At Your Service 2/3
Title: At Your Service 2/3?
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to claim, but god, I wish I was theirs to claim.
Summary: It was inevitable, sure, but Changmin liked his privacy. He liked doing things himself. A personal servant was only going to complicate things.
Warnings: slightly underage smut: Changmin is 19, Yoochun is 15.
Part 2:
Changmin woke up suddenly, eyes blinking open. He held his breath, waiting. Everything was dim. Embers burned in the hearth, so someone (probably Yoochun) had come in while he was sleeping and started a fire.
Ears trained to the slightest noise, body alert for danger, Changmin waited, senses keen. Something had awakened him.
A noise, from the main room.
Changmin climbed out of bed quietly, and moved across his room. The door squeaked as he opened it. A single candle burned on a table, and Changmin blinked, eyes growing used to the dim light.
The noise came again. A small whimper, and Changmin’s gaze cut to the door.
Yoochun was curled in a ball with a thin blanket over him and a small pillow under his head. His face scrunched up, twitching, and he whimpered again. Dreaming. No, shivering, from the cold.
Changmin stared at him, anger rising in him. Yoochun was supposed to sleep on the floor, the cold floor, like a dog while he slept in an ostentatious bed?
Yeah, not happening.
Changmin moved across the room swiftly. He bent down, easily picked Yoochun up and carried him.
Yoochun startled awake, and his eyes blinked, but he didn’t register anything until Changmin laid him in his bed.
“C-Changmin-shi.”
“You are to sleep with me,” Changmin said, “not lying by the door like a pair of discarded boots.”
Yoochun turned his head, probably blushing and Changmin maneuvered them under the covers. He was still naked, and Yoochun’s skin was cold against his. Changmin pulled them together, and rubbed warmth into his body.
Yoochun stopped shivering after a few minutes.
“Are you warm now?” Changmin whispered, mouth against his neck.
Yoochun nodded. “T-thank you.”
Changmin smiled and held him tightly, arms around his middle. “Go back to sleep.”
Changmin listened to Yoochun’s breathing slow, felt his body go slack with sleep. He smiled, nestled against the other, and fell asleep breathing in the sweet scent of his skin.
When Yoochun moved, Changmin grumbled and pulled on him tightly.
“Changmin-shi,” Yoochun whispered, “I have to go prepare for your day.”
Changmin grumbled again and curled over until he had Yoochun mostly pinned beneath him on his stomach. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know that it wasn’t even dawn yet.
Yoochun squirmed, hip sliding on Changmin’s morning erection.
Changmin moaned, hand on Yoochun’s side and slid against him, thrusting slowly.
Yoochun gasped and pushed back, arching into his chest. The movement let Changmin’s hand slip around Yoochun’s hip and his fingers curled around Yoochun’s dick.
“C-Chang-oh, oh … oh, Changmin-shi, please.”
Changmin smiled. He adjusted until he was hovering over the boy, one hand by his head. Yoochun moved too, getting his knees under him, but keeping his legs spread. His body was shadowed, and Changmin couldn’t wait to see it in the light again. He kept his strokes slow and started kissing Yoochun’s neck, down to his shoulders. With a minor adjustment, his erection slid along Yoochun’s cleft again, and they both moaned.
Yoochun whimpered, hips jerking back, and then with a sudden cry, he twised until he was on his back and his own hand brought him to completion. He covered his stomach in white puddles of come, and Changmin pouted.
Yoochun opened his eyes, blushing, and then said between heaving breaths. “I didn’t want to come on your bed.”
“Our bed,” Changmin corrected, “and you could have, but that’s okay.” He climbed over Yoochun and the boy swallowed nervously. Changmin ran his finger through the come and then pressed it against Yoochun’s lips.
Yoochun gasped, mouth opening, and Changmin smiled as he licked his fingers clean.
“I’m sorry I kept you from your duties,” Changmin whispered. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his come-salty lips. “Go on. Let me know when breakfast is ready.”
Yoochun nodded and shimmied away from him, slipping off the bed. His skin was red with shame or heat, Changmin wasn’t sure. The boy was beyond beautiful.
Changmin had a feeling that he was skirting the line between treating Yoochun like a servant and like a friend. Part of him didn’t care. He loved the way Yoochun’s face scrunched up before he came. He loved the little whimpers and gasps he made while Changmin touched him.
