[Fic] The Touch
Title: The Touch
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17 <---
Prompt: QMi - tentacle sex
NC-17 okay? Okay.
Warnings for: ....tentacle sex, sexual situations, language, tentacle sex, hint of breathplay, fluff, romance, the kitchen sink. (jk, no actual sink is involved)
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“Zhou Mi.”
It was a common fact that most people were born with a certain number of limbs. There were limited numbers of fingers and thumbs, lips, knees. Kyuhyun had gone through more than twenty years of life believing that to be fact, believing his sexual encounters - some of them more than a little stimulating - to be the epitome of the human experience.
He was so glad he’d been wrong.
“I’ve never told anyone else.”
The tentacles were prehensile, able to grab, touch. The first time, he’d nearly leaped off the bed thinking another man had broken in. But it was a thing, some weird thing coming out of Zhou Mi where there shouldn’t be anything. Like he was some kind of swamp monster or… Some kind of tentacle monster.
“I’ve never shown anyone else.”
And no one would’ve believed him, if Kyuhyun had told them. Kyuhyun thought it was some kind of weird dream. But it hadn’t been. Of course, once he’d gotten over being grossed out, freaked out - which was a lie because it’d taken longer than that but he’d at least stopped wanting to run - he’d wanted to know everything. How Zhou Mi had known, what happened, why, what was it, why was it slick. Why was there more than one, oh fuck.
Zhou Mi didn’t know why. Or how. He knew when, sometime around puberty.
“I don’t want to tell anyone. It’s not hurting anyone,” Zhou Mi said. “I don’t want tests, or to be on TV shows, or have a movie made. I’m just me. I just want to be with you.”
It wasn’t different than any other sex, not really. It was just…more. Zhou Mi had more ways to touch, to please. Zhou Mi could give him everything he wanted. He could fuck Zhou Mi, and at the same time be fucked, kiss, suck on another cock - and it would all be Zhou Mi. They were extensions of Zhou Mi, and they felt. Sometimes Kyuhyun nearly thought they had brains of their own, but it was only Zhou Mi. He loved Kyuhyun’s mouth, he’d said that so many times. No matter what part of his skin it was on, what kind of kisses Kyuhyun was giving him. He could just feel more of that, as much as Kyuhyun was willing to give.
It took time. It took a lot of time. Not to be weirded out. It just took time. He needed to get used to it, and sometimes they had sex in the dark because it was easier. It fascinated him, but it was strange. They’d been dating three months, and it was a whole new world. Zhou Mi was afraid that to Kyuhyun it would define him. But Zhou Mi laughed, and Zhou Mi smiled, and Kyuhyun loved him.
“Let me please you,” Zhou Mi whispered against his collarbones. Something not Zhou Mi’s hands had taken Kyuhyun’s wrists and held them firm above his head. No, Zhou Mi’s hands were on his thighs, pulling them up and pressing them wide. He knew, because Zhou Mi’s hands were warm and they were dry.
“What do you call them?” Kyuhyun had asked once, his fingers sliding along the slick surface.
“I don’t know. They’re just part of me,” Zhou Mi said.
“How many are there?”
“As many as I want. I haven’t made very many before. It becomes… It’s too hard to control.”
Zhou Mi could make them wide, and thin, and strong and weak, and reduce Kyuhyun to shattering orgasms in minutes.
“Let me please you.”
The tentacles, that was what Kyuhyun settled on. They were different than Zhou Mi’s limbs. He was like an octopus, one of pleasure. It had made him laugh out loud the first time he’d thought that, and then he’d moaned as Zhou Mi had sucked him off with a tentacle while fucking him at the same time. If Zhou Mi had the concentration, he could’ve just sat back and read a book while his tentacles did all the work on Kyuhyun. Luckily for Kyuhyun, he liked being involved. And Kyuhyun liked being involved, too, even when Zhou Mi covered his eyes with a blindfold and kissed him, and told him just to feel. And when Zhou Mi’s mouth left him, a tentacle slid against his lips in Zhou Mi’s place. He opened his mouth and greeted it.
