Fingerprints on Porcelain.3

[pandragonriyong]

OH MY GOD LAST PART FUCKING FINALLY ;A;

It’s two in the afternoon, six hours after Jaejoong had chased Yunho with his hands before grabbing a broom and began to whack Yunho with it because his arms couldn’t reach him. Yunho had taken comfort in wrapping himself with a scarf and a ragged jacket and hugging a heavily clothed Yoochun and is now using him as a body pillow while he forces the composer to watch My Sassy Girl.

“Seriously, hyung, this is the thirty-seventh time you watched this,” Yoochun groans, burying his face into Yunho’s shoulder. “You even know when the suspense is coming and the exact timing of them. Aren’t you bored of it? And why are you hogging me? I have to take care of Junsu.”

As reply, Yunho wraps his arms and legs around Yoochun and holds him tight. “No!” he whines. “Jaejoong was mean to me in the morning and as leader and the ultimate authority in this band, he’s having his boyfriend privileges revoked!”

“Maybe you should spend more time with Changmin if it means having you becoming smarter and using big words more,” Yoochun muses before Yunho smacks his arm. “Why did you have to kidnap me now?” he whines, faking his sobs. “Why not on our next free day off?”

Yunho sighs and rests his head against Yoochun’s hair. “Because Changmin’s not here.”

Yoochun stays still and sighs back, freeing himself from Yunho the tentacle monster and hugging him instead. “Oh, hyung. You could’ve just said you were lonely.”

“I didn’t want to,” Yunho admits as he breathes in Yoochun’s scent. “It makes me feel less manly.”

“If I recall from your morning sex sounds, Changmin was the manly one.”

Yunho’s face burns and he buries his head into Yoochun’s hair. “Shaddup,” he mumbles into his scarf. “He … he just jerked me off.”

Yoochun laughs and Yunho relaxes in his hold. This is one of the reasons why he confides his insecurities in Yoochun. Though he and Jaejoong had suffered a similar dark past, Yoochun is more of the soft and emotional side, something which Jaejoong’s not very familiar with. Yunho has an emotional side himself, so it’s easier to spill his feelings in front of Yoochun. He pulls away and looks into Yoochun’s eyes. “I love you.”

Yoochun laughs once and hugs Yunho again. “You shouldn’t be telling that to me.”

“But … I do.”

“I’m just your TV-watching replacement, hyung,” Yoochun strokes Yunho’s hair. “Sad, but true. And also, since Jaejoong’s stuck taking care of Junsu because he’s not the one being hugged by you,” Yunho grins brightly at this, “I’ll take over Jaejoong hyung’s place. He told me that he was supposed to figure out how to make Changmin touch you more.” Yunho blushes and Yoochun smacks his arm. “Oh, grow up, you immature wuss. I was thinking of trust games.”

Yunho furrows his brows in confusion. “But … we’re already so close. Why would we need to undergo trust games?”

A sneaky smirk, one that reminds Yunho of the one Jaejoong likes to wear whenever he’s thinking something ‘productive and helpful’ (when in actuality it’s destructive and humiliating), makes its way onto Yoochun’s face. “Oh, you’ll see.” Yoochun’s about to fill Yunho in with the details when the front door opens and a flurry of cold wind whooshes into the dorm, causing both rappers to shudder and hug each other.

Changmin slams the door shut and breathes out. “Phew. Damn winter wind. Sorry about that, hyungs.” He takes off his scarf and hat, brushing the snow from his hair to the floor. “Didn’t think that the wind would get so strong.”

Jaejoong comes out of Junsu’s room just then, balancing an empty bowl on a tray in his hands. He stops short at the sight of a shivering Changmin standing in front of the door, his gaze drifting downwards to the snow that is now melting on the floor. “Shim Changmin!” he screeches like an uptight housewife, bolting to the kitchen and setting the tray down before coming back out. “You let snow melt on my wooden floor?! You’re going to pay for damages! What if the snow softened the wood and made the floor weaker?! What if termites come?! You son of a bitch, you -”

“So how’s Junsu hyung?” Changmin interrupts, rolling his eyes and folding his scarf.

“He’s all fine now. The fever’s lessened slightly and he’s sleeping so I dare any of you to wake him up.” Jaejoong focuses his glare on Yunho. “But enough of that, Changmin, you better take the nearest mop and clean this up right now or I’ll -”

“Jaejoongie hyung!” Yunho calls out in his cutest voice, the one that he knows will have Jaejoong melt. What? Yoochun and Changmin aren’t the only ones who knows that one of Jaejoong’s weak points is his bandmates’ cuteness. Hah. “Yoochun suggested something! Trust games!”

