[Fic] Do It, Do It (1)
Title: Do It, Do It (1)
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Smut prompts - see individual prompt for what it is.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun is the right hand man to one of the most notorious crime lords in all of Asia. Zhou Mi is an idealistic cop who wants to make him see the light of justice...or something like that. There is sex in the backseat of someone's police car, and it's not Zhou Mi's.
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Zhou Mi had seen a lot over the years. He hadn’t been the youngest to make detective, wasn’t the oldest, wisest, most embittered. He’d graduated from narcotics to major crimes, and it had been two years sinking deep into underground of one of the biggest crime organizations in Asia. One family at its head, offshoots in multiple countries. There was a certain amount of collaboration, bits picked away here and there. As much as it was satisfying to go in, make a big bust, it was small accomplishments. A few steps forward, a few steps back.
Some of those steps got him acquainted with the younger son. A Cho Kyuhyun, who swaggered in and out as though he couldn’t be touched. And it was true. No matter how many times they’d thought they had him pinned, things broke loose. He drove a fancy car, didn’t seem to do anything but hang around at his high-end apartment most days in his underwear. From the one time they’d had authorized surveillance.
“Come to arrest me, Officer?” Kyuhyun asked, leaning against the side of Zhou Mi’s car as Zhou Mi was leaving for the night. Another late one, as usual.
“Detective,” Zhou Mi corrected out of habit. “Why, did you come to turn yourself in?”
It seemed every few months Kyuhyun turned up, almost like a taunt. Or to see if anything was in the works. Not that he ever got that information.
”What if someone offered you a little reward for looking away?” Kyuhyun had asked him once.
Zhou Mi swirled his spoon in his tea. “That someone and I wouldn’t ever talk again.”
Kyuhyun’s look had been measured then, a nod saying that he understood. Maybe even a little respect, as far as Zhou Mi could tell. Zhou Mi’s lieutenant always knew of the meetings, and encouraged Zhou Mi to keep himself available. He never wore a wire, never felt the need. He knew Kyuhyun was too smart to give anything up. They were both waiting for the other to crack, and simultaneously knowing how unlikely that was.
“Get in, and let’s go for a ride,” Zhou Mi offered, double-clicking the button on his remote and unlocking the car doors.
Again, that arrogance, or balls, Zhou Mi didn’t know what. Kyuhyun climbed into his car like he rode around with detectives every day, buckling in as Zhou Mi started the engine.
“Get up to much street racing with this monster?” Kyuhyun asked.
Zhou Mi waggled the tip of his tongue between his teeth and grinned. The sleek sedan was nice, but hardly a race car as Kyuhyun well knew.
“Your car is more suited to that.”
“But street racing is illegal,” Kyuhyun said, his voice so innocently shocked.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that they were, within the realm that they knew each other, friendly. They’d driven around together before, and he paid attention to the road, as Kyuhyun toyed with the radio. He knew where they were going, and as he took the exit, he saw Kyuhyun did, too.
“Really?”
Zhou Mi stayed silent, parking a little way down the street. It was the night after a funeral, a man killed in the process of a drug deal that Zhou Mi suspected - the whole force suspected - had come from the organization. If not down from Kyuhyun, someone else. It had been an innocent man, caught between the police and the dealers.
“He was thirty-six. Two kids, a wife. Parents. Drove a route delivering bread every day to put food on the table for his family.”
“People die,” Kyuhyun said.
“They do,” Zhou Mi agreed. “When he got up, at midnight, he probably considered that he could die in a traffic accident, or maybe get injured from crates in his truck. I don’t think he knew he was going to get shot. Just from being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“And this is going to show me the error of my ways?”
“I don’t know,” Zhou Mi said. “I do know it’s something I think about a lot. And something I wish didn’t have to happen.”
“You think every person who dies is somehow your fault?”
“Maybe. If I could’ve done something to stop it.”
Kyuhyun snorted. “My turn to show you something. Get back on the highway.”
Zhou Mi had no reason not to, following Kyuhyun’s directions to a more residential part of the city. Kyuhyun directed him where to park, and they walked down the quiet suburban street. Nothing stirred, it was that late. It didn’t take long, a block and a half of matching Kyuhyun’s strides. Dark jeans, black shoes. He kept glancing over as though Kyuhyun would have something to say. Despite it all, he wasn’t really afraid. If Kyuhyun wanted him dead, there were lots of ways to accomplish that, ones that didn’t include taking him on a walk. But finally Kyuhyun stopped.
“Do you know what this is?”
“A police car,” Zhou Mi answered.
“That’s right. One of the officers that patrols this neighborhood, keeping it “safe.” He has his keys in the ignition. Doors unlocked. You couldn’t pay a hoodlum to put a scratch on this car. You know what he’s parked in front of?”
Kyuhyun gestured at the building they were standing in front of. Zhou Mi shrugged, knowing Kyuhyun would tell him anyway.
“It’s a brothel. He doesn’t pay here, and he won’t as long as he does what he’s supposed to.”
“Turn a blind eye to your crimes?” Zhou Mi suggested.
“You don’t get it. I’m saying stop worrying. Hell, I’ll go inside with you and let them know it’s on the house tonight. Pick a girl. Stop getting all uptight.”
“Are the girls legal? Are they there by choice? Underage? Human trafficking.”
Kyuhyun laughed.
“You think that’s funny?” Zhou Mi asked, feeling the disgust rise.
“No,” Kyuhyun turning fully to him. “But you must think everyone in the whole organization is some kind of movie villain, looking for any way to break the law and hurt people. I don’t oversee this. But I can tell you, the girls are as legal as possible, and well cared for. I don’t know if they’re happy, but whatever horrors you’re concocting in your head aren’t true.”
“So you use this brothel?” Zhou Mi asked.
“No.”
“Why? Maybe you think it’s not right, just a little…?”
“No, it’s because I don’t sleep with women.” Kyuhyun waited a beat, as though waiting for the full effect. “I know you don’t either.”
Zhou Mi’s brain balked. “How would you? You’re watching me?”
“Maybe sometimes. It’s only fair, right? Since you were watching me. I could name every man you’ve slept with in the last two years. I’m not stupid. And that’s not a threat. Have you ever wondered what it’d be like fucking a hardened criminal?”
It took a moment for him to even come up with a comeback. “Why, you want to fuck a cop?”
Kyuhyun stepped close, close enough for Zhou Mi to smell his cologne, or aftershave. Close enough that it gave him the jitters, and not in the way that had him wanting his gun.
“No. A detective,” Kyuhyun whispered.
Zhou Mi shuddered like he’d been touched. “Who else knows?”
“Just me, and my investigator. But if that bothers you, I can order a hit on him. Kidding! But not about this.”
“This” ended up being snagging Zhou Mi’s collar and dragging him closer. He’d have been a liar if he said he didn’t want it, angling his face down so Kyuhyun could kiss him. Lips pressing together, dragging together. It was dark around them, but they were on a sidewalk. And he was kissing a man he had investigated. A man that was meeting every move of his mouth with hunger. And the hand that Kyuhyun dragged up the short hairs of his neck had him shivering into the kiss.
“Fuck, I knew it,” Kyuhyun swore, tipping his face up.
“Knew what?” Zhou Mi asked, prepare to be on the defensive.
“That you’d be all responsive. Come with me.”
Zhou Mi stumbled after Kyuhyun, pulled along, wondering how they’d gone from combative to making out. He tried to protest as Kyuhyun yanked open the back of the police car they’d been standing near, and he - police himself - was the one being shoved down into it. Kyuhyun followed without delay, slamming the door closed before he was all over Zhou Mi. Not just his mouth, but his hands running down Zhou Mi’s chest, through his hair. Shimmying closer and urging Zhou Mi to respond in kind.
And it wasn’t just Kyuhyun’s mouth, it was Kyuhyun’s earlobe, begging to be sucked. And Kyuhyun’s throat, where he could feel the vibration of his moans. But Kyuhyun was looking at him, eyes intense even in the haze of night, with nothing but a streetlight down the street casting light and shadows.
And that was when Kyuhyun popped the button of Zhou Mi’s slacks, letting the back of his hand force down Zhou Mi’s zipper as they stared at each other. He wasn’t ashamed that he was aroused, or that Kyuhyun was teasing him harder. But they were still in the police car, and as good as it felt, as much as he wanted it, he needed some scrap of sanity.
“What if someone sees? Won’t they wonder about your loyalties?”
Kyuhyun chuckled, tickling Zhou Mi’s balls. “Hardly. They'll think I own you."
“Fuck.”
“Yep,” Kyuhyun agreed, humming into Zhou Mi’s ear. “When I found out you were fucking guys I was glad. You were the hottest piece of ass I'd seen in a while. Way too hot to be a cop."
“And you waited this long, why? You have cameras on this? Blackmail material?"
"No, but nice thought," Kyuhyun said. "What happens here stays between us. Consider this a confessional."
“Then tell me, why now?”
“Because I want you. And it’s not often I get to do this without there being any…obligations.”
They had no obligations to each other. No strings. No power play. Nothing forcing their hands except for want. He squashed the little sympathetic voice inside him that wanted to speak, and reached for Kyuhyun’s face again.