He startled at a touch to his hands. A tentacle sliding through each, and he closed his hands around them, making a sheath to please them, squeeze them. The tentacle teasing his tongue began to slide in earnest, widening and making him moan around it as two others latched onto his nipples and began to suck.
A tongue dipped into his belly button, and that was Zhou Mi’s mouth.
He begged and it was a moan. It was not Zhou Mi’s fingers but a thin tentacle that slide, wet, into his ass. It coiled and stroked and grew, and his moans got louder as another tentacle snaked across his hip, coiling around his balls and swallowing his throbbing cock.
“Okay?” Zhou Mi asked, tracing the lines of Kyuhyun’s ribs.
He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Mind a haze of want, and he nodded, sucking wetly on the tentacle in his mouth in response. It was all he could do. All he wanted. He wanted Zhou Mi’s cock, his mouth, and his hands, and he had all of that in different ways. And he wanted and he wanted.
But when Zhou Mi tilted up his hips, slid inside Kyuhyun, the tentacle never left. He groaned, arching as his body stretched. Never too much, never that. Zhou Mi’s cock was slick and he was loose, and there were two slick cocks fucking him. Working together and against each other. Seamless, so full, just more movement to drive him past reason.
His hands were still being fucked by the tentacles that held them, and his mouth was full of another. His nipples ached, his balls ached, his cock throbbed. And a third tentacle squirmed inside him and his thighs bucked wide. It squirmed atop Zhou Mi’s cock, and found his prostate. Kyuhyun’s face was flushed, his chest slicked with sweat, and he thought he could take no more. No amount of squeezing on his cock would stop him.
Until Zhou Mi’s lips pressed beneath his ear and Kyuhyun’s eyes went wide behind the blindfold.
“Gorgeous. Kyuhyun, you’re gorgeous. You feel so good. Let me see you come for me.”
Warm hands stroked his arms, his sides. Zhou Mi’s lips sucked marks into his neck, as he fucked Kyuhyun, and sucked him, and touched him, and was touched by him.
Zhou Mi could have done all of it alone. He could have fucked himself, had sex alone with no need for anyone else.
But he’d been with Kyuhyun five years. Five years, and every time was different.
Five years, Kyuhyun thought, as the tentacle in his mouth withdrew and Zhou Mi’s tongue replaced it.
He sucked at Zhou Mi’s tongue, tasted his mouth and felt his hips quicken.
And he screamed as he came, surrounded by Zhou Mi in every way. The tentacle across his neck tightened and he gurgled, gasped, as a second orgasm rocketed after the first. Only with Zhou Mi. Only Zhou Mi. He spasmed into the tentacle sucking him, and Zhou Mi moaned against his cheek and everything stopped but for the thrust of Zhou Mi’s body into him and the shudders as Zhou Mi came inside him.
Kyuhyun felt frozen and dazed, stuck to the sheet by sweat and the lengthy period he’d been in the same position. His hips cried, as Zhou Mi tried to pry his legs straight, and instead of the touch of many, it was the touch of one. Two hands, and a man stretched out beside him.
“Was it good?” Zhou Mi asked, tugging the blindfold free so he could look Kyuhyun in the eye.
Kyuhyun nearly choked on his own saliva, the laugh was so quick as he breathed hard. “Good,” he gurgled. “I now know what it means to feel nearly fucked to death. It was fantastic. I won’t need sex for a month.”
That was completely untrue. As soon as he figured he could maintain an erection, he’d be trying to worm his fingers into Zhou Mi’s shorts. But Zhou Mi chuckled, understanding the sentiment.
“Good,” Zhou Mi said, and became Kyuhyun’s human body pillow as the blanket covered them. “I think I’m getting better at controlling more now.”
“I don’t love you just for your tentacles, you know,” Kyuhyun said, tugging on Zhou Mi’s earlobe. It had become a bit of a joke between them. But it was true.
The kiss Zhou Mi pressed to his swollen lips was soft, almost begging Kyuhyun to meet him. It was a kiss that made his heart hum and turn and heat. Zhou Mi.
“I know,” Zhou Mi whispered, and smiled with him.
