorry," Yunho needed to apologize, knew he owed it to the two of them to let his guard down long enough to just let it all go. "I just need to know everything is ok."
"Everything is fine fearless leader-sshi," Junsu smiled into Yunho's chest, head pillowed for maximum comfortability as Yoochun took the phone from his hands looking at the screen before turning it off.
"Changmin can take care of Jaejoong, the world will be safe while you sleep."