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Playing Truth or Dare with Jaejoong was always dangerous.
Junsu should have known it by now. Over the years the older teen had made him swim naked in a community pool, serenade one of Jaejoong’s sisters in her birthday party in front of all the quests, write a love letter to another one of Jaejoong’s sisters, give a lap dance to Heechul, Jaejoong’s friend, and kiss Yoochun, Junsu’s classmate. Afterwards, Yoochun had not been able to look him in the eye for three days straight and it had taken another week for Junsu to persuade his friend to come over again. Also, Junsu had to promise him to never talk about The Kiss Incident again.
Junsu smiled at the memory. It had been two years ago. He had been thirteen by then and it had not been his first kiss. He had had his very first kiss at twelve with Jaejoong himself. They had been playing Truth or Dare, of course.
Heechul, contrary to Yoochun, had started visiting much more frequently after the impromptu lap dance. And every time the elder was hanging out with them, they somehow ended up playing Truth or Dare.
Right now, however, there were only Junsu, Junho and Jaejoong. It was summer, the school was over and Junsu’s and Junho’s parents had gone on a three-day business trip. Jaejoong’s parents were staying at town – and two of his older sisters were still living with the family –, but all of them had work during the day and the house was empty, save Jaejoong. So he had invited the twins over.
“Junho, truth or dare?”
Junsu looked at his brother with a grin. Junho had already chosen truth four times. The first questions had been pretty tame, but then Junsu had had him talk about the time he had been caught masturbating by his English teacher (“Seriously, hyung? Who does that in a school bathroom?“) and after that Jaejoong had asked him for a detailed description of the latest porn movie he had watched. Junho had tried to argue that ‘truth’ does not entail an explicit description, but Jaejoong had sent him his sweetest and most terrifying smile, asking if he wanted to switch his choice for a dare and re-enact the said porn instead.
So now Junho was sitting on the bed, his legs pressed together and Jaejoong’s pillow placed strategically on his lap since the porn question, eyeing his older friend with a vaguely scared expression. A drop of sweat formed on his temple and slid down across his flushed cheek and Junsu could not miss the opportunity to point it out.
“You’re sweating, hyung. What are you thinking about that’s making you this hot and bothered?”
Junho sent him a dirty look and mumbled, “The weather’s too hot, dumbass,” before turning to Jaejoong and glaring at him as well.
“You’re ganging up on me!” he complained. “Whenever it’s your or Junsu’s turn, you both always pick me!”
Jaejoong shrugged. “And you get to pick us. I’d say we’re even.”
“But I have been going much easier on you.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Next time I’m making you strip.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Nothing you haven’t seen before. Now choose. Truth or dare?”
“Do you even have to ask, hyung?” Junsu quipped and shuffled backwards on the bed to lean his back against the wall. The hard surface felt cool through his shirt – a nice contrast to the stuffy air in the room, even if the ceiling fan was running on maximum. Junho was right, the weather was pretty hot. “He’ll take a truth anyway, just ask him the question.”
Jaejoong hummed. “Okay… What was your latest wet dream about and how…”
“Dare!”
“What? You don’t want to tell us about your dreams?”
“Fuck off, hyung. Dare.”
An evil glint appeared in Jaejoong’s eye. He looked at Junho, then at Junsu, then at Junho again. Junsu giggled, bouncing on the bed with excitement. Junho seemed more terrified with every passing second.
“Jerk off your brother.”
It took a few seconds to process. But when Junsu finally caught on what Jaejoong had said, he choked on a laugh and started coughing. Junho’s eyes grew wide as saucers.
“What?” the twins asked together, Junho’s face now strangely pale and Junsu still hacking up his lungs.
“I dare you,” Jaejoong motioned at Junho, “to jerk Junsu off.”
“Wait, no.” Junsu had finally recovered from his coughing fit and scooted away from Jaejoong. “It should be his dare alone. Not mine. It’s not my turn.”
Junho nodded vigorously.
“It isn’t your dare,” Jaejoong argued, grinning like a maniac. “You don’t have to do anything. Only sit back and enjoy.”