Jaejoong takes a step back. It’s not like Yunho to ignore spills on their hardboard wooden, expensive floor which takes a lot of extra careful attention to take care of as it’s the floor belonging to five grown men, three of which who are immature and one who is constantly brooding in his emo ways. Did he mention it’s wooden? “Trust games? Yun-”

“I noticed how the band’s friendship has been failing recently,” Yoochun smiles. “That’s why I think we should play some trust games to re-strengthen our bond.”

“Failing?” Jaejoong splutters. “No, it’s not -”

“We should use blindfolds and stuff,” Changmin jumps in, shrugging of his padded jacket and adding more snow to the floor. “That way, we can rest our trust in the other person entirely.”

Jaejoong wants to scream. “But -”

“What about Junsu though?” Yunho turns to Yoochun. “I don’t think he can play.”

“Damn right, he can’t -”

Yoochun waves his hand dismissively. “Let the boy rest. He needs it. Okay, we’ll need a blindfold.”

“What -”

“We don’t have a blindfold though,” Yunho says before untangling himself from Yoochun. “Maybe we should use a scarf.”

“Okay, a scarf then,” Yoochun agrees.

“I volunteer as tribute!” Yunho says as he moves to remove his scarf.

“Yeah, no,” Yoochun eyes the scarf with distaste. “You’ve been sobbing into that scarf for the past three episodes and I think I speak for everyone when I say that we don’t want any dried snot or tears on our faces.”

Changmin rolls his eyes as Yunho pouts. The leader goes to the kitchen and comes back scarf-free, apparently having thrown it into the laundry basket. “Okay, just don’t use mine,” Changmin wrinkles his nose as he shoots his own scarf a look. “Snow isn’t exactly clean water.”

“You dirtied my floor with dirty snow?!” Jaejoong shrieks.

“Relax, mom,” Changmin rolls his eyes. “Your anger had already melted off the snow and evaporated the water.”

“YOU SON OF A BITCH -”

“Jaejae, ignore him,” Yoochun rolls his eyes. “We should play the trust games now.”

Jaejoong sighs and eyes the wet patches a look of longing before shaking his head. “Ugh, fine. Where are we gonna take it?”

Yunho looks around. “Here? I mean, we have a high chance of disturbing Junsu if we go into the rooms. And the kitchen’s too small. So I vote here. We’ll just move the stuff away and put them back afterwards.”

“Sounds like a plan, leader,” Changmin says, bounding to his room as quietly as he could.

Jaejoong and Yoochun both carry the glass coffee table to a corner near the kitchen, Yunho placing the various memorabilia and living room décor against the living room walls. Changmin reappears with what seems to be a strip of black cloth, one that’s entirely black and looks to be made from silk.

Yunho cocks his head to the side, recognizing it as a silk ribbon. “Is that mine?”

Changmin shrugs. “I’unno. It was the first thing I saw upon entering your room.”

Yunho smiles at Changmin’s sarcasm. If Changmin were to respond to Jaejoong with the same answer, Jaejoong would’ve mauled him in his sleep. Yunho finds Changmin’s way of answering very unique and very cute. “Well, I don’t want any dirt on that thing. I’m gonna use that to tie someone’s gift up.”

“Aye, captain,” Changmin salutes, pulling another involuntarily smile from Yunho’s lips.

“So,” Jaejoong claps his hands as they all gather in a circle. “What and who first?”

“I’m feeling very daring today,” Changmin says thoughtfully. “I say we do something that’s too rated for sleepovers but not too rated that would scar us mentally. And I don’t want any stupid ‘blind mice’ game.”

Yunho pouts. “But I like that game.”

“Yeah, not for today, hyung,” Yoochun says with a small smile.

“Okay, I’ll go first,” Jaejoong chimes in, Changmin tying the ribbon around his eyes. “What do I do?”

“You’re gonna stand in the middle and we’re gonna circle around you,” Changmin says. “Then you say stop and we’ll all call out your name all together and you have to figure out who’s Yoochun. There, you kiss who you think is Yoochun on the lips. No touching.”

“Well, that hardly seems fair,” Yoochun frowns. “I don’t want him to be kissing anyone else.”

“Well, I don’t want him to kiss me at all,” Changmin glares.

