#004 [ONE-SHOT] That Hot Girl.
Title: That Hot Girl.
Author: kyuppuccino
Pairing: Zhou Mi / Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17 (for cussing and graphic sex)
Prompt: sujukinkmeme ㅡ crossdressing, Zhoumi loses a bet and it ends up with loud sex.
Word-count: 6649 words.
Extra info: Zhou Mi will be wearing this top, and this skirt.
Comments: very much beta-ed for once! Thank you, Jen.
The first to set foot in the dorm is Zhou Mi: he leaves his shoes at the front door for everyone to tiptoe around, and quickly storms his way in and out of the living room, slamming the door shut behind him. Dinner will be ready soon, but that’s the last thing on his mind right now; he isn’t hungry anyway, so why bother at all?
After the quarrel that took place backstage, Zhou Mi decided to ignore everyone throughout the whole ride back to the dorm - he surely didn’t need anyone’s pity. Never before had he been so content with having to use separate cars instead of the van, as it allowed him to avoid the person that was bringing him so much distress. The other five members of Super Junior M let out a sigh of relief at the newfound peace; however, once back home, Zhou Mi could no longer ignore the other boy’s existence as, sadly, they've been sharing a room for the past few months.
A string of curses leaves Kyuhyun’s mouth in a barely audible whisper as he stomps his feet down the hallway and proceeds to kick open the door behind which Zhou Mi disappeared. The group’s manager shakes his head in disappointment and silently motions for the rest of the boys to go to the kitchen - where their own safety is assured - before further obscene incoherencies can reach their not-so-very virgin ears.
Nevertheless, loud cries and obvious noises of a ferocious argument can be heard all the way to the kitchen, but they know better than to intervene: eyes are kept downcast and their voices are much quieter as they try hard to concentrate on the bowls before them, poking at the food with their chopsticks. As much as they utterly wish for the fight to be over and the screaming to cease, they know that it's definitely none of their business.
“Get out!” Zhou Mi’s irritated voice rises a few octaves in his angered state.
“This is my room too!” Kyuhyun shouts back, walking up to the older boy.
“I… I don’t care! I said I w-won’t do it.” Zhou Mi stutters in broken Korean, taken aback by Kyuhyun’s challenging eyes.
“You lost a bet, gege.” The younger boy states matter-of-factly as he takes a step closer, “Deal with it.”
The room is immersed in a frightening silence for an instant; the only slightly perceptible sounds are those of their uneven breathing. Zhou Mi narrows his eyes and glares, his face is tinged red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Suddenly, he tries to retort with a witty remark out of extreme anxiety, but nothing comes to his mind. Kyuhyun stares into the other’s eyes, his gaze equally inquisitive. After what seems like forever, Kyuhyun shoots a spiteful glance at his lover, and voices out thoughts he kept bottled up inside him for far too long.
“Then admit it for once, gege! Do you care more about your reputation, or me?”
Zhou Mi’s eyes widen considerably when such accusatory words fall from Kyuhyun’s lips. He takes a step forward and ultimately closes the short distance that is separating them; he raises his hand in a swift movement as if to strike the younger boy, but catches himself before damage can be done. When Zhou Mi roughly pushes Kyuhyun, though, the younger boy clumsily loses balance and falls back on the bed, a look of apparent shock paints his face. Zhou Mi had never been violent with him before, in any form. It didn’t even look like he was capable of doing any harm, that girl, but apparently he actually was. He might have not slapped Kyuhyun this time, but shoving him seemed just as bad. The older boy’s eyes are filled with rage and incredulity, both arms still stretched out before Kyuhyun and a steady finger pointing at him with confidence.
“Do you really think that low of me?” Zhou Mi throws his hands up in frustration, “What if… ah! Fuck it, Kui Xian! Do I look that egocentric to you?”
“Why?” Kyuhyun spits reproachfully, “What am I supposed to think when you will do nothing to prove me wrong?”
“Is that so?” Zhou Mi’s voice breaks and his hands tremble visibly. Soon, tears begin to trace a path down his cheeks, but he’s quick to wipe at them with his sleeve. Kyuhyun lowers his gaze and stares at the floor, his face doing little to hide the emotions nagging at his heart, yet he tries hard to appear unaffected. He is angry with Zhou Mi, no matter how trivial the reason is. Nevertheless, making him cry is definitely not what he was trying to accomplish.
“Look gege,” Kyuhyun sits up from his awkward position on the bed and exhales loudly as he tries to calm down. “I understand that it’s a stupid bet, I can also see why you’re so stubborn and want to reject my request, but can’t you do it for me… just this once?”
Zhou Mi looks at the younger boy dumbfounded, hurt apparent in his eyes. The older boy is unsure of what to say, or how to react to that. However, before he’s even given the chance to formulate a rational thought, Kyuhyun resumes talking. “Are you… I don’t know! This is stupid! Are you afraid of being judged? We aren’t going anywhere, we can do it here.”
For a moment, the older boy forces his brain to process the information and let it sink in. Ever so slowly, he tries to think of something to say, something coherent and mature, but it seems that Kyuhyun’s words made all his brain cells implode. “I… I mean, you really want to see me like that?” With that, Coherency and Maturity bid him farewell for the rest of the night.
Kyuhyun’s jaw drops, literally. He doesn’t know whether to cry or laugh at his lover’s naivety, he seriously can’t believe his ears, is it that hard to see, really? They had been together for seven months already for God’s sake and sex was turning out to be more than a little boring already. Kyuhyun likes to try different things, situations, and this, well, this seems like a great opportunity.
“Hell yes, Zhou Mi ge.” Kyuhyun breathes out in a low whisper, hands clenched at his sides in a vain attempt to control his inner instincts.
Zhou Mi is so close, yet so far away. It’s such a cliché, but so true. Kyuhyun closes his eyes tightly before continuing. The younger boy isn’t embarrassed per se, but can't bear to look into Zhou Mi’s eyes as he speaks up once more. “I do, I want to see you in a damn skirt, I want you to wear make-up and I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop. I really do.”
“Oh.” is all Zhou Mi can intelligently say as his cheeks welcome all shades of red.
It’s a mere two hours later that Kyuhyun hears a soft knock on the door and a feeble request for permission to come in. He already knows who it is, without having to wait for the familiar voice to come from the other side. Quickly, he sets down the magazine he was lazily flipping through and sits up in bed, shifting a little to find a more comfortable position.
“Kui Xian, can I come in?”
Kyuhyun doesn’t get to respond (even if he wanted to protest and tell the other that he took so fucking long he was falling asleep) because, a second later, Zhou Mi awkwardly makes his way into the room and struggles to walk past the piles of clothes, books, and shoes scattered all over the floor. The younger boy stares; he is frozen on the spot, so he all he can do is stare.
The older boy is now standing before him: tall, classy and beautiful. His short pitch-black hair is slightly parted to the side and minuscule silver hairclips miserably try to keep it in place. Unruly tufts of hair are falling in his face, and Kyuhyun feels the urge to twist the ends and push them back to take a better look at the hidden dark orbs. There’s a thin trace of black eyeliner on Zhou Mi’s bottom eyelids, it accentuates his gaze brilliantly, and a groan dies on the younger boy’s lips.
Kyuhyun takes in every single detail of the stunning sight in front of him, his eyes frantically travel up and down, not wanting to miss an inch. Zhou Mi carefully sits down on the bed, crossing his legs as he places both hands behind his back to support his weight. The miniskirt he’s wearing does little to hide his slender legs as the bottom of it rides up a bit to reveal slightly tan thighs. The skin there is flawless, smooth and with little to no hair at all - he really didn’t think his legs required any shaving.
The outfit seems to be absolutely perfect - if Kyuhyun’s agape mouth is anything to go by, that is - and Zhou Mi mentally compliments himself once again for his taste in fashion. The skirt is short, yes, but not short to the extent of making him look like a slut. The fabric is black and slightly rough to the touch: he has to admit that its constant rubbing against his skin is atrociously teasing him; four large loops hold up a belt of the same material and two equally useless suspenders are attached to it (they are in this year, and he clearly could not refuse being trendy!)
“Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi asks hesitantly when he notices that Kyuhyun has yet to say a thing, “Kui Xian, are you… okay?”
He knows he looks gorgeous and the other man’s lustful eyes are making him gain even more confidence, but he is dying to hear the other’s voice. The older boy is actually starting to enjoy this so-called punishment - losing that bet will probably end up proving itself to be a true blessing for him - and he will make sure that his boyfriend shares his same sentiment.