“No, it’s not…” Junho started. A bit of colour had come back on his face and now several drops of sweat were making their way down to his jaw. He looked positively terrified.
“You made Junsu suck my fingers earlier,” Jaejoong interrupted him. “Did I talk back to you? Technically it wasn’t my dare either. And you asked me to lick Junsu’s neck. Did he protest? It’s almost impossible to play this game if we limit every player’s dare with only themselves.”
“Hyung, I’m not jerking Junsu off. He’s my brother. What if I dared you to finger Sooyoung-noona?”
Jaejoong’s grin turned into a half-hearted glare. “We have a rule about not physically involving people who are not playing. Remember? And we had to make this rule because you told Junsu to bite Mikyeong-noona’s butt and…”
“It was through the clothes!”
“… and she told your mother and both of you were grounded for a day. Remember?”
“But that… that’s…” Junho fell silent and only smacked his mouth. His earlier paleness had been replaced with a fierce blush, the colour spreading even to his neck. Junsu licked his lips nervously and raked a hand through his hair. He guessed he did not look much better than his twin.
Jaejoong watched them, the remnants of his smile disappearing and a sliver of uncertainty creeping into his eyes. And there was something else as well. Something that Junsu did not like at all.
“Well, if you really think it’s too much for you…”
Junho threw a quick glance at Junsu. “Can I just answer that wet dream question?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Yeah, okay. I mean… if you don’t dare to do it, then you don’t and that’s it.”
Pity.
The thing in Jaejoong’s eyes. It was pity.
And Junsu hated it when people pitied him.
“What, hyung, you think we wouldn’t dare?”
“Su, what the fuck?”
Two pairs of eyes were on him. Junho, still blushing, stared at him with a stunned expression. Jaejoong seemed less surprised, but even his cheeks had turned into a light shade of pink.
“He gave you an out, because he felt sorry for you,” Junsu explained to Junho. “Because he thinks you’re a wimp.”
“What, Junsu, no,” Jaejoong started. “I don’t…”
“Because it is quite a wimpy thing to do if you only pick truths and not a single dare.”
“Junsu, I don’t think…”
An understanding dawned in Junho’s eyes. They were not very similar, despite being twins, but if there was one thing in common, it was their absolute dislike towards losing. And if Junho failed a dare, it meant that he had lost. A coward. A wimp.
“What?” Junho scoffed, interrupting Jaejoong. “He thinks I won’t dare?”
“Guys, you really don’t have to…”
“Oh, come on, hyung,” Junsu huffed, the irritation making his words bolder than he actually felt. “We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times. We both have walked on each other jerking off. He’ll be only touching my dick, no big deal. It’s not like you asked him to fuck me.”
Junho flinched at the choice of his words, but stared at Jaejoong with a newfound resolve. Jaejoong stared back, his surprise morphing into a smug satisfaction. Junsu could not help but feel a bit played by the eldest, strongly suspecting that Jaejoong had pressed the “you don’t dare” button simply because he knew how much it set them off, but there was no chance Junsu would have backed off now.
“Okay!” he exclaimed, ending Jaejoong’s and Junho’s staring match. “Let’s do it!”
Junho nodded resolutely and sent Jaejoong one last petulant look, before turning to Junsu. “Um… how…”
Junsu felt his face heating up again, even warmer than the stuffy afternoon air in the room. He unfolded his legs and pulled his knees up to his chin, hugging them to ground himself. “Uh… maybe… maybe I’ll just take my pants off and… well… you know.”
Junho swallowed and nodded again. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
“I can help you,” Jaejoong offered cheerfully when Junsu made no move to undress. Junsu scowled at him, but released his legs and knelt down on the bed. Quickly, before he could second-guess himself, he untied the drawstring of his shorts and stood on his knees to pull them down. The fabric bunched around his thighs rather uncomfortably when he sat back on his heels, so he stretched his legs out in front of him and took the shorts off altogether.
“Okay… well…”
“Your boxers too,” Junho said.
“Ah, yes… okay. Okay.”
