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Free your mind
HoMin
HARD R to NC-17 (they get each other off in a shower this time)
BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR yuxo ♥ HAPPY 18TH BDAY AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
also sequel to this. lmfao i'm so great at scenery changes amirite
They catch their breath a moment later and collapse on the floor, cuddling up to one another and making a half-assed attempt to wipe away the unsightly white stains that got on the carpet. Changmin grunts softly in disapproval.
"You stained the carpet."
"We should clean up," Yunho smiles, ignoring the comment. "...Shower?"
Changmin grins.
-x-
The best thing, Yunho thinks, about having post-sex showers is that they don't need to go through the long process of getting undressed. All he really has to do is start up the shower, make sure the door is locked ("Why bother?" "Someone could walk in while we're in here." "...We just had sex in the hallway and now you're worried about someone seeing us?"), and get them both inside the shower before something happens.
The first two steps pass by quickly (only pausing during the second to steal a quick kiss or two, or five) but it's that last step that's always the most difficult part. The second part of the last step in specific.
By the time they get in the shower the tile floor is warm from the flow of steamy water, small drops of condensation forming on the mirror.
-x-
Yunho is the first to back out of the kiss, fingers pawing at the shelf where he remembers the soap being. When he finally manages to get the bar in hand, he steps back and lathers cloth. His gentle smile is met with gentle lips.
"Let me clean you up," is the only offered words before Yunho is curling the washcloth over Changmin's shoulder, soaping up the skin and leaving no room for any disagreements. The youngest lets him do as he pleases (though Changmin wouldn't object anyway) and Yunho makes quick work of sudzing up the ever-muscular-growing chest. He sighs softly, body unconsciously leaning closer.
By the time Yunho takes note of the lacking personal space his body is already moving of its own accord. Fingers explore expanses of tan and lips feather soft pecks over whatever piece of Changmin that Yunho is able to reach. The kisses follow an invisible road, curving and twisting until they finally stopsign at slightly pouting lips. There are soap bubbles all over his face, smears of foam that parody a fizzled goatee.
Changmin laughs. "Hyung, it looks like you need to shave."
"Can your lips be my razor?" Yunho asks with a smile and Changmin laughs harder.
"Have you been asking Yoochun hyung for advice?"
"How rude. I have my own lines, thanks."
"Sap," Changmin retorts, voice laced with affection and face graced with a smile. "You're such a sap. You're almost as bad as Yoochun hyung."
"Stop talking about Chunnie-ah when you're naked in the shower with me," Yunho scowls softly. He only relinquishes his sulking when he realizes that Changmin is partially pink in the face, whether from embarrassment or anticipation or sudden shyness at their position--Yunho doesn't know, but he smiles knowingly and touches their foreheads together. "But you love the romance."
Changmin smiles again, softer at the edges and filled with affection, and tucks a few longer strands of Yunho's hair behind his ear.
-x-
Even with the water on full blast, Changmin can still hear every noise echoing off the tile walls. Each moan, each groan, each little gasp gets reverberated back to him, at seemingly twice the noise level. This is both good and bad. Good: Yunho tends to be quieter in the showers because he's considerate of the other members. Hence, the echo gives it a nice boost that Changmin really very much appreciates (thank you, acoustics, bathrooms really are the best places for that). Bad: Changmin can hear himself and all the soft whimpers he makes every time Yunho strokes his cock. It's embarrassing and he can't control it, hips pushing up into the slightly calloused hand.
"You're holding back," Yunho breathes against Changmin's neck between gentle sucks on the skin. He looks torn between being impressed and being disappointed.
"You're always holding back."
Yunho chokes on his reply as a large hand wraps around his cock, tugging slowly, painfully teasing. The wall is surprisingly warm, pressing his back flat against the smooth---
...wait. Wall?
Yunho does not recall being against a wall. The last he remembers, nearly-burning water was beating against his back and Changmin was pinned between him and a thin marble barrier.
