dessert/leather
changmin, jaejoong's lamborghini murciélago, crème brûlée
changmin runs really late for a date, but there's no reason for the crème brûlée to go to waste.
for riseofnoona
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when he reached the pastry store in the suburb at a quarter after midnight, the doors were shut. with sympathy from the solitude boulevard and company of the lonely crescent moon, changmin knew he had lost her on their anniversary.
his eyes fell on a small box that sat untouched on the pavement. the word 'changmin' was written neatly on a square card the wind never stole away. 'sorry' it said on the other side of the paper, 'goodbye'.
he slid his key into the ignition and the car came to life with a mechanical purr. ridiculous idea to borrow jaejoong's lamborgini to impress a girl who never loved him.
he loosened his black tie and let his suit jacket lie in the passenger seat. a long moment of silence and regret passed until he finally let her go and opened the tiny box in his lap.
his face glowed. inside, his favourite crème brûlée waited. waited for him longer than she had.
the delectable scent mixed with the lamborghini's leather's and changmin felt his heart quake, breathing in deep like his last breath of air. he delved the tip of his pointer finger into the french dessert and shuddered, gauging its creamy interior into the curve of his finger and sliding it pass his lips. he moaned sinfully, tongue curling at the velvety flavour.
one, two, three buttons of his dress shirt were undone and he had two digits inside the white procelain cup then. more lush custard in his mouth, down his throat, on his chest. rough fingertips work over his nipples, distented from the cool breeze from the air-conditioner.
"ah," he whimpered quietly, sticky hand rubbing all over his flushed skin. he cupped himself in between his legs, pressing the heel of his hand down his hard cock and stroked himself through the wet fabric. he arched his back taut into his own touches, crying out for more.
his shirt was crumpled around his elbow and his trousers and briefs around his ankles. the driver's seat was pushed backwards until nearly 180 degrees in angle. he was on his knees, legs spread wide, black leather warm from his body heat and slippery from his body fluids.
fringe plastered to his forehead, he gasped against the headrest when his fingers buried inside him grazed his prostrate. some of the dessert caked around his stretched entrance. he keened loudly and sunk his fingers deeper, fucking himself savagely in sync with his hand pumping his cock.
"please," he groaned when he felt himself close to the edge. he ran his tongue along the leather, teeth testing the pliant material. he hooked his fingers inside his passage and he screamed, smearing his thick cum onto his hands and into the leather seat.
he huffed exhaustedly against the seat, leather kissing all over his sore body. he sighed contently and rolled over onto his back. dragging his hand through the trail of hair leading up his torso, he caught cum and crème brûlée on his fingertips and brought them to his mouth.
he sucked on them thoughtfully and decided that desserts made better lovers than women.
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changmin runs really late for a date, but there's no reason for the crème brûlée to go to waste.
for riseofnoona
---
when he reached the pastry store in the suburb at a quarter after midnight, the doors were shut. with sympathy from the solitude boulevard and company of the lonely crescent moon, changmin knew he had lost her on their anniversary.
his eyes fell on a small box that sat untouched on the pavement. the word 'changmin' was written neatly on a square card the wind never stole away. 'sorry' it said on the other side of the paper, 'goodbye'.
he slid his key into the ignition and the car came to life with a mechanical purr. ridiculous idea to borrow jaejoong's lamborgini to impress a girl who never loved him.
he loosened his black tie and let his suit jacket lie in the passenger seat. a long moment of silence and regret passed until he finally let her go and opened the tiny box in his lap.
his face glowed. inside, his favourite crème brûlée waited. waited for him longer than she had.
the delectable scent mixed with the lamborghini's leather's and changmin felt his heart quake, breathing in deep like his last breath of air. he delved the tip of his pointer finger into the french dessert and shuddered, gauging its creamy interior into the curve of his finger and sliding it pass his lips. he moaned sinfully, tongue curling at the velvety flavour.
one, two, three buttons of his dress shirt were undone and he had two digits inside the white procelain cup then. more lush custard in his mouth, down his throat, on his chest. rough fingertips work over his nipples, distented from the cool breeze from the air-conditioner.
"ah," he whimpered quietly, sticky hand rubbing all over his flushed skin. he cupped himself in between his legs, pressing the heel of his hand down his hard cock and stroked himself through the wet fabric. he arched his back taut into his own touches, crying out for more.
his shirt was crumpled around his elbow and his trousers and briefs around his ankles. the driver's seat was pushed backwards until nearly 180 degrees in angle. he was on his knees, legs spread wide, black leather warm from his body heat and slippery from his body fluids.
fringe plastered to his forehead, he gasped against the headrest when his fingers buried inside him grazed his prostrate. some of the dessert caked around his stretched entrance. he keened loudly and sunk his fingers deeper, fucking himself savagely in sync with his hand pumping his cock.
"please," he groaned when he felt himself close to the edge. he ran his tongue along the leather, teeth testing the pliant material. he hooked his fingers inside his passage and he screamed, smearing his thick cum onto his hands and into the leather seat.
he huffed exhaustedly against the seat, leather kissing all over his sore body. he sighed contently and rolled over onto his back. dragging his hand through the trail of hair leading up his torso, he caught cum and crème brûlée on his fingertips and brought them to his mouth.
he sucked on them thoughtfully and decided that desserts made better lovers than women.
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