Follow Me 5/?
Title: Follow Me 5/?
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to stalk or love or protect.
Summary: Changmin has a fascination with a street boy named Micky, but what will it take for Micky to trust him and follow him to something better?
Warnings: prostitution, small amount of incest, mentions of previous physical and sexual abuse, rape, pedophilia, and violence
Part 5: Courage
Pretty much inspired by this picture:
Changmin knew what Yoochun implied by dragging him back to his apartment, but Changmin wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to be compared to all the other men that had fucked this boy. He wanted to stand out. He also knew that Yoochun would roll his eyes if he said his thoughts outloud.
Instead of going right to the bedroom, Changmin detoured to the kitchen. He was hungry, he hadn’t eaten before going to meet Yoochun.
“Are you hungry?” Changmin asked. He dared a glance over his shoulder just in time to see Yoochun sit in his armchair. “Do you want some kimchi jjigae? A friend of mine brought over some yesterday.”
“Sure. Can I have some water?”
Changmin nodded. He put the jjigae into the microwave before bringing Yoochun a bottle of water.
Yoochun gripped his wrist. Changmin met his eyes. “What?”
“Kiss me?”
Changmin swallowed, leaned over him and pressed their lips together. He was shaking. Yoochun was calm, and Changmin had a moment to realize that this night was going to go how he wanted it. Yoochun wanted him. Changmin only had to take him. If he had the courage.
“You’re gorgeous,” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin felt himself blush, but he was saved from more embarrassment by the microwave beeping.
Yoochun did not say anything else while they ate lunch. He refused to listen to Changmin spluttering about the dishes and shoved him away to his bed.
“Take a nap, hyung. God, you look like you’re going to fall over.”
Changmin allowed himself to be ordered around; he went to his room and fell onto his futon with his feet still on the floor. He thought about Yoochun. Not that he hadn’t been thinking of anything but Yoochun for days, and all of last night. He wanted and needed to help him. He wanted and needed Yoochun by his side.
After yesterday, he knew that Yoochun came with Yoohwan. That did not matter. Not to Changmin. Yoohwan was important to Yoochun and therefore, important to Changmin. He did not know what to do.
The futon shifted, and Changmin turned his head just in time to accept a kiss from Yoochun.
“Come and live with me,” Changmin muttered.
Yoochun smiled widely at him and said nothing. He crawled over his lap, knees at the very edge of the futon, hands on either side of Changmin’s head. He leaned down for another kiss and then another. He lifted his hands, settling them on Yoochun’s bony hips. He was too skinny.
Yoochun pulled away from his lips, smiled and then climbed over Changmin, up on the piles of pillows, putting his half-hard dick right in Changmin’s face for a moment.
Changmin moaned. He stayed where he was until Yoochun ran fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. “Hey, come up here.”
Changmin sighed and nodded. He stayed on his back as he shifted up the mattress, stopping when his head hit the pillows. Yoochun curled up into his side and scattered kisses on his chin and neck. His fingers walked up and down his chest. Changmin shut his eyes and played with the long ends of Yoochun’s hair.
“You don’t need to be so reluctant,” Yoochun said and licked his earlobe. “I want you, Changmin-hyung. It’s been a really long time since I’ve had sex because I wanted to.”
Changmin turned his head. Yoochun kissed him.
Changmin tangled his hand in his hair and opened his mouth, letting Yoochun lead the kiss, the touch of tongues. He did not protest when Yoochun climbed over his lap again. He did not protest when Yoochun tugged at his shirt, and he lifted himself up so Yoochun could pull it over his head. He did not protest when Yoochun’s mouth moved down his chest, tongue and teeth and lips against nipples and skin.
Yoochun paused only long enough to pull his shirt off and smile down at Changmin. “Touch me.”
Changmin smiled and settled his hands above the band of Yoochun’s pants. His fingers rubbed back and forth, and he watched as a red flush spread over Yoochun’s skin. He sat flush against Changmin’s thighs, leaning with his hands at Changmin’s knees, head tilted back, and he just breathed. Changmin moved his fingers up his body, over his ribs and to his nipples. Yoochun shivered at the light touch, his own fingers gripping Changmin’s knees. Changmin pinched his nipples, and Yoochun’s hips moved, slow swirls accompanied by soft gasps.