"Let's hear you now, Yunhoyah," Changmin says with a dangerous smile, hand jerking roughly once. Yunho sucks in a quick breath, nails biting crescent moons into a pale hip. Competitiveness is in his nature though and a moment later the leader is smiling darkly, dragging a nail lightly along the underside of Changmin's length and shivering in satisfaction at the low moan he gets as a reply.
"Bet I last longer than you."
Changmin is confused by the comment for all of two seconds before the innuendo sinks in. Oh, he thinks. Oh, it's like that then. Changmin isn't as competitive as the others are (he doesn't like setting himself up for high standards when the outcome isn't clear) but this is one challenge that he wants to take part in.
"You're on."
-x-
'Fuck fucking holy oh my shit,' Yunho's mind says to him when a large hand cages both of their cocks together; wet yet dry and making an almost perfect friction along his swollen length; heads rubbing together and hips rolling with little thought at all other than 'so close, so hot, fuck,' "Changmin."
"Yunho," the youngest pants, head thrown back and wet hair clinging desperately to his cheekbones, "Yun--I'm almost--"
"Wait, wait," breathy whispers are a must at this time and Yunho revels in the feel of Changmin's palm just a moment longer before he removes the hand and slinks his body down the wall. His hands follow the curve of Changmin's thighs, tugging at the thin waist once he's mostly-kinda comfortable in a kneel on the floor.
Changmin makes a soft noise of confusion that boils down into a throaty purr as a familiar warmth slides down his cock. Tight heat, like a velvet glove; Changmin groans softly and tangles his fingers in Yunho's hair, doing his best not to dig his nails into Yunho's scalp. But it's so hard, so hard not to when Yunho is going down on him, sucking and hollowing his cheeks and pulling back just enough to roll his tongue over the slit.
"Yunho," Changmin stammers. His hips jerk as a low groan rolls up his cock, down to his toes, and then up to his head, escaping parted lips as a needy whine. He doesn't usually get this whimpery, but then again Yunho doesn't normally give him such great head (though normally Yunho doesn't jack off to giving head, so Changmin figures it's a special time tonight).
The burn is coiling in his gut--it's unbearable and the pull of lust is too strong for him to fight--and Changmin presses a palm against the wall to steady himself. He feels Yunho's muscles tensing beneath his fingertips and looks down in time to see Yunho climax, come splattering over his hand and a gurgling moan stuttering along Changmin cock. That's all Changmin can take and he throws himself into his own pleasure. Consideration for the other members is the last thing on his mind as his orgasm pulses through his veins, drowning the loud echo of his own cries with the roar of blood dancing along his eardrums.
-x-
The water is freezing by the time they get out. Yunho sniffs softly, huge towel wrapped around his entire body, and takes a seat on the edge of Changmin's bed.
"I think I have a cold now." He announces. "And I won the bet."
Changmin raises a not-too-concerned brow in his general direction and avoids both statements. "Hyung, you're getting my sheets wet. Just once I'd like to sleep on a bed that's not covered in a variety of liquids."
"Not like you sleep in your bed. Seeing as all your things are in mine."
Changmin sighs. "Speaking of which, we should get to bed."
"But I'm sick," Yunho notes with a small smile. "Wouldn't want you getting sick."
There's a pause and Yunho feels Changmin's sad pout more than he sees it when the youngest says softly, "...We've had sex twice within the past hour and we're not going to cuddle?"
Yunho facefalls and quickly invites Changmin to his bed by flinging himself on it and throwing back the covers. Changmin laughs and makes his way to bed.
Later that evening when Jaejoong is making his rounds (translation: closing windows that Yoochun opened) he stops by to check on the two (translation: spy on them to see if they're having sex again instead of resting for the schedule tomorrow). He sees the two curled into each other, legs and arms and bodies tangled so much that Jaejoong can't be sure if that's Yunho's leg hanging off the bed or Changmin's.
Jaejoong smiles warmly and closes the door. He makes a mental note to explain to the management in the morning why Yunho is sneezing and Changmin has a limp.