Kyuhyun swallows hard and very visibly too, he opens his mouth to answer and tell him that yes, he is very much okay, but he also wants to fuck him already, yet the only sound that comes out is ridiculously closer to a strangled moan than a proper word. The younger boy’s face flushes red and feels burning hot; usually, he is the one in control, does all the teasing and makes Zhou Mi hide in embarrassment, but this… this is killing him. It takes a significantly big effort for him to finally speak, and swears to himself that he will make Zhou Mi pay for this humiliation once he can get his brain to function properly.
“Zhou Mi ge…” Kyuhyun says breathlessly as he reaches out with a hand to run his fingertips over the older boy’s thigh. “Zhou Mi, gege.” He repeats more firmly as he leans forward to place both hands on the other’s bare shoulders, and gently pushes him back until he is sprawled out all over the bed, with his long limbs taking up half of it. “Oh God, let me touch you, I want to touch you everywhere.”
“Then do it, Kui Xian.”
Curiosity, desire, and excitement are written all over Kyuhyun’s face, as he moves to straddle the older boy. Their eyes sparkle and Kyuhyun licks his lips before leaning down to deliver the very first and probably last chaste kiss they’ll be sharing tonight. He takes a moment longer to study Zhou Mi’s features, making the latter look on expectantly. The older boy calls out Kyuhyun’s name again, with more insistency this time, as if to urge him on and Kyuhyun just knows what he has to do, and wants to do. He has for a long time now.
The younger boy starts leaning towards Zhou Mi; the closer he gets, the faster their hearts beat, until they can literally feel the pounding in their temples. This is exactly how it was supposed to be: Zhou Mi’s lack of control over the situation is understandable judging from the outfit, and he hadn’t really dreamt of being in charge when he ventured into a woman’s clothing store. He expected Kyuhyun to be able to regain his senses fairly quickly, and apparently he was right, and had been all along: Kyuhyun was too much of a strong and determined man. Zhou Mi doesn’t mind at all anyway, because the thought of Kyuhyun wanting, needing, and touching his body like he’s never done before is enough to make him shiver in anticipation. And he has barely done anything yet.
Kyuhyun’s hands press the other boy’s body down hard, and Zhou Mi writhes impatiently on the mattress. The younger boy's thighs tighten on either side of Zhou Mi’s hips and the latter really wants to entangle their legs together, to get impossibly closer to his lover. However, before he can even move a muscle, Kyuhyun’s waist begins to rotate in slow, torturous movements and his ass rubs directly against Zhou Mi’s crotch. When Kyuhyun stops squirming for a moment, he swears he can feel the other’s cock harden beneath him. It’s a pity they’re still wearing clothes, but Kyuhyun isn’t sure he really wants Zhou Mi to lose that miniskirt as it is the reason he’s so turned on in the first place.
Zhou Mi wants to say something, moan, scream, anything; but all he can do is swallow, because his throat is too parched and Kyuhyun’s lips are suddenly devouring his. The kiss is messy and Zhou Mi eventually senses that Kyuhyun won’t really control his urges anymore, so he thinks fuck it and lets the younger boy give in to all of his inner instincts. Suddenly, Kyuhyun pushes his tongue deeper into the older boy’s mouth, as if he was trying to get it all the way down his throat, and Zhou Mi’s afraid he might choke. A thin trail of saliva escapes and dribbles down Zhou Mi’s chin, only to end up falling onto the fabric of his very expensive Christian Dior top.
When Kyuhyun is finally ready to relent a little, Zhou Mi is gasping and panting and his hands are clutching onto the younger boy’s forearms, leaving red welts in the process. Kyuhyun’s tongue darts out and lashes across the other’s lower lip once again as his hips resume their circular motions; Zhou Mi cries out loudly, unable to resist, and his lover arches a brow as if to question the other’s ability to keep quiet. They aren’t alone at the dorm, they should probably worry about their fellow members’ sanity, but all rationality flies right out of the window when Zhou Mi attempts to get up to divest Kyuhyun of his clothes.
It’s easy, it’s simple, and they just can’t stop now. Kyuhyun helps Zhou Mi sit up, but firmly refuses to get off him, so his lover allows him to sit in his lap. Who cares if the walls are thin anyway? Who gives a damn if they can hear them, it’s not like anyone ever complained when Donghae brought in two random girls, and the bed creaked for a long, long time (Kyuhyun actually wondered how many erections a guy could have in the span of four hours: that boy was full of energies, no doubt). Oh! And what about the time Geng had totally disturbing phone sex with Heechul in the fucking kitchen? No one uttered a word, except for Siwon, but that was because he wasn’t getting any.
Therefore, Kyuhyun doesn’t tell Zhou Mi to be quiet, and doesn’t gag him either (even if he is tempted to); instead, he unhooks the suspenders slowly, one by one, and slides them behind his lover’s back. Zhou Mi bows his head and looks at the trembling fingers that are undressing him with greed. Kyuhyun places his hands on the older boy’s hips and grabs the bottom of his shirt - a white off-shoulder top, with random English words in silver print on the front - and begins to slide it up and off the other’s lean body.
“Are you that impatient, Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi says when he feels Kyuhyun’s hands sneak under his skirt next. Kyuhyun growls louder than he meant to, and crushes his lips against the older boy’s. Tongue, teeth and hands are everywhere on Zhou Mi’s body and Kyuhyun thinks he doesn’t mind at all. When they break apart yet again - Kyuhyun just loved making out - the younger boy isn’t satisfied, so he fists both hands in Zhou Mi’s hair and curls his tongue around the shell of his ear, sending shivers down the other’s spine. It’s only when that same tongue slides right into Zhou Mi’s ear and teeth nibble on his lobe that the older boy finally cries out: if the other guys hadn’t heard them before, there was no denying that this time it reached their ears.
Kyuhyun licks a path down Zhou Mi’s neck and sinks his teeth into his collarbone, shoulder, and arm. The older boy hisses in pain, but doesn’t stop him, he never would, never will. When Kyuhyun grabs his lover’s hands and directs them under his own shirt, Zhou Mi finally gets a move on and explores a little before opting for further removal of annoying clothing. Kyuhyun’s shirt is tossed on the floor in a heartbeat and Zhou Mi lets his hands touch and his tongue lick obscene paths from collarbone to nipple.
“Say my name…” Kyuhyun begs as a tormenting sensation of desire coils in his lower abdomen, “Say my name, gege, say it!”
Zhou Mi complies because, clearly, no one could ever deny Kyuhyun for too long, and soon he’s chanting Kui Xian, Kui Xian, Kui Xian in a loud voice. Their chests are pressed up together in a hot embrace, and their hands scramble for purchase onto slick backs, scratching red marks on creamy skin.
Kyuhyun eventually loses control of his hips, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s always been so fucking stiff, Zhou Mi would call it an amazing lap dance. The movements are fierce, needy and spasmodic: Zhou Mi can feel himself growing considerably harder at that and it’s almost unbearable, and painful. The younger boy reaches down with a hand and furiously rubs his own crotch through his pants, trying to finish as quickly as possible.
“Fucking hell, Kui Xian!” Zhou Mi shouts as he catches both of Kyuhyun’s wrists in his hands, “Can’t you wait?”
The younger boy had never been like this before; usually, it was Zhou Mi who had to try and hold back, wanting to come at the same time as Kyuhyun (they even resorted to using cock rings quite a number of times). Kyuhyun was the perfect lover: always thinking of his boyfriend’s pleasure before his, and he could last for a very long time too, what more could Zhou Mi ask for? Tonight, however, the tables have turned and the older boy is sure it won’t last much longer if he doesn’t do anything about it.
Zhou Mi reluctantly pushes Kyuhyun off his lap and forces him to lie on his back: the younger boy is nearly a sinful vision - more so than Zhou Mi sporting a miniskirt - matted hair, swollen lips, and glazed eyes. Zhou Mi leans down and lovingly places a soft kiss on the tip of his lover’s nose. “Take it slow, Kui Xian,” he tells him as he hooks his fingers through the loops of Kyuhyun’s jeans, “I’m not going anywhere.”
The front of Kyuhyun’s pants looks ridiculously tight and the look on his face just a bit too uncomfortable. Zhou Mi takes over for a moment, encouraging Kyuhyun to fix his irregular breathing. The older boy eventually unhooks his fingers from the belt loops, undoes the single button of the jeans and drags the zipper all the way down, revealing the growing bulge that twitches against soaked underwear.