Junsu took a deep breath. He could do this. Both Junho and Jaejoong had seen him naked before. And he had seen them naked. They had changed their clothes in front of each other more times than he could count. They had been in sauna together. He could totally do this.
His hands were shaking when he hooked his thumbs under the waistband. Taking another breath, Junsu screwed his eyes shut and lifted his hips. Heart pounding and head a little light, he pushed the boxers down, over his thighs, knees and calves, accidentally flinging them on the floor in his haste.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at the others. Jaejoong’s face was a mixture of excitement and disbelief, as he stared unashamedly at Junsu’s crotch. Junsu made an embarrassed noise and covered himself with his hands before turning to his brother.
Junho, contrary to Jaejoong, was looking anywhere but at Junsu. His cheeks were flushed dark red and he was absently licking his dry lips, fingers fiddling with the pillow still in his lap. He was shaking his right leg, as he usually did when he was nervous.
Junsu did not trust his voice at the moment, so he coughed to get Junho’s attention. Junho’s head whipped towards him in a flash, his eyes widening as he took in Junsu’s half-naked state. The redness on his face grew even deeper and Junsu found himself wondering how was it possible for anyone to blush so much. The whole thing was funny and embarrassing and scary at the same time and with a terrified humiliation Junsu felt his cock beginning to harden.
Well, that was the point, wasn’t it?
“Um…” Junho finally said, his voice unnaturally high. “I – I can’t do anything if your hands are in the way.”
Junsu gulped and bit his lip. Slowly he pulled his hands away and grabbed the comforter on Jaejoong’s bed. He felt terribly exposed, the stares from the others making him even more nervous. And the worst thing was that his traitorous cock was steadily filling up in the meantime, as if it was feeding off Junsu’s embarrassment.
“Wow,” Jaejoong whispered.
“Guys!” Junsu whined. “Stop looking!”
It was not fair. It was supposed to be Junho’s dare, but now it felt more like his.
Then again, he was the one who had wanted to prove Jaejoong that he could do it in the first place. If he had not intervened before, Junho would have just told them about his wet dream and that would have been that.
Junho shuffled on the bed. “Do you… um… how should I…”
“Sit next to him,” Jaejoong said. He still seemed weirdly enthusiastic about this, but any teasing note had disappeared from his voice and now he just sounded warm and reassuring. It reminded Junsu one time many years ago when they had been riding bikes together and he had fallen and badly scraped his knee. Jaejoong had hugged him and talked to him exactly with the same kind of voice, until Junsu had calmed down enough to stop crying. And, strangely, it worked even now.
“Closer,” Jaejoong instructed and Junho scooted towards him until their thighs were pressed together. Junho’s leg was warm against him, the skin soft where the shorts ended, and this close Junsu could almost hear his brother’s heart beating as quickly as his. He was still clutching at that stupid pillow.
“And… uh… what now?”
“Put that pillow away at first,” Jaejoong said. His voice was rougher than before and the crotch of his pants looked suspiciously tight. The fact made Junsu feel a little better for some reason.
“And now… just think about what you like and try to imitate it.”
Junho’s left hand crumpled the fabric of Junsu’s shirt while his right hand was slowly creeping towards Junsu’s cock. The whole situation felt absolutely surreal. Junsu’s head was light and the room seemed both familiar and strange at the same time, as if in a dream. The air was too hot, but at the same time he felt goosebumps tickling his body and saw the hairs on his arms and legs standing up. The rush of blood in his ears sounded so loud that Junsu was almost sure the others could hear it.
Junho’s index finger touched his cock and Junsu flinched violently, the air leaving his lungs in a whoosh.
“So- sorry… did I hurt you?”
Junsu shook his head quickly, breathed in and willed himself to relax. He was not backing off now. He could do this. It was nothing serious. He could do this.
Carefully, Junho wrapped his fingers around Junsu’s half-hard erection. Junsu closed his eyes with a shiver. It was good, he had to admit, once he did not feel like passing out from nerves at any given moment. He was not sure if it had more to do with his nervous excitement or with the fact that there was someone else’s hand on his cock, but it was actually better than any time he had done this to himself. Even if his heart was going to burst out of his ribcage and his hands were hurting with the force he was squeezing them into fists.