“Shush, you two!” Yunho snaps, though the smile on his face is giving away his true feelings. Not that he want to kiss Jaejoong, God no - he’s just imagining Changmin and him in the places of Jaejoong and Yoochun.

“Okay, go,” Jaejoong says and the three younger members walk around him. After what seems like only a couple of seconds, Jaejoong calls out for them to stop.

Yunho holds up three fingers and silently brings each finger down. “Jaejoongie hyung~!”

“Jaejae,” Yoochun says sweetly.

“Yah, stupid.”

Yoochun smacks Changmin’s arm.

Jaejoong would’ve rolled his eyes at Changmin if they weren’t covered. He’s definitely not going to the voice directly in front of him. He turns to his right and takes tentative steps, leaning forward and pressing his lips against two full, plump ones. He hears a giggle and feels arms wrap around his neck and Jaejoong deepens the kiss.

“Well, that’s hardly fair,” Changmin comments with a raised brow.

“What are you talking about - this is so cute!” Yunho squeals as he watches two of his best friends kiss.

Jaejoong breaks the kiss and Yoochun takes off the blindfold. “As if I don’t know where my boyfriend is.”

Changmin throws his hands into the air. “This was pointless.”

“We should take this to the room next,” Jaejoong says, stepping away from Yoochun. “Just like a couple more rounds and then we’re done because I think the living room’s in need of some dusting.”

“At least your sharp eyesight’s good for one thing,” Changmin says as he, along with his younger hyungs, gets pushed towards a room. “You can see microscopic dust bunnies. I shall capture one and breed one and call it SDM.”

“‘SDM’?” Yoochun echoes as he shoots Yunho a confused look, the latter shrugging back at him in return.

“Soul-dust-mates.”

Jaejoong rolls his eyes and closes the door behind him when they all reached the bedroom. “You seriously need a new hobby, Min. Not everything in this Earth has been created for you to experiment on. Well … not yet.” He smirks sneakily at Yunho who blushes and turns away.

Changmin waves his hand dismissively. “You’re just jealous. So … why are we in Yunho hyung’s room?”

“Because he’s leader,”  Yoochun says as he collects the pile of clothing scattered all over the room and dumping them unceremoniously onto the bed. “And as leader, this selfish jerk claimed the biggest bedroom and as such, he has no roommates. No roommates, no worrying of cleaning it up.”

“It’s Yunho’s turn,” Jaejoong says cheerfully, covering Yunho’s eyes as Yoochun traps him.

Yunho begins to splutter. “J-Jae- I don’t like this, Jaejoong!” The silk’s very soft against his skin, but as it’s black, it had completely blocked out all traces of light. “A-and why me?”

“We’re going by age, brat,” Jaejoong says and Yunho feels Yoochun letting go of him before being spun around suddenly.

“Wha-”

“Rules are different this time. We’ll walk around you and you just go to whoever you want to kiss, all right?” he hears Jaejoong say through the blood rushing against his ears.

Jaejoong’s rough hold releases him and Yunho finds himself slightly sick. He tries to steady himself but his traitorous mind is forcing him to lose all sense of balance, causing Yunho to stumble and fall -

“I gotcha,” someone says into his ear as an inexplicable warmth touches his back.

- straight into the arms of Changmin. Dear God, the Soulmates are a force to be reckoned with. Yunho swallows and now all he can hear is his heart pounding in his ears and he thinks he hears a door open and close, but now he’s not so sure, not when Changmin’s suddenly holding him close, his chin on his shoulder. Yunho tenses. “Ch-Changmin?”

“… Why do I want to do these things to you?” Changmin murmurs, breath tingling Yunho’s ear. “I want to tie you up and hold you down and not let you go. I want to do many, many dirty things to you, hyung.”

Yunho blushes hard against Changmin’s jaw. He wants to take off his blindfold, or at least hug Changmin back, but Changmin’s touch is so strong, so intimate, that Yunho fears that if he moves just the slightest bit, their moment of intimacy would be broken. “Changmin …”

“Let me touch you, hyung,” Changmin says and Yunho’s breath hitches from his sudden sentence. “For the past few days, I’ve been developing this urge to pin you down and have my way with you. I want to tie you down and rough you up until you can’t do anything but think of me.”

Yunho swallows and his heart starts beating faster. “W-well … why aren’t you doing it now?”

Changmin lightly digs his nails into Yunho’s shoulder. “Hyung. Don’t hate me with whatever I’m going to do, but …” his voice trails off before he’s pressing his lips against Yunho’s. Yunho squeaks in his throat but doesn’t move - at all - and Changmin takes that as permission to wrap his fingers around Yunho’s wrists and suck on his bottom lip.