“Please, hyung,” he said, voice deeper. “Please.”
Changmin slid his hands down Yoochun’s front, to his pants. He pulled at the band and slipped the material over his hips. Swallowing roughly, he touched hipbones with his thumbs, rubbing against the dips. His dick twitched and then grew. Changmin fondled Yoochun’s balls, sliding his other hand up his stomach, back to his nipple.
Yoochun smiled and leaned forward, palms right on Changmin’s nipples. He demanded a deep kiss that Changmin gave him. His hands moved, one to Yoochun’s dick, stroking slowly. The other down the back of the pants, pushing them over his ass. Yoochun smiled against his lips. With shaking hands, Changmin kneaded his ass and upper thighs. Yoochun whimpered with each squeeze and pushing his ass back into his hands.
He pulled Yoochun against his body and rolled them over. Yoochun went with a smile, tugging at Changmin’s neck for another kiss. Changmin smiled, pecked his lips, but pulled away to finish tugging off Yoochun’s clothes. He lay on his side for more kisses and let his hand run up and down Yoochun’s naked skin. Yoochun’s arms wrapped around him, under his arm, around his back.
Changmin hated the scars under his fingertips. He hated the pain and abuse this boy had suffered. He was determined to show him love. Give him pleasure. He started with skin and with scars, leaving wet lines down his skin, kisses where his skin twitched the most, light bites where he gasped. He internally smiled when Yoochun moaned after Changmin sucked his cock into his mouth. He wondered how many blowjobs Yoochun received.
He curled his fingers lightly around his sac and sucked slowly, up and down with his tongue swirling where it could. He used his grip on his balls to keep Yoochun’s erection straight and tugged at Yoochun’s knee with his other hand. Yoochun lifted it, shaking with whimpers. He tugged even harder at Changmin’s hair. His balls tightened, his body trembled, and Changmin gagged on a sudden mouthful of come. He pulled away with a cough, and a few more weak strings of come spurt from the tip of his dick.
“S-ssorry,” Yoochun gasped.
Changmin smiled up at him and swallowed his erection back into his throat. Yoochun whimpered, tugging at his hair. Changmin sucked just a few more times and then let him go. He pressed kisses and licked up the come on his way to Yoochun’s lips.
“Sorry,” Yoochun said again between kisses. “Been ... been a long time.”
Which did not make sense to Changmin.
Yoochun saw his confusion and laughed. “Really, hyung? You think I come when men are fucking me?”
Changmin winced. He did not like being reminded of Yoochun’s profession when they were naked. Well, Yoochun was naked. Changmin still had his pants on and his trapped cock really really hated that.
Yoochun chuckled at his scowl. “Sorry. No mention of anyone else.” He gripped the top of Changmin’s pants and unbuttoned them. “Get naked.”
Changmin smiled. “Yes, sir.” His chest tightened at the silly, breathless laugh that burst from Yoochun’s lips. Changmin rolled away and quickly. He finished undoing his pants and pushed them and his boxers off his body. He moved to his dresser and grabbed lube and condoms from the drawer. He was determined to make this perfect for Yoochun.
But his hands would not stop shaking.
He went back to the bed, back over Yoochun, propped up, hovering, enough to kiss and touch. And smile. Yoochun never stopped smiling.
He pushed at Changmin’s shoulders and pulled his legs up at the same time. “Come on. Please.”
Changmin nodded, barely breathing. He shifted back, kneeling. “How ... how do you--”
“Just like this,” Yoochun interrupted and gripped behind his knees. He was beautiful, skin pale in the afternoon light that streamed through the cheap blinds on Changmin’s window. With his legs lifted and spread, the scars on his skin stood out even more. But it was his body, his clenching entrance, that held Changmin’s gaze captive for a few long seconds.