“Okay.”
A hand job in the back of a car. He hadn’t done that in a while, he thought, and finally got his hand under the back of Kyuhyun’s shirt, and onto bare skin. It earned him a moan against his chin. But that was nothing to when he finally got his own hand into Kyuhyun’s pants, and found out just how hard Kyuhyun was. Teasing Kyuhyun’s tongue and trying to make his fingers work so he could stroke Kyuhyun faster - and urge Kyuhyun on as well.
“Right now. Right now,” Kyuhyun hissed, shoving at Zhou Mi’s shoulders. “I want inside you.”
Heat shot down him, gasping against Kyuhyun’s face. If they had to move, the mood would drop. But where they were-
“You have a condom?” he asked, half hoping they had an excuse to stop.
The look Kyuhyun shot him was as though he’d asked if Kyuhyun had remembered to bring his hands.
That was a yes then.
“Get up on your knees,” Kyuhyun said, and squeezed back so Zhou Mi could. It was probably arousal that had him doing that almost without thought, as Kyuhyun settled in behind him. He wasn’t sure what he thought was going to happen, when he was practically presenting himself to be taken. He’d wanted to show Kyuhyun something, teach him a lesson. It was feeling a lot like he was getting taught the lesson instead. In spite of that, Kyuhyun could hardly take what wasn’t being given. And he still had the taste of Kyuhyun on his lips.
But he definitely yelped when Kyuhyun jerked his pants and underwear down. His breath fogged the window for a moment and reason once again assaulted him.
“We’re in a car! A police car”
“Shhh. No one’s going to see your nuts at this hour. Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten your pants down in a back seat before.”
Maybe he had. But he wasn’t going to tell Kyuhyun that, not with that smug tone he was taking.
His arms went up, bracing himself against the door with his knees together on the seat as Kyuhyun slid up against him. One of Kyuhyun’s legs braced on the floorboard, the other on the far side of Zhou Mi’s legs. Just enough room for both of them with the door closed without Zhou Mi having to contort. And as it was, he hoped Kyuhyun wasn’t rough, or he might concuss himself against the window. Something warm rubbed against his ass, Kyuhyun’s cloth-clad erection. Rocking, and teasing, and telling them both what Kyuhyun’s goal was. How ready he was to accomplish just that. How ready Zhou Mi was to let him.
“Yeah. Finally.”
Finally seemed like the right word. He was half hard himself, from the stimulation, from Kyuhyun’s voice. From the danger of it all.
He didn’t get his head turned in time to see what the sucking sound was.
Fingers, slick and a bit cool, teased his rim and made him flinch away. And Kyuhyun tried again.
“Let me in,” Kyuhyun urged.
Right, as though demanding was going to make him relax. Not as slick as he’d have liked, but two of Kyuhyun’s fingers eased in, making his erection flicker.
“Your skinny ass made me wonder if I was going to fit. No problem,” Kyuhyun said.
“How big do you think you are?”
It was fucking difficult to brace himself on the door when he wanted to be touching himself, or maybe reasoning to Kyuhyun that they could go to hotel. He lowered his head, purposely, to make sure no one on the other side of the street could see his face through the car window. He hadn’t done something as stupid as what they were doing in…ever. In the back of a police car. His career less likely to be on the line than he would be in for a reaming, a reprimand, and maybe reassignment to playing crossing guard. He just hoped it was going to be worth it.
And the condom was slick, at least, as the head of Kyuhyun’s cock pressed into him. It had them both shifting, to ease the slide. Hard to miss, an invasion of any size. Respectable, he grudgingly admitted. Not a word he really wanted to bandy about considering he was getting fucked by a criminal.
One who’d never been convicted. Semantics.
Hard to tell that to his body, what with the slide of Kyuhyun’s cock, and epithets said in Kyuhyun’s rough, low voice.
“So fucking tight. I knew you’d feel like this,” Kyuhyun said on a set of moans that had Zhou Mi’s skin prickling.
He’d had his own fantasies. Kyuhyun pinned to his bed, watching Kyuhyun’s eyes as he fed his cock to that smart mouth. Doing something exactly as they were. Not where they were. In a motel, an apartment, anywhere. Any place that had Kyuhyun moaning above him, under him, behind him. In his mouth, his ass, it hadn’t mattered. And he could tell by the snap of Kyuhyun’s hips just how much he wanted it too. The fabric of Kyuhyun’s pants rubbing against his thighs as Kyuhyun luxuriated in the fuck.
It was getting unbearably hot, bracing himself against Kyuhyun’s thrusts, keeping his hips steady. A workout he hadn’t been expecting, in his stiff work shirt. But he didn’t dare reach, or do anything that might make Kyuhyun stop. They were where they were. Quicker it ended, better off they’d be.
Fuck, he didn’t want it to end.
But it wasn’t a minute later when Kyuhyun seemed to read his mind, or maybe his hiss of need, and cupped his balls. Kneading with one hand, with every thrust. Side of his thumb teasing. Stroking.
“Not so skinny here,” Kyuhyun teased.
That was one way to a man’s ego. Compliment his manhood.
“Just waiting for you,” Zhou Mi grunted.
And nearly groaned as Kyuhyun slowed, bending low over his back in a position they couldn’t possibly sustain.
“Tell me…” Kyuhyun said, breath cool against the sweat forming on the his shoulder and neck. And Kyuhyun sank deep, as his fist squeezed down Zhou Mi’s cock. “Were the orgasms where you moaned my name better than the others?”
It took several moments for the meaning to sink past the throbbing pleasure.
“What?” he gasped. He’d thought Kyuhyun had maybe had him followed, but what Kyuhyun was saying meant he had seen, or at least heard, things that had gone on in Zhou Mi’s bedroom. Things he had done when he had been alone.
“You-!“
“That’s why, too. But fuck now, talk later,” Kyuhyun suggested, the sound a bit strained.
But Zhou Mi, was much like giving in as it felt, couldn’t disagree. Kyuhyun had invaded his privacy. And right then, that thought was being overrun by the tongue Kyuhyun was teasing his neck with, and the hand that was surely jerking him to total lack of reason.
He could be angry later. While the thought of Kyuhyun watching him moan his name enflamed him.
“Let’s leave him a gift,” Kyuhyun grunted near his ear. And his hand quickened on Zhou Mi’s cock.
Kyuhyun meant for him to come onto the seat. He would have laughed, if it wouldn’t have come out as a moan. Kyuhyun’s hand, Kyuhyun’s hips in their sharp little bursts against his.
“Kyuhyun,” he gasped.
“Yes,” Kyuhyun nearly growled. Too much a fantasy.
His arms nearly gave out against the door, but his body finally relented under the constant stimulation. And the orgasm was wrung from him in more ways than one. Muffling his cry against his arm, heat and pleasure overwhelming, as Kyuhyun directed every drop of come onto the upholstery.
“I’ll remember that sound a while,” Kyuhyun said, and Zhou Mi whimpered at the loss of his fingers. But it was understandable, because moments later that hand was being used to brace Zhou Mi’s hips as Kyuhyun resumed, pounding into him, a little harder, a little quicker than before.
But before Zhou Mi could lose all strength, Kyuhyun’s hips slammed in hard, and Zhou Mi knew it was over. Finally. Too soon. Arms trembling, in some kind of a haze as Kyuhyun also breathed the desperate breath of the recently orgasmic.
He had to bite his lip not to hiss out loud and Kyuhyun pulled himself out. Feeling quite well fucked, as his brain cells came back online to feel anything but fulfilled.
Zhou Mi tried to help, but he still felt frozen holding himself up, so it was Kyuhyun who, none too gently, got Zhou Mi’s underwear back in place, getting his pants up far enough to where Zhou Mi could get a hand to hold them. He’d buttoned, zipped, staring at the seat below where he’d come, and half sat up. Shame. Satisfaction. He wasn’t sure what, as he felt Kyuhyun stirring behind him.
“Hang on,” Kyuhyun said. And a second later, the used condom fell onto the seat in front of Zhou Mi. One more piece of irrefutable evidence.
“You’re just going to leave it?” Zhou Mi asked.
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said, and Zhou Mi heard a zipper. “He could deal with having to clean up a few messes.”
“If he knows you did this?”
“What’ll he do? Stare me to death? And he won’t tell his coworkers, that’s for sure.”
With that, Kyuhyun opened the door, and the heady scent of sex mingled with the outside air.
Zhou Mi felt like he’d been through a wringer as he crawled out backwards, standing on awkward legs and finding his balance as Kyuhyun shut the door behind them, and started walking away.
He regained his strength though not his normal stride as he followed, as Kyuhyun walked as though nothing had happened. Nothing that should’ve happened, that was for certain. But Kyuhyun breathed out, leaning against Zhou Mi’s car and smiling a bit.
“A good night’s work,” Kyuhyun said.
“Yeah?” Zhou Mi asked, standing in front of him with crossed arms, unsure. Kyuhyun just sort of rolled his eyes at his stance. And his chin jerked down the way toward they’d just come.