It doesn’t take long for Yunho to respond back to his kisses with, surprisingly, fervor, the leader pushing Changmin’s hands away and wrapping them around his neck to deepen the kiss. “Wait, wait, wait,” he gasps, pulling away. He still can’t see a damn thing because of the blindfold but that doesn’t really matter right now. “What about Jaejoong and Yoochun? Aren’t they still here?”

“They left,” is Changmin’s husky reply - oh God, that voice. “Right after I caught you after Jaejoong hyung mercilessly spun you, he and Yoochun hyung left. Didn’t you hear the door?”

Yunho swallows. “When all I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears?”

“I know what you want, hyung,” Changmin growls, “and I’m not afraid to give it to you. Just … let me.” He doesn’t let Yunho speak at all. Instead, he presses his lips against Yunho’s soft, plump ones. Yunho lets out a squeak and that drives Changmin to press harder into the kiss. He takes a step forward and another, until he’s walking forward and pushing Yunho backwards.

The back of Yunho’s knees hits the bed and Yunho feels himself falling backwards, a surprised yelp escaping his lips. He lays on the bed unmoving, the shock of hitting his back against his bed still not getting over him.

Changmin rolls his eyes and crawls on the bed, towering over Yunho and admiring the way his leader’s chest is rising and dipping quite rapidly, probably from the excitement. Something snaps in Changmin and he quickly gets off the bed, scavenging the room for anything that can tie Yunho down. All he found are ribbons - quite a lot, actually - and some scarves. The ribbons are quite long and Changmin deems them more than enough. He goes back to Yunho and gently ties each wrist to either end of the bedpost.

“You don’t mind this, right?” his voice is soft, soothing, despite tightening the knots he made with the ribbons. “You don’t mind being tied down by me, right?”

A soft and somewhat breathless chuckle leaves Yunho’s lips. “A little too late to ask when you’re already tying me down.”

Changmin doesn’t respond. He makes quick work of Yunho’s legs and is about to dive back to suck those succulent lips when Yunho speaks again. “Uh … if you’re doing what I think you’re doing … what about my clothes?”

Changmin freezes before he gets off the bed again, opening Yunho’s supply drawer and rummaging through it. With the blindfold still in place, Yunho still can’t see, but with the amount of noise Changmin’s making, he’s getting slightly scared. “Ch-Changmin? What are you doing?”

Again, the youngest doesn’t answer. Changmin pulls out a pair of sharp-looking scissors and smirks at Yunho. Those clothes have to go somehow and he doesn’t feel like undoing the knots just to undress him. “Oh, you’ll see. Figuratively speaking.” He stands next to Yunho and grabs a sleeve of the ratty jacket, frowning at the flimsy material. How the hell did Yunho manage to stay warm in this pathetic thing?

Whatever, Changmin rolls his eyes as he cuts vertically, Yunho yelping as he finally catches on what’s happening. “Sh-Shim Changmin! You better not be doing what I think you’re doing!”

“Too late,” Changmin sing-songs as he continues cutting up the sleeve quite happily.

“Fuck you, Changmin!” Yunho growls, ignoring Changmin’s muttered you wish. “This jacket was given to me by Jihye and -”

“- and it’s been five years since then and it’s old and pathetic now,” Changmin says monotonously as he moves away from the now tattered sleeve. He continues his mutilation on the jacket until it’s nothing but literally shreds before moving to Yunho’s sweatpants.

Yunho shrieks when he feels Changmin grabbing a pant leg and if he could pull his legs towards his body as some sort of protection, he would. “Shim Changmin! Don’t you dare!”

“Too late,” Changmin repeats, already snipping pretty patterns. “I could be a fashion designer specifically for you, hyung. I’d make you wear pants with holes for your crotch and ass.”

“Please don’t say ‘crotch’,” Yunho whimpers, remembering how many times the word popped into his head whenever he thought of Changmin. “And don’t you dare say ‘too late’ again,” he snaps.

Changmin just smiles. When finished with the destruction of both Yunho’s jacket and sweatpants (oh, clothing, how little I knew thee, Yunho sobs in his mind) wrapping Yunho’s body loosely like bandages, Changmin grabs two handfuls of Yunho’s undershirt and rips it open.

“CHANGMIN!” Yunho screams as cold air hits his entire body, Changmin pushing the flaps of ripped clothes away from his body. “Ohhh, you’re so going to get it, you little bitch!”