Changmin licked his lips and nodded. He shimmied closer and reached for the lube. He had to take a few deep breaths to keep his fingers from shaking so he could open the lube. It was cold on his skin. He poured too much, moved closer again, and pressed his fingers to Yoochun’s body. They slipped over the curve before brushing against his furled entrance.
Yoochun sighed, eyes shutting.
Changmin pressed a finger inside him. “Tell me ...”
Yoochun smiled. “It’s fine. Feels ... good. Like ... different. Good.”
Determined, Changmin spun his hand before pulling the finger out to press it back in. He watched Yoochun’s face just because the smile never left. His eyes stayed shut. His fingernails dug into his knees.
Changmin frowned at that and scooted closer. He pulled his finger free and unclenched his hands, tugged them up to his lips to kiss Yoochun’s fingertips. He ignored Yoochun’s blush because he had one of his own flushing down his neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” Changmin gasped and fell over him, their hands pressing into the pillows above Yoochun’s head. Yoochun’s legs wrapped around him. Their cocks brushed and Changmin moaned, curling his hips to slide his erection against Yoochun’s skin. They kissed, and it cleared Changmin’s mind, brought him back to what he was doing. He released one hand, slid it down Yoochun’s side. He cupped his ass, hitching his hips a little higher. He hated that he had to pull away from Yoochun a little though his legs around him kept Changmin close enough to kiss. He blindly felt for that crinkled opening and pressed two fingers into him.
Yoochun moaned into his mouth. His free hand went to Changmin’s shoulder and fingernails dug into Changmin’s skin, instead of his own. Changmin did not mind.
He pumped his fingers and kissed Yoochun in the same rhythm, swirling and scissoring his fingers. Yoochun vocal whimpers of pleasure and the grip on his fingers had Changmin’s head spinning. He was so overwhelmed, by Yoochun, by the feelings tightening his chest, by the lust throbbing through his erection.
He pressed in a third finger. Yoochun tightened up on it with a sharp inhale, but before Changmin could do more than frown in concern, Yoochun smiled again and relaxed. His eyes finally opened and he made kissy faces at Changmin.
Changmin laughed and leaned down to kiss him.
“You ready to shove your dick inside me yet?” Yoochun asked and tangled both hands in Changmin’s hair. He rolled his hips and arched his back, fucking himself on Changmin’s fingers.
“Fuck.”
Yoochun laughed. “That is a yes. Come on. Fuck me.”
Changmin pressed a firm kiss to his lips before pulling away. He removed his fingers, lifted his hand and stroked Yoochun’s cock. He wasn’t hard, yet, but Changmin did not expect him to be. He was okay with that. For now.
He tore open a condom packet with his teeth. His hands shook in anticipation, and his skin flushed from Yoochun’s expectant (and highly amused) gaze. It took a second try to get the condom on and then Changmin swiped his erection over Yoochun’s entrance before pushing slowly, one hand on Yoochun’s bent knee for balance.
Yoochun moaned, eyes shutting, mouth open. His hands went above his head and he gripped the pillow.
Changmin pulled out, fumbled with the lube again, and dumped more right on Yoochun’s body, watching it drip down his cleft for a moment. Yoochun bumped him with his knee and smiled. “Come on. It’s fine.”
Changmin didn’t really think it was fine. Not yet. Not with Yoochun ... just lying there. Then again, if he wasn’t, then sex wouldn’t really be possible.
Changmin curled his slick hand around Yoochun’s cock and balls again, just to hear him moan. The skin was sensitive. There was that. Or Yoochun was faking it. Changmin couldn’t tell. He stopped fondling him just long enough to press his dick back inside. Yoochun hissed and relaxed, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Changmin wanted to shut his eyes from the grip around his cock, but he couldn’t. He wanted to keep Yoochun in his sight. Yoochun’s mouth and eyes and skin. He licked his lower lip and Changmin wanted a kiss. He pumped his hand while slowly driving into him, hips swirling, retreating, pushing. It was much slower than anything Changmin had experienced in the past. Which wasn’t good for his longevity. He stopped, pressed flush against Yoochun, and just waited, deep breaths. The hand on Yoochun’s cock did not stop. Each tug had Yoochun tightening around him, and growing harder in his hand.
