[One-Shot] Black and White → for anita_dee [XiuChen/XiuSoo]
Originally posted by minseokness at Black and White → for anita_dee
Title: Black and White
Recipient: anita_dee
Pairing(s): Xiumin/Chen, Xiumin/D.O
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut
Word count: 2,430 words
Summary: Minseok loves the piano. He loves the few who can sing as well as he can play even more.
Black and white. Fingers dancing over black and white keys. Minseok doesn't even remember when he had first started playing the piano. As far as he was concerned, he had known how to play it all his life. His mother was a singer and his father was a composer so it wasn't a surprise that their son was also musically inclined. Photos and trophies lined their house, all of Minseok's achievements ever since he had first waddled up to his father's piano and tapped the keys.
It's been 24 years of continuous playing. He finished high school with top grades, graduated university with a degree in music. Now he travelled the world, playing the piano wherever they hired him. Sometimes he was in a hotel lobby in Paris, a popular cafe in New York or a stage accompaniment in Japan. He had met plenty of wonderful people, singers whose voices were smooth and rich and sounded like angels. He loved those few, as much as he loved playing the piano that backed their luscious voices.
It was when he first started making a name for himself that he met the first angel, a boy named Jongdaewhose neck veins became prominent with every long, high note he held. Minseok had admired the boy from behind the sheet music as he played song after song for the other to sing, the stage lights beaming down on the two of them until there was only them two left on the stage. There was no audience, there was no applause, there was no cheering. It was just them; when Jongdae had turned to look over at him with those kohl-lined eyes, Minseok knew he had to have him, to see what notes he could hit with the pianist hovering over him.
"Jongdae you have such a wonderful voice. We should go celebrate a successful opening night."
The boy, now shy from the compliment, nodded and smiled at the pianist with an adorable puppy look. Minseok had treated him to a nice dinner at a japanese restaurant down the street from their hotel, the boy eagerly scoffing down the food and sake like a hungry beaver. The older just watched in amusement as Jongdae looked up from his empty plate with a wide-eyed look, as though he didn't know that he had already finished all the food. Laughing loudly and ruffling the boy's hair, he had pushed his plate over as well, eyes raking over the other's throat as he swallowed the food, his Adam's apple bobbing deliciously and catching the light. The night wasted away and soon Minseok was helping a stumbling Jongdae back to his hotel room.
"Hyung. Thank you for the night out-" He hiccupped. "- I really like you."
Leaning forward, Minseok captured the boy's lips with his own, effectively cutting off his drunken speech. Jongdae's hands flew up to grab his collar, pulling him deeper into the kiss as they stumbled into the hotel room. The door clicked shut behind them, the sound barely registering in their lust-ridden minds. Stage clothes were strewn haphazardly over the room, belts being unbuckled, pants being caught around ankles. It wasn't long before Minseok had the younger on the bed, legs spread obscenely as he arches back. The hand stroking expertly at his cock thumbing over the tip, catching the leaking precum there and smearing it down his length as a slick lubricant to help with the movements.
Nothing sounded better than Jongdae's voice screaming as he canted his hips forward, his length thrusting deep against slick walls. Minseok leaned his head back, fingers digging hard into a thin waist as he drove his hips down hard into the boy below him. A sweaty sheen covered their bodies and soon the bed was creaking, puffs of breaths being the backing vocals to the sound of skin slapping against skin. Jongdae came with a cry, the quick flicks of the older's wrist and the insistent pounding of his hole had fast-tracked his climax. The constricting muscles around his length had pulled Minseok to his impending orgasm, the final thrust into the wet heat pushing him over the pinnacle. The room was silent after, the only sounds heard were their heavy breaths and loud heartbeats in their ears. Jongdae was spread underneath him, drained and sated, his eyes fluttering in limbo between sleep and the real world. They exchanged small, satisfied smiles as Minseok rolled to the side, sitting up on the edge of the bed and finding his footing on wobbly legs before going to the bathroom to grab a towel. The wet cloth was warm in his hand as he dragged it over as much of the younger's body as he could to clean up the sweat and cum that had accumulated on his body. Whining at the ache in his limbs, Jongdae whimpered when he tried to scoot over on the bed so that Minseok could slip in after cleaning up after himself.