“That cop, he fucks girls here, and then goes home to his family. He can threaten anyone in this neighborhood because no one would dare go against him. He’s gotten too cocky. Power went to his head.”
Zhou Mi shifted. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Why do you think?” Kyuhyun asked, and pulled at the door handle. Zhou Mi unlocked it, walking around to take his seat on the driver’s side. But Kyuhyun’s words had their intended effect.
“You want me to take him down? You want me to do the organization’s dirty work?”
“Open your eyes. There’s more than just black and white here. You bust him, someone else takes his place. Maybe that guy’s better, maybe worse. Maybe I fuck you in the back of his car, too, if he starts to overreach. Either way, you’d be doing this neighborhood a favor.”
If they had sex again. Zhou Mi let his thumb run over the steering wheel, and contemplated that. Probably just as bad an idea as the first time had been. And yet the idea appealed, especially if it was someplace where Kyuhyun couldn’t get him off balance, or strip him of control. But it wouldn’t be that night.
“And the brothel?” Zhou Mi asked.
“You can bust it if you try. If it’s not here, it’s somewhere else.”
Zhou Mi let his head fall back against the back of the seat. “That makes things sound incredibly futile.”
“Sometimes they are. So how long ’til you give up?”
“Never,” Zhou Mi swore.
Kyuhyun laughed, but there wasn’t humor in it. “I said that, too. I thought I’d get out. Have some kind of graduation. Get a stamp on the back of my hand, and walk away. But I gave up. I’ll die before I get out.”
Zhou Mi reached out, touched Kyuhyun’s cheek. Touched him in a way that had both of them looking away for a moment. “The fact that we’re talking tells me you didn’t give up. Not yet. You’re trying to help people, trying to do something. You still care.”
“Fool’s gold.”
“Is it, Kyuhyun?”
Kyuhyun wouldn’t look at him, and that was more telling than any words. Not like Kyuhyun was an angel in wolves’ clothing, he knew that. His gut had always told him there was something to pursue, some crack that Zhou Mi could slither through. Something to get into Kyuhyun’s head, and help him maybe start steering back himself. At the time, it hadn’t been to help Kyuhyun, but more to help their cases, get some progress. But in time, it also became a want to do something to keep Kyuhyun’s prediction of death before being saved from coming true.
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But Kyuhyun did die. In name, anyway. And it wasn’t a day later, or a month. Not even a year.
No one knew his new identity in witness protection, and he had to cut ties from anyone he’d known in his previous life to keep himself safe.
At the same time, the force lost one of its best detectives.
It seemed like a lot of people wanted Zhou Mi dead.
But in a no-name town, south of nowhere, there are two guys who run a restaurant. One keeps the kitchen in line, and the other has a friendly smile.
Welcoming any traveler for a meal.
Their apartment is up above it, and the memories aren’t all good ones. But when they thank each other every day, in the safety of their bed, their anonymity, it’s for more than anyone else would ever understand.
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Prompt: qmi come back from playing soccer and they are sweaty. fun things happen
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Zhou Mi drew the line at tiny athletic shorts. Not that Kyuhyun hadn’t tried, holding up a pair that Zhou Mi wasn’t sure would cover his hips, much less anything else. Which had clearly been why Kyuhyun wore a leer to go with them.
“I’ll wear those if you do,” he’d offered. Surprisingly a bargain that got him out of a lot of things with Kyuhyun.
Regular shorts and special t-shirt. All so Kyuhyun could bully him into running around after a soccer ball. Goal one was exercise. Goal two, indulging Kyuhyun’s competitive streak. Goal three, seeing each other as sweaty as possible.
Which was why he watched Kyuhyun’s short swish up the stairs to their apartment. Soccer ball under one arm, butt delightfully swaying, since Kyuhyun wouldn’t let them be civilized and take the elevator.
Zhou Mi knew why, as they slipped out of their running shoes, watching as the soccer ball rolled off. Kyuhyun’s light blue shirt had a dark V running down back and front, and Zhou Mi licked his lips as Kyuhyun stripped his shirt up and off on the way to the bedroom. His shirt fell on top of Kyuhyun’s, shorts and underwear afterthoughts behind them.
It was like they’d done it before - and they had. Zhou Mi resting with a sigh on the bed, almost cold under his back, the air cool against his damp skin. Not for long though, as he stroked himself idly. Lube tossed on the bed beside them, and Kyuhyun insinuated between his thighs. They slid together, chest to chest. Wet in places, some clammy, and Kyuhyun wiggled until their stomachs rubbed together.
“Mmm,” Kyuhyun murmured, kissing Zhou Mi’s jaw. “Feels nice. Feels like we were already up to something.”
“Feels like we should be doing something,” Zhou Mi countered, a slightly whine to his voice as Kyuhyun tugged his hand away from his cock.
“That’s mine today,” Kyuhyun demanded. A little cute. Maybe.
But his mouth was nice, heated kisses as Kyuhyun got himself hard, teasing Zhou Mi a little in between. Getting them both nice, wet and slick, so Zhou Mi’s body could give to Kyuhyun’s. Ease of long practice, that slide in. Kyuhyun’s face tense with concentration as Zhou Mi gave to him. But that didn’t mean that Zhou Mi let him out quite so easily.
Tug of war that had Kyuhyun grunting, and had Zhou Mi knowing that even if he was on his back, he still held the balance of control.
And that was saying nothing to when he was on top.
Kyuhyun was charged, swiping at Zhou Mi’s nipples with his mouth, inhaling deep against his chest, and angling up his hips so he could pound harder as the tease melted into rhythm, into desperation.
Kyuhyun’s “Fuck”s and Zhou Mi urging, “Come for me,” as Kyuhyun jolted against him, panting. He wasn’t sure if Kyuhyun ever looked quite as sexy as he did then, face damp, eyes still blurred with orgasm. And he was still far from satisfied.
They whimpered together as Kyuhyun pulled away, the cooler air tightening his chest and his body on alert as Kyuhyun kissed a line down his stomach.
Mine, Kyuhyun had said. He wove his hands in Kyuhyun’s hair as Kyuhyun sucked. Moans of a timbre that put shudders through him.
And Kyuhyun didn’t stop until he shouted his name.
***
Prompt: Journalist coworkers. Sex in the office.
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It was nice having the newsroom to themselves, Zhou Mi thought. Weekend night, neither of them really supposed to be there but for preparation for the next week’s big news conference. They’d be paired up, and not the first time. Kyuhyun’s cubicle was just far enough from Zhou Mi’s, that Zhou Mi could see his back as he worked. Nice view of butt and thighs, even better when Kyuhyun was sitting, or standing, or bending over just waggling as he typed out a last second missive before getting up. What Kyuhyun was reading right then, was copy Zhou Mi had sent over. Filler, with the requisite background information in case they needed some space to fill.
“Looks good,” Kyuhyun said, standing and sauntering to his desk. And Zhou Mi’s eyebrows kept rising as Kyuhyun slid between Zhou Mi and his desk, teasing fingers spreading over Zhou Mi’s shoulders. “Whose name goes first in the byline?”
“Are we fucking for a byline?” Zhou Mi asked, getting a grin from Kyuhyun as he stood. Close enough to see every fine mark on Kyuhyun’s face.
“I don’t think we’re fucking at all. Unless you get up to kinkier things at your desk than I think you do. Or does your printer use lube instead of ink?”
Zhou Mi laughed. “You have a point. But that won’t stop us. Much. I have a fantasy, you know.”
Kyuhyun’s teeth just barely grazed Zhou Mi’s bottom lip, a tease, before their eyes met. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Zhou Mi said, petting the back of Kyuhyun’s hair and speaking soft, so that their connection was irrefutable. Kyuhyun barely breathing as he listened. “Laying a man back on my desk. Doing anything I want to him, until he comes for me. Then every time I sit there, I can hear him moan, taste his come.”
“And look across the office and see him remembering the same thing?” Kyuhyun asked, eyebrow raising.
And Zhou Mi grinned. “Exactly.”
“Then I consent to be subjected to this wild fantasy of yours. What next? You want to tie me up?”
Zhou Mi reached behind Kyuhyun and pushed in the keyboard tray. “I’ll think about it.”
Everything on his desk was swept to the side, as Kyuhyun hitched his hips up onto it. Zhou Mi settling onto his chair to watch the show, as Kyuhyun started undoing buttons. And his own eyebrows raised as Kyuhyun took off his undershirt, before slipping back into his shirt.
“Desk is cold. Besides, easier to fantasize a quickie,” Kyuhyun said, smirking. And that was the truth. Even with no chances of them being interrupted. The peekaboo of Kyuhyun’s chest and stomach as he wriggled back, letting his hips hang mostly off the desk, had Zhou Mi’s pants getting a little tighter. Kyuhyun reached for the button of his pants, before pausing. “I think that’s your department.”
“Are we roleplaying?” Zhou Mi asked. “Offering yourself to keep your job, or…? Maybe next time.”
