Forever More 7/7
Title: Forever More 7/7
Pairing: Changmin/Yunho (minor Minho/Jonghyun, Kyuhyun/Donghae, Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are gods to me ... maybe they are actually gods ... either way, all I can do is worship them.
Summary: Changmin is everything Yunho has ever wanted in a partner. Except that he isn't from Earth, or not Yunho's version of Earth. And there are expectations of Yunho that he is not sure he can fulfill. How do you decide between love and freedom?
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Nevermore
Warning: mentioned mpreg not my fault. Changmin wanted babies with Yunho
Poster made by me.
Part 7: The Beginning and the End
Yunho sat vigil in the tree alcove. He had not slept well despite the orgasm Changmin had twisted from him with fingers and a glass dildo, and the one that Changmin had forced from him with his cock and hands. His body ached. His brain kept him awake.
Nevermore settled beside him, wings and feathers ruffling every time Yunho moved or sighed deeply. She had barely left Yunho’s side the last three days, and he understood how much of a comfort she was. She was the same, mostly, as the birds in his realm, but it was more that she expected nothing from him. Nothing beyond a few berries, and he was sure that she would only require berries in their own realm as well. And Jaejoong could make her visible.
The last few days had been blissful. He spent most of his time with Changmin in bed. The times not spent in bed, they hung out with Kyuhyun and Donghae, Seohyun and Onew, Jaejoong, Taemin, and many other nobles that lived in the stronghold. They went to the waterfall or went hiking up the cliffs. They played games that were almost like soccer with many of the younger children in the stronghold. Changmin led him around the village again and again, buying him more jewelry, clothes, and delicious desserts.
It was fun. But it was like a vacation.
Didn’t they do anything else? Did they go to school? What about work and jobs and money?
He needed to ask Changmin but he did not want to make it seem like he was judging or criticizing his lover. He thought also of asking Jaejoong, but Jaejoong and Changmin were and had always been best friends. Jaejoong would tell Changmin. Probably.
The only one Yunho felt he could talk to was Jonghyun. Without Minho there. But Minho was always there with his lover so close to giving birth.
A throat cleared behind him. Yunho turned in surprise, heart slowing its sudden rapid beating when he recognized Jaejoong glowing with a magical blue light in his hand.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” Yunho asked.
“I can ask the same of you.”
Yunho turned back to the view from the window. There was a small patch of star-studded sky in the canopy and maze of trees. Yunho liked to look at it, watch the stars move across it.
Jaejoong slipped easily into the small bed with Yunho and actually wrapped his arms around him. Yunho tensed but eventually relaxed in the embrace.
“Changmin worries about you. He says you smile less.”
“Just thinking more,” Yunho said, unable to deny anything. He hoped Jaejoong did not ask about what. He hoped Jaejoong was not using magic to get him to spill his secrets.
“Do you miss your home?” Jaejoong asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Of course. Didn’t you miss it here when you were in my realm?”
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. “There are many things in your world that I liked but--”
“--there’s no place like home,” Yunho finished with a smile.
“Yes. Do you doubt Changmin’s love for you?”
Yunho shook his head. “No. He adores me. I know that.”
“Do you return his love?”
Yunho said nothing.
“It is his greatest fear,” Jaejoong continued, “that he will love you so deeply without your love in return.”
“He needs to give me more time,” Yunho said. “I cannot make a decision to just waltz into his realm after only knowing him for a few months. I cannot do that. I cannot give up my life for that... for this... even for the chance of a family.”
“You are right. Changmin expects too much from you too soon. I keep telling him that.”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“Perhaps.”
It was a word that meant that Jaejoong would probably tell Changmin of their conversation. Yunho decided to ask anyway. “I want to talk to Jonghyun. Alone.”
Jaejoong pondered the request. “I shall arrange something for you tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
“Go back to bed. Changmin sleeps much calmer when you are next to him.”
Yunho sighed. “I’d rather not.”
Jaejoong thankfully said nothing to that and tightened his hold on Yunho.