Changmin moaned, lifting his legs. His fingers trailed up and down his erection, teasing, not stroking. He didn’t have time for it this morning. Father said that his servant should have proper clothes out for his lord in less than two minutes. Because of what he did to the poor boy, Changmin gave him five minutes. He rose, went to his main room and saw, hanging by the bathing room, pants and shirt, pressed and clean. With a smile, Changmin dressed, and just as he was finishing, Yoochun rolled a tray in from the hall and over to his dining table.
Changmin was starving and he sat and ate quickly. Yoochun did not eat and Changmin frowned.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“I had my bread in the kitchen just now,” Yoochun whispered.
“Bread? That’s it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Changmin scowled. “No wonder you’re so skinny. Come here.”
“Please,” Yoochun whispered, “it’s not …”
“It is. Come here.”
Yoochun jerked and shuffled over to the table. Changmin pulled Yoochun into a chair, and he squeaked, but didn’t try to get away.
Changmin cut off a piece of his ham and gave it to Yoochun. “Eat that.”
“B-but that’s almost half-“
“Eat it.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip and nodded. “Yes, sir, sorry, sir.”
After the meat, Changmin gave him some vegetables, and then some milk and fruit. Juice slipped from the corner of his mouth and Changmin ducked down, gripped the back of Yoochun’s neck and licked it up, sucking that plump lip into his mouth for a short, wet kiss.
Yoochun blushed and stammered his thanks.
Changmin ran his thumb over his lip and nodded. “So now what do you do?”
Yoochun swallowed and whispered, “Your fighting gear is waiting for you, and I’m to follow you to the training yards.”
“And?”
“Fetch you water, or perform first aid, if needed.”
Changmin pondered him for a moment. “And what time am I to be at the training yards?” He knew the answer to that, but said it in a playful tone to show Yoochun what he wanted to do for the next hour.
“Y-you have studies,” Yoochun whispered.
“And I’ll have studies tomorrow,” Changmin said and pulled Yoochun’s chair closer to his. He fell to his knees, hands at Yoochun’s hips. He tried to kiss him, but Yoochun turned his head.
“I’ll be in trouble if you’re not at your studies,” Yoochun said.
Changmin kissed his cheek and then his neck. “Will you?” His fingers ran up and down Yoochun’s thighs.
“Yes, sir. It’s … it’s my job …” He moaned, head tilting to give Changmin better access to his collarbones. “Keep you … on schedule.”
“Well, I do not want you to get in trouble.”
Changmin pressed one more lingering kiss to his cheek and then stood up and stretched. Fingers touched his crotch and he looked down, smiling at his blushing servant. “Oh so you’re allowed to touch me and I can’t touch you?”
Yoochun snapped his hand back, and Changmin laughed. He leaned over the chair and pressed a kiss to Yoochun’s mouth, lightly licking is lower lip. “Tempting.”
Yoochun smiled shyly and ducked his head.
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Unsurprisingly, Changmin was distracted all day, constantly aware of Yoochun’s quiet presence. He lost focus on his studies, and lost focus against his sword trainer. He had three new bruises on his ribs from the practice sword, and a sore ankle from misjudging a jump.
That night, when Changmin lay down, he didn’t protest as Yoochun took his boots off.
“I already have the tub filled for you,” Yoochun whispered.
“For us?” Changmin tangled his fingers in Yoochun’s hair, messing up his ponytail.
Yoochun smiled. “If you wish, I will join you in a moment.”
“If I wish … what about if you wish?”
Yoochun’s smile widened. “As I said, sir, I will join you in a moment.”
Changmin chuckled, fingers trailing down Yoochun’s jaw. Yoochun turned his head, pressed a kiss to Changmin’s palm and rose, walking swiftly across the room. He slipped out the door.
Changmin moaned and stood up, body protesting. He went to the bathing room, and the humid air stuck immediately to his skin. He stripped carefully and then climbed into the tub, hands along the sides, head leaning on the side. He shut his eyes and tried to relax.
He felt more than heard Yoochun enter the room, and was unsurprised when Yoochun told him to open his eyes.
In front of him was a tray full of sweat breads, cakes and fruit.