Kyuhyun moaned a little, as Zhou Mi unzipped his slacks, tugging them far enough so that Zhou Mi could massage the growing bulge there with his hand. White briefs, black band and edges, outlining. Tantalizing peek of thigh between brief and pants as Zhou Mi tugged. He nuzzled deep into the fabric, inhaling. Kyuhyun. Man. Growing arousal. And he exhaled, hot against Kyuhyun’s balls.
It earned him a tightening of those thighs, and he teased them both for almost a minute, rubbing his face, chin, mouth, nose, cheek against Kyuhyun’s erection, through the cloth. Feeling Kyuhyun go from interested to hard. Kyuhyun braced, easing up the fraction Zhou Mi needed to slip the briefs down over his ass, a feat that nearly distracted Zhou Mi from his goal. Sliding his hands from Kyuhyun’s lower back, to Kyuhyun’s thighs, as he pressed what must have felt like damp, cool kisses to the underside of Kyuhyun’s cock. Finally free to curve up as it should. Cut, different from him, but beautiful as he curved his fingers under it to lift it. It got him another sigh, and he wished he could see Kyuhyun’s face. Watching the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the tightening of his stomach, wasn’t enough. He smiled at the line of hair trailing down from Kyuhyun’s navel, and smoothed wet lips around Kyuhyun’s cock.
The sound Kyuhyun was almost a whine, and it was urging to him, and he followed it. Letting his tongue take the lay of the land, taking in every contour, vein, ridge, as Kyuhyun’s hips squirmed between his hands.
“You’re killing me,” Kyuhyun gasped.
And Zhou Mi slid him deeper. Savoring the taste, texture, hard and soft all at once. Feeling Kyuhyun stiffen even further as he bobbed, twisting, pausing to trace wild patterns with his tongue under the head of Kyuhyun’s cock. Something that had Kyuhyun barking out a moan, long fingers reaching, grasping against the surface of the desk, but leaving Zhou Mi to his work.
He dragged the flat of his tongue up the length of Kyuhyun’s erection and paused to consider. Licking his lips and examining the wet, engorged flesh, courtesy of his own mouth. A little coaxing, and he’d have Kyuhyun at the edge. Maybe he couldn’t bend Kyuhyun over the desk, driving into him, letting Kyuhyun thrust into his hand until Kyuhyun came onto his desk. But there were other things. Things like sliding Kyuhyun’s slacks, and then briefs over his knees. Moving them as far as he could to get as much room between Kyuhyun’s thighs as possible.
He could see Kyuhyun trying to peek, to see what was going on, as Zhou Mi used one hand to keep him hard, while he wet the fingers of the other. Nice and wet, and slick, Kyuhyun’s hips jerking from one of those elements, as Zhou Mi soothed him.
“Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun rasped, unsure, as Zhou Mi first urged a finger into him, before sliding his mouth again around Kyuhyun’s cock. It wasn’t the time for slow. The finger he gently moved was as much there to stimulate as it was there to remind. He could feel the strain in Kyuhyun’s hips and thighs, the pulse against his tongue. Close, closer. Using his fingers to stroke at the base as his mouth moved more quickly. Hearing Kyuhyun’s fingers scraping on the desk, staccato moans. Almost standing off his chair as Kyuhyun’s body curved, his orgasm coming not without warning. Sucking carefully, taking each expulsion of semen as they fell against his tongue. Urging each with steady strokes. Moaning as though he’d been given a gift. And he had. And Zhou Mi nuzzled, feeling Kyuhyun begin to soften. Smiling and pressing soft kisses. Licking up any traces he had missed. A bit bitter. Too much coffee.
But then Zhou Mi did stand, steadying himself with Kyuhyun’s hips, to find Kyuhyun with his head back and mouth open. Such a tempting sheen of sweat down Kyuhyun’s chest, and Kyuhyun jerked as Zhou Mi trailed his fingers down it.
“Erg,” Kyuhyun said, blinking as he met Zhou Mi’s eyes.
Zhou Mi smiled. “You’re welcome. And my name goes first.”
He got no objections.
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Prompt: Qmi plane/airport sex. Seeing each other after a long time between activities.
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They lived in the same city the bulk of the year, and somehow still manage to miss seeing each other a lot. Kyuhyun knew why that was, and most of the time it was on his shoulders. Between plays, and TV shows, gaming binges… Zhou Mi usually came to him. Absence made the heart grow fonder, he was quite certain of that. It just made him happier to see Zhou Mi when they finally did hook up.
Even if those hook ups happened in less than ideal places. Like airports. Though that time, they’d been rehearsing for what seemed like ages, but rehearsing wasn’t exactly quality time. The way Zhou Mi beamed at him when they got out of the cars at the airport was like they hadn’t seen each other in five years, when it had really been like, a day. Okay, but it had been a while before that. Had to be unhappy that Zhou Mi was happy, though. That was dumb. And the flight wasn’t long, and he was glad for that as they went in through security.
Zhou Mi had some crazy patterned shirt on that made Kyuhyun’s eyes hurt, but he wasn’t staring at Zhou Mi for his shirt. The pants, though…
And that flight, they were all stuck in coach. Zhou Mi to his right, by way of forcing his way into the row, and Donghae to his left. Of all the members, that was the best plan. Donghae tended to pass out, and pass out hard. But Zhou Mi was finicky about where and how he slept, so Kyuhyun wasn’t worried there. Pretending to be an angel as their managers made sure all was well, and the plane took off.
It was an interminable wait, until the drink carts had gone by. Kyuhyun gulped his down, eyeing Zhou Mi and urging him to drink faster, even if Zhou Mi didn’t know why.
But by the time Zhou Mi had finished and the lights were lowered, Kyuhyun had made calf eyes and procured a blanket, handed to him over the passed-out Donghae.
“Are you tired?” Zhou Mi asked softly. “Or cold?”
Zhou Mi made to reach up to the air vents, before Kyuhyun stopped him.
“Not tired, or cold,” Kyuhyun said. “Here, grab this.”
The minute blanket was pulled half over each of them, and Zhou Mi was giving him a concerned look, since he clearly hadn’t said he was cold either. By Kyuhyun’s estimation, they had at least an hour before anything stirred. The seats were slightly staggered so someone had to be staring into their row to see. The bathrooms were too risky, but if they were quiet, and Donghae stayed passed out-
His lifted knee, and Zhou Mi holding up part of the blanket gave him just enough leeway to slide his hand over Zhou Mi’s crotch without moving the cloth above.
And Zhou Mi caught on, since it was impossible to miss then. “Kyuhyun, no. We’ll be at the hotel soon.”
“Shhhh,” Kyuhyun said, barely breathing it out. “Help me, and I’ll get done quicker.”
If Kyuhyun had to guess, Zhou Mi had flushed. Oh, he loved to be watched, that was for certain. To be admired. Not much of one for danger though, though Kyuhyun thought they were hardly being dangerous. It wasn’t like they were making out. Kyuhyun rested his chin on Zhou Mi’s shoulder, and smiled because Zhou Mi had turned away his face. Nothing was hidden on that face. Not pain, not discomfort, not joy, and certainly not pleasure. Kyuhyun was lucky, because Zhou Mi hadn’t worn a belt. No jangling noises to be had as Kyuhyun popped Zhou Mi’s pants. The zipper gave easily, and Kyuhyun sighed with pleasure. Working Zhou Mi’s cock up to how he wanted it, so he could stroke, and squeeze and jiggle. Feeling it warm and stiffen, as Zhou Mi tried to control his breathing.
Zhou Mi, not the best of that, his breath trembling out as Kyuhyun’s fingers, wet from his own mouth, slid into his underwear, and made a wet trail along heated skin. Kyuhyun did that a few times, before he was satisfied, leaning into Zhou Mi a little harder. Starting to quicken, and grinning as Zhou Mi swallowed hard. He knew what Zhou Mi liked, knew how to stroke and get Zhou Mi off quick. Sometimes a few minutes was all they had.
Zhou Mi made a sound, barely a peep, as Kyuhyun tightened his fist and pulled. Yeah, that got Zhou Mi off every time. And Kyuhyun breathed out another warning. Zhou Mi’s body was stiffening, all focus, all thought going to what Kyuhyun was doing to him, what Kyuhyun was making him feel. Kyuhyun’s cue to speed. Quick and without pause, until Zhou Mi jerked in the seat, coming on a harsh exhale.
Kyuhyun used his come to smooth out his orgasm, nice and tacky and warm as Zhou Mi’s head lolled back to the side. Kyuhyun could see him swallowing, and took each one for a whimper.
“Good for you?” Kyuhyun asked, after a few minutes. The silent chuckle told him everything.
“I can’t walk around like this,” Zhou Mi whispered.
Kyuhyun gave Zhou Mi one last squeeze before retrieving his hand. “So use the bathroom. And bring me back a wet paper towel?”
Kyuhyun waited just long enough for Zhou Mi to button his pants back up before using his closed fist to nudge Donghae in the side to make him move.
“Hey, Zhou Mi has to get up,” Kyuhyun said. Zhou Mi eased past them with a look that promised retribution. He’d welcome that.
“You have fun?” Donghae asked, and Kyuhyun realized maybe Donghae hadn’t been as passed out as he thought.
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said. And licked the back of his thumb and smiled.