“You know, I liked the old you better,” Changmin comments as his eyes hungrily roam the exposed body. “The one who doesn’t spend so much time with me and thus wouldn’t curse so much. On second thought, nah, I prefer you now. Who knows? Hanging out with Jaejoong might make you gayer than you actually are.”

Yunho’s jaw drops and he would be glaring at Changmin if the blindfold wasn’t covering his eyes. “You -”

“Just be thankful I left your underwear alone, hyung,” Changmin says in a husky voice as he crawls towards Yunho and nips at his earlobe. “Calvin Klein has never looked sexier.”

Yunho flushes and all signs of being snarky disappears in a flash. He swallows. “You … you really think so?” he asks meekly, body slightly shivering from the cold air. Maybe they should’ve waited until spring to do this. But hey, as Jaejoong always said (or never), there’s no time like the present.

“Of course I do,” Changmin says as if it was obvious. Maybe it is. “Now shut up and let me enjoy this. But if you want to make some noise, then they better be grunts, moans and you screaming my name.”

Yunho blushes and Changmin leans down to tongue at a tempting-looking nipple. Almost instantly, Yunho arches from the bed, gasping out from the sudden wet sensation. “Ch-Changmin!”

“Not too bad, Jung,” Changmin murmurs as he gently bites on Yunho’s nipple, pulling it with his teeth and eliciting more whines from Yunho. “I’ll make you scream even louder.” Changmin’s hands roam over the smooth expanse of skin, trying to memorize it. As his hands trail lower, he brushes over the inevitable bulge in Yunho’s pants, pulling away in surprise. “You’re hard already?” A slow smirk spreads on Changmin’s face. “That was fast.”

Even with the blindfold covering his face, it doesn’t stop the red spilling onto Yunho’s cheeks. Yunho turns his head to the side, panting slightly. “Shut up.”

Changmin shrugs. “Okay then. I think I will.”

Yunho jerks in the binds when he feels Changmin palming his clothed cock. “W-what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Changmin questions as he traces circles around the bulge with his finger. “I’m shutting myself up.”

Yunho swallows and tries to steady his voice. “And playing with my … um … d-down there is the way to do it?”

Changmin purses his lips slightly at the usage of Yunho’s words. Apparently the guy can curse but he can’t say a body part of his own. He needs to open up more. “Well, yeah. The only way you want me - and people - to shut up during sex is by having a dick in their mouth.”

Yunho’s face turns redder. “W-wait, Changmin! I -”

“Too late,” Changmin smirks, slipping his hand into Yunho’s boxer briefs and pulling out the semi-hard cock. He strokes it gently, twisting his hand occasionally, until he brings it to full hardness. Changmin’s hard as well, and he’s just about to burst just from hearing Yunho’s whines and mewls from being teased. He stares at Yunho’s dick and wonders what he should do next. He may be the dominant party right now, but he’s still new to gay sex. Swallowing back the fear that threatens to bubble out, Changmin grasps the base and takes a tentative lick.

Yunho bucks into his mouth, a grunt escaping his lips. Changmin takes that as a good sign and licks him again, Yunho showing the same reaction. This goes on for a few more tries, until Changmin grows tired and opens his mouth, sliding the head of Yunho’s cock inside.

“Changmin!” Yunho gasps and tenses, as though not sure whether he wants to thrust into that warm heat or he should hold back because he’s still a singer. “W-wait! Stop! Don’t do this!”

“Seriously, Yunho,” Changmin sighs, pulling away from Yunho’s dick and watching Yunho’s chest heave. “I jerked you off not more than twenty-four hours ago and you’re acting like a prudent virgin right now? It’s just your dick in my mouth, what’s so bad about that?”

Yunho goes silent and turns his head away. Changmin looks at him for an explanation until it pops into his head. “Oh …” he nods with a smile. “Oh, I get it. You are a virgin, aren’t you?” Yunho’s face is impossibly red now, but Changmin can’t stop his teasing. “So that’s why you acted like you did this morning. Who would’ve thought.” He crawls forward and takes Yunho’s face in his hands, forcing Yunho’s head to face him. “My leader is so cute.” He kisses the tip of Yunho’s nose gently. “We’ll go slow, okay?”

Yunho nods. “Will …” he swallows, “will you untie me?”

Changmin thinks for a while then kisses Yunho. “No,” he mumbles against his lips. “I want your first time to be as pleasurable as possible, and not disastrous like mine.”

When Changmin pulls away, Yunho pouts slightly. “I’m not your first?”