HoMin
HARD R to NC-17 (they get each other off in a shower this time)
BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR yuxo ♥ HAPPY 18TH BDAY AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
also sequel to this. lmfao i'm so great at scenery changes amirite
They catch their breath a moment later and collapse on the floor, cuddling up to one another and making a half-assed attempt to wipe away the unsightly white stains that got on the carpet. Changmin grunts softly in disapproval.
"You stained the carpet."
"We should clean up," Yunho smiles, ignoring the comment. "...Shower?"
Changmin grins.
-x-
The best thing, Yunho thinks, about having post-sex showers is that they don't need to go through the long process of getting undressed. All he really has to do is start up the shower, make sure the door is locked ("Why bother?" "Someone could walk in while we're in here." "...We just had sex in the hallway and now you're worried about someone seeing us?"), and get them both inside the shower before something happens.
The first two steps pass by quickly (only pausing during the second to steal a quick kiss or two, or five) but it's that last step that's always the most difficult part. The second part of the last step in specific.
By the time they get in the shower the tile floor is warm from the flow of steamy water, small drops of condensation forming on the mirror.
-x-
Yunho is the first to back out of the kiss, fingers pawing at the shelf where he remembers the soap being. When he finally manages to get the bar in hand, he steps back and lathers cloth. His gentle smile is met with gentle lips.
"Let me clean you up," is the only offered words before Yunho is curling the washcloth over Changmin's shoulder, soaping up the skin and leaving no room for any disagreements. The youngest lets him do as he pleases (though Changmin wouldn't object anyway) and Yunho makes quick work of sudzing up the ever-muscular-growing chest. He sighs softly, body unconsciously leaning closer.
By the time Yunho takes note of the lacking personal space his body is already moving of its own accord. Fingers explore expanses of tan and lips feather soft pecks over whatever piece of Changmin that Yunho is able to reach. The kisses follow an invisible road, curving and twisting until they finally stopsign at slightly pouting lips. There are soap bubbles all over his face, smears of foam that parody a fizzled goatee.
Changmin laughs. "Hyung, it looks like you need to shave."
"Can your lips be my razor?" Yunho asks with a smile and Changmin laughs harder.
"Have you been asking Yoochun hyung for advice?"
"How rude. I have my own lines, thanks."
"Sap," Changmin retorts, voice laced with affection and face graced with a smile. "You're such a sap. You're almost as bad as Yoochun hyung."
"Stop talking about Chunnie-ah when you're naked in the shower with me," Yunho scowls softly. He only relinquishes his sulking when he realizes that Changmin is partially pink in the face, whether from embarrassment or anticipation or sudden shyness at their position--Yunho doesn't know, but he smiles knowingly and touches their foreheads together. "But you love the romance."
Changmin smiles again, softer at the edges and filled with affection, and tucks a few longer strands of Yunho's hair behind his ear.
-x-
Even with the water on full blast, Changmin can still hear every noise echoing off the tile walls. Each moan, each groan, each little gasp gets reverberated back to him, at seemingly twice the noise level. This is both good and bad. Good: Yunho tends to be quieter in the showers because he's considerate of the other members. Hence, the echo gives it a nice boost that Changmin really very much appreciates (thank you, acoustics, bathrooms really are the best places for that). Bad: Changmin can hear himself and all the soft whimpers he makes every time Yunho strokes his cock. It's embarrassing and he can't control it, hips pushing up into the slightly calloused hand.
"You're holding back," Yunho breathes against Changmin's neck between gentle sucks on the skin. He looks torn between being impressed and being disappointed.
"You're always holding back."
Yunho chokes on his reply as a large hand wraps around his cock, tugging slowly, painfully teasing. The wall is surprisingly warm, pressing his back flat against the smooth---
...wait. Wall?
Yunho does not recall being against a wall. The last he remembers, nearly-burning water was beating against his back and Changmin was pinned between him and a thin marble barrier.