Kyuhyun bites down hard on his bottom lip, but still can’t manage to stifle a loud moan at the slight contact. The older boy smirks at him, eyes full of knowledge and malice, and when he traces a finger along Kyuhyun’s clothed erection, the strangled cry that escapes the younger boy’s throat is music to Zhou Mi’s ears. “Is it good?” The latter asks, beaming with pride and superiority, and Kyuhyun nods his head fervently.
It’s not long before the younger boy feverishly attempts to get rid of his own pants, though, and Zhou Mi assists him through the process by helping him bend his legs and pulling the material off. Two sets of hands hastily move onto Kyuhyun’s boxers in unison, until Zhou Mi slaps Kyuhyun’s away and narrows his eyes at him, growling predatorily. The younger boy whines, but drops his arms at his sides and allows Zhou Mi to finish what he started.
The older boy softly pats his lover’s side a couple of times, encouraging him to lift his hips. Kyuhyun props himself up on his elbows, seeking leverage, and groans as Zhou Mi pulls his boxers clean off. Kyuhyun’s body spasms and both boys look down with fascination at the newly exposed skin. Kyuhyun’s thick, pulsating cock rests on his stomach, leaking pre-cum onto it, and Zhou Mi’s hands reach for it on their own accord. His fingers circle the base and gently squeeze it, causing Kyuhyun to gasp breathlessly, “Ah, gege!”
Zhou Mi smiles triumphantly, thinking that his lover’s become just a bit too easy - who knew that a miniskirt could do such wonders? Slowly, he leans down to place a dry kiss on Kyuhyun’s erection, only to sneak his tongue out and drag it across the head immediately after. When Zhou Mi blows cool air on his overly sensitive cock, the younger boy braces himself and fists the creases of the bed sheets in his hands. “G-gege,” Kyuhyun’s voice comes out in a high-pitched sigh, “suck it. Suck me off, gege!”
There is something incredibly arousing about those words, never had Kyuhyun’s voice sounded so sensual, and zealous (unless he was singing in Chinese). It’s not the sexual semantic they carry that makes Zhou Mi shiver, but the tone in which they are said. Kyuhyun is imploring, begging for the older boy to pleasure him, and Zhou Mi decides he will give his boyfriend a reason to stop pleading like an inexperienced teenager.
Before complying, however, Zhou Mi crawls atop the younger boy’s naked form and kisses him hard on the mouth, almost brutally. When the older boy is about to pull away, Kyuhyun places a hand on the back of the other’s head and pulls him down again. Their lips meet mid-way, and repeatedly share quick, sloppy kisses; the younger boy’s hips arch up and off the bed in an obvious attempt to press his erection against the other’s stomach, shamelessly seeking glorious friction.
Neither of the two seems to ever get tired of making out, yearning to convey their sincere love for one another in the midst of such overwhelming passion. Zhou Mi reaches down with a free hand and grips Kyuhyun’s cock resolutely, sensing the desperation in his kisses. Firm fingers slide up and down the younger boy’s hardness at a fast pace as their tongues refuse to cease battling for dominance. Kyuhyun lets a strangled cry into the other boy’s mouth, his eyes fly open and his thighs spread apart a little as a violent shudder runs down his spine.
Zhou Mi stills for a moment, and opts for a slower pumping motion upon feeling the familiar wetness of pre-cum sticking to his thumb. He is determined to make Kyuhyun come, and very soon too, but this isn’t how he wants it to happen. The younger boy presses Zhou Mi’s head down harder, uncaring of the fact that their lips will be bruised tomorrow, and God only knows what their manager will say then. At the same time, Kyuhyun finally lets go of the crumpled bed sheets, and grabs the hand on his cock to try and force Zhou Mi to masturbate him faster.
The older boy has other ideas, though, and brushes off Kyuhyun’s insistence. With an immense effort, he manages to free himself from the grasp the younger boy has on him and regains the upper hand. Kyuhyun whines, protests, and pouts, and it’s so fucking adorable that Zhou Mi almost gives in, almost. “Trust me, Kui Xian,” the older boy demands as he stares at the scene before him in sheer enchantment, “I know what I’m doing.”
Hands are on Kyuhyun’s legs as the older boy spreads them wider apart and bends them at the knee, so he can settle between them. Zhou Mi leans down without any hesitation and lets his wet tongue poke the slit of Kyuhyun’s erection. The younger boy’s hands shoot down, his fingers twist into Zhou Mi’s hair, and pull at short strands, causing him to softly whimper in pain. The older boy's head appears to be a complete mess now, as the hairpins are awkwardly beginning to come off, but that's currently not topping the list of his concerns.
Kyuhyun’s throat emits guttural noises, nearly purring in satisfaction already as Zhou Mi gradually takes in an inch or two of his lover’s cock and swallows. The older boy can’t help but notice that pleasing Kyuhyun is far too easy tonight, and it’s making him crave for more and more. The younger boy’s impudent responses feed Zhou Mi’s desire as well, and he fears he might climax observing his reactions alone.
The younger boy’s hips arch up as he tries to push all of his cock past the other’s lips, but Zhou Mi won’t agree with such a needy demand, not yet. The older boy places one of his strong hands on Kyuhyun’s stomach and presses it down roughly, trying to get the point across. His hot breath on Kyuhyun’s wet skin causes the younger boy’s hardness to twitch desperately and Zhou Mi finally decides to stop making him linger for more.
In a hasty motion, the older boy’s free hand blindly searches for Kyuhyun’s, and once he finds it he holds on tightly as he tries to slide more of the other into his mouth. Steadily, Zhou Mi takes Kyuhyun’s erection in to the hilt, and forces his throat to relax and close around it. As ridiculous as it may sound, the older boy has never gone this far before. Usually, Kyuhyun is the one doing all the sucking and fucking (before, during, and after the sex), all Zhou Mi was ever required to do was sit back, loosen up and get fucked.
There’s confidence in the older boy’s eyes, though, and it’s his caring boyfriend that’s lying beneath him, looking up with a trusting gaze. Kyuhyun is not here to judge his performance in bed and, let’s face it, he wishes Zhou Mi would get a fucking move on and just blow him because he can’t take it anymore. The younger boy whimpers pathetically, and since he can’t raise his hips, he resorts to rotating them, encouraging his lover to move.
Zhou Mi’s mouth withdraws a bit, lets go of the sweaty hand he was holding, and he painfully digs his fingertips into the younger boy’s thighs (he will apologize later for the crescent marks his nails might leave). When he hums around his mouthful, Kyuhyun doesn’t really want to restrain himself from being loud, so he releases a series of confused, raucous babbles in the air.
Soon the older boy finds a rhythm, he hurriedly bobs his head up and down, and moist lips work wonders on Kyuhyun’s cock. The younger boy’s eyes are closed in sexual bliss, and his mouth gapes to let out hoarse cries, and allow his tongue to sneak out to wet rapidly drying lips. Upon having been verbally denied the use of his hands, Kyuhyun resorts to tossing his legs around for the next few minutes, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
The older boy learns to master this new form of art pretty soon, and he occasionally releases his lover’s cock to let his thumb smooth over the head, massaging a mix of pre-cum, sweat and saliva into it. At first, Kyuhyun isn't sure of what is going on - never had he experienced such a mind-blowing feeling - and he shakes his head dumbly, trying to clear it from the lust.
Cries, whimpers, and jumbled strings of incomprehensible Korean reach Zhou Mi’s ears. The older boy follows a pattern, keeping up the sweetest of tortures: his fingers grip the younger boy’s hardness, holding him still, and his tongue darts out, giving the head of the other’s erection long, sloppy wipes. Then he closes his mouth around it once again, forcefully sucking on it, only to release it soon after to blow air on it.
Stealing a quick glance at his lover's features, Zhou Mi witnesses a pale face contorted in extreme pleasure. He can feel the vein in Kyuhyun’s cock pulsate under his tongue, as all the blood seems to have rushed from the rest of his body and converged there. "Fuck, gege!" The younger boy roars, “I’m s-so close…”
Zhou Mi would love to make Kyuhyun finish like that, but doesn’t want to risk it in case the younger boy feels too drained for more. He doubts he could ignore the burning sensation between his own legs for long still, so he makes a quick decision, and lets Kyuhyun’s erection slide completely out of his mouth.
