[2PM] Animal
[Title] Animal
[Rating] NC-17
[Disclaimer] I don't own any of the 2PM boys.
[Pairings] Channuneo
[Summary] Chansung's an animal and it drives Junho crazy in more ways than one.
[Notes] Inspired by Junho and Chansung's "Back2U" fancams, which you can watch here and here. (No seriously, WATCH THEM.) In other news, I suck at titles and summaries lol. That said, enjoy. ♥
Hands on his chest, his back; caressing, squeezing. Warm curves pressed against him, sighs breathed across skin. Heavy beats pounded out of the speakers and fabric whispered past his shoulders to the rhythm, exposing his feverish body to the cool air. One glance at the mirror sent his temperature spiking further; Junho's reflection was staring intensely at his. When the other boy's hips rolled fluidly against his girl, he groaned and pulled his own dancer close, but the hard muscles he so craved were replaced by soft flesh instead, and he released another groan of disappointment.
For Chansung, the rehearsal took an eternity to end.
"You okay there?" said Wooyoung after they were dismissed. "You look flushed."
"Fine, fine," he said, eyes flickering about the room. "Where uh... where'd Junho go?"
Junsu shot him a knowing look. "He said something about washing up."
The snickers of his group mates echoed after him, but he ignored them, practically sprinting out of the rehearsal room.
He found Junho in the locker room, standing in front of an open locker. Silently, he approached his lover, watching with rapt fascination as the other boy took his shirt off, the back of his shoulders rippling. His hands moved on their own accord, sliding round the bare back to a firm chest. "You're a damn tease," he murmured close to Junho's ear.
Junho chuckled and slammed the locker shut. "What took you so long?"
As much as he enjoyed Junho's sensual playfulness, he was in no mood for foreplay; his arousal was already straining at his jeans to the point of agony. Grabbing the slim waist, Chansung ground roughly against Junho, relishing in the jolt of ecstasy that shot up his spine.
"Chansung," Junho gasped, startled. "Chansung, wait-"
Chansung jerked his hips forward again, smirking when Junho's words dissolved into a low moan. Spinning Junho around, he shoved the other into the lockers and continued to rock against him, hard and violent. It ended as quickly as it began; within minutes, Junho was crying his name, and he came soon after, sinking to the floor with his lover as his knees gave way.
"God you're such an animal," Junho sighed after a moment.
"Love you too," said Chansung with a contented smile.
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After the next rehearsal, it was Junho who snuck into Chansung's shower stall.
Not one to deny a wet - and very naked - Junho, Chansung tugged him forward and reached down to grasp his buttocks, pushing the smaller boy flush against his hips. Both of them hissed at the resulting friction, seconds before Junho cupped Chansung's face in his hands and drew him down to meld their mouths together. As Junho's tongue swept through his mouth possessively, Chansung kept massaging the ample flesh, purring into the kiss as he felt Junho's growing erection.
"I hate it when she touches you," Junho rasped when they broke apart.
Chansung nipped a burning trail down to Junho's chest. "I love it when you get jealous."
"Look, just..." Junho arched; Chansung swirled his tongue lazily around his right nipple. "Just fuck me already...!"
"God you're such an animal," Chansung said with a barking laugh.
If Junho had any comeback at all, Chansung never knew; he was sobbing too hard, bucking his hips down Chansung's fingers as they pumped and scissored with deliberate, agonizing slowness. Chansung liked it fast and dirty, but there was something so much more arousing about watching his lover writhe uncontrollably from his ministrations.
"Please," Junho begged.
Chansung shivered with excitement at the whine that escaped from Junho's throat when he withdrew his fingers. "Please what?" he whispered, gripping Junho's thighs to wrap round his waist and carefully lifting the other off the shower tiles.
"Inside," Junho ordered hoarsely, clutching at Chansung's shoulders. "Now."
"Demanding," Chansung chuckled, but he braced the smaller boy against the stall and obeyed, sliding in with one smooth thrust. They moved together in a rhythmic sync that could only be perfected from constant practice, with Chansung pressing in and Junho expertly mirroring his motions - or at least, that was how it started. Chansung slowed then, dropping his pace to a languid roll of his hips; it wasn't long before Junho's harsh pants turned into pleas to move faster, harder, please, and Chansung savoured the knowledge that he, and only he, could reduce the stoic emperor into such a state.