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See also Do It, Do It (2)
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Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Smut prompts - see individual prompt for what it is.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun is the right hand man to one of the most notorious crime lords in all of Asia. Zhou Mi is an idealistic cop who wants to make him see the light of justice...or something like that. There is sex in the backseat of someone's police car, and it's not Zhou Mi's.
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Zhou Mi had seen a lot over the years. He hadn’t been the youngest to make detective, wasn’t the oldest, wisest, most embittered. He’d graduated from narcotics to major crimes, and it had been two years sinking deep into underground of one of the biggest crime organizations in Asia. One family at its head, offshoots in multiple countries. There was a certain amount of collaboration, bits picked away here and there. As much as it was satisfying to go in, make a big bust, it was small accomplishments. A few steps forward, a few steps back.
Some of those steps got him acquainted with the younger son. A Cho Kyuhyun, who swaggered in and out as though he couldn’t be touched. And it was true. No matter how many times they’d thought they had him pinned, things broke loose. He drove a fancy car, didn’t seem to do anything but hang around at his high-end apartment most days in his underwear. From the one time they’d had authorized surveillance.
“Come to arrest me, Officer?” Kyuhyun asked, leaning against the side of Zhou Mi’s car as Zhou Mi was leaving for the night. Another late one, as usual.
“Detective,” Zhou Mi corrected out of habit. “Why, did you come to turn yourself in?”
It seemed every few months Kyuhyun turned up, almost like a taunt. Or to see if anything was in the works. Not that he ever got that information.
”What if someone offered you a little reward for looking away?” Kyuhyun had asked him once.
Zhou Mi swirled his spoon in his tea. “That someone and I wouldn’t ever talk again.”
Kyuhyun’s look had been measured then, a nod saying that he understood. Maybe even a little respect, as far as Zhou Mi could tell. Zhou Mi’s lieutenant always knew of the meetings, and encouraged Zhou Mi to keep himself available. He never wore a wire, never felt the need. He knew Kyuhyun was too smart to give anything up. They were both waiting for the other to crack, and simultaneously knowing how unlikely that was.
“Get in, and let’s go for a ride,” Zhou Mi offered, double-clicking the button on his remote and unlocking the car doors.
Again, that arrogance, or balls, Zhou Mi didn’t know what. Kyuhyun climbed into his car like he rode around with detectives every day, buckling in as Zhou Mi started the engine.
“Get up to much street racing with this monster?” Kyuhyun asked.
Zhou Mi waggled the tip of his tongue between his teeth and grinned. The sleek sedan was nice, but hardly a race car as Kyuhyun well knew.
“Your car is more suited to that.”
“But street racing is illegal,” Kyuhyun said, his voice so innocently shocked.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that they were, within the realm that they knew each other, friendly. They’d driven around together before, and he paid attention to the road, as Kyuhyun toyed with the radio. He knew where they were going, and as he took the exit, he saw Kyuhyun did, too.
“Really?”
Zhou Mi stayed silent, parking a little way down the street. It was the night after a funeral, a man killed in the process of a drug deal that Zhou Mi suspected - the whole force suspected - had come from the organization. If not down from Kyuhyun, someone else. It had been an innocent man, caught between the police and the dealers.
“He was thirty-six. Two kids, a wife. Parents. Drove a route delivering bread every day to put food on the table for his family.”
“People die,” Kyuhyun said.
“They do,” Zhou Mi agreed. “When he got up, at midnight, he probably considered that he could die in a traffic accident, or maybe get injured from crates in his truck. I don’t think he knew he was going to get shot. Just from being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“And this is going to show me the error of my ways?”
“I don’t know,” Zhou Mi said. “I do know it’s something I think about a lot. And something I wish didn’t have to happen.”
“You think every person who dies is somehow your fault?”
“Maybe. If I could’ve done something to stop it.”
Kyuhyun snorted. “My turn to show you something. Get back on the highway.”
Zhou Mi had no reason not to, following Kyuhyun’s directions to a more residential part of the city. Kyuhyun directed him where to park, and they walked down the quiet suburban street. Nothing stirred, it was that late. It didn’t take long, a block and a half of matching Kyuhyun’s strides. Dark jeans, black shoes. He kept glancing over as though Kyuhyun would have something to say. Despite it all, he wasn’t really afraid. If Kyuhyun wanted him dead, there were lots of ways to accomplish that, ones that didn’t include taking him on a walk. But finally Kyuhyun stopped.
“Do you know what this is?”
“A police car,” Zhou Mi answered.
“That’s right. One of the officers that patrols this neighborhood, keeping it “safe.” He has his keys in the ignition. Doors unlocked. You couldn’t pay a hoodlum to put a scratch on this car. You know what he’s parked in front of?”
Kyuhyun gestured at the building they were standing in front of. Zhou Mi shrugged, knowing Kyuhyun would tell him anyway.
“It’s a brothel. He doesn’t pay here, and he won’t as long as he does what he’s supposed to.”
“Turn a blind eye to your crimes?” Zhou Mi suggested.
“You don’t get it. I’m saying stop worrying. Hell, I’ll go inside with you and let them know it’s on the house tonight. Pick a girl. Stop getting all uptight.”
“Are the girls legal? Are they there by choice? Underage? Human trafficking.”
Kyuhyun laughed.
“You think that’s funny?” Zhou Mi asked, feeling the disgust rise.
“No,” Kyuhyun turning fully to him. “But you must think everyone in the whole organization is some kind of movie villain, looking for any way to break the law and hurt people. I don’t oversee this. But I can tell you, the girls are as legal as possible, and well cared for. I don’t know if they’re happy, but whatever horrors you’re concocting in your head aren’t true.”
“So you use this brothel?” Zhou Mi asked.
“No.”
“Why? Maybe you think it’s not right, just a little…?”
“No, it’s because I don’t sleep with women.” Kyuhyun waited a beat, as though waiting for the full effect. “I know you don’t either.”
Zhou Mi’s brain balked. “How would you? You’re watching me?”
“Maybe sometimes. It’s only fair, right? Since you were watching me. I could name every man you’ve slept with in the last two years. I’m not stupid. And that’s not a threat. Have you ever wondered what it’d be like fucking a hardened criminal?”
It took a moment for him to even come up with a comeback. “Why, you want to fuck a cop?”
Kyuhyun stepped close, close enough for Zhou Mi to smell his cologne, or aftershave. Close enough that it gave him the jitters, and not in the way that had him wanting his gun.
“No. A detective,” Kyuhyun whispered.
Zhou Mi shuddered like he’d been touched. “Who else knows?”
“Just me, and my investigator. But if that bothers you, I can order a hit on him. Kidding! But not about this.”
“This” ended up being snagging Zhou Mi’s collar and dragging him closer. He’d have been a liar if he said he didn’t want it, angling his face down so Kyuhyun could kiss him. Lips pressing together, dragging together. It was dark around them, but they were on a sidewalk. And he was kissing a man he had investigated. A man that was meeting every move of his mouth with hunger. And the hand that Kyuhyun dragged up the short hairs of his neck had him shivering into the kiss.
“Fuck, I knew it,” Kyuhyun swore, tipping his face up.
“Knew what?” Zhou Mi asked, prepare to be on the defensive.
“That you’d be all responsive. Come with me.”
Zhou Mi stumbled after Kyuhyun, pulled along, wondering how they’d gone from combative to making out. He tried to protest as Kyuhyun yanked open the back of the police car they’d been standing near, and he - police himself - was the one being shoved down into it. Kyuhyun followed without delay, slamming the door closed before he was all over Zhou Mi. Not just his mouth, but his hands running down Zhou Mi’s chest, through his hair. Shimmying closer and urging Zhou Mi to respond in kind.
And it wasn’t just Kyuhyun’s mouth, it was Kyuhyun’s earlobe, begging to be sucked. And Kyuhyun’s throat, where he could feel the vibration of his moans. But Kyuhyun was looking at him, eyes intense even in the haze of night, with nothing but a streetlight down the street casting light and shadows.
And that was when Kyuhyun popped the button of Zhou Mi’s slacks, letting the back of his hand force down Zhou Mi’s zipper as they stared at each other. He wasn’t ashamed that he was aroused, or that Kyuhyun was teasing him harder. But they were still in the police car, and as good as it felt, as much as he wanted it, he needed some scrap of sanity.
“What if someone sees? Won’t they wonder about your loyalties?”
Kyuhyun chuckled, tickling Zhou Mi’s balls. “Hardly. They'll think I own you."
“Fuck.”
“Yep,” Kyuhyun agreed, humming into Zhou Mi’s ear. “When I found out you were fucking guys I was glad. You were the hottest piece of ass I'd seen in a while. Way too hot to be a cop."
“And you waited this long, why? You have cameras on this? Blackmail material?"
"No, but nice thought," Kyuhyun said. "What happens here stays between us. Consider this a confessional."
“Then tell me, why now?”
“Because I want you. And it’s not often I get to do this without there being any…obligations.”
They had no obligations to each other. No strings. No power play. Nothing forcing their hands except for want. He squashed the little sympathetic voice inside him that wanted to speak, and reached for Kyuhyun’s face again.