The older boy doesn’t say anything, only stretches his body past his boyfriend’s head, and reaches for the nightstand. On the other hand, Kyuhyun is absolutely bewildered, and breaks his lover’s eardrums with a big, incontestable what the fuck? The younger boy seems to awaken from the trance he fell in, and tries to knock Zhou Mi over to inflict on him a highly deserved beating (you just can’t deny a man his pleasure!) However, when the older boy retreats back and drops a condom and a small bottle of lubricant on the other’s stomach, forgiveness is written all over Kyuhyun’s face.
“Fuck me, Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi howls as he rubs his hard, throbbing, and still clothed crotch against Kyuhyun’s, “Just fuck me already!”
“W-what?” The younger boy sputters, all confused and damn turned on.
“I am wearing the skirt,” the older boy states decisively, “I am the girl, and I will get fucked, so just sit the fuck up and get started, or I’m going to find Siwon and sit on him.”
Kyuhyun definitely doesn’t like to be threatened and knows that his hyung is very serious right now, so he softly pushes him back and makes him lie down against the sheets. “Can we…” the younger boy whispers tentatively, “can we keep the skirt?”
Zhou Mi laughs at the innocent request, and he surely won’t disagree if it means that Kyuhyun’s sexual drive will increase ten fold. Nevertheless the game has been dragged out for way too long, and the older boy wishes for his boyfriend to do realize that he isn’t the only one who has hormones. “Yes,” he barks at him, “But can you just hurry up?”
Now that the younger boy has regained a bit of his composure, he moves to sit between Zhou Mi’s legs, and hastily bunches the miniskirt at the hip. What little skin that piece of clothing was still hiding is finally exposed and Kyuhyun’s mouth waters at the sight, but when manly briefs are revealed… he stares in disbelief.
“Err… gege?” The younger boy inquires, “Are these supposed to be sexy?”
“What!” Zhou Mi says mildly annoyed, as if wearing women clothing suddenly lost all meaning for the other, “I felt enough embarrassed already when I had to pick this outfit! I’m not a pervert like you, Kui Xian.”
“No, I mean…” Kyuhyun struggles to find the right words, “Do you… well-”
“Look!” The older boy screeches in utter frustration, “If you haven’t done anything yet at the count of three, I’m calling Siwon!”
A serious look suddenly creeps up Kyuhyun’s face, his eyes darken and narrow at the quivering body before his own. A pair of shaking hands grasps the elastic band of the older boy’s underwear, and begins to slide it off kilometric legs. Zhou Mi sighs in contentment as the material brushes against his aching erection, and he’s finally feeling something that isn’t the result of his own gestures. The older boy hasn’t been touched at all yet, pent-up frustration threatens to make tears spill if his boyfriend doesn’t touch him any time soon.
It happens in an instant, Zhou Mi’s underwear lies forgotten on the floor, both boys are impatient, and eager in an obvious consequence of all the foreplay. Kyuhyun’s fingers fumble with the condom packet, trying to rip the wrapping open with sharp teeth, without damaging the latex. Zhou Mi observes with rapt attention for a second, before he clasps Kyuhyun’s hands in his and brings them downward. The older man helps Kyuhyun roll the condom onto his throbbing erection, watching it leak angrily between his lover’s thighs, and purrs in delight when the younger boy tilts his head to catch his lips in a searing kiss.
As soon as they finally manage to separate - their chins glistening with threads of saliva - Zhou Mi unscrews the lid of the bottle of lubricant, and offers it to his boyfriend. The latter appreciatively takes it, and with a free hand he motions for his lover to get on all fours. It’s been a long time since they’ve done it doggy style and the older boy is anticipating it immensely already. The mattress is soft under his hands and knees, but before he can begin to marvel at the wonderful sensations that will be coursing through his body soon, he feels a finger rubbing his entrance.
Kyuhyun’s eyes struggle to focus (it’s difficult to ignore the miniskirt) and his tongue pokes out as he concentrates on the task at hand. Soon, a long and well-lubed finger is pushing its way past Zhou Mi’s tight ring of muscles, and the older boy sputters a curse word or two in Chinese. No matter how many times they’ve had sex in the past few months, the younger boy will always turn down Zhou Mi’s offer of going at it without preparation. Kyuhyun wiggles his finger around a bit, curls, and rotates it as he amusedly listens to his boyfriend’s protests, unable to comprehend any of them.
Two newly inserted fingers and a wet kiss on Zhou Mi’s ass cheek later, the younger boy is finally smearing the condom with a thin layer of lube. He fails to hold back a loud moan at the contact, and his body jolts violently as he welcomes the mental image of what he’s about to do. The younger boy wipes his fingers on the bed sheets, grabs his boyfriend’s hip with brutal force and uses his free hand to guide his erection right into the other’s ass.
Zhou Mi bellows, literally, and Kyuhyun shudders once again at the feel of the older boy clenching around his hardness unbearably hard. The younger boy keeps pushing in until he’s sheathed all the way to the base, and his legs are pressed hotly against the back of Zhou Mi’s thighs. They stay still for a couple of minutes: the older boy doesn’t need to adjust to the other’s girth, not at all; it’s only that they both know neither will last long if Kyuhyun was to start thrusting already.
“Gege,” the younger boy mutters after a while, “Can I…?”
The older boy doesn’t answer verbally, or at least not in a way that would be considered proper language. He simply scoffs at the retarded question, and chooses to show his boyfriend what he wants. Zhou Mi’s hips push back and for a moment there, Kyuhyun loses all reason and understanding. Soon, however, the younger boy draws his waist back, allowing his erection to slide halfway out, and proceeds to slam it back in, causing his lover to cry out loud in sheer pleasure.
It’s a fairly deep entry and Kyuhyun’s movements are free: he grinds, sways, and rocks his hips against Zhou Mi’s ass, changing the angle with each re-entry. His different motions make the older boy pant louder, and gasp for breath every time he feels his lover’s cock brush against his prostate. At first, Zhou Mi tries excruciatingly hard to match the other’s movements, attempts to time their hips, and further fuel Kyuhyun’s lust. After ten long minutes of agonizing deliberate thrusting, though, Zhou Mi’s arms give out and his upper body falls unceremoniously on the mattress.
Apparently, that is all the younger boy was aiming for, as he doesn’t even give his lover time to find a good position, oh no. He leans over the other’s back and slides his left arm around his waist, seizing the miniskirt, as he brings Zhou Mi’s ass impossibly closer to his groin. Kyuhyun really begins to fuck his boyfriend now, all erratic and fierce pounding. Both boys are screaming and crying out so loud that if their dorm wasn’t on the fifth floor, they might have had to be concerned with the fans’ constant presence outside the building.
Kyuhyun’s eyes roll to the back of his head, while Zhou Mi’s swim in a pool of tears of frustration. When the younger boy places two fingers on his lover’s lips, the latter greedily accepts them, and lets them slide into his mouth. Once the digits are covered in saliva, Kyuhyun brings his right hand down and wraps it around Zhou Mi’s throbbing cock, making the latter scream louder than ever.
Neither of the two boys can hold out much longer, so the younger boy gives in to more irregular, violent thrusts, forcing the side of Zhou Mi’s face into the mattress. The hand on the older boy’s hardness glides up and down with bruising force, and if Kyuhyun wasn’t so lost in his own passion, he’d be worried about hurting the other.
“Kyuon!” Zhou Mi shouts in accented Korean, “Kyuhon! F-fuck, Kui Xian!”
The younger boy is the first to come, his vision wavers a little as he refuses to close his eyes, wanting to see his boyfriend shudder with his own release. He keeps going, just for him: he rotates his waist side to side, and tries to give Zhou Mi as much pleasure as possible. A minute or two go by, and now it’s the older boy’s time to come all over the sheets in thick spurts. His body is pervaded by tremors as Kyuhyun’s fingers squeeze his cock, milking Zhou Mi for all he’s worth.
At last, the older boy’s legs give out too, and Kyuhyun falls onto his lover’s back with little to no regard for his equally weakened state. They’re visibly exhausted, drained, and weary, but undeniably satisfied. After a few minutes, Kyuhyun pulls out and rolls onto his back next to the other’s body. When both heads turn, they look into each other’s eyes, seeing nothing but love, and affection. Their hands search one another, and when they find their target, the younger boy brings Zhou Mi’s to his lips to place a tender kiss on each fingertip.
"The outfit was hot," Kyuhyun confirms reassuringly, "But who the hell is Kyuon?”
Zhou Mi cackles, all large and glistening eyes.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t laugh…” the younger boy smirks at him, “We're going to have to work on that Korean pronunciation of yours. You fail, and real hard too.”