“Yoochun, this isn’t dinner.”
“No. It’s now.”
Changmin laughed and let Yoochun feed him little morsels. After a few bites, Changmin started licking Yoochun’s fingers, and then after a few more, sucked on them, eyes never breaking contact.
Yoochun swallowed nervously but did not protest.
After a particularly long teasing, Changmin growled and pulled Yoochun’s lips to his. The tray fell with a clatter, and Changmin didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s body and hauled him in the tub, only pulling his shirt off after Yoochun was between his legs. The sopping pants fell to the bottom of the tub and Changmin’s mouth attached itself to bare skin, just above Yoochun’s belly button.
“Changmin,” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin hummed and Yoochun moaned and his knee buckled and Changmin held him tightly and resettled them into the water. Their lips met and this time Yoochun didn’t look away; he followed Changmin’s kiss, gasping into each press of tongue, shivering until his arms wound around Changmin’s neck.
Changmin relaxed into his hold and slid his hand down his side. He reached back, cupping the barely-there curve of Yoochun’s ass, and then used his other hand to grip his erection.
Yoochun broke from the kiss and cried out. There were no suds to ease the way and the friction was intense. Water splashed around them, and splattered on the floor. Yoochun gripped Changmin’s shoulders and spread his knees, leverage to move and he did, fast and quick thrusts into Changmin’s hand. Head tilted back, eyes shut, Yoochun shivered and moaned as he pumped his release into the water.
Changmin smiled and quickly scooped up most of the mess out and onto the floor.
Yoochun sagged against the side of the tub, arm out, holding himself up on the edge.
Changmin twisted him, turned and pulled their bodies together. His erection found its place in Yoochun’s cleft and the boy moaned and slowly rocked his hips.
Changmin smiled and grabbed the soap and washcloth, this time in charge, and he pampered Yoochun’s skin with scratches and touches and teased his ear and neck with kisses. When they were both clean, Changmin carried Yoochun to their bed and settled him in the middle of the soft comforter.
Yoochun smiled up at him, lashes lowered.
Changmin lay next to him, head propped up on his hand and ran his other hand over Yoochun’s scrawny body. “So pretty, did you know that?”
Yoochun’s skin flushed, red going all the way down his chest. As Changmin touched him, Yoochun’s dick grew hard again, twitching against his stomach.
“Stay put, pretty thing,” Changmin said. He rolled off the bed and moved to a clothes chest. He opened the top and found a little bottle of oil in a side compartment. He took a tentative whiff, and smiled at the scent of sandalwood, and went back to the bed.
Yoochun was shaking slightly and Changmin left the bottle and pressed kiss after kiss up Yoochun’s body, fingers following in a light touch that had Yoochun squirming and laughing.
“So pretty.”
“You already said that, sir.”
“Are you allowed to call me hyung?”
Yoochun bit his lip and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t. We’re not …”
“I know. We’re not friends.”
Yoochun threw his arms around Changmin’s shoulders and squeezed. Changmin smiled and hugged him back. As he lowered him back to the bed, Changmin touched his hip and whispered, “Roll over, dongsaeng.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip, and then nodded and rolled over. His nerves that had calmed came back in shivers again, and Changmin kissed up and over and around his back and legs to get him smiling.
He laid his body over Yoochun, lips on his neck. He lightly thrust against Yoochun’s smaller body and after a moment, pulled away.
Confused, Yoochun looked over his shoulder.
Changmin kneeled behind him and grabbed the oil. He poured some on his fingers, spreading it around. “This shouldn’t hurt,” he said, “but it might feel a little weird.”
“W-what?”
Changmin grinned and motioned with his hand to turn over again. Yoochun rolled to his back, and Changmin ran his hand down Yoochun’s leg to his ankle. He lifted it up, shuffled forward and kneeled between his legs and against his body. Yoochun lifted his other leg and Changmin licked his lips. His skin was creamy and smooth. He ran his hand down Yoochun’s inner thigh and cupped his balls.
Yoochun’s eyes shut, arms stretched above him.
Changmin moved closer, forcing Yoochun’s hips off the bed and onto his thighs. The puckered skin around his entrance was pink, tight, and probably delicious. Changmin wanted to taste it soon. He took some of the oil and poured it on Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun’s eyes flew open and he gasped.