Until, likely as a combination of impatience and pure frustration, Junho bit down on Chansung's neck.
The savage move snapped something within Chansung, and with a raw moan, he began pounding into Junho so hard that the flimsy walls of the cramped stall shook from the impact.
"Chansung," Junho whimpered, "I - I'm -"
Chansung cut Junho off with a gentle kiss; he could tell that his lover was nearing his end. "Junho," he breathed into the other's mouth. "Come for me."
The next thrust sent Junho's back curling in a bow. As Junho trembled wildly in Chansung's arms, his head rolling back to reveal a slender neck dotted with dark marks - his marks - the sight pushed Chansung over the peak, releasing into Junho with a gasp of his name.
When the world returned to a less blinding shade of colour, Chansung finally registered a loud pounding noise on the stall's door.
"At least turn the water up to cover your voices!" Taecyeon yelled from outside.
"Some of us were trying to shower here," Nichkhun added testily. "In peace."
Unfazed by the shouting, Junho curled up comfortably against Chansung's chest. "We should take another shower," he mumbled wearily.
Chansung grinned. "You mean another shower, or another shower - ow!"
Junho pulled back his elbow and sighed. "You really are an animal."
"Mmm, love you too."
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Blood roared through his ears as the crowd's deafening screams rippled through the concert hall. He found Junho on the far end of the side walk, soaked to the bone and bouncing about with the energy of a hyperactive child. His eyes were drawn, mesmerized, to the way the wet shirt clung to the sturdy curves of his lover's toned body, and he was hit with the sudden urge to map out those lines with his tongue right there, right now.
So he told Junho, breathing in Junho's heady, musky scent as he leaned in, palm hot and heavy on the other's shoulder.
For a moment, Junho feigned ignorance, but he soon twisted back, eyelashes lowered ever so slightly. "Animal," he mouthed, eyes curving into half-moons, before he returned his attention to their fans as though nothing had happened.
And Chansung moved away, knowing that minutes later, Junho would be his to hold again - always.
[Rating] NC-17
[Disclaimer] I don't own any of the 2PM boys.
[Pairings] Channuneo
[Summary] Chansung's an animal and it drives Junho crazy in more ways than one.
[Notes] Inspired by Junho and Chansung's "Back2U" fancams, which you can watch here and here. (No seriously, WATCH THEM.) In other news, I suck at titles and summaries lol. That said, enjoy. ♥
Hands on his chest, his back; caressing, squeezing. Warm curves pressed against him, sighs breathed across skin. Heavy beats pounded out of the speakers and fabric whispered past his shoulders to the rhythm, exposing his feverish body to the cool air. One glance at the mirror sent his temperature spiking further; Junho's reflection was staring intensely at his. When the other boy's hips rolled fluidly against his girl, he groaned and pulled his own dancer close, but the hard muscles he so craved were replaced by soft flesh instead, and he released another groan of disappointment.
For Chansung, the rehearsal took an eternity to end.
"You okay there?" said Wooyoung after they were dismissed. "You look flushed."
"Fine, fine," he said, eyes flickering about the room. "Where uh... where'd Junho go?"
Junsu shot him a knowing look. "He said something about washing up."
The snickers of his group mates echoed after him, but he ignored them, practically sprinting out of the rehearsal room.
He found Junho in the locker room, standing in front of an open locker. Silently, he approached his lover, watching with rapt fascination as the other boy took his shirt off, the back of his shoulders rippling. His hands moved on their own accord, sliding round the bare back to a firm chest. "You're a damn tease," he murmured close to Junho's ear.
Junho chuckled and slammed the locker shut. "What took you so long?"
As much as he enjoyed Junho's sensual playfulness, he was in no mood for foreplay; his arousal was already straining at his jeans to the point of agony. Grabbing the slim waist, Chansung ground roughly against Junho, relishing in the jolt of ecstasy that shot up his spine.
"Chansung," Junho gasped, startled. "Chansung, wait-"
Chansung jerked his hips forward again, smirking when Junho's words dissolved into a low moan. Spinning Junho around, he shoved the other into the lockers and continued to rock against him, hard and violent. It ended as quickly as it began; within minutes, Junho was crying his name, and he came soon after, sinking to the floor with his lover as his knees gave way.