Author: kyuppuccino
Pairing: Zhou Mi / Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17 (for cussing and graphic sex)
Prompt: sujukinkmeme ㅡ crossdressing, Zhoumi loses a bet and it ends up with loud sex.
Word-count: 6649 words.
Extra info: Zhou Mi will be wearing this top, and this skirt.
Comments: very much beta-ed for once! Thank you, Jen.
The first to set foot in the dorm is Zhou Mi: he leaves his shoes at the front door for everyone to tiptoe around, and quickly storms his way in and out of the living room, slamming the door shut behind him. Dinner will be ready soon, but that’s the last thing on his mind right now; he isn’t hungry anyway, so why bother at all?
After the quarrel that took place backstage, Zhou Mi decided to ignore everyone throughout the whole ride back to the dorm - he surely didn’t need anyone’s pity. Never before had he been so content with having to use separate cars instead of the van, as it allowed him to avoid the person that was bringing him so much distress. The other five members of Super Junior M let out a sigh of relief at the newfound peace; however, once back home, Zhou Mi could no longer ignore the other boy’s existence as, sadly, they've been sharing a room for the past few months.
A string of curses leaves Kyuhyun’s mouth in a barely audible whisper as he stomps his feet down the hallway and proceeds to kick open the door behind which Zhou Mi disappeared. The group’s manager shakes his head in disappointment and silently motions for the rest of the boys to go to the kitchen - where their own safety is assured - before further obscene incoherencies can reach their not-so-very virgin ears.
Nevertheless, loud cries and obvious noises of a ferocious argument can be heard all the way to the kitchen, but they know better than to intervene: eyes are kept downcast and their voices are much quieter as they try hard to concentrate on the bowls before them, poking at the food with their chopsticks. As much as they utterly wish for the fight to be over and the screaming to cease, they know that it's definitely none of their business.
“Get out!” Zhou Mi’s irritated voice rises a few octaves in his angered state.
“This is my room too!” Kyuhyun shouts back, walking up to the older boy.
“I… I don’t care! I said I w-won’t do it.” Zhou Mi stutters in broken Korean, taken aback by Kyuhyun’s challenging eyes.
“You lost a bet, gege.” The younger boy states matter-of-factly as he takes a step closer, “Deal with it.”
The room is immersed in a frightening silence for an instant; the only slightly perceptible sounds are those of their uneven breathing. Zhou Mi narrows his eyes and glares, his face is tinged red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Suddenly, he tries to retort with a witty remark out of extreme anxiety, but nothing comes to his mind. Kyuhyun stares into the other’s eyes, his gaze equally inquisitive. After what seems like forever, Kyuhyun shoots a spiteful glance at his lover, and voices out thoughts he kept bottled up inside him for far too long.
“Then admit it for once, gege! Do you care more about your reputation, or me?”
Zhou Mi’s eyes widen considerably when such accusatory words fall from Kyuhyun’s lips. He takes a step forward and ultimately closes the short distance that is separating them; he raises his hand in a swift movement as if to strike the younger boy, but catches himself before damage can be done. When Zhou Mi roughly pushes Kyuhyun, though, the younger boy clumsily loses balance and falls back on the bed, a look of apparent shock paints his face. Zhou Mi had never been violent with him before, in any form. It didn’t even look like he was capable of doing any harm, that girl, but apparently he actually was. He might have not slapped Kyuhyun this time, but shoving him seemed just as bad. The older boy’s eyes are filled with rage and incredulity, both arms still stretched out before Kyuhyun and a steady finger pointing at him with confidence.
“Do you really think that low of me?” Zhou Mi throws his hands up in frustration, “What if… ah! Fuck it, Kui Xian! Do I look that egocentric to you?”
“Why?” Kyuhyun spits reproachfully, “What am I supposed to think when you will do nothing to prove me wrong?”
“Is that so?” Zhou Mi’s voice breaks and his hands tremble visibly. Soon, tears begin to trace a path down his cheeks, but he’s quick to wipe at them with his sleeve. Kyuhyun lowers his gaze and stares at the floor, his face doing little to hide the emotions nagging at his heart, yet he tries hard to appear unaffected. He is angry with Zhou Mi, no matter how trivial the reason is. Nevertheless, making him cry is definitely not what he was trying to accomplish.
“Look gege,” Kyuhyun sits up from his awkward position on the bed and exhales loudly as he tries to calm down. “I understand that it’s a stupid bet, I can also see why you’re so stubborn and want to reject my request, but can’t you do it for me… just this once?”
Zhou Mi looks at the younger boy dumbfounded, hurt apparent in his eyes. The older boy is unsure of what to say, or how to react to that. However, before he’s even given the chance to formulate a rational thought, Kyuhyun resumes talking. “Are you… I don’t know! This is stupid! Are you afraid of being judged? We aren’t going anywhere, we can do it here.”
For a moment, the older boy forces his brain to process the information and let it sink in. Ever so slowly, he tries to think of something to say, something coherent and mature, but it seems that Kyuhyun’s words made all his brain cells implode. “I… I mean, you really want to see me like that?” With that, Coherency and Maturity bid him farewell for the rest of the night.
Kyuhyun’s jaw drops, literally. He doesn’t know whether to cry or laugh at his lover’s naivety, he seriously can’t believe his ears, is it that hard to see, really? They had been together for seven months already for God’s sake and sex was turning out to be more than a little boring already. Kyuhyun likes to try different things, situations, and this, well, this seems like a great opportunity.
“Hell yes, Zhou Mi ge.” Kyuhyun breathes out in a low whisper, hands clenched at his sides in a vain attempt to control his inner instincts.
Zhou Mi is so close, yet so far away. It’s such a cliché, but so true. Kyuhyun closes his eyes tightly before continuing. The younger boy isn’t embarrassed per se, but can't bear to look into Zhou Mi’s eyes as he speaks up once more. “I do, I want to see you in a damn skirt, I want you to wear make-up and I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop. I really do.”
“Oh.” is all Zhou Mi can intelligently say as his cheeks welcome all shades of red.
It’s a mere two hours later that Kyuhyun hears a soft knock on the door and a feeble request for permission to come in. He already knows who it is, without having to wait for the familiar voice to come from the other side. Quickly, he sets down the magazine he was lazily flipping through and sits up in bed, shifting a little to find a more comfortable position.
“Kui Xian, can I come in?”
Kyuhyun doesn’t get to respond (even if he wanted to protest and tell the other that he took so fucking long he was falling asleep) because, a second later, Zhou Mi awkwardly makes his way into the room and struggles to walk past the piles of clothes, books, and shoes scattered all over the floor. The younger boy stares; he is frozen on the spot, so he all he can do is stare.
The older boy is now standing before him: tall, classy and beautiful. His short pitch-black hair is slightly parted to the side and minuscule silver hairclips miserably try to keep it in place. Unruly tufts of hair are falling in his face, and Kyuhyun feels the urge to twist the ends and push them back to take a better look at the hidden dark orbs. There’s a thin trace of black eyeliner on Zhou Mi’s bottom eyelids, it accentuates his gaze brilliantly, and a groan dies on the younger boy’s lips.
Kyuhyun takes in every single detail of the stunning sight in front of him, his eyes frantically travel up and down, not wanting to miss an inch. Zhou Mi carefully sits down on the bed, crossing his legs as he places both hands behind his back to support his weight. The miniskirt he’s wearing does little to hide his slender legs as the bottom of it rides up a bit to reveal slightly tan thighs. The skin there is flawless, smooth and with little to no hair at all - he really didn’t think his legs required any shaving.
The outfit seems to be absolutely perfect - if Kyuhyun’s agape mouth is anything to go by, that is - and Zhou Mi mentally compliments himself once again for his taste in fashion. The skirt is short, yes, but not short to the extent of making him look like a slut. The fabric is black and slightly rough to the touch: he has to admit that its constant rubbing against his skin is atrociously teasing him; four large loops hold up a belt of the same material and two equally useless suspenders are attached to it (they are in this year, and he clearly could not refuse being trendy!)
“Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi asks hesitantly when he notices that Kyuhyun has yet to say a thing, “Kui Xian, are you… okay?”
He knows he looks gorgeous and the other man’s lustful eyes are making him gain even more confidence, but he is dying to hear the other’s voice. The older boy is actually starting to enjoy this so-called punishment - losing that bet will probably end up proving itself to be a true blessing for him - and he will make sure that his boyfriend shares his same sentiment.