“Okay.”
A hand job in the back of a car. He hadn’t done that in a while, he thought, and finally got his hand under the back of Kyuhyun’s shirt, and onto bare skin. It earned him a moan against his chin. But that was nothing to when he finally got his own hand into Kyuhyun’s pants, and found out just how hard Kyuhyun was. Teasing Kyuhyun’s tongue and trying to make his fingers work so he could stroke Kyuhyun faster - and urge Kyuhyun on as well.
“Right now. Right now,” Kyuhyun hissed, shoving at Zhou Mi’s shoulders. “I want inside you.”
Heat shot down him, gasping against Kyuhyun’s face. If they had to move, the mood would drop. But where they were-
“You have a condom?” he asked, half hoping they had an excuse to stop.
The look Kyuhyun shot him was as though he’d asked if Kyuhyun had remembered to bring his hands.
That was a yes then.
“Get up on your knees,” Kyuhyun said, and squeezed back so Zhou Mi could. It was probably arousal that had him doing that almost without thought, as Kyuhyun settled in behind him. He wasn’t sure what he thought was going to happen, when he was practically presenting himself to be taken. He’d wanted to show Kyuhyun something, teach him a lesson. It was feeling a lot like he was getting taught the lesson instead. In spite of that, Kyuhyun could hardly take what wasn’t being given. And he still had the taste of Kyuhyun on his lips.
But he definitely yelped when Kyuhyun jerked his pants and underwear down. His breath fogged the window for a moment and reason once again assaulted him.
“We’re in a car! A police car”
“Shhh. No one’s going to see your nuts at this hour. Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten your pants down in a back seat before.”
Maybe he had. But he wasn’t going to tell Kyuhyun that, not with that smug tone he was taking.
His arms went up, bracing himself against the door with his knees together on the seat as Kyuhyun slid up against him. One of Kyuhyun’s legs braced on the floorboard, the other on the far side of Zhou Mi’s legs. Just enough room for both of them with the door closed without Zhou Mi having to contort. And as it was, he hoped Kyuhyun wasn’t rough, or he might concuss himself against the window. Something warm rubbed against his ass, Kyuhyun’s cloth-clad erection. Rocking, and teasing, and telling them both what Kyuhyun’s goal was. How ready he was to accomplish just that. How ready Zhou Mi was to let him.
“Yeah. Finally.”
Finally seemed like the right word. He was half hard himself, from the stimulation, from Kyuhyun’s voice. From the danger of it all.
He didn’t get his head turned in time to see what the sucking sound was.
Fingers, slick and a bit cool, teased his rim and made him flinch away. And Kyuhyun tried again.
“Let me in,” Kyuhyun urged.
Right, as though demanding was going to make him relax. Not as slick as he’d have liked, but two of Kyuhyun’s fingers eased in, making his erection flicker.
“Your skinny ass made me wonder if I was going to fit. No problem,” Kyuhyun said.
“How big do you think you are?”
It was fucking difficult to brace himself on the door when he wanted to be touching himself, or maybe reasoning to Kyuhyun that they could go to hotel. He lowered his head, purposely, to make sure no one on the other side of the street could see his face through the car window. He hadn’t done something as stupid as what they were doing in…ever. In the back of a police car. His career less likely to be on the line than he would be in for a reaming, a reprimand, and maybe reassignment to playing crossing guard. He just hoped it was going to be worth it.
And the condom was slick, at least, as the head of Kyuhyun’s cock pressed into him. It had them both shifting, to ease the slide. Hard to miss, an invasion of any size. Respectable, he grudgingly admitted. Not a word he really wanted to bandy about considering he was getting fucked by a criminal.
One who’d never been convicted. Semantics.
Hard to tell that to his body, what with the slide of Kyuhyun’s cock, and epithets said in Kyuhyun’s rough, low voice.
“So fucking tight. I knew you’d feel like this,” Kyuhyun said on a set of moans that had Zhou Mi’s skin prickling.
He’d had his own fantasies. Kyuhyun pinned to his bed, watching Kyuhyun’s eyes as he fed his cock to that smart mouth. Doing something exactly as they were. Not where they were. In a motel, an apartment, anywhere. Any place that had Kyuhyun moaning above him, under him, behind him. In his mouth, his ass, it hadn’t mattered. And he could tell by the snap of Kyuhyun’s hips just how much he wanted it too. The fabric of Kyuhyun’s pants rubbing against his thighs as Kyuhyun luxuriated in the fuck.
It was getting unbearably hot, bracing himself against Kyuhyun’s thrusts, keeping his hips steady. A workout he hadn’t been expecting, in his stiff work shirt. But he didn’t dare reach, or do anything that might make Kyuhyun stop. They were where they were. Quicker it ended, better off they’d be.
Fuck, he didn’t want it to end.
But it wasn’t a minute later when Kyuhyun seemed to read his mind, or maybe his hiss of need, and cupped his balls. Kneading with one hand, with every thrust. Side of his thumb teasing. Stroking.
“Not so skinny here,” Kyuhyun teased.
That was one way to a man’s ego. Compliment his manhood.
“Just waiting for you,” Zhou Mi grunted.
And nearly groaned as Kyuhyun slowed, bending low over his back in a position they couldn’t possibly sustain.
“Tell me…” Kyuhyun said, breath cool against the sweat forming on the his shoulder and neck. And Kyuhyun sank deep, as his fist squeezed down Zhou Mi’s cock. “Were the orgasms where you moaned my name better than the others?”
It took several moments for the meaning to sink past the throbbing pleasure.
“What?” he gasped. He’d thought Kyuhyun had maybe had him followed, but what Kyuhyun was saying meant he had seen, or at least heard, things that had gone on in Zhou Mi’s bedroom. Things he had done when he had been alone.
“You-!“
“That’s why, too. But fuck now, talk later,” Kyuhyun suggested, the sound a bit strained.
But Zhou Mi, was much like giving in as it felt, couldn’t disagree. Kyuhyun had invaded his privacy. And right then, that thought was being overrun by the tongue Kyuhyun was teasing his neck with, and the hand that was surely jerking him to total lack of reason.
He could be angry later. While the thought of Kyuhyun watching him moan his name enflamed him.
“Let’s leave him a gift,” Kyuhyun grunted near his ear. And his hand quickened on Zhou Mi’s cock.
Kyuhyun meant for him to come onto the seat. He would have laughed, if it wouldn’t have come out as a moan. Kyuhyun’s hand, Kyuhyun’s hips in their sharp little bursts against his.
“Kyuhyun,” he gasped.
“Yes,” Kyuhyun nearly growled. Too much a fantasy.
His arms nearly gave out against the door, but his body finally relented under the constant stimulation. And the orgasm was wrung from him in more ways than one. Muffling his cry against his arm, heat and pleasure overwhelming, as Kyuhyun directed every drop of come onto the upholstery.
“I’ll remember that sound a while,” Kyuhyun said, and Zhou Mi whimpered at the loss of his fingers. But it was understandable, because moments later that hand was being used to brace Zhou Mi’s hips as Kyuhyun resumed, pounding into him, a little harder, a little quicker than before.
But before Zhou Mi could lose all strength, Kyuhyun’s hips slammed in hard, and Zhou Mi knew it was over. Finally. Too soon. Arms trembling, in some kind of a haze as Kyuhyun also breathed the desperate breath of the recently orgasmic.
He had to bite his lip not to hiss out loud and Kyuhyun pulled himself out. Feeling quite well fucked, as his brain cells came back online to feel anything but fulfilled.
Zhou Mi tried to help, but he still felt frozen holding himself up, so it was Kyuhyun who, none too gently, got Zhou Mi’s underwear back in place, getting his pants up far enough to where Zhou Mi could get a hand to hold them. He’d buttoned, zipped, staring at the seat below where he’d come, and half sat up. Shame. Satisfaction. He wasn’t sure what, as he felt Kyuhyun stirring behind him.
“Hang on,” Kyuhyun said. And a second later, the used condom fell onto the seat in front of Zhou Mi. One more piece of irrefutable evidence.
“You’re just going to leave it?” Zhou Mi asked.
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said, and Zhou Mi heard a zipper. “He could deal with having to clean up a few messes.”
“If he knows you did this?”
“What’ll he do? Stare me to death? And he won’t tell his coworkers, that’s for sure.”
With that, Kyuhyun opened the door, and the heady scent of sex mingled with the outside air.
Zhou Mi felt like he’d been through a wringer as he crawled out backwards, standing on awkward legs and finding his balance as Kyuhyun shut the door behind them, and started walking away.
He regained his strength though not his normal stride as he followed, as Kyuhyun walked as though nothing had happened. Nothing that should’ve happened, that was for certain. But Kyuhyun breathed out, leaning against Zhou Mi’s car and smiling a bit.
“A good night’s work,” Kyuhyun said.
“Yeah?” Zhou Mi asked, standing in front of him with crossed arms, unsure. Kyuhyun just sort of rolled his eyes at his stance. And his chin jerked down the way toward they’d just come.