Changmin brushes away the strands of hair covering the blindfold. “No. But you’re the first one I’m going to bed with willingly.”

The statement confuses Yunho greatly, but before he can even comment on it, Changmin takes that time to wrap his fingers around Yunho’s cock. Yunho moans instantly, his back arching and his hands struggling against the binds.

“You’re so pretty, hyung,” Changmin breathes out, studying Yunho’s flushed face. “All the people I went to bed with has nothing on you.” He continues to stroke Yunho with one hand, the other undoing his jeans to pull out his own cock.

Yunho hears the snap of a button being undone, followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper. “W-what are you doing, Changmin-ah?” he pants, bucking against Changmin’s ministrations.

“Just preparing myself,” Changmin answers simply, muttering curses under his breath when he grips tighter at his cock. Both his hands move slowly, squeezing occasionally and drawing out whimpers from Yunho and curses from Changmin. “I feel like I’m going to burst soon, hyung,” he grits out. “Can I -”

“Whatever you want, baby,” Yunho gasps as Changmin twists his hand to the right. “Whatever it does to make you feel good.”

Changmin’s heart swells in affection from the man’s never-dying habit to put others’ needs before his and thumps wildly at the sudden petname. “Okay,” he swallows. “Okay, I’m going to put it in, is that okay?”

Yunho nods without hesitation. “Just do it already, Changmin. I want to feel you.”

Part of Changmin is slightly hurt that Yunho’s only doing this because he wants to feel his touch, but lust pulses in his veins and it pushes away all forms of logical thought. “Okay,” he repeats, letting go of both cocks to untie Yunho’s feet.

Yunho’s too high on arousal to even complain when Changmin released his cock. It’s throbbing with need and Yunho never wanted to cum so badly. The moment both his feet are untied, he wraps his legs around Changmin’s chest and pulls him up, trying to kiss Changmin. However, because of the blindfold restricting his vision, he can’t quite tell where Changmin’s lips are so he pouts, hoping Changmin takes the hint.

Thankfully, Changmin does and swoops down, chuckling into the kiss, Yunho’s plump lips massaging his slightly cracked ones. He breaks the kiss and smiles warmly at Yunho, even though the older man can’t see it. “We’ll go slow,” he gently reminds Yunho, kissing the tip of his nose.

Yunho nods. “Okay.”

Changmin slides down Yunho’s body and reaches inside his jeans pocket for the small tube of lube he always keeps in there. Hey, you’ll never know when you need it. Hand trembling, he pops open the tube and squirts some of the slippery gel onto his fingers, spreading them evenly as he shrugs himself free of his pants. “I’m going to stretch you now,” he says as he positions two fingers in front of Yunho’s throbbing entrance, always asking for permission, always making sure never to step over boundaries he’s not supposed to cross.

Yunho nods once more, this time out of slight impatience. “Okay. Just … just hurry up,” he huffs.

Despite Yunho’s slightly whiny voice, Changmin ignores him, circling his entrance with the tip of his finger. He pushes both fingers in slowly, stretching simultaneously. Yunho’s hands clench tightly and he hisses, his muscles relaxing as his body allows Changmin to push even further.

“You … you’ve done this before?” Changmin questions.

Yunho nods once. “Y-yeah. Once only, though. I …” he swallows. “I had to stop.”

“Why?”

Yunho swallows again, this time the gulp audible. “It … it was wrong. I was too ashamed.”

“Really?” Changmin’s eyes are glinting. His fingers are pumping in Yunho, speeding up little by little. “Even if it felt good?”

Yunho gasps but nods. “O-of course.”

“So you’re saying that you’d rather stop pleasuring yourself than feel this -” here, Changmin thrusts his fingers in particularly hard at one spot, causing Yunho to howl and whine at the pleasure “- because you were ashamed of feeling good?”

“Th-that was no way for a leader to act,” Yunho weakly protests, a thin sheen of sweat breaking onto the surface of his skin.

“Okay, then,” Changmin complies. “But since I’m not leader and you’re not supposed to ‘act that way’, then why not I do it for you?” He doesn’t even wait for Yunho to process the question; he slips his fingers out, pours more lube onto them and slides them back in with an additional finger.

Yunho’s whines get even louder, hips bucking into the air and trying to fuck back onto those fingers. It’s hard to do those two at once when his legs are still wrapped around Changmin’s strong waist.