Kyuhyun swallows hard and very visibly too, he opens his mouth to answer and tell him that yes, he is very much okay, but he also wants to fuck him already, yet the only sound that comes out is ridiculously closer to a strangled moan than a proper word. The younger boy’s face flushes red and feels burning hot; usually, he is the one in control, does all the teasing and makes Zhou Mi hide in embarrassment, but this… this is killing him. It takes a significantly big effort for him to finally speak, and swears to himself that he will make Zhou Mi pay for this humiliation once he can get his brain to function properly.
“Zhou Mi ge…” Kyuhyun says breathlessly as he reaches out with a hand to run his fingertips over the older boy’s thigh. “Zhou Mi, gege.” He repeats more firmly as he leans forward to place both hands on the other’s bare shoulders, and gently pushes him back until he is sprawled out all over the bed, with his long limbs taking up half of it. “Oh God, let me touch you, I want to touch you everywhere.”
“Then do it, Kui Xian.”
Curiosity, desire, and excitement are written all over Kyuhyun’s face, as he moves to straddle the older boy. Their eyes sparkle and Kyuhyun licks his lips before leaning down to deliver the very first and probably last chaste kiss they’ll be sharing tonight. He takes a moment longer to study Zhou Mi’s features, making the latter look on expectantly. The older boy calls out Kyuhyun’s name again, with more insistency this time, as if to urge him on and Kyuhyun just knows what he has to do, and wants to do. He has for a long time now.
The younger boy starts leaning towards Zhou Mi; the closer he gets, the faster their hearts beat, until they can literally feel the pounding in their temples. This is exactly how it was supposed to be: Zhou Mi’s lack of control over the situation is understandable judging from the outfit, and he hadn’t really dreamt of being in charge when he ventured into a woman’s clothing store. He expected Kyuhyun to be able to regain his senses fairly quickly, and apparently he was right, and had been all along: Kyuhyun was too much of a strong and determined man. Zhou Mi doesn’t mind at all anyway, because the thought of Kyuhyun wanting, needing, and touching his body like he’s never done before is enough to make him shiver in anticipation. And he has barely done anything yet.
Kyuhyun’s hands press the other boy’s body down hard, and Zhou Mi writhes impatiently on the mattress. The younger boy's thighs tighten on either side of Zhou Mi’s hips and the latter really wants to entangle their legs together, to get impossibly closer to his lover. However, before he can even move a muscle, Kyuhyun’s waist begins to rotate in slow, torturous movements and his ass rubs directly against Zhou Mi’s crotch. When Kyuhyun stops squirming for a moment, he swears he can feel the other’s cock harden beneath him. It’s a pity they’re still wearing clothes, but Kyuhyun isn’t sure he really wants Zhou Mi to lose that miniskirt as it is the reason he’s so turned on in the first place.
Zhou Mi wants to say something, moan, scream, anything; but all he can do is swallow, because his throat is too parched and Kyuhyun’s lips are suddenly devouring his. The kiss is messy and Zhou Mi eventually senses that Kyuhyun won’t really control his urges anymore, so he thinks fuck it and lets the younger boy give in to all of his inner instincts. Suddenly, Kyuhyun pushes his tongue deeper into the older boy’s mouth, as if he was trying to get it all the way down his throat, and Zhou Mi’s afraid he might choke. A thin trail of saliva escapes and dribbles down Zhou Mi’s chin, only to end up falling onto the fabric of his very expensive Christian Dior top.
When Kyuhyun is finally ready to relent a little, Zhou Mi is gasping and panting and his hands are clutching onto the younger boy’s forearms, leaving red welts in the process. Kyuhyun’s tongue darts out and lashes across the other’s lower lip once again as his hips resume their circular motions; Zhou Mi cries out loudly, unable to resist, and his lover arches a brow as if to question the other’s ability to keep quiet. They aren’t alone at the dorm, they should probably worry about their fellow members’ sanity, but all rationality flies right out of the window when Zhou Mi attempts to get up to divest Kyuhyun of his clothes.
It’s easy, it’s simple, and they just can’t stop now. Kyuhyun helps Zhou Mi sit up, but firmly refuses to get off him, so his lover allows him to sit in his lap. Who cares if the walls are thin anyway? Who gives a damn if they can hear them, it’s not like anyone ever complained when Donghae brought in two random girls, and the bed creaked for a long, long time (Kyuhyun actually wondered how many erections a guy could have in the span of four hours: that boy was full of energies, no doubt). Oh! And what about the time Geng had totally disturbing phone sex with Heechul in the fucking kitchen? No one uttered a word, except for Siwon, but that was because he wasn’t getting any.
Therefore, Kyuhyun doesn’t tell Zhou Mi to be quiet, and doesn’t gag him either (even if he is tempted to); instead, he unhooks the suspenders slowly, one by one, and slides them behind his lover’s back. Zhou Mi bows his head and looks at the trembling fingers that are undressing him with greed. Kyuhyun places his hands on the older boy’s hips and grabs the bottom of his shirt - a white off-shoulder top, with random English words in silver print on the front - and begins to slide it up and off the other’s lean body.
“Are you that impatient, Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi says when he feels Kyuhyun’s hands sneak under his skirt next. Kyuhyun growls louder than he meant to, and crushes his lips against the older boy’s. Tongue, teeth and hands are everywhere on Zhou Mi’s body and Kyuhyun thinks he doesn’t mind at all. When they break apart yet again - Kyuhyun just loved making out - the younger boy isn’t satisfied, so he fists both hands in Zhou Mi’s hair and curls his tongue around the shell of his ear, sending shivers down the other’s spine. It’s only when that same tongue slides right into Zhou Mi’s ear and teeth nibble on his lobe that the older boy finally cries out: if the other guys hadn’t heard them before, there was no denying that this time it reached their ears.
Kyuhyun licks a path down Zhou Mi’s neck and sinks his teeth into his collarbone, shoulder, and arm. The older boy hisses in pain, but doesn’t stop him, he never would, never will. When Kyuhyun grabs his lover’s hands and directs them under his own shirt, Zhou Mi finally gets a move on and explores a little before opting for further removal of annoying clothing. Kyuhyun’s shirt is tossed on the floor in a heartbeat and Zhou Mi lets his hands touch and his tongue lick obscene paths from collarbone to nipple.
“Say my name…” Kyuhyun begs as a tormenting sensation of desire coils in his lower abdomen, “Say my name, gege, say it!”
Zhou Mi complies because, clearly, no one could ever deny Kyuhyun for too long, and soon he’s chanting Kui Xian, Kui Xian, Kui Xian in a loud voice. Their chests are pressed up together in a hot embrace, and their hands scramble for purchase onto slick backs, scratching red marks on creamy skin.
Kyuhyun eventually loses control of his hips, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s always been so fucking stiff, Zhou Mi would call it an amazing lap dance. The movements are fierce, needy and spasmodic: Zhou Mi can feel himself growing considerably harder at that and it’s almost unbearable, and painful. The younger boy reaches down with a hand and furiously rubs his own crotch through his pants, trying to finish as quickly as possible.
“Fucking hell, Kui Xian!” Zhou Mi shouts as he catches both of Kyuhyun’s wrists in his hands, “Can’t you wait?”
The younger boy had never been like this before; usually, it was Zhou Mi who had to try and hold back, wanting to come at the same time as Kyuhyun (they even resorted to using cock rings quite a number of times). Kyuhyun was the perfect lover: always thinking of his boyfriend’s pleasure before his, and he could last for a very long time too, what more could Zhou Mi ask for? Tonight, however, the tables have turned and the older boy is sure it won’t last much longer if he doesn’t do anything about it.
Zhou Mi reluctantly pushes Kyuhyun off his lap and forces him to lie on his back: the younger boy is nearly a sinful vision - more so than Zhou Mi sporting a miniskirt - matted hair, swollen lips, and glazed eyes. Zhou Mi leans down and lovingly places a soft kiss on the tip of his lover’s nose. “Take it slow, Kui Xian,” he tells him as he hooks his fingers through the loops of Kyuhyun’s jeans, “I’m not going anywhere.”
The front of Kyuhyun’s pants looks ridiculously tight and the look on his face just a bit too uncomfortable. Zhou Mi takes over for a moment, encouraging Kyuhyun to fix his irregular breathing. The older boy eventually unhooks his fingers from the belt loops, undoes the single button of the jeans and drags the zipper all the way down, revealing the growing bulge that twitches against soaked underwear.