---
Yunho was quiet during breakfast. Changmin looked concerned and Yunho caught him opening his mouth more than once, probably to ask how he was. But he did not. Yunho hoped that he was listening to Jaejoong finally and understanding how difficult all of this was for Yunho.
Their kiss after they got ready for the day (bathing separately because they had to or they’d never leave the bath) was soft, but long. Yunho smiled afterward and some of the worry left Changmin’s gaze.
“My wings,” Changmin said.
Yunho draped his arms over Changmin’s shoulders, shivering as Changmin put his arms around his waist. “My prince.”
Changmin smiled. “Come on. Jaejoong says that Jonghyun is upset since we have not visited them in two whole days.”
“It’s probably boring sitting there by yourself all day.”
Changmin smirked. “I’m sure that Minho fucks him most of the day.”
Yunho held Changmin’s hand while they walked through the stone hallways. When they arrived, Minho and Jaejoong stood outside the door with Taemin.
“You father needs to discuss some things with you two,” Jaejoong said. “The Hawks are being annoying again.”
Changmin frowned.
“I’ll wait here with Jonghyun,” Yunho said, “so he isn’t alone.”
Minho grinned. “Thank you! I worry about him a lot.”
“And you can give him a blow job while we’re gone,” Jaejoong said with a wink.
Minho spluttered in protest. Yunho only rolled his eyes. They were all very aware of his opinion on sharing.
“I will have someone bring you both some fruit,” Minho said. “He has been craving berries the last few days.”
“Stay at your post,” Jaejoong said to Taemin. The young man nodded, and the two warriors lifted their arms and clinked their knives together.
Changmin pressed a kiss to Yunho’s cheek and murmured that he would be back as soon as possible. Yunho returned the kiss and went into the room. The door shut behind him. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants before entering the main room.
“Hi Yunho,” Jonghyun said. HIs face looked pained.
Yunho went right to the side of the couch and fell to the floor. He shifted on his knees. “Are you okay?”
Jonghyun shrugged. “Sure. Not really. I won’t be okay until these babies are born. What about you? Jaejoong said you wanted to talk to me.”
Yunho nodded.
“You are not happy here.”
Yunho sighed. He sat on the floor and leaned against the couch. Fingers trailed through his hair, a soft touch on his neck.
“I am confused,” Yunho clarified. With one more deep breath, he launched into his concerns. “It is gorgeous here. I love it. Changmin is obsessed with me. Your world is great. But I ... what will you do? What will I do? Changmin wants me to be his equal, but what does that mean? So far, we’ve done nothing but play around. No job, no work, no ... meaning. I understand that Changmin is set to take over from his father, he’s the heir, and he has duties, but what about me? What about you? If Minho becomes the heir, what will you do besides pop out babies? In my realm, I have a job. I have goals. I have an idea of what I want with my life. I can’t do that here.”
Minho chuckled. “Changmin has been showing you the fun things of our world, and part of being a prince is that he doesn’t have to work in the sense that you had to work. You won’t just be popping out babies, and especially if you do not want to. There are lots of things that need to be done as a precaution. You’ll be going to other clans for dinners and just to be seen, to show who our allies are. Treaties, fights, protecting his people. There are moments of peace, like now, where it may not seem like there is anything to do, but also times of war. The Raven Queen is constantly forging ties with other clan queens. You’ll be an ambassador, a connection, and in charge of things that you do not have to worry about yet unless you move here.”
Yunho thought about that. Changmin had kept him from the machinations of the Eagles. He would probably keep him safe during a fight with the Hawks if that happened. The truth was that Yunho was not of this world. He did not know how to fight or how to keep the peace or make up treaties.
Yet he wanted to be a lawyer. Isn’t that what a lawyer did? Fight for rights? Keep the peace? Sign contracts? Maybe it was the same. Maybe it was different.
“How much longer are you here?” Jonghyun asked.
Yunho leaned into the small tug on his hair. “Another couple days. I have duties in my world.”
Jonghyun smiled. “No matter what you choose, no matter when, come back and see the babies.”
Yunho chuckled. “I will, I promise.”
