I'll Show You How It's Done

I'm Ok Taecyeon, 23, your Close Combat instructor. To students, you call me Sir or 'Mimic', unless I say you can call me otherwise. I'm always open to doing private classes for students who want extra training or wish to learn weapons, even if you aren't in my class. I'm not as scary as I seem, honest. You just gotta stay on my good side.

[doimakeyouhigh-blog]

taecsu loudspeaker ver.

[doimakeyouhigh-blog]

[dropped-taecyeon-blog]

You lil' shit. Just you wait. I'll get you. I'll fuckin' get you.

[dropped-junsu]

Smoke in the Study.

[dropped-junsu]

The genius’ laughter echoed through the walls as he slid down from his chalkboard, carefully landing on his feet. Bare toes wiggled into the carpet before padding across tile floor and scattered sheets. He smiled as he snaked his arms around the younger (yet impossibly taller) one, pressing kisses to his neck and his chin and his cheek. Gestures like these were common, even in passing. While the elder was running to answer a cry from Hana, the younger would stop him in the hall to ask him if he’d told him lately how much he loved him, followed with a peck to the cheek and a nibble on the ear. While Taecyeon was going out on an early run, Junsu would take his hand and kiss his shoulder before he went. While most would consider the exchanges cutesy, mushy or downright sticky, sappy sweet, Junsu described them as small gifts of love that could be given even if the time was ticking. 

The smell of all of the dishes pleased Junsu, (partially because they didn’t make him nauseous anymore and partially because he loved that his soon to be husband could cook and cook without blowing up the kitchen) and his left foot was still lazily tangled up in their sheets, twirling in listless circles. He let the silence pass for a few minutes, just taking in the sole scent of his fiance, one of musk, faint cologne, coffee, weed and for lack of a better descriptor, Taecyeon. 

“I think I’m managing…” He murmured, fixing the other’s wrinkly shirt. “I think my brain and my body appreciates the R&R.” 

“Though…I have been missing some things. Some more than others,” Junsu mused, drawing small polygonal shapes on Taecyeon’s chest. “And you know what they say…making love is nice.” With his words came a playful smirk that had left the vocabulary of his face for quite some time. 

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Taecyeon laughed heartily at the words and moved so he could wrap his arms around Junsu's waist tightly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. As much as he had loved seeing his fiance waddling around the house with his round stomach, he had missed being able to just hold him like this, close, chest to chest.

The younger couldn't help the urge to lick his lips, dragging his tongue along them as he watched Junsu's every move, watching the fingers drawing on his chest and the smirk on his face, and Taecyeon felt the butterflies in his stomach waking up and starting to dance.

It had been so long since he'd seen him like this, yet distracted by their new life and the addition of Hana, he hadn't realized how much he missed it.

He ran a hand through the elder's hair, fingers combing through the strands, and pulled his head back. He licked his own lips again just briefly before pressing them to Junsu's in a slow, passionate kiss.

[dropped-taecyeon-blog]

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[kanashikute]

“Taecyeon is very charismatic and handsome; he is an anime freak and still a baby.” - Junsu

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[dropped-junsu]

Smoke in the Study.

“Thank you, Justin. I know it hasn’t happened yet, but I don’t want to get aggressive around Hana because of the testosterone shots. And…well, you know. Thanks.” The once professor murmured as he kissed his daughter’s face as she cooed and played with the butler’s tie. As the door shut behind Justin, Junsu made his short climb up a small wheeling ladder to a large blackboard, commencing his writing of some drabbling song lyrics that had been stuck in his head for weeks. The board was filled with formulas and equations, notes and musings, and it had been largely untouched since Hana’s birth. He’d spent too much time retraining himself not to waddle and working out with Taecyeon and reading Hana story books and sleeping. Mostly sleeping.

Pushing up his glasses that Nichkhun had appropriately called hipster up onto the bridge of his nose, he sniffed the air that usually smelled of old paper and well placed dust. A strange smell, one that he hadn’t smelled in a while. 

“Taecyeon, I do hope you intend on sharing, baby.”

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"Not a chance, babe."

Taecyeon's voice wafted from the large kitchen with a laugh and steam and the smell of food from around the world; the simplest street food to the gourmet meals of royalty. Things he had learned on his travels and a meal fit for two people. Of course he would share with Junsu. There was no way he couldn't.

It was, after all, the first time since the start of Junsu's pregnancy that they finally got time to be... them.

So Taecyeon was cooking everything he could think of, things that he had wanted to eat but couldn't because of his lover's cravings, a banquet for them both to share. After a few minutes of tending to the multiple pots and pans, he finally deemed the food safe enough to be left alone, the finished dishes already plated and covered and under a warming light and the unfinished dishes bubbling away as they finished cooking, and stepped out of the kitchen.

His gaze wandered around the room. The east wing of his family's mansion had been converted just for them, a large, open plan area with windows lining one side, Junsu's extensive library and their photo albums and the large chalkboard lining another, and their music and gym equipment along the third, while the last opened to the kitchen, separated by a breakfast bar, and a door to the large bathroom.

Taecyeon eyed the mattress on the floor, placed not far from the windows, the bedsheets still a mess from where he'd crawled out not long after midday, only a few hours ago.

"Are you surviving alright without her?"

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[babochanbear]

[dropped-junsu]

poor baby…-wraps his arms around his neck- i promise tonight will be fun, alright? maybe we can even get khun and soohyuk in on it. if you want to share.

[dropped-taecyeon-blog]

Trick question? /laughs and wraps his arms around his waist./ Sounds like a plan for the best night in a long while.

[dropped-junsu]

True…you have been kind of deprived of sessy times for a while. i guess that a libido increase would be good.

[dropped-taecyeon-blog]

A while? It feels like forever. I deserve some. I've been really good, you know. There hasn't even been any wandering hands.

[dropped-taecyeon-blog]

/laughs./ I think it is. And what I say is true because it’s me saying it.

[dropped-junsu]

fine, fine, it’s cute…but you won’t think i’m so cute when i have to get my testosterone shot tonight. the only immediate affect is an increase in libido.

[dropped-taecyeon-blog]

...is this meant to be a bad thing or..? Cause if it is, I see nothing wrong with it.

[dropped-junsu]

Alright. -waddles off to give Hana to Justin- …-walks normally- Force of habit…

[dropped-taecyeon-blog]

/chuckles and shakes his head./ Don’t stop. It’s cute.

[dropped-junsu]

-comes back waddling- it’s not cute…-walks stiffly- 

[dropped-taecyeon-blog]

/laughs./ I think it is. And what I say is true because it's me saying it.

[dropped-nichkhun-blog]

Liking this plan more and more. You can always check in on her while we’re out.

[dropped-junsu]

Alright. -waddles off to give Hana to Justin- …-walks normally- Force of habit…

[dropped-taecyeon-blog]

/chuckles and shakes his head./ Don't stop. It's cute.