Changmin smiled at him. “Try to relax.” He slipped a finger into Yoochun’s body, just the tip, and Yoochun moaned, hips wiggling to get away from it.
Changmin put a hand on his thigh to still him and removed his finger. He ran the pad of it in circles, all around that tight whorl, spreading the oil all over until Yoochun’s legs relaxed and he moaned.
“Feel good?”
Yoochun nodded. “Weird, but it’s … it’s …”
Changmin chuckled. “I know.” He pushed harder, and used two fingers to massage and play. He really really wanted to push and fingerfuck Yoochun until he came, but it would be a much harder, stronger orgasm if he went at Yoochun’s pace.
His own cock was hard and neglected. Changmin spread his legs enough to hold his dick down and have Yoochun’s body pressed against it. Now anytime Yoochun moved, his skin would slide on Changmin’s dick.
Changmin pressed the tip of his finger into Yoochun again, and Yoochun tensed around it, hissing. Changmin left his there and continued to rub the rim with the second finger.
“Ch-changmin-h-hyu-changmin!”
“Yes, Chunnie-ah.”
“It … why does this feel so good?” he whimpered.
Changmin laughed and twisted the finger inside Yoochun. It slipped deeper, and Yoochun moaned. His legs fell open and the tight ring of muscles surrounding Changmin’s fingers unclamped. They pulsed, but let his finger push deeper. He bent his other fingers and twisted his hand, still stimulating the rim with his knuckles.
Yoochun’s hips rolled down and then up and Changmin’s finger moved in and out of him.
Yoochun moaned and did it again, and then again.
Changmin’s eyes shut at the slide on his cock. He gripped the back of Yoochun’s thigh and spread him open further.
The boy’s dick was hard and twitching.
Changmin forced his middle finger all the way inside Yoochun and splayed his other fingers out around his ass.
Yoochun almost screamed. He grabbed behind his knees and bent his legs, holding himself open and Changmin almost came from the sight. Before even trying, Changmin added more oil to Yoochun’s body until it dripped onto the bed. He curled his finger, twisted it and pumped it slowly in and out of his tight chnnel.
Yoochun’s breath staggered and his body squirmed, whimpering and saying Changmin’s name over and over.
Changmin smiled and had mercy on the poor kid. He wrapped his other hand around Yoochun’s erection and stroked slowly.
Yoochun’s eyes flew open, he shouted, tensed. The muscles around Changmin’s fingers clamped down and then pulsated. Yoochun’s dick jerked and white splattered all the way up to his neck and chest before finishing in heavy pools of white on his slim stomach.
Changmin kept his finger inside his entrance and leaned over him. Yoochun was gasping, mouth open, but that didn’t stop Changmin from sucking his lower lip into his mouth and chewing on it. He readjusted, legs on each side of Yoochun’s hips and moved his finger slowly.
Yoochun moaned, legs hooking on Changmin’s elbows, and Changmin had enough teasing. He pulled his finger away, wrapped his slick hand around both of their cocks and stroked, firm and fast. Yoochun whimpered into his mouth, trying to breathe past the forceful kiss Changmin demanded from him. His orgasm rushed through him, and he moaned, faster and faster, and Yoochun’s dick hardened in his hand, sliding against his, and Changmin moaned, stilling only to spray come all over Yoochun’s body.
He collapsed, just catching himself on his hand and not falling onto Yoochun’s body.
Their kiss slowed and Changmin reigned in his breathing before pulling away. He smiled down at Yoochun and moved to the side. Brushing hair off his forehead, he pressed a kiss to the sweaty skin.
Yoochun raised shaking hands and wrapped them around Changmin’s neck. His lips pressed a kiss to Changmin’s collarbone, and Changmin smiled. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and hauled it over their bodies.
Yoochun’s eyes fluttered and he protested with a weak, “H-hyung.”
“What?” Changmin asked.
“Y-you need … you … fire and …”
Changmin chuckled. “I’m hot enough. Sleep, dongsaeng.”
Yoochun probably wanted to protest again, but Changmin snuggled up with him, held him tightly against his body and then the boy relaxed. Changmin smiled, kissed his head and let himself relax, too.