Jaejoong said something, but Junsu was too distracted to pay attention. After the first tentative touch Junho seemed to have gained some confidence, because he was now slowly stroking Junsu. The grip was too loose to get him off, but he was still getting harder with every careful stroke. And the touch was oddly comforting. If he did not think about Jaejoong watching them or the fact that it was his brother whose hand was on his cock, it felt… rather hot, honestly.
Actually, it felt hot even when he was not trying not to think that it was Junho touching him.
Or did it make the situation even hotter? His own brother, his twin touching his cock; the person he had known since birth – and unconsciously even before his birth – now seeing him like this, being with him like this…
“Su? Junsu?”
It was Junho’s voice. Junsu swallowed heavily and opened his eyes. Junho was looking at him with a flustered concern, his gaze both dark and anxious, and fuck, the mixture of lust and worry went straight to his erection.
“Is it… is this okay?”
Junsu bit his lip and nodded. It was more than okay. He was still tense and felt more exposed than he would have liked, but at the same time he did not want Junho to stop.
“You can go harder,” Jaejoong said softly and Junsu nodded again. For once his older friend was talking sense.
Junho grabbed his cock firmer and Junsu’s hand flew on his mouth to stop any embarrassing noises coming out. The pleasure was slowly coiling in his stomach and making his hips twitch. He felt his legs shaking a little – not because of nerves this time – and with a mortified delight he saw a drop of pre-come forming at the tip of his cock.
“Holy fuck,” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu whined and lifted a hand to cover his eyes. His hips bucked up involuntarily and he thrust into Junho’s fist. The slide was dry and on the verge of uncomfortable, but it still felt amazing.
Jaejoong said something more and Junho stopped. Without thinking, Junsu let out a cry of protest and became aware of the noise a moment later, slapping the hand that was previously covering his eyes over his mouth. But all thoughts died when he saw what Junho was doing.
Junho’s hand – the same hand that had touched Junsu’s cock – was lifted to his mouth and Junho was licking it. Thoroughly, wetly, messily.
And then he wrapped the spit-slick hand around Junsu’s cock again, pushed it down in a quick motion and Junsu lost it. He doubled over with a loud keen and had to grab Junho’s shoulder for balance.
Junho’s hand faltered and he glanced at Junsu, obviously worried, but something that Jaejoong said kept him going. He moved his hand up again, the squelch of spit loud in Junsu’s ears, and brushed his thumb over the darkened head, the tip of his finger digging into the slit.
“Hyung!” Junsu gasped. Sharp pleasure flashed through his body and made his vision go blindingly white for a moment. He was probably clutching Junho’s shoulder too tight, but his limbs refused to co-operate with his brain.
“Su, are you all right? Should I stop?”
“No!” Junsu shook his head frantically. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t… ah!”
Junho’s thumb had found the head of his erection again. He was circling it with firm movements, pushing into the slit again and squeezing the shaft as if he wanted to milk the pre-come out of it. Junsu watched with dizzy fascination. His cock was leaking like a broken faucet, the whitish liquid dirtying Junho’s hand and mixing with the spit.
Jaejoong leaned over him to whisper something to Junho, but Junsu could not care less of what the eldest was saying. The only thing he saw was Jaejoong’s arm right before him, so Junsu grabbed the other’s wrist with his free hand to ground himself in the overwhelming, confusing pleasure.
Without slowing his strokes, Junho reached down with his left hand and cupped Junsu’s balls. He massaged them with deft fingers, the movements a bit uncoordinated, but not hesitating any more.
Junsu let out a strangled cry. The room ceased to exist, there was only hot and slick and want, and Junsu pushed his face into the juncture of Junho’s neck and shoulder. Teeth found bare skin and he bit down hard while riding out his orgasm, one hand still clamped down on his brother’s shoulder and the other mindlessly squeezing Jaejoong’s wrist.
And then came the shame.
“Junsu? Su? You alright?”