Changmin could live with that. He leaned over him, other hand by his head and kissed him. His hips jerked, his thrusts lengthening. He moaned into Yoochun’s mouth, whimpered when hand went to his hair, pulling with each deep kiss. His hand on Yoochun’s cock stopped moving. He just couldn’t, not with pleasure swimming through him, jolting him toward too quick of a release. And Yoochun whimpered in encouragement, sucking at his lips when Changmin no longer kissed him properly.
Yoochun’s legs moved suddenly, lifting higher, and Changmin shifted his knees back, thrusts going slightly erratic. It felt so good, so amazing, to be here, with Yoochun beneath. To feel Yoochun’s erection against his side, touch him, hold him.
Love him.
Changmin whimpered at that thought, chest again tightening, but so did the rest of his body, and he bit his lip hard to keep from saying I love you as he came. His elbows collapsed, his vision went gray, but not enough that he didn’t find Yoochun’s lips again, muffling his moans in a sloppy kiss as his body shook through its release.
Fingers danced up and down his shoulders. Legs slid over his sides. Yoochun hummed and whispered nothingness through the haze of recovery.
When Changmin was coherent again, or mostly coherent, he went right back to Yoochun’s lips. And when his body was his to control, Changmin lifted his hips, slipped from Yoochun’s body with a whimper, and rolled onto his back, his arm flung over Yoochun’s chest.
Yoochun straightened his legs and propped up on his elbow, smiling down at Changmin. His fingers did not stop their dance on his skin until he got to Changmin’s cock. He took off the condom and tied the end. And then he curled his fingers around the shaft and squeezed.
Changmin moaned. He let Yoochun stroke him a few times before pushing Yoochun to his back and sliding his lips down Yoochun’s body. Yoochun deserved more pleasure than that, deserved all the pleasure Changmin was able to give him, even if it was with his mouth and fingers.
Part 6: Safety
Part 4: Understanding
Part 3: Trust
Part 2: Need
Part 1: Concern
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to stalk or love or protect.
Summary: Changmin has a fascination with a street boy named Micky, but what will it take for Micky to trust him and follow him to something better?
Warnings: prostitution, small amount of incest, mentions of previous physical and sexual abuse, rape, pedophilia, and violence
Part 5: Courage
Pretty much inspired by this picture:
Changmin knew what Yoochun implied by dragging him back to his apartment, but Changmin wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to be compared to all the other men that had fucked this boy. He wanted to stand out. He also knew that Yoochun would roll his eyes if he said his thoughts outloud.
Instead of going right to the bedroom, Changmin detoured to the kitchen. He was hungry, he hadn’t eaten before going to meet Yoochun.
“Are you hungry?” Changmin asked. He dared a glance over his shoulder just in time to see Yoochun sit in his armchair. “Do you want some kimchi jjigae? A friend of mine brought over some yesterday.”
“Sure. Can I have some water?”
Changmin nodded. He put the jjigae into the microwave before bringing Yoochun a bottle of water.
Yoochun gripped his wrist. Changmin met his eyes. “What?”
“Kiss me?”
Changmin swallowed, leaned over him and pressed their lips together. He was shaking. Yoochun was calm, and Changmin had a moment to realize that this night was going to go how he wanted it. Yoochun wanted him. Changmin only had to take him. If he had the courage.
“You’re gorgeous,” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin felt himself blush, but he was saved from more embarrassment by the microwave beeping.
Yoochun did not say anything else while they ate lunch. He refused to listen to Changmin spluttering about the dishes and shoved him away to his bed.
“Take a nap, hyung. God, you look like you’re going to fall over.”
Changmin allowed himself to be ordered around; he went to his room and fell onto his futon with his feet still on the floor. He thought about Yoochun. Not that he hadn’t been thinking of anything but Yoochun for days, and all of last night. He wanted and needed to help him. He wanted and needed Yoochun by his side.
After yesterday, he knew that Yoochun came with Yoohwan. That did not matter. Not to Changmin. Yoohwan was important to Yoochun and therefore, important to Changmin. He did not know what to do.