Minseok chuckled at the memory, a company in Korea offered the boy a permanent position in a musical and he immediately accepted, following his rich model boyfriend, Joonmyeon something or other. As for Minseok? He got an offer to play as a semi-permanent pianist for the Cirque du Soleil, leaving for America the same night Baekhyun flew to Seoul with his boyfriend, with no memories of their fling.
The most memorable angel was a little thing named Kyungsoo. They met in a VIP lounge in New York where Kyungsoo was sent as a last-minute substitute for Minseok's usual singer. He was dressed up in a beautiful black suit, pressed to perfection, while his red hair was styled into waves that laid across his head, soft locks falling sensually into his eyes as he strode up to the piano where Minseok was sitting. His eyes were like dark pools of melted chocolate, drawing Minseok in like a moth to a flame, almost missing his cue to start playing. But then Kyungsoo opened his mouth and time stopped, the world faded and all the older could hear was the velveteen caress of the younger's voice in his ear, his crooning waking up something inside Minseok's chest, a warm feeling blooming from his chest.
They performed into the late night before the last of the guests had retired, the two accepting their payslips and were dismissed. The streets were bright with the flickering lights from shop windows and vendors when Minseok stepped out of the revolving glass doors of the tall skyscraper-sized penthouse building, the light wind chilling as it swirled leaves around his ankles. Tugging his coat tight around himself, he made his way towards his hotel, a cheap but pretty luxurious place just around the corner from where he was playing the next few nights. Nothing surprised him more than when a figure fell into step beside him, making him jump, afraid that he was about to get mugged in the middle of a busy street but to his relief it was only Kyungsoo. The red-haired boy had offered him a quick smile before they fell into a comfortable silence, step after step, soft breaths puffing between parted lips as they sped towards the warmth of the inviting hotel.
It wasn't until they were leaning back against the mirror and handrails in the elevator that Minseok found out that Kyungsoo was actually part of his management but under different branches, which explains why Minseok had never encountered the wide-eyed angel with a voice like melted chocolate. The older could see that Kyungsoo was holding back as much as he was and the idle chit-chat was just a ruse, a cover to hide the lustful stares from inquisitive eyes. Their professionalism was thrown out the door when Kyungsoo invited Minseok into his room for a drink, they opened all the wines in the mini-fridge and drowned themselves in the happiness. They sang loudly, and eventually out of tune as glasses clinked and coordination left them. Kyungsoo tried to move over to the bed, stumbling slightly from drunkenness, his foot catching on the table leg and falling into Minseok’s lap. The older gasped at the contact before realizing there was a pressure against his lower body, something warm on his pants and he was sure he hadn’t accidentally peed himself in surprise. It was actually Kyungsoo who had fallen, face-first into the older’s crotch where his arms let him hang, suspended between Minseok’s legs and his face dangerously close to the slight bulge. Groaning slightly, the pianist had tried to move him and instead Kyungsoo had pressed his face into the semi-hard erection, humming and allowing soft puffs of hot air to heat up the fabric. Minseok moaned at the contact, sliding his fingers into the soft red locks of hair before starting to grind his hips up against the boy’s face. Soon there was the sound of a zipper followed by hungry slurping, the redhead licking and sucking at Minseok’s length like it was the best thing in the world (which it probably was at that time).
The blowjob lead to clothes being almost ripped apart, Minseok having pulled the other off before he could release his load. The pianist had manhandled Kyungsoo over to the bed, their clothes being impatiently pulled off in the meantime. When he hit the bed, Kyungsoo was naked, milky white skin contrasting to the deep rich maroon sheets underneath him. Minseok took his time teasing the boy, fleeting touches along his body, gentle kisses on his skin, warm breath ghosting his nipples as he watched the younger fall apart under him. Full, red lips parted for breath, gasping loudly when a tongue found its way between his spread butt cheeks. He was worked open slowly, the wriggling appendage spreading his walls open before two fingers slipped in easily from the slickness. Scissoring motions started his moans, Kyungsoo covering his mouth with the back of his hand to hide the sounds. When he was deemed ready, Kyungsoo was pushed face-down into a plush pillow, Minseok positioned behind him as he pressed the tip of his leaking erection on the boy’s clenching hole. He pushed inside with little resistance, the drag of his cock against Kyungsoo’s walls sparked a reaction, a loud wail from the boy and he buried his face in the pillow in shame.