Junsu shook his head, face still pressed into Junho’s shoulder. The pleasure had dwindled away and now he felt like crying. Not because of arousal this time.
“Junsu? Answer me.”
Someone gently pried him away from Junho’s shoulder and it took Junsu about twenty seconds to realise that it was Jaejoong. He bit his lip and looked away, suddenly self-conscious again.
A hand appeared in the line of his vision, holding tissues. Junsu took them and hastily cleaned himself up, before climbing off the bed and putting on his boxers and shorts. His legs were wobbly and his throat felt raw and scratchy. He avoided looking at Jaejoong or Junho at all costs.
“I’m sorry.”
Junsu froze at Jaejoong’s words, his hand with the soiled tissues awkwardly hovering over the thrash can.
“It’s okay,” he heard Junho answer in a small voice, though it definitely was not okay. “I mean, you gave us an out, so…”
And even if Jaejoong had demanded Junho to complete the dare, he would not have been able to actually force them if they had had decided not to. They had chosen to do it. Junsu had chosen to do it and coerced Junho into it as well. But if anything, the knowledge only made things worse.
“Junsu? Look at me, please.”
Jaejoong sounded almost like he was trying to hold back tears. Surprised – and somehow feeling even more awful – Junsu dropped the tissues into the thrash and turned around.
Jaejoong looked genuinely worried. He was wringing his hands and gnawing at his lip, his eyes soft and ashamed.
“I won’t do it again,” he mumbled and the statement would have sounded ridiculous, considering the circumstances, if not spoken with such an honest regret. “Promise. I’m really sorry.”
Junsu nodded and swallowed to get rid of the lump in his throat. “I want to go home.”
Jaejoong winced, but then jerked his head in a tiny nod. “O- okay. Okay.”
Still not daring to look at his brother, Junsu made his way to the door. He heard Junho following him.
“Are you guys going to be okay?”
“Yeah,” Junho answered when it was clear that Junsu was not going to say anything. “It’s okay. We’re okay. Don’t worry, hyung.”
They made it through the living room, down the stairs and out of the front door. The house was still empty, save them, and there was no car parked on the driveway. The hot afternoon sun blazed off the concrete and asphalt.
Junho was falling behind and Junsu pushed his embarrassment down in order to check if he was all right. But when he turned back to look at him, Junho made a strained noise and hastily covered his crotch.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “It’s not… I’m not… I… it’s…”
Junsu averted his gaze to give the other some privacy.
“Don’t worry,” he said, trying to make his voice steady. “It happens. If I was in your place, I’d probably be hard too.”
Their house was right across the street and Junsu hurried to the door, leaving Junho behind. He was suddenly feeling too shy to even be in the close proximity of his twin.
It was awkward for exactly six hours and twenty-seven minutes. Then it was ten o’clock in the evening and Junho announced that he had found a new anime he wanted to watch. He sat on the bed with his computer, Junsu cuddled up to him like usually and everything was back to normal. A dark bruise was forming on Junho’s neck, the indents of teeth clearly standing out against the skin, but they both chose to ignore it for now.
Okay, things were not entirely back to normal.
Junsu had always been a heavy sleeper, but this time he woke up in the middle of the night. Which was not so unusual in itself, but when he was lying on his bed, eyes open, watching the street lamps outside and contemplating if he should get up and drink some water or just try falling asleep again, he heard some shuffling across the room, from Junho’s bed. It was not loud, but it was consistent and… strangely rhythmic.
Again, quite normal. Junsu had accidentally heard Junho jerking off more than once and he was pretty sure it was the other way around as well. Usually he had just pretended being asleep and had forgotten it by morning, but now he could not help but wonder what was Junho thinking about. Was he remembering the afternoon at Jaejoong’s place? Was he touching himself at the thought of giving Junsu a handjob? Was he holding his cock with the same hand he had used on Junsu? Probably was, because it would have been quite frustrating to try and stroke himself off with the non-dominant hand. Had he licked his palm beforehand the same way he had done back then?