Kyuhyun bites down hard on his bottom lip, but still can’t manage to stifle a loud moan at the slight contact. The older boy smirks at him, eyes full of knowledge and malice, and when he traces a finger along Kyuhyun’s clothed erection, the strangled cry that escapes the younger boy’s throat is music to Zhou Mi’s ears. “Is it good?” The latter asks, beaming with pride and superiority, and Kyuhyun nods his head fervently.
It’s not long before the younger boy feverishly attempts to get rid of his own pants, though, and Zhou Mi assists him through the process by helping him bend his legs and pulling the material off. Two sets of hands hastily move onto Kyuhyun’s boxers in unison, until Zhou Mi slaps Kyuhyun’s away and narrows his eyes at him, growling predatorily. The younger boy whines, but drops his arms at his sides and allows Zhou Mi to finish what he started.
The older boy softly pats his lover’s side a couple of times, encouraging him to lift his hips. Kyuhyun props himself up on his elbows, seeking leverage, and groans as Zhou Mi pulls his boxers clean off. Kyuhyun’s body spasms and both boys look down with fascination at the newly exposed skin. Kyuhyun’s thick, pulsating cock rests on his stomach, leaking pre-cum onto it, and Zhou Mi’s hands reach for it on their own accord. His fingers circle the base and gently squeeze it, causing Kyuhyun to gasp breathlessly, “Ah, gege!”
Zhou Mi smiles triumphantly, thinking that his lover’s become just a bit too easy - who knew that a miniskirt could do such wonders? Slowly, he leans down to place a dry kiss on Kyuhyun’s erection, only to sneak his tongue out and drag it across the head immediately after. When Zhou Mi blows cool air on his overly sensitive cock, the younger boy braces himself and fists the creases of the bed sheets in his hands. “G-gege,” Kyuhyun’s voice comes out in a high-pitched sigh, “suck it. Suck me off, gege!”
There is something incredibly arousing about those words, never had Kyuhyun’s voice sounded so sensual, and zealous (unless he was singing in Chinese). It’s not the sexual semantic they carry that makes Zhou Mi shiver, but the tone in which they are said. Kyuhyun is imploring, begging for the older boy to pleasure him, and Zhou Mi decides he will give his boyfriend a reason to stop pleading like an inexperienced teenager.
Before complying, however, Zhou Mi crawls atop the younger boy’s naked form and kisses him hard on the mouth, almost brutally. When the older boy is about to pull away, Kyuhyun places a hand on the back of the other’s head and pulls him down again. Their lips meet mid-way, and repeatedly share quick, sloppy kisses; the younger boy’s hips arch up and off the bed in an obvious attempt to press his erection against the other’s stomach, shamelessly seeking glorious friction.
Neither of the two seems to ever get tired of making out, yearning to convey their sincere love for one another in the midst of such overwhelming passion. Zhou Mi reaches down with a free hand and grips Kyuhyun’s cock resolutely, sensing the desperation in his kisses. Firm fingers slide up and down the younger boy’s hardness at a fast pace as their tongues refuse to cease battling for dominance. Kyuhyun lets a strangled cry into the other boy’s mouth, his eyes fly open and his thighs spread apart a little as a violent shudder runs down his spine.
Zhou Mi stills for a moment, and opts for a slower pumping motion upon feeling the familiar wetness of pre-cum sticking to his thumb. He is determined to make Kyuhyun come, and very soon too, but this isn’t how he wants it to happen. The younger boy presses Zhou Mi’s head down harder, uncaring of the fact that their lips will be bruised tomorrow, and God only knows what their manager will say then. At the same time, Kyuhyun finally lets go of the crumpled bed sheets, and grabs the hand on his cock to try and force Zhou Mi to masturbate him faster.
The older boy has other ideas, though, and brushes off Kyuhyun’s insistence. With an immense effort, he manages to free himself from the grasp the younger boy has on him and regains the upper hand. Kyuhyun whines, protests, and pouts, and it’s so fucking adorable that Zhou Mi almost gives in, almost. “Trust me, Kui Xian,” the older boy demands as he stares at the scene before him in sheer enchantment, “I know what I’m doing.”
Hands are on Kyuhyun’s legs as the older boy spreads them wider apart and bends them at the knee, so he can settle between them. Zhou Mi leans down without any hesitation and lets his wet tongue poke the slit of Kyuhyun’s erection. The younger boy’s hands shoot down, his fingers twist into Zhou Mi’s hair, and pull at short strands, causing him to softly whimper in pain. The older boy's head appears to be a complete mess now, as the hairpins are awkwardly beginning to come off, but that's currently not topping the list of his concerns.
Kyuhyun’s throat emits guttural noises, nearly purring in satisfaction already as Zhou Mi gradually takes in an inch or two of his lover’s cock and swallows. The older boy can’t help but notice that pleasing Kyuhyun is far too easy tonight, and it’s making him crave for more and more. The younger boy’s impudent responses feed Zhou Mi’s desire as well, and he fears he might climax observing his reactions alone.
The younger boy’s hips arch up as he tries to push all of his cock past the other’s lips, but Zhou Mi won’t agree with such a needy demand, not yet. The older boy places one of his strong hands on Kyuhyun’s stomach and presses it down roughly, trying to get the point across. His hot breath on Kyuhyun’s wet skin causes the younger boy’s hardness to twitch desperately and Zhou Mi finally decides to stop making him linger for more.
In a hasty motion, the older boy’s free hand blindly searches for Kyuhyun’s, and once he finds it he holds on tightly as he tries to slide more of the other into his mouth. Steadily, Zhou Mi takes Kyuhyun’s erection in to the hilt, and forces his throat to relax and close around it. As ridiculous as it may sound, the older boy has never gone this far before. Usually, Kyuhyun is the one doing all the sucking and fucking (before, during, and after the sex), all Zhou Mi was ever required to do was sit back, loosen up and get fucked.
There’s confidence in the older boy’s eyes, though, and it’s his caring boyfriend that’s lying beneath him, looking up with a trusting gaze. Kyuhyun is not here to judge his performance in bed and, let’s face it, he wishes Zhou Mi would get a fucking move on and just blow him because he can’t take it anymore. The younger boy whimpers pathetically, and since he can’t raise his hips, he resorts to rotating them, encouraging his lover to move.
Zhou Mi’s mouth withdraws a bit, lets go of the sweaty hand he was holding, and he painfully digs his fingertips into the younger boy’s thighs (he will apologize later for the crescent marks his nails might leave). When he hums around his mouthful, Kyuhyun doesn’t really want to restrain himself from being loud, so he releases a series of confused, raucous babbles in the air.
Soon the older boy finds a rhythm, he hurriedly bobs his head up and down, and moist lips work wonders on Kyuhyun’s cock. The younger boy’s eyes are closed in sexual bliss, and his mouth gapes to let out hoarse cries, and allow his tongue to sneak out to wet rapidly drying lips. Upon having been verbally denied the use of his hands, Kyuhyun resorts to tossing his legs around for the next few minutes, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
The older boy learns to master this new form of art pretty soon, and he occasionally releases his lover’s cock to let his thumb smooth over the head, massaging a mix of pre-cum, sweat and saliva into it. At first, Kyuhyun isn't sure of what is going on - never had he experienced such a mind-blowing feeling - and he shakes his head dumbly, trying to clear it from the lust.
Cries, whimpers, and jumbled strings of incomprehensible Korean reach Zhou Mi’s ears. The older boy follows a pattern, keeping up the sweetest of tortures: his fingers grip the younger boy’s hardness, holding him still, and his tongue darts out, giving the head of the other’s erection long, sloppy wipes. Then he closes his mouth around it once again, forcefully sucking on it, only to release it soon after to blow air on it.
Stealing a quick glance at his lover's features, Zhou Mi witnesses a pale face contorted in extreme pleasure. He can feel the vein in Kyuhyun’s cock pulsate under his tongue, as all the blood seems to have rushed from the rest of his body and converged there. "Fuck, gege!" The younger boy roars, “I’m s-so close…”
Zhou Mi would love to make Kyuhyun finish like that, but doesn’t want to risk it in case the younger boy feels too drained for more. He doubts he could ignore the burning sensation between his own legs for long still, so he makes a quick decision, and lets Kyuhyun’s erection slide completely out of his mouth.