Part 3: Firmly Decided
Part 1: Getting Acquainted
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to claim, but god, I wish I was theirs to claim.
Summary: It was inevitable, sure, but Changmin liked his privacy. He liked doing things himself. A personal servant was only going to complicate things.
Warnings: slightly underage smut: Changmin is 19, Yoochun is 15.
Part 2:
Changmin woke up suddenly, eyes blinking open. He held his breath, waiting. Everything was dim. Embers burned in the hearth, so someone (probably Yoochun) had come in while he was sleeping and started a fire.
Ears trained to the slightest noise, body alert for danger, Changmin waited, senses keen. Something had awakened him.
A noise, from the main room.
Changmin climbed out of bed quietly, and moved across his room. The door squeaked as he opened it. A single candle burned on a table, and Changmin blinked, eyes growing used to the dim light.
The noise came again. A small whimper, and Changmin’s gaze cut to the door.
Yoochun was curled in a ball with a thin blanket over him and a small pillow under his head. His face scrunched up, twitching, and he whimpered again. Dreaming. No, shivering, from the cold.
Changmin stared at him, anger rising in him. Yoochun was supposed to sleep on the floor, the cold floor, like a dog while he slept in an ostentatious bed?
Yeah, not happening.
Changmin moved across the room swiftly. He bent down, easily picked Yoochun up and carried him.
Yoochun startled awake, and his eyes blinked, but he didn’t register anything until Changmin laid him in his bed.
“C-Changmin-shi.”
“You are to sleep with me,” Changmin said, “not lying by the door like a pair of discarded boots.”
Yoochun turned his head, probably blushing and Changmin maneuvered them under the covers. He was still naked, and Yoochun’s skin was cold against his. Changmin pulled them together, and rubbed warmth into his body.
Yoochun stopped shivering after a few minutes.
“Are you warm now?” Changmin whispered, mouth against his neck.
Yoochun nodded. “T-thank you.”
Changmin smiled and held him tightly, arms around his middle. “Go back to sleep.”
Changmin listened to Yoochun’s breathing slow, felt his body go slack with sleep. He smiled, nestled against the other, and fell asleep breathing in the sweet scent of his skin.
When Yoochun moved, Changmin grumbled and pulled on him tightly.
“Changmin-shi,” Yoochun whispered, “I have to go prepare for your day.”
Changmin grumbled again and curled over until he had Yoochun mostly pinned beneath him on his stomach. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know that it wasn’t even dawn yet.
Yoochun squirmed, hip sliding on Changmin’s morning erection.
Changmin moaned, hand on Yoochun’s side and slid against him, thrusting slowly.
Yoochun gasped and pushed back, arching into his chest. The movement let Changmin’s hand slip around Yoochun’s hip and his fingers curled around Yoochun’s dick.
“C-Chang-oh, oh … oh, Changmin-shi, please.”
Changmin smiled. He adjusted until he was hovering over the boy, one hand by his head. Yoochun moved too, getting his knees under him, but keeping his legs spread. His body was shadowed, and Changmin couldn’t wait to see it in the light again. He kept his strokes slow and started kissing Yoochun’s neck, down to his shoulders. With a minor adjustment, his erection slid along Yoochun’s cleft again, and they both moaned.
Yoochun whimpered, hips jerking back, and then with a sudden cry, he twised until he was on his back and his own hand brought him to completion. He covered his stomach in white puddles of come, and Changmin pouted.
Yoochun opened his eyes, blushing, and then said between heaving breaths. “I didn’t want to come on your bed.”
“Our bed,” Changmin corrected, “and you could have, but that’s okay.” He climbed over Yoochun and the boy swallowed nervously. Changmin ran his finger through the come and then pressed it against Yoochun’s lips.
Yoochun gasped, mouth opening, and Changmin smiled as he licked his fingers clean.
“I’m sorry I kept you from your duties,” Changmin whispered. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his come-salty lips. “Go on. Let me know when breakfast is ready.”
Yoochun nodded and shimmied away from him, slipping off the bed. His skin was red with shame or heat, Changmin wasn’t sure. The boy was beyond beautiful.
Changmin had a feeling that he was skirting the line between treating Yoochun like a servant and like a friend. Part of him didn’t care. He loved the way Yoochun’s face scrunched up before he came. He loved the little whimpers and gasps he made while Changmin touched him.