---
Changmin brushed his fingers over Yunho’s cheek. “I will miss you.”
Yunho shut his eyes. “I’ll miss you too.”
“Give me a few days to make sure the Hawks are not conspiring against us and then I will come and visit you.”
Yunho nodded. “I’m not sure I can go more than that without you.”
Changmin smiled. “I am not sure I can go more than a few hours without you.” He cupped Yunho’s cheek and brushed his lips over Yunho’s. “I love you, my wings. Never doubt that.”
Yunho’s throat tightened. “How can I when you show me all the ways you adore me?”
Changmin pulled him close for a tight hug.
“All right,” Jaejoong said, “that’s enough. You two have been saying goodbye for almost an hour now.”
Changmin leaned away, and Yunho was surprised at the tears in his eyes.
“You’re just a magic spell away,” Yunho said.
Changmin nodded. “I will abuse Jaejoong’s magical talents as often as I can.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Except in the bedroom.”
Changmin grinned. “Yes. I promise. Just you.”
That meant a lot more to Yunho than he knew how to express.
“I’ll see you in a few days,” Yunho said.
Changmin shut his eyes, took a very deep breath, and stepped away. Yunho smiled when their hands stayed clasped for a few more moments.
“I love you,” Changmin said.
Yunho smiled and nodded.
As soon as Changmin let his hand go, Jaejoong waved, mouth moving in words Yunho did not hear. White shimmering filled his vision, and Yunho shut his eyes against the dizzying sensation of being moved without actually moving. When the feeling stabilized, Yunho opened his eyes to his own living room. Nothing was out of place, everything the same, and yet he felt displaced, confused. He walked toward his front door to take off his boots. A piece of paper was taped to it. He tore it off and read it:
Welcome Home! Call us as soon as you get here. Don’t worry! We changed your sheets! Missed you! YooSu
Yunho chuckled. He took off his boots and went into his bedroom. There was another note next to an empty box on his bed.
Used all your condoms, since you don’t need them anymore!
Yunho put both the note and the box on the nightstand. He lay back on the bed. It was almost three in the afternoon. His phone was plugged in, the message light flashing. He ignored it and stared at the ceiling, thinking, thinking, thinking.
All he did was think.
The light dimmed as the sun set. His bed had been comfortable, but not like Changmin’s. And it was going to be hard to sleep without Changmin next to him.
Nevermore suddenly flew into the bedroom and squaked, probably begging for some fruit. It was a reason to get up. In the fridge was a carton of strawberries and some whipped cream and Yunho decided that he had to disinfect his entire apartment, kitchen, bathroom, shower, everything, just in case.
He sent Yoochun a text that only said he was home, that he was going to sleep, and he would come into the cafe in the morning to say hi.
Yoochun sent back a bunch of hearts, followed by a dick emoji.
Yep, disinfectant. Maybe he’d buy stock in it.
---
“So,” Junsu said and sat down at the table across from Yunho. He handed Yunho his coffee. “You’ve been here for about five minutes, and that is enough time, so I can ask you the questions.”
Yunho rolled his eyes.
“So most important,” Junsu said. “When is Jaejoong coming back so he and Yoochunie can DP my ass again?”
Yunho choked on his coffee.
Junsu smirked. “Well?”
Yunho coughed and squeezed the tears from his eyes, trying to breathe.
Junsu laughed and shouted, “Hey Yoochun! Yunho is choking on your--”
“Family cafe!” Yoochun shouted back.
Junsu’s laughter echoed around the room.
Yunho finally got control of himself. “I do not know,” he finally said. “Changmin said he would come and visit in a few days.”
“Are there problems?” Junsu asked.
“One of the other clans are creating skirmishes that the two of them have to deal with. He told me not to worry.”
“Which means you’re going to.”
Yunho nodded. “Their world is so pretty, but it’s so dangerous.”
“We want to know everything, so come over, or we’ll come over to yours, we’ll bring some soju, and you can tell us all about it.”
“You even want to know about the glass dildo?”
Junsu licked his lips. “Oh yes.”