Liking the reaction, Minseok continued thrusting, speeding up when the other whined for more, begging between soft gasps for him to go deeper, harder, harder! Soon the headboard banged against the wall, echoing around the room as Minseok brutally thrusted into the pliant body beneath him, Kyungsoo almost screaming with pleasure. They came together, the singer reaching one of his high notes as he creamed the sheets under him, Minseok soon following, emptying his load as Kyungsoo’s walls clenched down on his length, milking him for all he was worth. He collapsed to the side, the pianist taking time to breathe before pulling the sheets off, using it to clean the both of them before throwing it on the floor and climbing under the blankets. Kyungsoo soon followed under the soft blanket, snuggling against his side like a satisfied kitten. Minseok had the best night’s sleep and when he woke up, Kyungsoo was still beside him, looking up with his wide and curious eyes.
Small arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind, breaking his reverie and pulling his thoughts away from his trip down memory lane. Minseok stopped playing the piano, bringing his hands up to link his fingers with the other’s and he smiled, tilting his head up to receive a loving kiss to his lips.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing much. Just the old days and how we met.”
Kyungsoo let out a small giggle, lips pulled into his adorable heart-shaped smile as he snuggled the older from the back. After that night, they had performed together more and eventually their managers had allowed them to become one act, travelling around the world. A few years after, they had requested for a short leave, settling down in a nice apartment back in Seoul. They had decorated it with trinkets from around the world and had Minseok’s favourite piano brought in the day after they bought the place.
“Do you remember the night that we first met?”
“You mean the one where we got drunk and we had sex?”
A knowing smirk appeared on Minseok’s lips, his arms pulling the younger into his lap. Hands made quick work of Kyungsoo’s pants and soon the younger was pressed up against the piano, his back pressing down on the keys and producing a loud, haunting sound. Cute, owl-like eyes peered up at him, the older folding Kyungsoo’s body almost in half, baring his round bottom and eagerly clenching hole. Minseok tugged his pants down, pulling out his length and stroking himself till hard before pushing into Kyungsoo’s tight heat in one quick thrust. The pianist started off fast and hard, looking for Kyungsoo’s spot as he knew that the younger was in pain from being pressed against the piano, keys and edge digging into his back with each thrust. They hit random keys, producing an off tune, screeching sound as the younger used his hands for leverage, raising his hips and dropping down in time with Minseok’s thrusts. It didn’t take long for Kyungsoo to throw his head back and scream, the older knowing that he had hit the spot. Smirking, he gripped the singer’s hips tight and rammed into him, wanting for them both to reach completion at the same time. Reaching up, he wrapped his hand around Kyungsoo’s length and stroked once, twice, three times and the younger arched high, screaming Minseok’s name and coming all over the older’s hand. The clenching of Kyungsoo’s walls became too much, Minseok releasing his load into Kyungsoo’s limp body, slumping to rest his forehead on the redhead’s shoulder, trying to regain his breath. Kyungsoo spoke up first, whispering between soft pants.
“I love you, hyung.”
“I love you too, Soo.”
Minseok knew that Kyungsoo was his everything, the sun to his moon, the yin to his yang. They had grown to care for each other, love each other and understand each other through the years. The pianist is just a player without his singer, a singer is just a person with a microphone without his music accompaniment. Like the keys of a piano, Minseok is like the white keys, unable to form something heavenly without the black keys that is his Kyungsoo.
Author’s note: I am so sorry for the fic, I honestly think it's not that good. I do hope that you like it though, I tried my best! It was actually quite motivational and thank you for the fun I had writing this during winter break!