Changmin moaned, lifting his legs. His fingers trailed up and down his erection, teasing, not stroking. He didn’t have time for it this morning. Father said that his servant should have proper clothes out for his lord in less than two minutes. Because of what he did to the poor boy, Changmin gave him five minutes. He rose, went to his main room and saw, hanging by the bathing room, pants and shirt, pressed and clean. With a smile, Changmin dressed, and just as he was finishing, Yoochun rolled a tray in from the hall and over to his dining table.
Changmin was starving and he sat and ate quickly. Yoochun did not eat and Changmin frowned.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“I had my bread in the kitchen just now,” Yoochun whispered.
“Bread? That’s it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Changmin scowled. “No wonder you’re so skinny. Come here.”
“Please,” Yoochun whispered, “it’s not …”
“It is. Come here.”
Yoochun jerked and shuffled over to the table. Changmin pulled Yoochun into a chair, and he squeaked, but didn’t try to get away.
Changmin cut off a piece of his ham and gave it to Yoochun. “Eat that.”
“B-but that’s almost half-“
“Eat it.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip and nodded. “Yes, sir, sorry, sir.”
After the meat, Changmin gave him some vegetables, and then some milk and fruit. Juice slipped from the corner of his mouth and Changmin ducked down, gripped the back of Yoochun’s neck and licked it up, sucking that plump lip into his mouth for a short, wet kiss.
Yoochun blushed and stammered his thanks.
Changmin ran his thumb over his lip and nodded. “So now what do you do?”
Yoochun swallowed and whispered, “Your fighting gear is waiting for you, and I’m to follow you to the training yards.”
“And?”
“Fetch you water, or perform first aid, if needed.”
Changmin pondered him for a moment. “And what time am I to be at the training yards?” He knew the answer to that, but said it in a playful tone to show Yoochun what he wanted to do for the next hour.
“Y-you have studies,” Yoochun whispered.
“And I’ll have studies tomorrow,” Changmin said and pulled Yoochun’s chair closer to his. He fell to his knees, hands at Yoochun’s hips. He tried to kiss him, but Yoochun turned his head.
“I’ll be in trouble if you’re not at your studies,” Yoochun said.
Changmin kissed his cheek and then his neck. “Will you?” His fingers ran up and down Yoochun’s thighs.
“Yes, sir. It’s … it’s my job …” He moaned, head tilting to give Changmin better access to his collarbones. “Keep you … on schedule.”
“Well, I do not want you to get in trouble.”
Changmin pressed one more lingering kiss to his cheek and then stood up and stretched. Fingers touched his crotch and he looked down, smiling at his blushing servant. “Oh so you’re allowed to touch me and I can’t touch you?”
Yoochun snapped his hand back, and Changmin laughed. He leaned over the chair and pressed a kiss to Yoochun’s mouth, lightly licking is lower lip. “Tempting.”
Yoochun smiled shyly and ducked his head.
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Unsurprisingly, Changmin was distracted all day, constantly aware of Yoochun’s quiet presence. He lost focus on his studies, and lost focus against his sword trainer. He had three new bruises on his ribs from the practice sword, and a sore ankle from misjudging a jump.
That night, when Changmin lay down, he didn’t protest as Yoochun took his boots off.
“I already have the tub filled for you,” Yoochun whispered.
“For us?” Changmin tangled his fingers in Yoochun’s hair, messing up his ponytail.
Yoochun smiled. “If you wish, I will join you in a moment.”
“If I wish … what about if you wish?”
Yoochun’s smile widened. “As I said, sir, I will join you in a moment.”
Changmin chuckled, fingers trailing down Yoochun’s jaw. Yoochun turned his head, pressed a kiss to Changmin’s palm and rose, walking swiftly across the room. He slipped out the door.
Changmin moaned and stood up, body protesting. He went to the bathing room, and the humid air stuck immediately to his skin. He stripped carefully and then climbed into the tub, hands along the sides, head leaning on the side. He shut his eyes and tried to relax.
He felt more than heard Yoochun enter the room, and was unsurprised when Yoochun told him to open his eyes.
In front of him was a tray full of sweat breads, cakes and fruit.
“Yoochun, this isn’t dinner.”