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Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17 <---
Prompt: QMi - tentacle sex
NC-17 okay? Okay.
Warnings for: ....tentacle sex, sexual situations, language, tentacle sex, hint of breathplay, fluff, romance, the kitchen sink. (jk, no actual sink is involved)
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“Zhou Mi.”
It was a common fact that most people were born with a certain number of limbs. There were limited numbers of fingers and thumbs, lips, knees. Kyuhyun had gone through more than twenty years of life believing that to be fact, believing his sexual encounters - some of them more than a little stimulating - to be the epitome of the human experience.
He was so glad he’d been wrong.
“I’ve never told anyone else.”
The tentacles were prehensile, able to grab, touch. The first time, he’d nearly leaped off the bed thinking another man had broken in. But it was a thing, some weird thing coming out of Zhou Mi where there shouldn’t be anything. Like he was some kind of swamp monster or… Some kind of tentacle monster.
“I’ve never shown anyone else.”
And no one would’ve believed him, if Kyuhyun had told them. Kyuhyun thought it was some kind of weird dream. But it hadn’t been. Of course, once he’d gotten over being grossed out, freaked out - which was a lie because it’d taken longer than that but he’d at least stopped wanting to run - he’d wanted to know everything. How Zhou Mi had known, what happened, why, what was it, why was it slick. Why was there more than one, oh fuck.
Zhou Mi didn’t know why. Or how. He knew when, sometime around puberty.
“I don’t want to tell anyone. It’s not hurting anyone,” Zhou Mi said. “I don’t want tests, or to be on TV shows, or have a movie made. I’m just me. I just want to be with you.”
It wasn’t different than any other sex, not really. It was just…more. Zhou Mi had more ways to touch, to please. Zhou Mi could give him everything he wanted. He could fuck Zhou Mi, and at the same time be fucked, kiss, suck on another cock - and it would all be Zhou Mi. They were extensions of Zhou Mi, and they felt. Sometimes Kyuhyun nearly thought they had brains of their own, but it was only Zhou Mi. He loved Kyuhyun’s mouth, he’d said that so many times. No matter what part of his skin it was on, what kind of kisses Kyuhyun was giving him. He could just feel more of that, as much as Kyuhyun was willing to give.
It took time. It took a lot of time. Not to be weirded out. It just took time. He needed to get used to it, and sometimes they had sex in the dark because it was easier. It fascinated him, but it was strange. They’d been dating three months, and it was a whole new world. Zhou Mi was afraid that to Kyuhyun it would define him. But Zhou Mi laughed, and Zhou Mi smiled, and Kyuhyun loved him.
“Let me please you,” Zhou Mi whispered against his collarbones. Something not Zhou Mi’s hands had taken Kyuhyun’s wrists and held them firm above his head. No, Zhou Mi’s hands were on his thighs, pulling them up and pressing them wide. He knew, because Zhou Mi’s hands were warm and they were dry.
“What do you call them?” Kyuhyun had asked once, his fingers sliding along the slick surface.
“I don’t know. They’re just part of me,” Zhou Mi said.
“How many are there?”
“As many as I want. I haven’t made very many before. It becomes… It’s too hard to control.”
Zhou Mi could make them wide, and thin, and strong and weak, and reduce Kyuhyun to shattering orgasms in minutes.
“Let me please you.”
The tentacles, that was what Kyuhyun settled on. They were different than Zhou Mi’s limbs. He was like an octopus, one of pleasure. It had made him laugh out loud the first time he’d thought that, and then he’d moaned as Zhou Mi had sucked him off with a tentacle while fucking him at the same time. If Zhou Mi had the concentration, he could’ve just sat back and read a book while his tentacles did all the work on Kyuhyun. Luckily for Kyuhyun, he liked being involved. And Kyuhyun liked being involved, too, even when Zhou Mi covered his eyes with a blindfold and kissed him, and told him just to feel. And when Zhou Mi’s mouth left him, a tentacle slid against his lips in Zhou Mi’s place. He opened his mouth and greeted it.