"God you're such an animal," Junho sighed after a moment.
"Love you too," said Chansung with a contented smile.
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After the next rehearsal, it was Junho who snuck into Chansung's shower stall.
Not one to deny a wet - and very naked - Junho, Chansung tugged him forward and reached down to grasp his buttocks, pushing the smaller boy flush against his hips. Both of them hissed at the resulting friction, seconds before Junho cupped Chansung's face in his hands and drew him down to meld their mouths together. As Junho's tongue swept through his mouth possessively, Chansung kept massaging the ample flesh, purring into the kiss as he felt Junho's growing erection.
"I hate it when she touches you," Junho rasped when they broke apart.
Chansung nipped a burning trail down to Junho's chest. "I love it when you get jealous."
"Look, just..." Junho arched; Chansung swirled his tongue lazily around his right nipple. "Just fuck me already...!"
"God you're such an animal," Chansung said with a barking laugh.
If Junho had any comeback at all, Chansung never knew; he was sobbing too hard, bucking his hips down Chansung's fingers as they pumped and scissored with deliberate, agonizing slowness. Chansung liked it fast and dirty, but there was something so much more arousing about watching his lover writhe uncontrollably from his ministrations.
"Please," Junho begged.
Chansung shivered with excitement at the whine that escaped from Junho's throat when he withdrew his fingers. "Please what?" he whispered, gripping Junho's thighs to wrap round his waist and carefully lifting the other off the shower tiles.
"Inside," Junho ordered hoarsely, clutching at Chansung's shoulders. "Now."
"Demanding," Chansung chuckled, but he braced the smaller boy against the stall and obeyed, sliding in with one smooth thrust. They moved together in a rhythmic sync that could only be perfected from constant practice, with Chansung pressing in and Junho expertly mirroring his motions - or at least, that was how it started. Chansung slowed then, dropping his pace to a languid roll of his hips; it wasn't long before Junho's harsh pants turned into pleas to move faster, harder, please, and Chansung savoured the knowledge that he, and only he, could reduce the stoic emperor into such a state.
Until, likely as a combination of impatience and pure frustration, Junho bit down on Chansung's neck.
The savage move snapped something within Chansung, and with a raw moan, he began pounding into Junho so hard that the flimsy walls of the cramped stall shook from the impact.
"Chansung," Junho whimpered, "I - I'm -"
Chansung cut Junho off with a gentle kiss; he could tell that his lover was nearing his end. "Junho," he breathed into the other's mouth. "Come for me."
The next thrust sent Junho's back curling in a bow. As Junho trembled wildly in Chansung's arms, his head rolling back to reveal a slender neck dotted with dark marks - his marks - the sight pushed Chansung over the peak, releasing into Junho with a gasp of his name.
When the world returned to a less blinding shade of colour, Chansung finally registered a loud pounding noise on the stall's door.
"At least turn the water up to cover your voices!" Taecyeon yelled from outside.
"Some of us were trying to shower here," Nichkhun added testily. "In peace."
Unfazed by the shouting, Junho curled up comfortably against Chansung's chest. "We should take another shower," he mumbled wearily.
Chansung grinned. "You mean another shower, or another shower - ow!"
Junho pulled back his elbow and sighed. "You really are an animal."
"Mmm, love you too."
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Blood roared through his ears as the crowd's deafening screams rippled through the concert hall. He found Junho on the far end of the side walk, soaked to the bone and bouncing about with the energy of a hyperactive child. His eyes were drawn, mesmerized, to the way the wet shirt clung to the sturdy curves of his lover's toned body, and he was hit with the sudden urge to map out those lines with his tongue right there, right now.
So he told Junho, breathing in Junho's heady, musky scent as he leaned in, palm hot and heavy on the other's shoulder.
For a moment, Junho feigned ignorance, but he soon twisted back, eyelashes lowered ever so slightly. "Animal," he mouthed, eyes curving into half-moons, before he returned his attention to their fans as though nothing had happened.
And Chansung moved away, knowing that minutes later, Junho would be his to hold again - always.