Title: Black and White
Recipient: anita_dee
Pairing(s): Xiumin/Chen, Xiumin/D.O
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut
Word count: 2,430 words
Summary: Minseok loves the piano. He loves the few who can sing as well as he can play even more.
Black and white. Fingers dancing over black and white keys. Minseok doesn't even remember when he had first started playing the piano. As far as he was concerned, he had known how to play it all his life. His mother was a singer and his father was a composer so it wasn't a surprise that their son was also musically inclined. Photos and trophies lined their house, all of Minseok's achievements ever since he had first waddled up to his father's piano and tapped the keys.
It's been 24 years of continuous playing. He finished high school with top grades, graduated university with a degree in music. Now he travelled the world, playing the piano wherever they hired him. Sometimes he was in a hotel lobby in Paris, a popular cafe in New York or a stage accompaniment in Japan. He had met plenty of wonderful people, singers whose voices were smooth and rich and sounded like angels. He loved those few, as much as he loved playing the piano that backed their luscious voices.
It was when he first started making a name for himself that he met the first angel, a boy named Jongdaewhose neck veins became prominent with every long, high note he held. Minseok had admired the boy from behind the sheet music as he played song after song for the other to sing, the stage lights beaming down on the two of them until there was only them two left on the stage. There was no audience, there was no applause, there was no cheering. It was just them; when Jongdae had turned to look over at him with those kohl-lined eyes, Minseok knew he had to have him, to see what notes he could hit with the pianist hovering over him.
"Jongdae you have such a wonderful voice. We should go celebrate a successful opening night."
The boy, now shy from the compliment, nodded and smiled at the pianist with an adorable puppy look. Minseok had treated him to a nice dinner at a japanese restaurant down the street from their hotel, the boy eagerly scoffing down the food and sake like a hungry beaver. The older just watched in amusement as Jongdae looked up from his empty plate with a wide-eyed look, as though he didn't know that he had already finished all the food. Laughing loudly and ruffling the boy's hair, he had pushed his plate over as well, eyes raking over the other's throat as he swallowed the food, his Adam's apple bobbing deliciously and catching the light. The night wasted away and soon Minseok was helping a stumbling Jongdae back to his hotel room.
"Hyung. Thank you for the night out-" He hiccupped. "- I really like you."
Leaning forward, Minseok captured the boy's lips with his own, effectively cutting off his drunken speech. Jongdae's hands flew up to grab his collar, pulling him deeper into the kiss as they stumbled into the hotel room. The door clicked shut behind them, the sound barely registering in their lust-ridden minds. Stage clothes were strewn haphazardly over the room, belts being unbuckled, pants being caught around ankles. It wasn't long before Minseok had the younger on the bed, legs spread obscenely as he arches back. The hand stroking expertly at his cock thumbing over the tip, catching the leaking precum there and smearing it down his length as a slick lubricant to help with the movements.
Nothing sounded better than Jongdae's voice screaming as he canted his hips forward, his length thrusting deep against slick walls. Minseok leaned his head back, fingers digging hard into a thin waist as he drove his hips down hard into the boy below him. A sweaty sheen covered their bodies and soon the bed was creaking, puffs of breaths being the backing vocals to the sound of skin slapping against skin. Jongdae came with a cry, the quick flicks of the older's wrist and the insistent pounding of his hole had fast-tracked his climax. The constricting muscles around his length had pulled Minseok to his impending orgasm, the final thrust into the wet heat pushing him over the pinnacle. The room was silent after, the only sounds heard were their heavy breaths and loud heartbeats in their ears. Jongdae was spread underneath him, drained and sated, his eyes fluttering in limbo between sleep and the real world. They exchanged small, satisfied smiles as Minseok rolled to the side, sitting up on the edge of the bed and finding his footing on wobbly legs before going to the bathroom to grab a towel. The wet cloth was warm in his hand as he dragged it over as much of the younger's body as he could to clean up the sweat and cum that had accumulated on his body. Whining at the ache in his limbs, Jongdae whimpered when he tried to scoot over on the bed so that Minseok could slip in after cleaning up after himself.
