fanfic : oneshot : KyuMi
Fandom : SJM
Title : Birthday present
Pairing : Kyumi
Rating : NC-17 without a doubt
Warning : Mindless smut
Disclaimer : i dont own them though i wish i did
One again you can blame this on that kyumi fan, the fic-nagger :3 otherwise known as my beta and fic-fixer.
“You have to be kidding me…”
“But it’s my birthday!” Zhou Mi’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout and he waved the furry, pink handcuffs at Kyuhyun again. “You will enjoy it..” Zhou Mi leaned forward to Kyuhyun's ear, voice dropping to a whisper that had the hairs on the back of Kyuhyuns neck standing up, “… I promise.” Zhou Mi bit down on his earlobe whilst pulling on the tie he was still wearing from the performance a few hours before.
Kyuhyun couldn’t help but moan into the shoulder in front of him, agreeing - he didn’t care what to anymore, it had been too long since they had been together. Zhou Mi pulled him forward by his tie, further onto the bed, kissing him, pulling at his clothes, and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but feel desperate for Zhou Mi to just touch him.
“Don’t you dare get used to being in control!”
A chuckle into his neck and long fingers were undoing the buttons on his shirt, slowly and teasingly whilst Kyuhyun clutched at Zhou Mi, hands in his hair, arms draped over his shoulders almost lazily, Zhou Mi’s mouth hot against his own. Zhou Mi lowered Kyuhyun's arms and pushed the shirt off slowly, kissing hot patterns across the exposed skin.
And then it happened. He heard the click, and looked up to see his hands attached to the headboard of Zhou Mi’s bed. Zhou Mi pounced on his chance to attack Kyuhyun's neck, teeth scraping, and Kyuhyun moaned again, moving his hips up to Zhou Mi’s, desperate for friction. He felt his hips being pushed down to the bed and that mouth was on his again, swallowing his moans, as Kyuhyun thought he might just die from the need for contact.
Zhou Mi’s hands ran down his body, feather light touches from his wrists, down his arms, down his sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake and then he was at the waistband of Kyuhyuns trousers, just still. Holding. Teasing.
“Mi… Please?”
His trousers were gone, boxer shorts with them and he was left naked save a tie, suddenly aware of the coldness of the room and those light touches were back running up his thighs, higher and higher. Kyuhyun was moaning in anticipation, eyes closed before the hands were gone and he was left to groan in disappointment.
He opened his eyes to see Zhou Mi removing his own shirt, toned stomach being revealed slowly. He licked his lips, watching each button of Zhou Mi’s jeans come undone, sliding down hips, past knees to pool on the floor and Zhou Mi was back on the bed kissing up the inside of his thighs, hands running along the outside.
Zhou Mi took Kyuhyun into his mouth, tongue moving slowly. Kyuhyun threw his head back, eyes closed in ecstasy, muttering in a language he didn’t recognise.
“Faster.”
Zhou Mi continued to move his mouth lazily, slowly, holding Kyuhyun's hips down into the bed so he couldn’t move. He strained against the cuffs at his wrist, slightly irrated at the lack of control, drowning in unending pleasure.
All too soon Zhou Mi stopped, causing Kyuhyun to groan again, tired of being teased. Zhou Mi’s mouth found his, swallowing the hiss he made as Zhou Mi slid a long finger into him. He tensed up, tears in his eyes as one became two, preparing him as Zhou Mi kissed him, distracted him.
Kyuhyun moaned, back arching as Zhou Mi hit that spot again; he raised his hips, needing that contact, needing the release, but then Zhou Mi was between his legs, his thighs around Zhou Mi who was pushing in and Kyuhyun pulled on the cuffs, biting his lip, tears back in his eyes. Zhou Mi knew better than to wait, moving fast, hard, until pain turned to pleasure and Kyuhyun was panting, moaning. The handcuffs were undone, dangling from one wrist as he clawed at Zhou Mi’s back, leaving marks that would last at least the next few days and clinging onto Zhou Mi as all rhythm was lost between them.
His vision blurred as Zhou Mi’s hand worked between them, bringing Kyuhyun to his release with a loud moan and teeth sunk into Zhou Mi’s shoulder. He fell back against the bed as Zhou Mi grabbed his hips and pounded in twice as hard until he was moaning, gripping Kyuhyun’s hips painfully hard, and falling on the bed next to him.
They both lay there a panting mess, needing showers and sleep. Zhou Mi’s fingers threaded between Kyuhyun’s to hold his hand.
“Told you so.”
“Shut up, Mi,” he kissed him, practically chaste compared to before. “Happy Birthday.”