Junsu gulped. He was growing hard in his pants. He had half a mind to quickly rub one off – he doubted Junho would have noticed –, but then he remembered his brother’s fingers slowly curling around his cock. The first tentative touch. Their legs pressed together, thighs separated by Junho’s shorts, but their calves touching, the skin soft and warm. The concern and lust in the older twin’s voice. His neck, damp with sweat and Junsu’s spit, the smooth skin yielding so easily under Junsu’s teeth.
Junsu groaned inwardly. They were brothers, for fuck’s sake. He tried to picture Jaejoong being intimate with the youngest of his sisters, and scrunched his nose. It was fucking weird.
Is it… is this okay?
Junsu shivered at the memory of his brother’s voice. No, it was not okay, but it felt too damn good.
So- sorry… did I hurt you?
With a hiss of frustration, Junsu turned on his stomach and pressed his face into the pillow. His cock was squeezed against the bed and he bit his lip to prevent a louder sound from escaping. Yeah, he was definitely not going to fall asleep like this.
Su, are you alright?
No, Junsu mentally screamed, I’m not alright! I’m fucking hard right now and it’s all your fault!
Should I stop?
Junsu flipped on his back and pulled at his hair in frustration.
“Hyung?” he whispered before he could think twice.
Junho froze.
“What is it, Su?”
His voice sounded oddly strained, confirming Junsu’s suspicions.
“Were you jerking off?”
“What?!”
Junsu snorted and climbed off of his bed, cursing quietly when he accidentally stepped on some plastic figurines lying on the floor. He was not sure what he was doing, but he knew that if he did not act right now, he would not have the courage later and he would surely end up regretting it.
“Want some help?”
Junho was laying on his side, back turned to Junsu. The blanket was pulled up to his ears, but even then Junsu could make up the tense line of his shoulders and hear the harsh breaths Junho was unsuccessfully trying to hold back.
“Truth or dare, hyung?”
Junho’s breath hitched and for a moment Junsu was afraid that he had overstepped some line.
“Dare.”
It was whispered so quietly that Junsu barely heard it, but it was enough of a confirmation. He lifted the edge of the blanket and squeezed himself into the bed behind his twin. His erection came into contact with Junho’s ass and he heard the older twin taking a sharp inhale.
“I dare you to let me help you out.”
Silence, again. Until Junho finally gave a miniscule nod.
“Okay.”
Junsu pressed his forehead against the nape of Junho’s neck and just breathed for a while. In and out. Holy fuck, they were really going to do this.
For a moment he was almost overcome with the need to kiss his brother’s neck, but it would have definitely made things too weird. So Junsu pushed himself up to his knees and started climbing over Junho.
“Su? What are you doing?”
“I’m left-handed,” Junsu explained. “We need to switch sides if I’m going to do this. Turn around and take your pants off.”
Junho just blinked at him, his eyes faintly glinting in the dim light of the street lamps, and then, when Junsu’s words occurred to him, he scrambled to obey. Within seconds he was naked under the blanket, his back turned to Junsu again, breaths loud in the stillness of their room.
Junsu’s boxers joined his brother’s on the floor and he pressed himself against Junho once more, now fully naked as well. Maybe it was the darkness that made him so bold, the street lamps only bathing the desk under the window in a golden glow and leaving the rest of the room in velvety shadows. Time seemed to be frozen and they were caught in some strange limbo between dream and reality. Everything was fuzzy and warm and it was going to be okay for as long as Junsu continued holding onto his twin in the soft and endless summer night.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” Junsu whispered and ground his arousal against Junho’s naked butt. Junho shuddered and gave him a quiet grunt of approval.
Still in some dreamlike daze, Junsu let his hand wander over his brother’s side and hip. He dragged his palm over the smooth skin, pressed down on the pelvic bone and combed his fingers through the coarse pubic hair. Finally he reached Junho’s cock and slowly curled his fingers around the shaft. It was already wet – from pre-come or spit, Junsu did not know – and the realisation sent a sharp jolt of arousal through his body. He sucked in a hiss of breath through his teeth and pushed his erection harder against the other’s backside.