Minseok chuckled at the memory, a company in Korea offered the boy a permanent position in a musical and he immediately accepted, following his rich model boyfriend, Joonmyeon something or other. As for Minseok? He got an offer to play as a semi-permanent pianist for the Cirque du Soleil, leaving for America the same night Baekhyun flew to Seoul with his boyfriend, with no memories of their fling.
The most memorable angel was a little thing named Kyungsoo. They met in a VIP lounge in New York where Kyungsoo was sent as a last-minute substitute for Minseok's usual singer. He was dressed up in a beautiful black suit, pressed to perfection, while his red hair was styled into waves that laid across his head, soft locks falling sensually into his eyes as he strode up to the piano where Minseok was sitting. His eyes were like dark pools of melted chocolate, drawing Minseok in like a moth to a flame, almost missing his cue to start playing. But then Kyungsoo opened his mouth and time stopped, the world faded and all the older could hear was the velveteen caress of the younger's voice in his ear, his crooning waking up something inside Minseok's chest, a warm feeling blooming from his chest.
They performed into the late night before the last of the guests had retired, the two accepting their payslips and were dismissed. The streets were bright with the flickering lights from shop windows and vendors when Minseok stepped out of the revolving glass doors of the tall skyscraper-sized penthouse building, the light wind chilling as it swirled leaves around his ankles. Tugging his coat tight around himself, he made his way towards his hotel, a cheap but pretty luxurious place just around the corner from where he was playing the next few nights. Nothing surprised him more than when a figure fell into step beside him, making him jump, afraid that he was about to get mugged in the middle of a busy street but to his relief it was only Kyungsoo. The red-haired boy had offered him a quick smile before they fell into a comfortable silence, step after step, soft breaths puffing between parted lips as they sped towards the warmth of the inviting hotel.
It wasn't until they were leaning back against the mirror and handrails in the elevator that Minseok found out that Kyungsoo was actually part of his management but under different branches, which explains why Minseok had never encountered the wide-eyed angel with a voice like melted chocolate. The older could see that Kyungsoo was holding back as much as he was and the idle chit-chat was just a ruse, a cover to hide the lustful stares from inquisitive eyes. Their professionalism was thrown out the door when Kyungsoo invited Minseok into his room for a drink, they opened all the wines in the mini-fridge and drowned themselves in the happiness. They sang loudly, and eventually out of tune as glasses clinked and coordination left them. Kyungsoo tried to move over to the bed, stumbling slightly from drunkenness, his foot catching on the table leg and falling into Minseok’s lap. The older gasped at the contact before realizing there was a pressure against his lower body, something warm on his pants and he was sure he hadn’t accidentally peed himself in surprise. It was actually Kyungsoo who had fallen, face-first into the older’s crotch where his arms let him hang, suspended between Minseok’s legs and his face dangerously close to the slight bulge. Groaning slightly, the pianist had tried to move him and instead Kyungsoo had pressed his face into the semi-hard erection, humming and allowing soft puffs of hot air to heat up the fabric. Minseok moaned at the contact, sliding his fingers into the soft red locks of hair before starting to grind his hips up against the boy’s face. Soon there was the sound of a zipper followed by hungry slurping, the redhead licking and sucking at Minseok’s length like it was the best thing in the world (which it probably was at that time).
The blowjob lead to clothes being almost ripped apart, Minseok having pulled the other off before he could release his load. The pianist had manhandled Kyungsoo over to the bed, their clothes being impatiently pulled off in the meantime. When he hit the bed, Kyungsoo was naked, milky white skin contrasting to the deep rich maroon sheets underneath him. Minseok took his time teasing the boy, fleeting touches along his body, gentle kisses on his skin, warm breath ghosting his nipples as he watched the younger fall apart under him. Full, red lips parted for breath, gasping loudly when a tongue found its way between his spread butt cheeks. He was worked open slowly, the wriggling appendage spreading his walls open before two fingers slipped in easily from the slickness. Scissoring motions started his moans, Kyungsoo covering his mouth with the back of his hand to hide the sounds. When he was deemed ready, Kyungsoo was pushed face-down into a plush pillow, Minseok positioned behind him as he pressed the tip of his leaking erection on the boy’s clenching hole. He pushed inside with little resistance, the drag of his cock against Kyungsoo’s walls sparked a reaction, a loud wail from the boy and he buried his face in the pillow in shame.