---
Yunho dragged his feet on his way home. His photoshoot had been a disaster. At least in his mind. He could not concentrate. His mind was in turmoil. He missed Changmin dearly, and he wanted to see him. He was horny, but his heart hurt more than his dick wanted some. The photographer loved the stormy looks. He was usually so happy and quick to smile. But the brooding eyebrows just jumped off the frame.
Or so the photographer said. Yunho had no idea. He just felt overwhelmed, confused, and a little sad. Sexually frustrated. He had gotten too used to being given and denied orgasm. Doing it himself just wasn’t the same.
He trudged up his stairs, wondering if he wanted to call YooSu for dinner, order in food, or just sleep forever. Sleeping sounded good, but it was really too early to rationalize it, and eating was important. Maybe he’d go running. The temperature was cooling down enough in the evening to make his daily run bearable.
Halfway down his hall, he stopped.
His apartment door was propped open. A single white rose hung from a red ribbon on the doorknob.
Yunho swallowed and moved closer. A trail of white petals led into his apartment. He doubted someone set to hurt him would lay out rose petals for him, but he did not breathe well until he entered the apartment. Candles covered his entire living room and kitchen. Everything smelled of nutmeg and spices from Changmin’s realm.
And Changmin sat at his table, which was covered in a red cloth, covered with plates of food and a bottle of wine. Yunho stared at him, unconsciously licking his lips. He wore a pair of cream-colored pants, tight around his thighs, legs crossed, black boots just below his knees. His black shirt was open most of the way, showing off his chest.
Yunho’s chest tightened, and he had to clear his throat before he managed to say, “What did I say about breaking into my apartment?”
Changmin smirked and shrugged. “I took a chance.”
Yunho smiled and turned away, afraid he was going to cry. He kicked off his shoes and hung up his sweater, leaving him in sweatpants and a tanktop; he didn’t usually wear a lot to a photoshoot that made him change every ten minutes.
Swallowing, he sank to his knees and crawled across the room, following the trail of rose petals that ended right at Changmin’s feet. He opened his mouth at the toe of the boot, the one in the air. Changmin pulled the foot away just far enough to run the soft suede boot over his cheek.
Yunho sighed and shuffled closer. Changmin uncrossed his legs. Yunho did not touch Changmin with anything but his face, along his leg, over his knee, up his thigh. Fingers tangled in his hair just before Yunho could nuzzle against his erection. He pouted up at Changmin.
Changmin smiled. “Food first.”
Yunho smiled and settled onto the floor, arm wrapped around Changmin’s leg.
“I missed you,” Changmin said, still running his hands in Yunho’s hair.
“I missed you,” Yunho said and rubbed his face on Changmin’s knee.
Changmin leaned forward for a plate. Yunho noticed that Changmin had chosen food that could be fed to him easily. Like he knew Yunho would want this.
Yunho smiled. He was not surprised. Changmin was learning just what he wanted.
The first few bites were cheese and some meat from Changmin’s realm. He had some roasted vegetables too, and he handed Yunho a glass of wine.
“How are you?” Changmin asked, tugging at his earlobe.
Yunho rubbed his face on Changmin’s thigh. “Now? Good. Happy. How long can you stay?”
“I have a very important meeting with the Swans tomorrow, but it is not until the afternoon.”
This was their future, back and forth. A day or two in one realm, and then a few days in another. A long distance relationship. Sort of. He definitely could live with that. He wanted to love Changmin as much as Changmin loved him. And he wanted Changmin to love who he really was just as much as he loved the version of Yunho that he had in his head.
Changmin tightened his fingers, tilted his head back, and pressed their lips together.
Yunho smiled widely for a moment before deepening the kiss.
Their relationship was strong. It was good. Changmin respected him, wanted to get to know him even more, and knew what he needed. And Yunho was happy. So far so good. And it did not look like it was going to be anything but better in the future.
Epilogue: The Babies
Part 6: The Waterfalls of Doubt
Part 5: The Different Reasons to Submit
Part 4: The Joy of Bath and Tongue
Part 3: The Birds and the Bees
Part 2: The Crippling Expectations
Part 1: The Trees and Cliffs
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Pairing: Changmin/Yunho (minor Minho/Jonghyun, Kyuhyun/Donghae, Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are gods to me ... maybe they are actually gods ... either way, all I can do is worship them.