Junho gasped when Junsu’s hand came into contact with his cock, and thrust into the loose fist. Junsu automatically tightened his fingers, causing Junho to groan and thrust again. It felt a bit different than getting himself off, the size and texture a little unfamiliar at first, but then again, Junsu figured, a dick was a dick, so the same things he used on himself would probably work on Junho as well. And so far Junho had reacted positively to everything he had done.
“Su,” Junho panted as Junsu got a proper hold of him and started pumping his cock in earnest. “I’m… oh, fuck… I’m not going to – ngh – last long.”
Junsu nodded, even if his brother could not see it, and pushed his nose into Junho’s hair. It was damp and smelled faintly of sweat and shampoo. The short strands felt really nice against his face and Junsu gave in to his earlier temptation, pressing a small kiss on the back of Junho’s head.
Junho shifted, rubbing his backside against Junsu’s hard-on. The movement made the head of Junsu’s cock slip into the cleft of his ass, and Junsu shivered as his arousal was nestled between the plump cheeks. He was already dripping with pre-come, the fluid smearing Junho’s ass and making the slide smoother.
“Still okay?” Junsu checked. It was a struggle to form the words through the haze clouding his brain.
Junho moaned and pushed back harder. Junsu really wanted to feel his voice, not only hear it, so he lifted his head and nuzzled into Junho’s neck, his lips pressing down on the pulse point. Perfect. Now he could jerk his brother off and grind against his ass while feeling every vibrating, shivering noise that fought its way out of Junho’s throat.
“Su,” Junho whispered with a strained voice and squeezed Junsu’s hand that was working his cock. Junsu hummed and nosed his neck, slowing his thrusts a little.
“Tru- fuck – truth or dare?”
Junsu’s first reaction was a startled huff of laughter, but he halted the movement of his hips and stopped his hand. “Duh, dare obviously.”
“You can say no,” Junho mumbled, sounding strangely hesitant, and now Junsu was intrigued. They were already naked and hard, getting each other off. What was it that made Junho so shy in this kind of situation?
“Okay?” It sounded more like a question. “I probably would do it, though.”
Junho tensed against him and turned his head so that his face was pressed into the pillow.
“Kiss me,” he mumbled so softly that Junsu was not sure if he had heard the other correctly.
“You…” The request made an odd warmth bloom in his chest. “You want me to kiss you, hyung?”
Junho nodded against the pillow. “You don’t have to.”
“No, I want to.” Junsu pulled back a little and pushed at Junho’s shoulder, signalling him to turn over. “But… well… I’ve only kissed Jaejoong-hyung before… and Yoochun… and I had my mouth closed both times, so…”
Junho was now laying on his back and looking up at Junsu. His eyes were hazy with pleasure, but his gaze was soft and earnest.
“I know,” he said with a small smile. “You’re ahead of me with one kiss by the way – I have only kissed Jaejoong-hyung. With my mouth closed, as well. But I thought that we could just… I don’t know… try and… if you want to, I mean.”
“Yeah,” Junsu breathed, already leaning closer. “I totally want to.”
And then their lips were touching.
Maybe it was Junsu’s arousal talking, but the light touch already felt incredible. The heat simmering under his skin had cooled down a little during their short talk, but now it came back full force. Junsu threw a leg over his twin’s hips to straddle him, grabbed his face with both hands and firmly pressed their mouths together.
Junho seemed to be similarly affected, because he gasped, his mouth falling open for Junsu to snuck his tongue in. It felt weird – all wet and sloppy and slippery –, but at the same time there was a deep sense of affection and closeness in the act. It was downright addictive. Why weren’t people kissing all the time?
Junho’s hands came to rest on his hips, squeezing the skin there and pulling him down. Junsu moaned into the other’s mouth and jerked his hips forward. Their cocks bumped together and Junho’s low groan vibrated through Junsu’s mouth and throat and then they were frantically rutting against each other, their breaths mingling and teeth clashing and tongues plunging in as deep as they could go, until the darkness shattered around them and the world turned white with pleasure.
Strangely, it was not embarrassing this time. When Junsu flopped down on Junho’s limp body and petted his sides with unsteady hands, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
“We should clean up,” Junho mumbled.