The futon shifted, and Changmin turned his head just in time to accept a kiss from Yoochun.
“Come and live with me,” Changmin muttered.
Yoochun smiled widely at him and said nothing. He crawled over his lap, knees at the very edge of the futon, hands on either side of Changmin’s head. He leaned down for another kiss and then another. He lifted his hands, settling them on Yoochun’s bony hips. He was too skinny.
Yoochun pulled away from his lips, smiled and then climbed over Changmin, up on the piles of pillows, putting his half-hard dick right in Changmin’s face for a moment.
Changmin moaned. He stayed where he was until Yoochun ran fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. “Hey, come up here.”
Changmin sighed and nodded. He stayed on his back as he shifted up the mattress, stopping when his head hit the pillows. Yoochun curled up into his side and scattered kisses on his chin and neck. His fingers walked up and down his chest. Changmin shut his eyes and played with the long ends of Yoochun’s hair.
“You don’t need to be so reluctant,” Yoochun said and licked his earlobe. “I want you, Changmin-hyung. It’s been a really long time since I’ve had sex because I wanted to.”
Changmin turned his head. Yoochun kissed him.
Changmin tangled his hand in his hair and opened his mouth, letting Yoochun lead the kiss, the touch of tongues. He did not protest when Yoochun climbed over his lap again. He did not protest when Yoochun tugged at his shirt, and he lifted himself up so Yoochun could pull it over his head. He did not protest when Yoochun’s mouth moved down his chest, tongue and teeth and lips against nipples and skin.
Yoochun paused only long enough to pull his shirt off and smile down at Changmin. “Touch me.”
Changmin smiled and settled his hands above the band of Yoochun’s pants. His fingers rubbed back and forth, and he watched as a red flush spread over Yoochun’s skin. He sat flush against Changmin’s thighs, leaning with his hands at Changmin’s knees, head tilted back, and he just breathed. Changmin moved his fingers up his body, over his ribs and to his nipples. Yoochun shivered at the light touch, his own fingers gripping Changmin’s knees. Changmin pinched his nipples, and Yoochun’s hips moved, slow swirls accompanied by soft gasps.
“Please, hyung,” he said, voice deeper. “Please.”
Changmin slid his hands down Yoochun’s front, to his pants. He pulled at the band and slipped the material over his hips. Swallowing roughly, he touched hipbones with his thumbs, rubbing against the dips. His dick twitched and then grew. Changmin fondled Yoochun’s balls, sliding his other hand up his stomach, back to his nipple.
Yoochun smiled and leaned forward, palms right on Changmin’s nipples. He demanded a deep kiss that Changmin gave him. His hands moved, one to Yoochun’s dick, stroking slowly. The other down the back of the pants, pushing them over his ass. Yoochun smiled against his lips. With shaking hands, Changmin kneaded his ass and upper thighs. Yoochun whimpered with each squeeze and pushing his ass back into his hands.
He pulled Yoochun against his body and rolled them over. Yoochun went with a smile, tugging at Changmin’s neck for another kiss. Changmin smiled, pecked his lips, but pulled away to finish tugging off Yoochun’s clothes. He lay on his side for more kisses and let his hand run up and down Yoochun’s naked skin. Yoochun’s arms wrapped around him, under his arm, around his back.
Changmin hated the scars under his fingertips. He hated the pain and abuse this boy had suffered. He was determined to show him love. Give him pleasure. He started with skin and with scars, leaving wet lines down his skin, kisses where his skin twitched the most, light bites where he gasped. He internally smiled when Yoochun moaned after Changmin sucked his cock into his mouth. He wondered how many blowjobs Yoochun received.
He curled his fingers lightly around his sac and sucked slowly, up and down with his tongue swirling where it could. He used his grip on his balls to keep Yoochun’s erection straight and tugged at Yoochun’s knee with his other hand. Yoochun lifted it, shaking with whimpers. He tugged even harder at Changmin’s hair. His balls tightened, his body trembled, and Changmin gagged on a sudden mouthful of come. He pulled away with a cough, and a few more weak strings of come spurt from the tip of his dick.