“No. It’s now.”
Changmin laughed and let Yoochun feed him little morsels. After a few bites, Changmin started licking Yoochun’s fingers, and then after a few more, sucked on them, eyes never breaking contact.
Yoochun swallowed nervously but did not protest.
After a particularly long teasing, Changmin growled and pulled Yoochun’s lips to his. The tray fell with a clatter, and Changmin didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s body and hauled him in the tub, only pulling his shirt off after Yoochun was between his legs. The sopping pants fell to the bottom of the tub and Changmin’s mouth attached itself to bare skin, just above Yoochun’s belly button.
“Changmin,” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin hummed and Yoochun moaned and his knee buckled and Changmin held him tightly and resettled them into the water. Their lips met and this time Yoochun didn’t look away; he followed Changmin’s kiss, gasping into each press of tongue, shivering until his arms wound around Changmin’s neck.
Changmin relaxed into his hold and slid his hand down his side. He reached back, cupping the barely-there curve of Yoochun’s ass, and then used his other hand to grip his erection.
Yoochun broke from the kiss and cried out. There were no suds to ease the way and the friction was intense. Water splashed around them, and splattered on the floor. Yoochun gripped Changmin’s shoulders and spread his knees, leverage to move and he did, fast and quick thrusts into Changmin’s hand. Head tilted back, eyes shut, Yoochun shivered and moaned as he pumped his release into the water.
Changmin smiled and quickly scooped up most of the mess out and onto the floor.
Yoochun sagged against the side of the tub, arm out, holding himself up on the edge.
Changmin twisted him, turned and pulled their bodies together. His erection found its place in Yoochun’s cleft and the boy moaned and slowly rocked his hips.
Changmin smiled and grabbed the soap and washcloth, this time in charge, and he pampered Yoochun’s skin with scratches and touches and teased his ear and neck with kisses. When they were both clean, Changmin carried Yoochun to their bed and settled him in the middle of the soft comforter.
Yoochun smiled up at him, lashes lowered.
Changmin lay next to him, head propped up on his hand and ran his other hand over Yoochun’s scrawny body. “So pretty, did you know that?”
Yoochun’s skin flushed, red going all the way down his chest. As Changmin touched him, Yoochun’s dick grew hard again, twitching against his stomach.
“Stay put, pretty thing,” Changmin said. He rolled off the bed and moved to a clothes chest. He opened the top and found a little bottle of oil in a side compartment. He took a tentative whiff, and smiled at the scent of sandalwood, and went back to the bed.
Yoochun was shaking slightly and Changmin left the bottle and pressed kiss after kiss up Yoochun’s body, fingers following in a light touch that had Yoochun squirming and laughing.
“So pretty.”
“You already said that, sir.”
“Are you allowed to call me hyung?”
Yoochun bit his lip and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t. We’re not …”
“I know. We’re not friends.”
Yoochun threw his arms around Changmin’s shoulders and squeezed. Changmin smiled and hugged him back. As he lowered him back to the bed, Changmin touched his hip and whispered, “Roll over, dongsaeng.”
Yoochun bit his lower lip, and then nodded and rolled over. His nerves that had calmed came back in shivers again, and Changmin kissed up and over and around his back and legs to get him smiling.
He laid his body over Yoochun, lips on his neck. He lightly thrust against Yoochun’s smaller body and after a moment, pulled away.
Confused, Yoochun looked over his shoulder.
Changmin kneeled behind him and grabbed the oil. He poured some on his fingers, spreading it around. “This shouldn’t hurt,” he said, “but it might feel a little weird.”
“W-what?”
Changmin grinned and motioned with his hand to turn over again. Yoochun rolled to his back, and Changmin ran his hand down Yoochun’s leg to his ankle. He lifted it up, shuffled forward and kneeled between his legs and against his body. Yoochun lifted his other leg and Changmin licked his lips. His skin was creamy and smooth. He ran his hand down Yoochun’s inner thigh and cupped his balls.
Yoochun’s eyes shut, arms stretched above him.
Changmin moved closer, forcing Yoochun’s hips off the bed and onto his thighs. The puckered skin around his entrance was pink, tight, and probably delicious. Changmin wanted to taste it soon. He took some of the oil and poured it on Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun’s eyes flew open and he gasped.
