disclaimer: I do not own Jaejoong and Changmin (or the rest of DBSK).
Although I really wish they are mine. They are from their rightful owner (SM Ent).
credits: as tagged on image banner
*i wrote this months back and this is
still RAW. no editing or whatsover.
i did this shotgun style, haha!
will be greatly appreciated!
(and yes, i'm spreading jaemin love! <3)
Sweat slowly trickled down the nape of his neck like torture. He was breathing deeply, trying to get all the air for himself. He’s hard. So damn hard. And he needs to relieve this uneasy feeling sooner or later.
“Damn hormones…” Changmin muttered to himself as he sat up on his bed, his legs far apart to give space to his aching member. He glanced up on the wall.
“sheet. And we still have a lot of activities tomorrow… nice work buddy.” He said as he looked down between his thighs.
That’s a tent alright.
His hands reached for the bedside table and opened the drawer.
He was about to pour some lubricant on his hands when he heard the door creaked. He hurriedly placed the tube under his pillow and plopped himself back on the bed, his back facing the door.
Cautious footsteps began to enter the room.
Changmin struggled to maintain his breathing casual and relaxed while sensing any movements made by his unexpected visitor. Suddenly, he felt the bed put on some weight from the other side.
He heard his name being whispered, spoken softly by someone he knew too well.
Does he know I’m awake?
Suddenly, the hairs of his back rise up as he felt Jaejoong’s warmth emanating from his body like an aura.
“I know that you’re already sleeping but I hope you don’t mind if I sleep here tonight. I’ll tell you my story when you wake up tomorrow morning. Good night maknae.”
Changmin can loudly hear his own heartbeat amidst the silence of the whole room. It would seem to be like an eternity already since Jaejoong said good night to him and he still couldn’t sleep. On the other hand, his member was nowhere near from being limp. In fact, ever since he felt Jaejoong’s presence it became harder.
Am I being turned on by hyung??
Aniya…this can’t be happening.
THIS SHOULD NOT BE HAPPENING.
We are like mother and son.
The umma and the maknae.
It would be incest!
But then, that was only dictated by the fans…
If yunjae can exist publicly,
why can’t joongshim?
Although this time it would be right to
describe it as private…
His mind was rambling nonstop. Only then that he stopped his genius reasonings when he found himself breathing right in front of Jaejoong’s sleeping face.
Even before he could gasp, he brought his hand to cover his mouth and prevented any sound from coming out.
He was about to toss to the opposite side when his eyes caught Jaejoong’s half-parted lips.
Plump and luscious.
He felt himself drowning in the scene, and he has no plans of being pulled out from the sight in front of him.
His eyes were studying each and every curve of Jaejoong’s features in the dimness of the room, memorizing where they start and end. He watched his chest rise and fall with every breath inhaled. He imagined how they would look without his tank on, moist and wet because of sweat. He feasted on his arms, still could not believe that this beautiful person has the manliest arms among them. He saw them around his neck and pulling him closer, their bodies crushing against each other and leaving no spaces between them. Then his gaze moved down to his tiny waist. It must be so fragile even just to touch it. What more if he straddled this waist under him, writhing and spasming into him.
His lungs were releasing ragged breaths already, and his member twitching badly under his sweat pants.
I can’t hold it much longer…
He brought his face closer to Jaejoong, his warm breath penetrating into his senses.
Changmin crushed his full lips on Jaejoong’s, not allowing the latter to finish his line. Jaejoong’s eyes widened as he felt the young man’s lips on him, kissing him hard like a pro. He sucked hard on his lower lip, eliciting a moan in response. Then he felt his tongue asking for further entrance into his mouth, and he was surprised himself when he welcomed it openly.
Lips were locking and sucking, trying to dry up each other’s mouths. While the maknae’s hands were moving behind Jaejoong’s back and neck, trying to get each other closer than possible. He moved deeper into his mouth, scraping the sides of his tongue. He released another moan.
Jaejoong pushed Changmin’s body for a while and looked at him intensely.
“Are you sure of what you’re doing?”
“C’mon hyung…I need you… badly.” His eyes full of lust and desire.
With that he moved his waist against Jaejoong’s. They both groaned with the contact.
“Changmin-ah… you’re watching too much porn…”
“You want me to stop?” He asked.
“Yes. Instead, use me to relieve your stress... if that’s what you call it.”
Jaejoong then pulled Changmin to him, meeting his lips again. Their wanton desire ignited as they felt each other’s body grinding each other.
I think this is much better than jacking off alone.
Nice work buddy.
They continued on, exploring every inch, feeling the skin and sweat against each other.
Joongshim has awaken.
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