Summary: Changmin is everything Yunho has ever wanted in a partner. Except that he isn't from Earth, or not Yunho's version of Earth. And there are expectations of Yunho that he is not sure he can fulfill. How do you decide between love and freedom?
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Nevermore
Warning: mentioned mpreg not my fault. Changmin wanted babies with Yunho
Poster made by me.
Part 7: The Beginning and the End
Yunho sat vigil in the tree alcove. He had not slept well despite the orgasm Changmin had twisted from him with fingers and a glass dildo, and the one that Changmin had forced from him with his cock and hands. His body ached. His brain kept him awake.
Nevermore settled beside him, wings and feathers ruffling every time Yunho moved or sighed deeply. She had barely left Yunho’s side the last three days, and he understood how much of a comfort she was. She was the same, mostly, as the birds in his realm, but it was more that she expected nothing from him. Nothing beyond a few berries, and he was sure that she would only require berries in their own realm as well. And Jaejoong could make her visible.
The last few days had been blissful. He spent most of his time with Changmin in bed. The times not spent in bed, they hung out with Kyuhyun and Donghae, Seohyun and Onew, Jaejoong, Taemin, and many other nobles that lived in the stronghold. They went to the waterfall or went hiking up the cliffs. They played games that were almost like soccer with many of the younger children in the stronghold. Changmin led him around the village again and again, buying him more jewelry, clothes, and delicious desserts.
It was fun. But it was like a vacation.
Didn’t they do anything else? Did they go to school? What about work and jobs and money?
He needed to ask Changmin but he did not want to make it seem like he was judging or criticizing his lover. He thought also of asking Jaejoong, but Jaejoong and Changmin were and had always been best friends. Jaejoong would tell Changmin. Probably.
The only one Yunho felt he could talk to was Jonghyun. Without Minho there. But Minho was always there with his lover so close to giving birth.
A throat cleared behind him. Yunho turned in surprise, heart slowing its sudden rapid beating when he recognized Jaejoong glowing with a magical blue light in his hand.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” Yunho asked.
“I can ask the same of you.”
Yunho turned back to the view from the window. There was a small patch of star-studded sky in the canopy and maze of trees. Yunho liked to look at it, watch the stars move across it.
Jaejoong slipped easily into the small bed with Yunho and actually wrapped his arms around him. Yunho tensed but eventually relaxed in the embrace.
“Changmin worries about you. He says you smile less.”
“Just thinking more,” Yunho said, unable to deny anything. He hoped Jaejoong did not ask about what. He hoped Jaejoong was not using magic to get him to spill his secrets.
“Do you miss your home?” Jaejoong asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Of course. Didn’t you miss it here when you were in my realm?”
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. “There are many things in your world that I liked but--”
“--there’s no place like home,” Yunho finished with a smile.
“Yes. Do you doubt Changmin’s love for you?”
Yunho shook his head. “No. He adores me. I know that.”
“Do you return his love?”
Yunho said nothing.
“It is his greatest fear,” Jaejoong continued, “that he will love you so deeply without your love in return.”
“He needs to give me more time,” Yunho said. “I cannot make a decision to just waltz into his realm after only knowing him for a few months. I cannot do that. I cannot give up my life for that... for this... even for the chance of a family.”
“You are right. Changmin expects too much from you too soon. I keep telling him that.”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“Perhaps.”
It was a word that meant that Jaejoong would probably tell Changmin of their conversation. Yunho decided to ask anyway. “I want to talk to Jonghyun. Alone.”
Jaejoong pondered the request. “I shall arrange something for you tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
“Go back to bed. Changmin sleeps much calmer when you are next to him.”
Yunho sighed. “I’d rather not.”
Jaejoong thankfully said nothing to that and tightened his hold on Yunho.