Changmin smiled at him. “Try to relax.” He slipped a finger into Yoochun’s body, just the tip, and Yoochun moaned, hips wiggling to get away from it.
Changmin put a hand on his thigh to still him and removed his finger. He ran the pad of it in circles, all around that tight whorl, spreading the oil all over until Yoochun’s legs relaxed and he moaned.
“Feel good?”
Yoochun nodded. “Weird, but it’s … it’s …”
Changmin chuckled. “I know.” He pushed harder, and used two fingers to massage and play. He really really wanted to push and fingerfuck Yoochun until he came, but it would be a much harder, stronger orgasm if he went at Yoochun’s pace.
His own cock was hard and neglected. Changmin spread his legs enough to hold his dick down and have Yoochun’s body pressed against it. Now anytime Yoochun moved, his skin would slide on Changmin’s dick.
Changmin pressed the tip of his finger into Yoochun again, and Yoochun tensed around it, hissing. Changmin left his there and continued to rub the rim with the second finger.
“Ch-changmin-h-hyu-changmin!”
“Yes, Chunnie-ah.”
“It … why does this feel so good?” he whimpered.
Changmin laughed and twisted the finger inside Yoochun. It slipped deeper, and Yoochun moaned. His legs fell open and the tight ring of muscles surrounding Changmin’s fingers unclamped. They pulsed, but let his finger push deeper. He bent his other fingers and twisted his hand, still stimulating the rim with his knuckles.
Yoochun’s hips rolled down and then up and Changmin’s finger moved in and out of him.
Yoochun moaned and did it again, and then again.
Changmin’s eyes shut at the slide on his cock. He gripped the back of Yoochun’s thigh and spread him open further.
The boy’s dick was hard and twitching.
Changmin forced his middle finger all the way inside Yoochun and splayed his other fingers out around his ass.
Yoochun almost screamed. He grabbed behind his knees and bent his legs, holding himself open and Changmin almost came from the sight. Before even trying, Changmin added more oil to Yoochun’s body until it dripped onto the bed. He curled his finger, twisted it and pumped it slowly in and out of his tight chnnel.
Yoochun’s breath staggered and his body squirmed, whimpering and saying Changmin’s name over and over.
Changmin smiled and had mercy on the poor kid. He wrapped his other hand around Yoochun’s erection and stroked slowly.
Yoochun’s eyes flew open, he shouted, tensed. The muscles around Changmin’s fingers clamped down and then pulsated. Yoochun’s dick jerked and white splattered all the way up to his neck and chest before finishing in heavy pools of white on his slim stomach.
Changmin kept his finger inside his entrance and leaned over him. Yoochun was gasping, mouth open, but that didn’t stop Changmin from sucking his lower lip into his mouth and chewing on it. He readjusted, legs on each side of Yoochun’s hips and moved his finger slowly.
Yoochun moaned, legs hooking on Changmin’s elbows, and Changmin had enough teasing. He pulled his finger away, wrapped his slick hand around both of their cocks and stroked, firm and fast. Yoochun whimpered into his mouth, trying to breathe past the forceful kiss Changmin demanded from him. His orgasm rushed through him, and he moaned, faster and faster, and Yoochun’s dick hardened in his hand, sliding against his, and Changmin moaned, stilling only to spray come all over Yoochun’s body.
He collapsed, just catching himself on his hand and not falling onto Yoochun’s body.
Their kiss slowed and Changmin reigned in his breathing before pulling away. He smiled down at Yoochun and moved to the side. Brushing hair off his forehead, he pressed a kiss to the sweaty skin.
Yoochun raised shaking hands and wrapped them around Changmin’s neck. His lips pressed a kiss to Changmin’s collarbone, and Changmin smiled. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and hauled it over their bodies.
Yoochun’s eyes fluttered and he protested with a weak, “H-hyung.”
“What?” Changmin asked.
“Y-you need … you … fire and …”
Changmin chuckled. “I’m hot enough. Sleep, dongsaeng.”
Yoochun probably wanted to protest again, but Changmin snuggled up with him, held him tightly against his body and then the boy relaxed. Changmin smiled, kissed his head and let himself relax, too.
Part 3: Firmly Decided
Part 1: Getting Acquainted
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