“S-ssorry,” Yoochun gasped.
Changmin smiled up at him and swallowed his erection back into his throat. Yoochun whimpered, tugging at his hair. Changmin sucked just a few more times and then let him go. He pressed kisses and licked up the come on his way to Yoochun’s lips.
“Sorry,” Yoochun said again between kisses. “Been ... been a long time.”
Which did not make sense to Changmin.
Yoochun saw his confusion and laughed. “Really, hyung? You think I come when men are fucking me?”
Changmin winced. He did not like being reminded of Yoochun’s profession when they were naked. Well, Yoochun was naked. Changmin still had his pants on and his trapped cock really really hated that.
Yoochun chuckled at his scowl. “Sorry. No mention of anyone else.” He gripped the top of Changmin’s pants and unbuttoned them. “Get naked.”
Changmin smiled. “Yes, sir.” His chest tightened at the silly, breathless laugh that burst from Yoochun’s lips. Changmin rolled away and quickly. He finished undoing his pants and pushed them and his boxers off his body. He moved to his dresser and grabbed lube and condoms from the drawer. He was determined to make this perfect for Yoochun.
But his hands would not stop shaking.
He went back to the bed, back over Yoochun, propped up, hovering, enough to kiss and touch. And smile. Yoochun never stopped smiling.
He pushed at Changmin’s shoulders and pulled his legs up at the same time. “Come on. Please.”
Changmin nodded, barely breathing. He shifted back, kneeling. “How ... how do you--”
“Just like this,” Yoochun interrupted and gripped behind his knees. He was beautiful, skin pale in the afternoon light that streamed through the cheap blinds on Changmin’s window. With his legs lifted and spread, the scars on his skin stood out even more. But it was his body, his clenching entrance, that held Changmin’s gaze captive for a few long seconds.
Changmin licked his lips and nodded. He shimmied closer and reached for the lube. He had to take a few deep breaths to keep his fingers from shaking so he could open the lube. It was cold on his skin. He poured too much, moved closer again, and pressed his fingers to Yoochun’s body. They slipped over the curve before brushing against his furled entrance.
Yoochun sighed, eyes shutting.
Changmin pressed a finger inside him. “Tell me ...”
Yoochun smiled. “It’s fine. Feels ... good. Like ... different. Good.”
Determined, Changmin spun his hand before pulling the finger out to press it back in. He watched Yoochun’s face just because the smile never left. His eyes stayed shut. His fingernails dug into his knees.
Changmin frowned at that and scooted closer. He pulled his finger free and unclenched his hands, tugged them up to his lips to kiss Yoochun’s fingertips. He ignored Yoochun’s blush because he had one of his own flushing down his neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” Changmin gasped and fell over him, their hands pressing into the pillows above Yoochun’s head. Yoochun’s legs wrapped around him. Their cocks brushed and Changmin moaned, curling his hips to slide his erection against Yoochun’s skin. They kissed, and it cleared Changmin’s mind, brought him back to what he was doing. He released one hand, slid it down Yoochun’s side. He cupped his ass, hitching his hips a little higher. He hated that he had to pull away from Yoochun a little though his legs around him kept Changmin close enough to kiss. He blindly felt for that crinkled opening and pressed two fingers into him.
Yoochun moaned into his mouth. His free hand went to Changmin’s shoulder and fingernails dug into Changmin’s skin, instead of his own. Changmin did not mind.
He pumped his fingers and kissed Yoochun in the same rhythm, swirling and scissoring his fingers. Yoochun vocal whimpers of pleasure and the grip on his fingers had Changmin’s head spinning. He was so overwhelmed, by Yoochun, by the feelings tightening his chest, by the lust throbbing through his erection.
He pressed in a third finger. Yoochun tightened up on it with a sharp inhale, but before Changmin could do more than frown in concern, Yoochun smiled again and relaxed. His eyes finally opened and he made kissy faces at Changmin.
Changmin laughed and leaned down to kiss him.