---
Yunho was quiet during breakfast. Changmin looked concerned and Yunho caught him opening his mouth more than once, probably to ask how he was. But he did not. Yunho hoped that he was listening to Jaejoong finally and understanding how difficult all of this was for Yunho.
Their kiss after they got ready for the day (bathing separately because they had to or they’d never leave the bath) was soft, but long. Yunho smiled afterward and some of the worry left Changmin’s gaze.
“My wings,” Changmin said.
Yunho draped his arms over Changmin’s shoulders, shivering as Changmin put his arms around his waist. “My prince.”
Changmin smiled. “Come on. Jaejoong says that Jonghyun is upset since we have not visited them in two whole days.”
“It’s probably boring sitting there by yourself all day.”
Changmin smirked. “I’m sure that Minho fucks him most of the day.”
Yunho held Changmin’s hand while they walked through the stone hallways. When they arrived, Minho and Jaejoong stood outside the door with Taemin.
“You father needs to discuss some things with you two,” Jaejoong said. “The Hawks are being annoying again.”
Changmin frowned.
“I’ll wait here with Jonghyun,” Yunho said, “so he isn’t alone.”
Minho grinned. “Thank you! I worry about him a lot.”
“And you can give him a blow job while we’re gone,” Jaejoong said with a wink.
Minho spluttered in protest. Yunho only rolled his eyes. They were all very aware of his opinion on sharing.
“I will have someone bring you both some fruit,” Minho said. “He has been craving berries the last few days.”
“Stay at your post,” Jaejoong said to Taemin. The young man nodded, and the two warriors lifted their arms and clinked their knives together.
Changmin pressed a kiss to Yunho’s cheek and murmured that he would be back as soon as possible. Yunho returned the kiss and went into the room. The door shut behind him. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants before entering the main room.
“Hi Yunho,” Jonghyun said. HIs face looked pained.
Yunho went right to the side of the couch and fell to the floor. He shifted on his knees. “Are you okay?”
Jonghyun shrugged. “Sure. Not really. I won’t be okay until these babies are born. What about you? Jaejoong said you wanted to talk to me.”
Yunho nodded.
“You are not happy here.”
Yunho sighed. He sat on the floor and leaned against the couch. Fingers trailed through his hair, a soft touch on his neck.
“I am confused,” Yunho clarified. With one more deep breath, he launched into his concerns. “It is gorgeous here. I love it. Changmin is obsessed with me. Your world is great. But I ... what will you do? What will I do? Changmin wants me to be his equal, but what does that mean? So far, we’ve done nothing but play around. No job, no work, no ... meaning. I understand that Changmin is set to take over from his father, he’s the heir, and he has duties, but what about me? What about you? If Minho becomes the heir, what will you do besides pop out babies? In my realm, I have a job. I have goals. I have an idea of what I want with my life. I can’t do that here.”
Minho chuckled. “Changmin has been showing you the fun things of our world, and part of being a prince is that he doesn’t have to work in the sense that you had to work. You won’t just be popping out babies, and especially if you do not want to. There are lots of things that need to be done as a precaution. You’ll be going to other clans for dinners and just to be seen, to show who our allies are. Treaties, fights, protecting his people. There are moments of peace, like now, where it may not seem like there is anything to do, but also times of war. The Raven Queen is constantly forging ties with other clan queens. You’ll be an ambassador, a connection, and in charge of things that you do not have to worry about yet unless you move here.”
Yunho thought about that. Changmin had kept him from the machinations of the Eagles. He would probably keep him safe during a fight with the Hawks if that happened. The truth was that Yunho was not of this world. He did not know how to fight or how to keep the peace or make up treaties.
Yet he wanted to be a lawyer. Isn’t that what a lawyer did? Fight for rights? Keep the peace? Sign contracts? Maybe it was the same. Maybe it was different.
“How much longer are you here?” Jonghyun asked.
Yunho leaned into the small tug on his hair. “Another couple days. I have duties in my world.”
Jonghyun smiled. “No matter what you choose, no matter when, come back and see the babies.”
Yunho chuckled. “I will, I promise.”
---
Changmin brushed his fingers over Yunho’s cheek. “I will miss you.”