“That cop, he fucks girls here, and then goes home to his family. He can threaten anyone in this neighborhood because no one would dare go against him. He’s gotten too cocky. Power went to his head.”
Zhou Mi shifted. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Why do you think?” Kyuhyun asked, and pulled at the door handle. Zhou Mi unlocked it, walking around to take his seat on the driver’s side. But Kyuhyun’s words had their intended effect.
“You want me to take him down? You want me to do the organization’s dirty work?”
“Open your eyes. There’s more than just black and white here. You bust him, someone else takes his place. Maybe that guy’s better, maybe worse. Maybe I fuck you in the back of his car, too, if he starts to overreach. Either way, you’d be doing this neighborhood a favor.”
If they had sex again. Zhou Mi let his thumb run over the steering wheel, and contemplated that. Probably just as bad an idea as the first time had been. And yet the idea appealed, especially if it was someplace where Kyuhyun couldn’t get him off balance, or strip him of control. But it wouldn’t be that night.
“And the brothel?” Zhou Mi asked.
“You can bust it if you try. If it’s not here, it’s somewhere else.”
Zhou Mi let his head fall back against the back of the seat. “That makes things sound incredibly futile.”
“Sometimes they are. So how long ’til you give up?”
“Never,” Zhou Mi swore.
Kyuhyun laughed, but there wasn’t humor in it. “I said that, too. I thought I’d get out. Have some kind of graduation. Get a stamp on the back of my hand, and walk away. But I gave up. I’ll die before I get out.”
Zhou Mi reached out, touched Kyuhyun’s cheek. Touched him in a way that had both of them looking away for a moment. “The fact that we’re talking tells me you didn’t give up. Not yet. You’re trying to help people, trying to do something. You still care.”
“Fool’s gold.”
“Is it, Kyuhyun?”
Kyuhyun wouldn’t look at him, and that was more telling than any words. Not like Kyuhyun was an angel in wolves’ clothing, he knew that. His gut had always told him there was something to pursue, some crack that Zhou Mi could slither through. Something to get into Kyuhyun’s head, and help him maybe start steering back himself. At the time, it hadn’t been to help Kyuhyun, but more to help their cases, get some progress. But in time, it also became a want to do something to keep Kyuhyun’s prediction of death before being saved from coming true.
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But Kyuhyun did die. In name, anyway. And it wasn’t a day later, or a month. Not even a year.
No one knew his new identity in witness protection, and he had to cut ties from anyone he’d known in his previous life to keep himself safe.
At the same time, the force lost one of its best detectives.
It seemed like a lot of people wanted Zhou Mi dead.
But in a no-name town, south of nowhere, there are two guys who run a restaurant. One keeps the kitchen in line, and the other has a friendly smile.
Welcoming any traveler for a meal.
Their apartment is up above it, and the memories aren’t all good ones. But when they thank each other every day, in the safety of their bed, their anonymity, it’s for more than anyone else would ever understand.
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Prompt: qmi come back from playing soccer and they are sweaty. fun things happen
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Zhou Mi drew the line at tiny athletic shorts. Not that Kyuhyun hadn’t tried, holding up a pair that Zhou Mi wasn’t sure would cover his hips, much less anything else. Which had clearly been why Kyuhyun wore a leer to go with them.
“I’ll wear those if you do,” he’d offered. Surprisingly a bargain that got him out of a lot of things with Kyuhyun.
Regular shorts and special t-shirt. All so Kyuhyun could bully him into running around after a soccer ball. Goal one was exercise. Goal two, indulging Kyuhyun’s competitive streak. Goal three, seeing each other as sweaty as possible.
Which was why he watched Kyuhyun’s short swish up the stairs to their apartment. Soccer ball under one arm, butt delightfully swaying, since Kyuhyun wouldn’t let them be civilized and take the elevator.
Zhou Mi knew why, as they slipped out of their running shoes, watching as the soccer ball rolled off. Kyuhyun’s light blue shirt had a dark V running down back and front, and Zhou Mi licked his lips as Kyuhyun stripped his shirt up and off on the way to the bedroom. His shirt fell on top of Kyuhyun’s, shorts and underwear afterthoughts behind them.
It was like they’d done it before - and they had. Zhou Mi resting with a sigh on the bed, almost cold under his back, the air cool against his damp skin. Not for long though, as he stroked himself idly. Lube tossed on the bed beside them, and Kyuhyun insinuated between his thighs. They slid together, chest to chest. Wet in places, some clammy, and Kyuhyun wiggled until their stomachs rubbed together.
“Mmm,” Kyuhyun murmured, kissing Zhou Mi’s jaw. “Feels nice. Feels like we were already up to something.”
“Feels like we should be doing something,” Zhou Mi countered, a slightly whine to his voice as Kyuhyun tugged his hand away from his cock.
“That’s mine today,” Kyuhyun demanded. A little cute. Maybe.
But his mouth was nice, heated kisses as Kyuhyun got himself hard, teasing Zhou Mi a little in between. Getting them both nice, wet and slick, so Zhou Mi’s body could give to Kyuhyun’s. Ease of long practice, that slide in. Kyuhyun’s face tense with concentration as Zhou Mi gave to him. But that didn’t mean that Zhou Mi let him out quite so easily.
Tug of war that had Kyuhyun grunting, and had Zhou Mi knowing that even if he was on his back, he still held the balance of control.
And that was saying nothing to when he was on top.
Kyuhyun was charged, swiping at Zhou Mi’s nipples with his mouth, inhaling deep against his chest, and angling up his hips so he could pound harder as the tease melted into rhythm, into desperation.
Kyuhyun’s “Fuck”s and Zhou Mi urging, “Come for me,” as Kyuhyun jolted against him, panting. He wasn’t sure if Kyuhyun ever looked quite as sexy as he did then, face damp, eyes still blurred with orgasm. And he was still far from satisfied.
They whimpered together as Kyuhyun pulled away, the cooler air tightening his chest and his body on alert as Kyuhyun kissed a line down his stomach.
Mine, Kyuhyun had said. He wove his hands in Kyuhyun’s hair as Kyuhyun sucked. Moans of a timbre that put shudders through him.
And Kyuhyun didn’t stop until he shouted his name.
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Prompt: Journalist coworkers. Sex in the office.
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It was nice having the newsroom to themselves, Zhou Mi thought. Weekend night, neither of them really supposed to be there but for preparation for the next week’s big news conference. They’d be paired up, and not the first time. Kyuhyun’s cubicle was just far enough from Zhou Mi’s, that Zhou Mi could see his back as he worked. Nice view of butt and thighs, even better when Kyuhyun was sitting, or standing, or bending over just waggling as he typed out a last second missive before getting up. What Kyuhyun was reading right then, was copy Zhou Mi had sent over. Filler, with the requisite background information in case they needed some space to fill.
“Looks good,” Kyuhyun said, standing and sauntering to his desk. And Zhou Mi’s eyebrows kept rising as Kyuhyun slid between Zhou Mi and his desk, teasing fingers spreading over Zhou Mi’s shoulders. “Whose name goes first in the byline?”
“Are we fucking for a byline?” Zhou Mi asked, getting a grin from Kyuhyun as he stood. Close enough to see every fine mark on Kyuhyun’s face.
“I don’t think we’re fucking at all. Unless you get up to kinkier things at your desk than I think you do. Or does your printer use lube instead of ink?”
Zhou Mi laughed. “You have a point. But that won’t stop us. Much. I have a fantasy, you know.”
Kyuhyun’s teeth just barely grazed Zhou Mi’s bottom lip, a tease, before their eyes met. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Zhou Mi said, petting the back of Kyuhyun’s hair and speaking soft, so that their connection was irrefutable. Kyuhyun barely breathing as he listened. “Laying a man back on my desk. Doing anything I want to him, until he comes for me. Then every time I sit there, I can hear him moan, taste his come.”
“And look across the office and see him remembering the same thing?” Kyuhyun asked, eyebrow raising.
And Zhou Mi grinned. “Exactly.”
“Then I consent to be subjected to this wild fantasy of yours. What next? You want to tie me up?”
Zhou Mi reached behind Kyuhyun and pushed in the keyboard tray. “I’ll think about it.”
Everything on his desk was swept to the side, as Kyuhyun hitched his hips up onto it. Zhou Mi settling onto his chair to watch the show, as Kyuhyun started undoing buttons. And his own eyebrows raised as Kyuhyun took off his undershirt, before slipping back into his shirt.
“Desk is cold. Besides, easier to fantasize a quickie,” Kyuhyun said, smirking. And that was the truth. Even with no chances of them being interrupted. The peekaboo of Kyuhyun’s chest and stomach as he wriggled back, letting his hips hang mostly off the desk, had Zhou Mi’s pants getting a little tighter. Kyuhyun reached for the button of his pants, before pausing. “I think that’s your department.”
“Are we roleplaying?” Zhou Mi asked. “Offering yourself to keep your job, or…? Maybe next time.”
Kyuhyun moaned a little, as Zhou Mi unzipped his slacks, tugging them far enough so that Zhou Mi could massage the growing bulge there with his hand. White briefs, black band and edges, outlining. Tantalizing peek of thigh between brief and pants as Zhou Mi tugged. He nuzzled deep into the fabric, inhaling. Kyuhyun. Man. Growing arousal. And he exhaled, hot against Kyuhyun’s balls.