“You ready to shove your dick inside me yet?” Yoochun asked and tangled both hands in Changmin’s hair. He rolled his hips and arched his back, fucking himself on Changmin’s fingers.
“Fuck.”
Yoochun laughed. “That is a yes. Come on. Fuck me.”
Changmin pressed a firm kiss to his lips before pulling away. He removed his fingers, lifted his hand and stroked Yoochun’s cock. He wasn’t hard, yet, but Changmin did not expect him to be. He was okay with that. For now.
He tore open a condom packet with his teeth. His hands shook in anticipation, and his skin flushed from Yoochun’s expectant (and highly amused) gaze. It took a second try to get the condom on and then Changmin swiped his erection over Yoochun’s entrance before pushing slowly, one hand on Yoochun’s bent knee for balance.
Yoochun moaned, eyes shutting, mouth open. His hands went above his head and he gripped the pillow.
Changmin pulled out, fumbled with the lube again, and dumped more right on Yoochun’s body, watching it drip down his cleft for a moment. Yoochun bumped him with his knee and smiled. “Come on. It’s fine.”
Changmin didn’t really think it was fine. Not yet. Not with Yoochun ... just lying there. Then again, if he wasn’t, then sex wouldn’t really be possible.
Changmin curled his slick hand around Yoochun’s cock and balls again, just to hear him moan. The skin was sensitive. There was that. Or Yoochun was faking it. Changmin couldn’t tell. He stopped fondling him just long enough to press his dick back inside. Yoochun hissed and relaxed, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Changmin wanted to shut his eyes from the grip around his cock, but he couldn’t. He wanted to keep Yoochun in his sight. Yoochun’s mouth and eyes and skin. He licked his lower lip and Changmin wanted a kiss. He pumped his hand while slowly driving into him, hips swirling, retreating, pushing. It was much slower than anything Changmin had experienced in the past. Which wasn’t good for his longevity. He stopped, pressed flush against Yoochun, and just waited, deep breaths. The hand on Yoochun’s cock did not stop. Each tug had Yoochun tightening around him, and growing harder in his hand.
Changmin could live with that. He leaned over him, other hand by his head and kissed him. His hips jerked, his thrusts lengthening. He moaned into Yoochun’s mouth, whimpered when hand went to his hair, pulling with each deep kiss. His hand on Yoochun’s cock stopped moving. He just couldn’t, not with pleasure swimming through him, jolting him toward too quick of a release. And Yoochun whimpered in encouragement, sucking at his lips when Changmin no longer kissed him properly.
Yoochun’s legs moved suddenly, lifting higher, and Changmin shifted his knees back, thrusts going slightly erratic. It felt so good, so amazing, to be here, with Yoochun beneath. To feel Yoochun’s erection against his side, touch him, hold him.
Love him.
Changmin whimpered at that thought, chest again tightening, but so did the rest of his body, and he bit his lip hard to keep from saying I love you as he came. His elbows collapsed, his vision went gray, but not enough that he didn’t find Yoochun’s lips again, muffling his moans in a sloppy kiss as his body shook through its release.
Fingers danced up and down his shoulders. Legs slid over his sides. Yoochun hummed and whispered nothingness through the haze of recovery.
When Changmin was coherent again, or mostly coherent, he went right back to Yoochun’s lips. And when his body was his to control, Changmin lifted his hips, slipped from Yoochun’s body with a whimper, and rolled onto his back, his arm flung over Yoochun’s chest.
Yoochun straightened his legs and propped up on his elbow, smiling down at Changmin. His fingers did not stop their dance on his skin until he got to Changmin’s cock. He took off the condom and tied the end. And then he curled his fingers around the shaft and squeezed.
Changmin moaned. He let Yoochun stroke him a few times before pushing Yoochun to his back and sliding his lips down Yoochun’s body. Yoochun deserved more pleasure than that, deserved all the pleasure Changmin was able to give him, even if it was with his mouth and fingers.
Part 6: Safety
Part 4: Understanding
Part 3: Trust
Part 2: Need
Part 1: Concern
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