Yunho shut his eyes. “I’ll miss you too.”
“Give me a few days to make sure the Hawks are not conspiring against us and then I will come and visit you.”
Yunho nodded. “I’m not sure I can go more than that without you.”
Changmin smiled. “I am not sure I can go more than a few hours without you.” He cupped Yunho’s cheek and brushed his lips over Yunho’s. “I love you, my wings. Never doubt that.”
Yunho’s throat tightened. “How can I when you show me all the ways you adore me?”
Changmin pulled him close for a tight hug.
“All right,” Jaejoong said, “that’s enough. You two have been saying goodbye for almost an hour now.”
Changmin leaned away, and Yunho was surprised at the tears in his eyes.
“You’re just a magic spell away,” Yunho said.
Changmin nodded. “I will abuse Jaejoong’s magical talents as often as I can.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Except in the bedroom.”
Changmin grinned. “Yes. I promise. Just you.”
That meant a lot more to Yunho than he knew how to express.
“I’ll see you in a few days,” Yunho said.
Changmin shut his eyes, took a very deep breath, and stepped away. Yunho smiled when their hands stayed clasped for a few more moments.
“I love you,” Changmin said.
Yunho smiled and nodded.
As soon as Changmin let his hand go, Jaejoong waved, mouth moving in words Yunho did not hear. White shimmering filled his vision, and Yunho shut his eyes against the dizzying sensation of being moved without actually moving. When the feeling stabilized, Yunho opened his eyes to his own living room. Nothing was out of place, everything the same, and yet he felt displaced, confused. He walked toward his front door to take off his boots. A piece of paper was taped to it. He tore it off and read it:
Welcome Home! Call us as soon as you get here. Don’t worry! We changed your sheets! Missed you! YooSu
Yunho chuckled. He took off his boots and went into his bedroom. There was another note next to an empty box on his bed.
Used all your condoms, since you don’t need them anymore!
Yunho put both the note and the box on the nightstand. He lay back on the bed. It was almost three in the afternoon. His phone was plugged in, the message light flashing. He ignored it and stared at the ceiling, thinking, thinking, thinking.
All he did was think.
The light dimmed as the sun set. His bed had been comfortable, but not like Changmin’s. And it was going to be hard to sleep without Changmin next to him.
Nevermore suddenly flew into the bedroom and squaked, probably begging for some fruit. It was a reason to get up. In the fridge was a carton of strawberries and some whipped cream and Yunho decided that he had to disinfect his entire apartment, kitchen, bathroom, shower, everything, just in case.
He sent Yoochun a text that only said he was home, that he was going to sleep, and he would come into the cafe in the morning to say hi.
Yoochun sent back a bunch of hearts, followed by a dick emoji.
Yep, disinfectant. Maybe he’d buy stock in it.
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“So,” Junsu said and sat down at the table across from Yunho. He handed Yunho his coffee. “You’ve been here for about five minutes, and that is enough time, so I can ask you the questions.”
Yunho rolled his eyes.
“So most important,” Junsu said. “When is Jaejoong coming back so he and Yoochunie can DP my ass again?”
Yunho choked on his coffee.
Junsu smirked. “Well?”
Yunho coughed and squeezed the tears from his eyes, trying to breathe.
Junsu laughed and shouted, “Hey Yoochun! Yunho is choking on your--”
“Family cafe!” Yoochun shouted back.
Junsu’s laughter echoed around the room.
Yunho finally got control of himself. “I do not know,” he finally said. “Changmin said he would come and visit in a few days.”
“Are there problems?” Junsu asked.
“One of the other clans are creating skirmishes that the two of them have to deal with. He told me not to worry.”
“Which means you’re going to.”
Yunho nodded. “Their world is so pretty, but it’s so dangerous.”
“We want to know everything, so come over, or we’ll come over to yours, we’ll bring some soju, and you can tell us all about it.”
“You even want to know about the glass dildo?”
Junsu licked his lips. “Oh yes.”