He startled at a touch to his hands. A tentacle sliding through each, and he closed his hands around them, making a sheath to please them, squeeze them. The tentacle teasing his tongue began to slide in earnest, widening and making him moan around it as two others latched onto his nipples and began to suck.
A tongue dipped into his belly button, and that was Zhou Mi’s mouth.
He begged and it was a moan. It was not Zhou Mi’s fingers but a thin tentacle that slide, wet, into his ass. It coiled and stroked and grew, and his moans got louder as another tentacle snaked across his hip, coiling around his balls and swallowing his throbbing cock.
“Okay?” Zhou Mi asked, tracing the lines of Kyuhyun’s ribs.
He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Mind a haze of want, and he nodded, sucking wetly on the tentacle in his mouth in response. It was all he could do. All he wanted. He wanted Zhou Mi’s cock, his mouth, and his hands, and he had all of that in different ways. And he wanted and he wanted.
But when Zhou Mi tilted up his hips, slid inside Kyuhyun, the tentacle never left. He groaned, arching as his body stretched. Never too much, never that. Zhou Mi’s cock was slick and he was loose, and there were two slick cocks fucking him. Working together and against each other. Seamless, so full, just more movement to drive him past reason.
His hands were still being fucked by the tentacles that held them, and his mouth was full of another. His nipples ached, his balls ached, his cock throbbed. And a third tentacle squirmed inside him and his thighs bucked wide. It squirmed atop Zhou Mi’s cock, and found his prostate. Kyuhyun’s face was flushed, his chest slicked with sweat, and he thought he could take no more. No amount of squeezing on his cock would stop him.
Until Zhou Mi’s lips pressed beneath his ear and Kyuhyun’s eyes went wide behind the blindfold.
“Gorgeous. Kyuhyun, you’re gorgeous. You feel so good. Let me see you come for me.”
Warm hands stroked his arms, his sides. Zhou Mi’s lips sucked marks into his neck, as he fucked Kyuhyun, and sucked him, and touched him, and was touched by him.
Zhou Mi could have done all of it alone. He could have fucked himself, had sex alone with no need for anyone else.
But he’d been with Kyuhyun five years. Five years, and every time was different.
Five years, Kyuhyun thought, as the tentacle in his mouth withdrew and Zhou Mi’s tongue replaced it.
He sucked at Zhou Mi’s tongue, tasted his mouth and felt his hips quicken.
And he screamed as he came, surrounded by Zhou Mi in every way. The tentacle across his neck tightened and he gurgled, gasped, as a second orgasm rocketed after the first. Only with Zhou Mi. Only Zhou Mi. He spasmed into the tentacle sucking him, and Zhou Mi moaned against his cheek and everything stopped but for the thrust of Zhou Mi’s body into him and the shudders as Zhou Mi came inside him.
Kyuhyun felt frozen and dazed, stuck to the sheet by sweat and the lengthy period he’d been in the same position. His hips cried, as Zhou Mi tried to pry his legs straight, and instead of the touch of many, it was the touch of one. Two hands, and a man stretched out beside him.
“Was it good?” Zhou Mi asked, tugging the blindfold free so he could look Kyuhyun in the eye.
Kyuhyun nearly choked on his own saliva, the laugh was so quick as he breathed hard. “Good,” he gurgled. “I now know what it means to feel nearly fucked to death. It was fantastic. I won’t need sex for a month.”
That was completely untrue. As soon as he figured he could maintain an erection, he’d be trying to worm his fingers into Zhou Mi’s shorts. But Zhou Mi chuckled, understanding the sentiment.
“Good,” Zhou Mi said, and became Kyuhyun’s human body pillow as the blanket covered them. “I think I’m getting better at controlling more now.”
“I don’t love you just for your tentacles, you know,” Kyuhyun said, tugging on Zhou Mi’s earlobe. It had become a bit of a joke between them. But it was true.
The kiss Zhou Mi pressed to his swollen lips was soft, almost begging Kyuhyun to meet him. It was a kiss that made his heart hum and turn and heat. Zhou Mi.
“I know,” Zhou Mi whispered, and smiled with him.
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