Liking the reaction, Minseok continued thrusting, speeding up when the other whined for more, begging between soft gasps for him to go deeper, harder, harder! Soon the headboard banged against the wall, echoing around the room as Minseok brutally thrusted into the pliant body beneath him, Kyungsoo almost screaming with pleasure. They came together, the singer reaching one of his high notes as he creamed the sheets under him, Minseok soon following, emptying his load as Kyungsoo’s walls clenched down on his length, milking him for all he was worth. He collapsed to the side, the pianist taking time to breathe before pulling the sheets off, using it to clean the both of them before throwing it on the floor and climbing under the blankets. Kyungsoo soon followed under the soft blanket, snuggling against his side like a satisfied kitten. Minseok had the best night’s sleep and when he woke up, Kyungsoo was still beside him, looking up with his wide and curious eyes.
Small arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind, breaking his reverie and pulling his thoughts away from his trip down memory lane. Minseok stopped playing the piano, bringing his hands up to link his fingers with the other’s and he smiled, tilting his head up to receive a loving kiss to his lips.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing much. Just the old days and how we met.”
Kyungsoo let out a small giggle, lips pulled into his adorable heart-shaped smile as he snuggled the older from the back. After that night, they had performed together more and eventually their managers had allowed them to become one act, travelling around the world. A few years after, they had requested for a short leave, settling down in a nice apartment back in Seoul. They had decorated it with trinkets from around the world and had Minseok’s favourite piano brought in the day after they bought the place.
“Do you remember the night that we first met?”
“You mean the one where we got drunk and we had sex?”
A knowing smirk appeared on Minseok’s lips, his arms pulling the younger into his lap. Hands made quick work of Kyungsoo’s pants and soon the younger was pressed up against the piano, his back pressing down on the keys and producing a loud, haunting sound. Cute, owl-like eyes peered up at him, the older folding Kyungsoo’s body almost in half, baring his round bottom and eagerly clenching hole. Minseok tugged his pants down, pulling out his length and stroking himself till hard before pushing into Kyungsoo’s tight heat in one quick thrust. The pianist started off fast and hard, looking for Kyungsoo’s spot as he knew that the younger was in pain from being pressed against the piano, keys and edge digging into his back with each thrust. They hit random keys, producing an off tune, screeching sound as the younger used his hands for leverage, raising his hips and dropping down in time with Minseok’s thrusts. It didn’t take long for Kyungsoo to throw his head back and scream, the older knowing that he had hit the spot. Smirking, he gripped the singer’s hips tight and rammed into him, wanting for them both to reach completion at the same time. Reaching up, he wrapped his hand around Kyungsoo’s length and stroked once, twice, three times and the younger arched high, screaming Minseok’s name and coming all over the older’s hand. The clenching of Kyungsoo’s walls became too much, Minseok releasing his load into Kyungsoo’s limp body, slumping to rest his forehead on the redhead’s shoulder, trying to regain his breath. Kyungsoo spoke up first, whispering between soft pants.
“I love you, hyung.”
“I love you too, Soo.”
Minseok knew that Kyungsoo was his everything, the sun to his moon, the yin to his yang. They had grown to care for each other, love each other and understand each other through the years. The pianist is just a player without his singer, a singer is just a person with a microphone without his music accompaniment. Like the keys of a piano, Minseok is like the white keys, unable to form something heavenly without the black keys that is his Kyungsoo.
Author’s note: I am so sorry for the fic, I honestly think it's not that good. I do hope that you like it though, I tried my best! It was actually quite motivational and thank you for the fun I had writing this during winter break!