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Yunho dragged his feet on his way home. His photoshoot had been a disaster. At least in his mind. He could not concentrate. His mind was in turmoil. He missed Changmin dearly, and he wanted to see him. He was horny, but his heart hurt more than his dick wanted some. The photographer loved the stormy looks. He was usually so happy and quick to smile. But the brooding eyebrows just jumped off the frame.
Or so the photographer said. Yunho had no idea. He just felt overwhelmed, confused, and a little sad. Sexually frustrated. He had gotten too used to being given and denied orgasm. Doing it himself just wasn’t the same.
He trudged up his stairs, wondering if he wanted to call YooSu for dinner, order in food, or just sleep forever. Sleeping sounded good, but it was really too early to rationalize it, and eating was important. Maybe he’d go running. The temperature was cooling down enough in the evening to make his daily run bearable.
Halfway down his hall, he stopped.
His apartment door was propped open. A single white rose hung from a red ribbon on the doorknob.
Yunho swallowed and moved closer. A trail of white petals led into his apartment. He doubted someone set to hurt him would lay out rose petals for him, but he did not breathe well until he entered the apartment. Candles covered his entire living room and kitchen. Everything smelled of nutmeg and spices from Changmin’s realm.
And Changmin sat at his table, which was covered in a red cloth, covered with plates of food and a bottle of wine. Yunho stared at him, unconsciously licking his lips. He wore a pair of cream-colored pants, tight around his thighs, legs crossed, black boots just below his knees. His black shirt was open most of the way, showing off his chest.
Yunho’s chest tightened, and he had to clear his throat before he managed to say, “What did I say about breaking into my apartment?”
Changmin smirked and shrugged. “I took a chance.”
Yunho smiled and turned away, afraid he was going to cry. He kicked off his shoes and hung up his sweater, leaving him in sweatpants and a tanktop; he didn’t usually wear a lot to a photoshoot that made him change every ten minutes.
Swallowing, he sank to his knees and crawled across the room, following the trail of rose petals that ended right at Changmin’s feet. He opened his mouth at the toe of the boot, the one in the air. Changmin pulled the foot away just far enough to run the soft suede boot over his cheek.
Yunho sighed and shuffled closer. Changmin uncrossed his legs. Yunho did not touch Changmin with anything but his face, along his leg, over his knee, up his thigh. Fingers tangled in his hair just before Yunho could nuzzle against his erection. He pouted up at Changmin.
Changmin smiled. “Food first.”
Yunho smiled and settled onto the floor, arm wrapped around Changmin’s leg.
“I missed you,” Changmin said, still running his hands in Yunho’s hair.
“I missed you,” Yunho said and rubbed his face on Changmin’s knee.
Changmin leaned forward for a plate. Yunho noticed that Changmin had chosen food that could be fed to him easily. Like he knew Yunho would want this.
Yunho smiled. He was not surprised. Changmin was learning just what he wanted.
The first few bites were cheese and some meat from Changmin’s realm. He had some roasted vegetables too, and he handed Yunho a glass of wine.
“How are you?” Changmin asked, tugging at his earlobe.
Yunho rubbed his face on Changmin’s thigh. “Now? Good. Happy. How long can you stay?”
“I have a very important meeting with the Swans tomorrow, but it is not until the afternoon.”
This was their future, back and forth. A day or two in one realm, and then a few days in another. A long distance relationship. Sort of. He definitely could live with that. He wanted to love Changmin as much as Changmin loved him. And he wanted Changmin to love who he really was just as much as he loved the version of Yunho that he had in his head.
Changmin tightened his fingers, tilted his head back, and pressed their lips together.
Yunho smiled widely for a moment before deepening the kiss.
Their relationship was strong. It was good. Changmin respected him, wanted to get to know him even more, and knew what he needed. And Yunho was happy. So far so good. And it did not look like it was going to be anything but better in the future.
Epilogue: The Babies
Part 6: The Waterfalls of Doubt
Part 5: The Different Reasons to Submit
Part 4: The Joy of Bath and Tongue
Part 3: The Birds and the Bees
Part 2: The Crippling Expectations
Part 1: The Trees and Cliffs
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