“Don’t be ridiculous, hyung,” Changmin scoffs, though with affection. “You’re a human being just like the rest of us. So what if you want to feel more pleasure? We were given the sense of touch to indulge in those pleasures every once in a while.”

Changmin pulls back his fingers and maneuvers Yunho’s legs to rest upon his shoulders. He may not be properly stretched but fuck that - Changmin’s hard and he needs to screw the hell out of Yunho or else he’ll go crazy. His vision’s getting blurry with lust, so he pours a more than generous amount of lube onto his hand, lathering his cock with the gel. He does a clumsy job as he cannot wait a second longer to get inside Yunho before gripping the bound man’s hips.

“Ready?” he breathes out, lust pulsing in his veins.

Yunho nods, biting his lower lip in anticipation.

Changmin aligns his cock with Yunho’s entrance and pushes in, the head and a few inches of the length just managing to pop in. Almost instantly, Yunho screams and Changmin quickly whispers hurried apologies, the tightness enveloping him making him close to exploding.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Yunho gasps out, probably referring to the screaming. “You - you just surprised me. I’ll be quiet now. Just continue.”

“Are you sure?” Changmin says through gritted teeth. “I can wait a bit longer -”

“Damn it, Changmin!” Yunho snaps. “Just shut up and fuck me!”

A small part of Changmin snaps, as he’s never one to tolerate impatience (that hypocrite), and does what Yunho wants, pushing all the way in and continuing in an animalistic pace as slight revenge.

Yunho chokes on the sudden intensity on the pleasure and he moans loudly. “F-fuck, Changmin, s-slow down!”

“You know how much I hate it when you rush me,” Changmin snarls, his pressure on Yunho’s hipbones increasing as he continues to fuck his hyung, ignoring Yunho. “I hate being rushed and you know that.”

“S-s-so- fuuuuuck, Changmin, do that again,” Yunho moans, unable to apologize because of Changmin’s brutal abusing of his prostate. “Harder! Harder! Damn it, Changmin, harder!”

“You’re such a little bitch, aren’t you?” Changmin smirks as he leans forward, Yunho’s legs being pressed against his chest and cock rubbing his abs. “You like being a little bitch when I fuck you? Yeah, the leader likes it.”

Despite being a virgin like what Changmin had originally thought, Yunho’s extremely vocal and not at all ashamed to make Changmin do what he wants. So Changmin spears him mercilessly, Yunho screaming with each thrust. “I - I’m gonna cum, Changmin!” Yunho screams, pulling at his bonds so hard they’re on the verge of breaking.

“You’ll cum with me, right?” Changmin mutters, licking a path from the base of Yunho’s neck to his chin. “You can hold on until I cum, right?”

Yunho shakes his head and his fists clench even harder. “I - I can’t, Changmin! I’m gonna -” The rest of his words are lost in his scream as he cums, feeling mostly relieved and elated at his release but also guilty that he isn’t able to cum with Changmin.

“It’s a shame you didn’t wait for me,” Changmin doesn’t sound angry though, and that surprises Yunho. “As punishment, you’ll suck me off until I cum in your mouth.”

Yunho smiles, panting heavily. “That’s supposed to be punishment?”

“I’ll think of a better one next time,” Changmin drops Yunho’s legs to the bed and shuffles forward, the head of his cock smearing precum across Yunho’s lips.

Next time … Yunho thinks, feeling slightly giddy that there’s actually going to be a next time before opening his mouth. Changmin’s cock is big, something he wasn’t able to sense earlier on because of Changmin’s sudden intrusion into his body. Yunho sucks the best he could, swirling his tongue over the pearling tip and drinking in the salty tang of the precum. His teeth occasionally graze the skin and he presses his tongue all over his cock to gauge what Changmin’s sensitive to.

Judging from his hiss and subtle thrusting into his mouth, he’s particularly responsive to the vein running along the underside of his cock.

Yunho’s not given any warning other than a low groan before something erupts inside his mouth. The taste is horribly bitter and Yunho wants to spit it all out, but he promised himself (he didn’t) that he would swallow all of the foul-tasting spunk so he opens his throat muscles and swallows Changmin’s cum with a loud gulp, pulling away from Changmin’s now softened cock and grimacing at the taste.

Changmin chuckles somewhere above him and then fingers are working at the blindfold, pulling it free. The first thing that Yunho sees is a blurry image of Changmin smiling at him, but he still thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Was it good?” Changmin questions, now undoing the bonds on Yunho’s wrists and the bedposts.

Yunho nods sleepily, purring like a satiated cat. “I would say you were the best, but then again you were my first, so I’m being extremely biased.”