It earned him a tightening of those thighs, and he teased them both for almost a minute, rubbing his face, chin, mouth, nose, cheek against Kyuhyun’s erection, through the cloth. Feeling Kyuhyun go from interested to hard. Kyuhyun braced, easing up the fraction Zhou Mi needed to slip the briefs down over his ass, a feat that nearly distracted Zhou Mi from his goal. Sliding his hands from Kyuhyun’s lower back, to Kyuhyun’s thighs, as he pressed what must have felt like damp, cool kisses to the underside of Kyuhyun’s cock. Finally free to curve up as it should. Cut, different from him, but beautiful as he curved his fingers under it to lift it. It got him another sigh, and he wished he could see Kyuhyun’s face. Watching the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the tightening of his stomach, wasn’t enough. He smiled at the line of hair trailing down from Kyuhyun’s navel, and smoothed wet lips around Kyuhyun’s cock.
The sound Kyuhyun was almost a whine, and it was urging to him, and he followed it. Letting his tongue take the lay of the land, taking in every contour, vein, ridge, as Kyuhyun’s hips squirmed between his hands.
“You’re killing me,” Kyuhyun gasped.
And Zhou Mi slid him deeper. Savoring the taste, texture, hard and soft all at once. Feeling Kyuhyun stiffen even further as he bobbed, twisting, pausing to trace wild patterns with his tongue under the head of Kyuhyun’s cock. Something that had Kyuhyun barking out a moan, long fingers reaching, grasping against the surface of the desk, but leaving Zhou Mi to his work.
He dragged the flat of his tongue up the length of Kyuhyun’s erection and paused to consider. Licking his lips and examining the wet, engorged flesh, courtesy of his own mouth. A little coaxing, and he’d have Kyuhyun at the edge. Maybe he couldn’t bend Kyuhyun over the desk, driving into him, letting Kyuhyun thrust into his hand until Kyuhyun came onto his desk. But there were other things. Things like sliding Kyuhyun’s slacks, and then briefs over his knees. Moving them as far as he could to get as much room between Kyuhyun’s thighs as possible.
He could see Kyuhyun trying to peek, to see what was going on, as Zhou Mi used one hand to keep him hard, while he wet the fingers of the other. Nice and wet, and slick, Kyuhyun’s hips jerking from one of those elements, as Zhou Mi soothed him.
“Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun rasped, unsure, as Zhou Mi first urged a finger into him, before sliding his mouth again around Kyuhyun’s cock. It wasn’t the time for slow. The finger he gently moved was as much there to stimulate as it was there to remind. He could feel the strain in Kyuhyun’s hips and thighs, the pulse against his tongue. Close, closer. Using his fingers to stroke at the base as his mouth moved more quickly. Hearing Kyuhyun’s fingers scraping on the desk, staccato moans. Almost standing off his chair as Kyuhyun’s body curved, his orgasm coming not without warning. Sucking carefully, taking each expulsion of semen as they fell against his tongue. Urging each with steady strokes. Moaning as though he’d been given a gift. And he had. And Zhou Mi nuzzled, feeling Kyuhyun begin to soften. Smiling and pressing soft kisses. Licking up any traces he had missed. A bit bitter. Too much coffee.
But then Zhou Mi did stand, steadying himself with Kyuhyun’s hips, to find Kyuhyun with his head back and mouth open. Such a tempting sheen of sweat down Kyuhyun’s chest, and Kyuhyun jerked as Zhou Mi trailed his fingers down it.
“Erg,” Kyuhyun said, blinking as he met Zhou Mi’s eyes.
Zhou Mi smiled. “You’re welcome. And my name goes first.”
He got no objections.
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Prompt: Qmi plane/airport sex. Seeing each other after a long time between activities.
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They lived in the same city the bulk of the year, and somehow still manage to miss seeing each other a lot. Kyuhyun knew why that was, and most of the time it was on his shoulders. Between plays, and TV shows, gaming binges… Zhou Mi usually came to him. Absence made the heart grow fonder, he was quite certain of that. It just made him happier to see Zhou Mi when they finally did hook up.
Even if those hook ups happened in less than ideal places. Like airports. Though that time, they’d been rehearsing for what seemed like ages, but rehearsing wasn’t exactly quality time. The way Zhou Mi beamed at him when they got out of the cars at the airport was like they hadn’t seen each other in five years, when it had really been like, a day. Okay, but it had been a while before that. Had to be unhappy that Zhou Mi was happy, though. That was dumb. And the flight wasn’t long, and he was glad for that as they went in through security.
Zhou Mi had some crazy patterned shirt on that made Kyuhyun’s eyes hurt, but he wasn’t staring at Zhou Mi for his shirt. The pants, though…
And that flight, they were all stuck in coach. Zhou Mi to his right, by way of forcing his way into the row, and Donghae to his left. Of all the members, that was the best plan. Donghae tended to pass out, and pass out hard. But Zhou Mi was finicky about where and how he slept, so Kyuhyun wasn’t worried there. Pretending to be an angel as their managers made sure all was well, and the plane took off.
It was an interminable wait, until the drink carts had gone by. Kyuhyun gulped his down, eyeing Zhou Mi and urging him to drink faster, even if Zhou Mi didn’t know why.
But by the time Zhou Mi had finished and the lights were lowered, Kyuhyun had made calf eyes and procured a blanket, handed to him over the passed-out Donghae.
“Are you tired?” Zhou Mi asked softly. “Or cold?”
Zhou Mi made to reach up to the air vents, before Kyuhyun stopped him.
“Not tired, or cold,” Kyuhyun said. “Here, grab this.”
The minute blanket was pulled half over each of them, and Zhou Mi was giving him a concerned look, since he clearly hadn’t said he was cold either. By Kyuhyun’s estimation, they had at least an hour before anything stirred. The seats were slightly staggered so someone had to be staring into their row to see. The bathrooms were too risky, but if they were quiet, and Donghae stayed passed out-
His lifted knee, and Zhou Mi holding up part of the blanket gave him just enough leeway to slide his hand over Zhou Mi’s crotch without moving the cloth above.
And Zhou Mi caught on, since it was impossible to miss then. “Kyuhyun, no. We’ll be at the hotel soon.”
“Shhhh,” Kyuhyun said, barely breathing it out. “Help me, and I’ll get done quicker.”
If Kyuhyun had to guess, Zhou Mi had flushed. Oh, he loved to be watched, that was for certain. To be admired. Not much of one for danger though, though Kyuhyun thought they were hardly being dangerous. It wasn’t like they were making out. Kyuhyun rested his chin on Zhou Mi’s shoulder, and smiled because Zhou Mi had turned away his face. Nothing was hidden on that face. Not pain, not discomfort, not joy, and certainly not pleasure. Kyuhyun was lucky, because Zhou Mi hadn’t worn a belt. No jangling noises to be had as Kyuhyun popped Zhou Mi’s pants. The zipper gave easily, and Kyuhyun sighed with pleasure. Working Zhou Mi’s cock up to how he wanted it, so he could stroke, and squeeze and jiggle. Feeling it warm and stiffen, as Zhou Mi tried to control his breathing.
Zhou Mi, not the best of that, his breath trembling out as Kyuhyun’s fingers, wet from his own mouth, slid into his underwear, and made a wet trail along heated skin. Kyuhyun did that a few times, before he was satisfied, leaning into Zhou Mi a little harder. Starting to quicken, and grinning as Zhou Mi swallowed hard. He knew what Zhou Mi liked, knew how to stroke and get Zhou Mi off quick. Sometimes a few minutes was all they had.
Zhou Mi made a sound, barely a peep, as Kyuhyun tightened his fist and pulled. Yeah, that got Zhou Mi off every time. And Kyuhyun breathed out another warning. Zhou Mi’s body was stiffening, all focus, all thought going to what Kyuhyun was doing to him, what Kyuhyun was making him feel. Kyuhyun’s cue to speed. Quick and without pause, until Zhou Mi jerked in the seat, coming on a harsh exhale.
Kyuhyun used his come to smooth out his orgasm, nice and tacky and warm as Zhou Mi’s head lolled back to the side. Kyuhyun could see him swallowing, and took each one for a whimper.
“Good for you?” Kyuhyun asked, after a few minutes. The silent chuckle told him everything.
“I can’t walk around like this,” Zhou Mi whispered.
Kyuhyun gave Zhou Mi one last squeeze before retrieving his hand. “So use the bathroom. And bring me back a wet paper towel?”
Kyuhyun waited just long enough for Zhou Mi to button his pants back up before using his closed fist to nudge Donghae in the side to make him move.
“Hey, Zhou Mi has to get up,” Kyuhyun said. Zhou Mi eased past them with a look that promised retribution. He’d welcome that.
“You have fun?” Donghae asked, and Kyuhyun realized maybe Donghae hadn’t been as passed out as he thought.
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said. And licked the back of his thumb and smiled.
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See also Do It, Do It (2)
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