"Let's hear you now, Yunhoyah," Changmin says with a dangerous smile, hand jerking roughly once. Yunho sucks in a quick breath, nails biting crescent moons into a pale hip. Competitiveness is in his nature though and a moment later the leader is smiling darkly, dragging a nail lightly along the underside of Changmin's length and shivering in satisfaction at the low moan he gets as a reply.
"Bet I last longer than you."
Changmin is confused by the comment for all of two seconds before the innuendo sinks in. Oh, he thinks. Oh, it's like that then. Changmin isn't as competitive as the others are (he doesn't like setting himself up for high standards when the outcome isn't clear) but this is one challenge that he wants to take part in.
"You're on."
-x-
'Fuck fucking holy oh my shit,' Yunho's mind says to him when a large hand cages both of their cocks together; wet yet dry and making an almost perfect friction along his swollen length; heads rubbing together and hips rolling with little thought at all other than 'so close, so hot, fuck,' "Changmin."
"Yunho," the youngest pants, head thrown back and wet hair clinging desperately to his cheekbones, "Yun--I'm almost--"
"Wait, wait," breathy whispers are a must at this time and Yunho revels in the feel of Changmin's palm just a moment longer before he removes the hand and slinks his body down the wall. His hands follow the curve of Changmin's thighs, tugging at the thin waist once he's mostly-kinda comfortable in a kneel on the floor.
Changmin makes a soft noise of confusion that boils down into a throaty purr as a familiar warmth slides down his cock. Tight heat, like a velvet glove; Changmin groans softly and tangles his fingers in Yunho's hair, doing his best not to dig his nails into Yunho's scalp. But it's so hard, so hard not to when Yunho is going down on him, sucking and hollowing his cheeks and pulling back just enough to roll his tongue over the slit.
"Yunho," Changmin stammers. His hips jerk as a low groan rolls up his cock, down to his toes, and then up to his head, escaping parted lips as a needy whine. He doesn't usually get this whimpery, but then again Yunho doesn't normally give him such great head (though normally Yunho doesn't jack off to giving head, so Changmin figures it's a special time tonight).
The burn is coiling in his gut--it's unbearable and the pull of lust is too strong for him to fight--and Changmin presses a palm against the wall to steady himself. He feels Yunho's muscles tensing beneath his fingertips and looks down in time to see Yunho climax, come splattering over his hand and a gurgling moan stuttering along Changmin cock. That's all Changmin can take and he throws himself into his own pleasure. Consideration for the other members is the last thing on his mind as his orgasm pulses through his veins, drowning the loud echo of his own cries with the roar of blood dancing along his eardrums.
-x-
The water is freezing by the time they get out. Yunho sniffs softly, huge towel wrapped around his entire body, and takes a seat on the edge of Changmin's bed.
"I think I have a cold now." He announces. "And I won the bet."
Changmin raises a not-too-concerned brow in his general direction and avoids both statements. "Hyung, you're getting my sheets wet. Just once I'd like to sleep on a bed that's not covered in a variety of liquids."
"Not like you sleep in your bed. Seeing as all your things are in mine."
Changmin sighs. "Speaking of which, we should get to bed."
"But I'm sick," Yunho notes with a small smile. "Wouldn't want you getting sick."
There's a pause and Yunho feels Changmin's sad pout more than he sees it when the youngest says softly, "...We've had sex twice within the past hour and we're not going to cuddle?"
Yunho facefalls and quickly invites Changmin to his bed by flinging himself on it and throwing back the covers. Changmin laughs and makes his way to bed.
Later that evening when Jaejoong is making his rounds (translation: closing windows that Yoochun opened) he stops by to check on the two (translation: spy on them to see if they're having sex again instead of resting for the schedule tomorrow). He sees the two curled into each other, legs and arms and bodies tangled so much that Jaejoong can't be sure if that's Yunho's leg hanging off the bed or Changmin's.
Jaejoong smiles warmly and closes the door. He makes a mental note to explain to the management in the morning why Yunho is sneezing and Changmin has a limp.