The older boy doesn’t say anything, only stretches his body past his boyfriend’s head, and reaches for the nightstand. On the other hand, Kyuhyun is absolutely bewildered, and breaks his lover’s eardrums with a big, incontestable what the fuck? The younger boy seems to awaken from the trance he fell in, and tries to knock Zhou Mi over to inflict on him a highly deserved beating (you just can’t deny a man his pleasure!) However, when the older boy retreats back and drops a condom and a small bottle of lubricant on the other’s stomach, forgiveness is written all over Kyuhyun’s face.
“Fuck me, Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi howls as he rubs his hard, throbbing, and still clothed crotch against Kyuhyun’s, “Just fuck me already!”
“W-what?” The younger boy sputters, all confused and damn turned on.
“I am wearing the skirt,” the older boy states decisively, “I am the girl, and I will get fucked, so just sit the fuck up and get started, or I’m going to find Siwon and sit on him.”
Kyuhyun definitely doesn’t like to be threatened and knows that his hyung is very serious right now, so he softly pushes him back and makes him lie down against the sheets. “Can we…” the younger boy whispers tentatively, “can we keep the skirt?”
Zhou Mi laughs at the innocent request, and he surely won’t disagree if it means that Kyuhyun’s sexual drive will increase ten fold. Nevertheless the game has been dragged out for way too long, and the older boy wishes for his boyfriend to do realize that he isn’t the only one who has hormones. “Yes,” he barks at him, “But can you just hurry up?”
Now that the younger boy has regained a bit of his composure, he moves to sit between Zhou Mi’s legs, and hastily bunches the miniskirt at the hip. What little skin that piece of clothing was still hiding is finally exposed and Kyuhyun’s mouth waters at the sight, but when manly briefs are revealed… he stares in disbelief.
“Err… gege?” The younger boy inquires, “Are these supposed to be sexy?”
“What!” Zhou Mi says mildly annoyed, as if wearing women clothing suddenly lost all meaning for the other, “I felt enough embarrassed already when I had to pick this outfit! I’m not a pervert like you, Kui Xian.”
“No, I mean…” Kyuhyun struggles to find the right words, “Do you… well-”
“Look!” The older boy screeches in utter frustration, “If you haven’t done anything yet at the count of three, I’m calling Siwon!”
A serious look suddenly creeps up Kyuhyun’s face, his eyes darken and narrow at the quivering body before his own. A pair of shaking hands grasps the elastic band of the older boy’s underwear, and begins to slide it off kilometric legs. Zhou Mi sighs in contentment as the material brushes against his aching erection, and he’s finally feeling something that isn’t the result of his own gestures. The older boy hasn’t been touched at all yet, pent-up frustration threatens to make tears spill if his boyfriend doesn’t touch him any time soon.
It happens in an instant, Zhou Mi’s underwear lies forgotten on the floor, both boys are impatient, and eager in an obvious consequence of all the foreplay. Kyuhyun’s fingers fumble with the condom packet, trying to rip the wrapping open with sharp teeth, without damaging the latex. Zhou Mi observes with rapt attention for a second, before he clasps Kyuhyun’s hands in his and brings them downward. The older man helps Kyuhyun roll the condom onto his throbbing erection, watching it leak angrily between his lover’s thighs, and purrs in delight when the younger boy tilts his head to catch his lips in a searing kiss.
As soon as they finally manage to separate - their chins glistening with threads of saliva - Zhou Mi unscrews the lid of the bottle of lubricant, and offers it to his boyfriend. The latter appreciatively takes it, and with a free hand he motions for his lover to get on all fours. It’s been a long time since they’ve done it doggy style and the older boy is anticipating it immensely already. The mattress is soft under his hands and knees, but before he can begin to marvel at the wonderful sensations that will be coursing through his body soon, he feels a finger rubbing his entrance.
Kyuhyun’s eyes struggle to focus (it’s difficult to ignore the miniskirt) and his tongue pokes out as he concentrates on the task at hand. Soon, a long and well-lubed finger is pushing its way past Zhou Mi’s tight ring of muscles, and the older boy sputters a curse word or two in Chinese. No matter how many times they’ve had sex in the past few months, the younger boy will always turn down Zhou Mi’s offer of going at it without preparation. Kyuhyun wiggles his finger around a bit, curls, and rotates it as he amusedly listens to his boyfriend’s protests, unable to comprehend any of them.
Two newly inserted fingers and a wet kiss on Zhou Mi’s ass cheek later, the younger boy is finally smearing the condom with a thin layer of lube. He fails to hold back a loud moan at the contact, and his body jolts violently as he welcomes the mental image of what he’s about to do. The younger boy wipes his fingers on the bed sheets, grabs his boyfriend’s hip with brutal force and uses his free hand to guide his erection right into the other’s ass.
Zhou Mi bellows, literally, and Kyuhyun shudders once again at the feel of the older boy clenching around his hardness unbearably hard. The younger boy keeps pushing in until he’s sheathed all the way to the base, and his legs are pressed hotly against the back of Zhou Mi’s thighs. They stay still for a couple of minutes: the older boy doesn’t need to adjust to the other’s girth, not at all; it’s only that they both know neither will last long if Kyuhyun was to start thrusting already.
“Gege,” the younger boy mutters after a while, “Can I…?”
The older boy doesn’t answer verbally, or at least not in a way that would be considered proper language. He simply scoffs at the retarded question, and chooses to show his boyfriend what he wants. Zhou Mi’s hips push back and for a moment there, Kyuhyun loses all reason and understanding. Soon, however, the younger boy draws his waist back, allowing his erection to slide halfway out, and proceeds to slam it back in, causing his lover to cry out loud in sheer pleasure.
It’s a fairly deep entry and Kyuhyun’s movements are free: he grinds, sways, and rocks his hips against Zhou Mi’s ass, changing the angle with each re-entry. His different motions make the older boy pant louder, and gasp for breath every time he feels his lover’s cock brush against his prostate. At first, Zhou Mi tries excruciatingly hard to match the other’s movements, attempts to time their hips, and further fuel Kyuhyun’s lust. After ten long minutes of agonizing deliberate thrusting, though, Zhou Mi’s arms give out and his upper body falls unceremoniously on the mattress.
Apparently, that is all the younger boy was aiming for, as he doesn’t even give his lover time to find a good position, oh no. He leans over the other’s back and slides his left arm around his waist, seizing the miniskirt, as he brings Zhou Mi’s ass impossibly closer to his groin. Kyuhyun really begins to fuck his boyfriend now, all erratic and fierce pounding. Both boys are screaming and crying out so loud that if their dorm wasn’t on the fifth floor, they might have had to be concerned with the fans’ constant presence outside the building.
Kyuhyun’s eyes roll to the back of his head, while Zhou Mi’s swim in a pool of tears of frustration. When the younger boy places two fingers on his lover’s lips, the latter greedily accepts them, and lets them slide into his mouth. Once the digits are covered in saliva, Kyuhyun brings his right hand down and wraps it around Zhou Mi’s throbbing cock, making the latter scream louder than ever.
Neither of the two boys can hold out much longer, so the younger boy gives in to more irregular, violent thrusts, forcing the side of Zhou Mi’s face into the mattress. The hand on the older boy’s hardness glides up and down with bruising force, and if Kyuhyun wasn’t so lost in his own passion, he’d be worried about hurting the other.
“Kyuon!” Zhou Mi shouts in accented Korean, “Kyuhon! F-fuck, Kui Xian!”
The younger boy is the first to come, his vision wavers a little as he refuses to close his eyes, wanting to see his boyfriend shudder with his own release. He keeps going, just for him: he rotates his waist side to side, and tries to give Zhou Mi as much pleasure as possible. A minute or two go by, and now it’s the older boy’s time to come all over the sheets in thick spurts. His body is pervaded by tremors as Kyuhyun’s fingers squeeze his cock, milking Zhou Mi for all he’s worth.
At last, the older boy’s legs give out too, and Kyuhyun falls onto his lover’s back with little to no regard for his equally weakened state. They’re visibly exhausted, drained, and weary, but undeniably satisfied. After a few minutes, Kyuhyun pulls out and rolls onto his back next to the other’s body. When both heads turn, they look into each other’s eyes, seeing nothing but love, and affection. Their hands search one another, and when they find their target, the younger boy brings Zhou Mi’s to his lips to place a tender kiss on each fingertip.
"The outfit was hot," Kyuhyun confirms reassuringly, "But who the hell is Kyuon?”
Zhou Mi cackles, all large and glistening eyes.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t laugh…” the younger boy smirks at him, “We're going to have to work on that Korean pronunciation of yours. You fail, and real hard too.”