“You always are,” Changmin says as he rips off tissues from the box and cleans the mess Yunho had spilled on both their chests. “So is your mission of being held by me complete?”

Yunho burns at the thought of being found out and buries his face into the pillow, nodding shyly.

“You’re so cute,” Changmin chuckles as he kisses Yunho’s ear, the action melting Yunho quickly. “I’m so glad you like me.”

Yunho snaps his head to look at him, eyes big and wide. “Y-you knew about that?!”

“Of course,” Changmin says nonchalantly. “Jaejoong hyung told me.”

“I’m never going to trust him with anything ever again,” Yunho groans into the pillow as he flumps back face-first into it. “Some best friend he is.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I liked you too. For a long time, actually,” Changmin confesses shyly, looking away as a blush colors his cheeks.

“How long is a long time?”

“Since Tri-Angle,” Changmin continues to look away.

“Fuck, why didn’t you say anything?” Yunho gets up from his laying position to sit, only to yelp as a searing pain zaps in his butt all the way to his spine.

Changmin helps him back down. “It was just a crush back then, hyung. I didn’t think it’d develop to anything stronger.”

Yunho stares. “So … when you said that ‘I was the first one you’re going to bed with willingly’, you mean …”

“I was trying to forget my feelings for you,” Changmin sighs, remembering how he cried then, back when he was still a teenager and forcing himself to love someone else. “Every guy I was with was so adamant of fucking me that I was scared of bottoming for quite some time. They weren’t exactly the gentlest of lovers.”

Yunho’s look of surprise morphed into one of guilt. How could he had not have noticed how his maknae was suffering back then? “My poor Min,” he coos. “I’m here now, okay? I’m here to love you and for you to love.” He pulls Changmin close and kisses his nose, the younger of the two suddenly tearing up as he recalls the pain he had experienced back then.

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” Changmin sniffs.

Yunho just smiles and shakes his head. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m sorry for not noticing earlier. I would’ve protected you. Now cuddle me and go to sleep.”

Changmin does, though hesitantly, and it pains Yunho to see that the past still haunts his maknae’s mind. “I’m here now. I’ll protect you,” Yunho promises, kissing Changmin’s forehead. He pulls the blanket up and covers the both of them, allowing Changmin to snuggle into his chest.

He may be the submissive partner in their relationship (which they will have to finalize when they wake up) but he’s still the hyung, the leader.

He’ll protect Changmin forever. No matter what it takes.

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A/N: Hello, ladies. First read this sentence, then look at this picture. Come back here to read the rest of this a/n. Are you done? Fantastic. I changed my Twitter pic for the very first time and I freaked the fuck out when it showed back an egg. So I decided to ‘why not screencap it and put it on paint? \o/’ I need a life, omg v_v

Longest. Fic. Ever. Fifty pages. Sixteen thousand fucking words. I am so done. NO. NO MORE LONG FICS (╯°â–¡°)╯︵ ┻━┻

So. lryuusei 1) Sorry it took so long v_v and 2) did I make it hot? :B Your anything else included ‘make Changmin top and Yunho bottom’. Gurl, it’s hard to write HoMin because I can never see Changmin bottom to anyone. Ever. Good for you, lolol. Sorry for not including Yunho being more absent-minded on purpose (because he already is -_____-) and it’s not really exciting, you know? I mean, it’s easy to envision Changmin already taking care of an absent-minded Yunho, so it’s not fun. Sorry :c

FINALLY DOWNLOADED EXO’S ALBUMS. EXO-M’S KOREAN VERSION OF WOLF IS SO PERFECT OMFG kind of ironic that I’m spazzing over them even though I’m not an Exotic ._.

Also, happy birthday old man! \xD/ Even though I ship you with Jaejoong, you are the ambassador to the HoMin community and thus I wrote a MinHo for you \o/ Okay, not really, I just posted this on your birthday because this was already a request and I thought ‘why not post this on your birthday?’ ._. Somewhere in Korea, Yoochun is crying at someone’s insensitivity \o/

And also, also (ಠ_ಠ): follow me on Twitter. I know it’s a desperate way of gaining followers (actually, I’m just bored) but I want to know what people tweet about. Especially those who comment on my LJ *insert pedo smile* Oh, and also you can leave me requests there. I don’t really check the comm’s masterfic list liar, but you can still leave a request there for me or Ellie if you want \o/ Even though you can’t leave a request for the meantime because I’m still swamped with requests from last year v_v