Junsu made a petulant noise. “Don’t wanna. Sleepy. Warm.”
“It’s going to be uncomfortable soon.”
Junsu shook his head and kissed Junho’s neck, his lips lingering on the patch of skin he had bitten earlier, when Junho had got him off during the Truth or Dare that had started everything. He could not see the bite in the dark, but he knew it was there. “Five more minutes.”
Junho huffed a tired laugh. “My neck’s going to bruise, isn’t it?”
Junsu hummed. “It already is. I mean, I can’t see it now, but it already was earlier.”
“Mum’s going to ask questions.”
Junsu kissed the bruise again. “We can always say that Jaejoong-hyung made me bite you when we were playing Truth or Dare.”
“Truth or dare?”
Junsu hummed deliberately, stretching himself out in the bed, touching his chin with one finger and feigning contemplation. There was another hot day outside and even if it was slowly getting suffocating under the blanket, Junsu was feeling too content to get up. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that Junho was laying behind him, an arm draped over his middle and his naked front pressing so nicely against Junsu's bare back.
“Well… let’s say… dare?”
“Kiss me.”
There was urgency in Junho’s voice, making Junsu chuckle, but the laughter died when he glanced over his shoulder and saw the raw hunger in his brother’s eyes. The blanket fell down when he knelt up and his legs were shaking all of a sudden as he climbed over Junho and pressed their mouths together.
It was soft and wet and warm, just like yesterday, but somehow even better. Junho’s tongue brushed over Junsu’s lips and pushed inside. Junsu grunted with approval and wedged his hand between the pillow and Junho’s head, so that he could grab the other’s hair and force their faces together more tightly. Junho moaned under him, his teeth snagged on Junsu’s lower lip and his hips bucked up at the same moment his hands found Junsu’s bare buttocks. Fingers dug into the flesh, making Junsu release a moan in turn and meet his brother’s thrusts. They were hard in less than a minute.
“Wait,” Junsu panted into Junho’s mouth, but even then his hips continued moving on their own accord. “Wait, I – ugh – we… we should let Jaejoong-hyung know.”
“Huh?”
With an inhuman effort Junsu willed his hips still. Junho let out a protesting noise and sucked at the skin of his neck.
“Jaejoong-hyung was pretty wo- ooh, hyung, stop… I can’t focus on – ah!”
“I want you to focus on me,” Junho mumbled and bit into the reddened skin. Lightly, to not leave any lasting marks.
Junsu yelped and pulled away.
“Jaejoong-hyung was… worried about us… yes-yesterday,” he said, trying to get his breathing under control. “We should… let him know that…”
“Send him a picture.”
“What?”
Lips still on Junsu’s skin, Junho blindly reached under his pillow, pulled out his phone and shoved it to Junsu’s hand. “Take a picture. Send it to him.”
Junsu’s mouth fell open. “O-oh.”
He knew his brother’s password by heart – was it weird? Yoochun had once said it was weird – and angled the phone so that their flushed faces and torsos were seen, with the barest hint of Junho’s cock peeking out from between their bodies.
The focus was probably off, but Junsu was too horny to care. He found Jaejoong’s number and sent him the picture, accompanied by a message “truth or dare hyung?”. Then he tossed the phone away and resumed kissing Junho.
The phone beeped almost immediately.
“Fuck,” Junsu muttered and patted the blanket. “Where’s that damn thing?”
“Don’t answer,” Junho mumbled, trying to chase Junsu’s lips.
“I want to see what he wrote.” Junsu wiggled lower, until he could reach the phone, and opened the latest message.
From: JJ hyung
fuk
ffukc
wait
m hard
fuck
wait fr me
be there in 5
Junsu laughed and showed the message to Junho. “He said he’ll be here in five minutes.”
“Nice,” Junho grinned. “Bet I can make you come before he gets here.”
He gripped Junsu’s cock with a firm hand and Junsu shuddered. At this rate he would already be hard again by the time Jaejoong would arrive.
They were going to have so much fun.