[Fic] The Year Turns - 1/4
Title: The Year Turns
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (plus some threesomes)
Rating: up to NC-17
Genre: many
Warnings: some have sexual situations and should be marked smut
Summary: Many different prompts and genres from requests. Please read prompts for any warnings.
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Prompt: qmi, breathplay? kyuhyun bottoms :DDD smut
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They couldn’t risk damaging his throat, and the only thing that Zhou Mi truly trusted was his own hands. The first time had been so tentative, and the second. By the third, he’d started to get it, reading Kyuhyun’s body, what he wanted from Zhou Mi. An extra sensation, something more, in Kyuhyun’s case a momentary obstruction of air that sent him higher. As precious as Kyuhyun’s pleasure was, Kyuhyun’s life was even more so, so he trusted himself, trusted what Kyuhyun asked of him. Not every time, but when Kyuhyun wanted it, he was ready.
And Kyuhyun was gorgeous, his thighs wide and body welcoming. They knew each other inside and out, kissing each other, and as Zhou Mi took his body, he stroked Kyuhyun as well, hard and wanting, taking them both towards what they wanted.
“Please,” Kyuhyun gasped, flushed, sweaty, so close.
Not yet. Not yet. He could feel it in how tight Kyuhyun’s body got, how hard he was in Zhou Mi’s hand. His fingertip teased along Kyuhyun’s bottom lip, a tease, and Kyuhyun’s eyes nearly rolled back. That, right then. That was the time. He clamped his hand over Kyuhyun’s mouth, felt him try to inhale as Zhou Mi’s hips moved and he stroked him hard at the same time.
It took only seconds.
Only after Kyuhyun started to come, he eased his hand away from Kyuhyun’s mouth, Kyuhyun’s body convulsing as he breathed and kept coming, shuddering and sweating, moaning the second he had breath to. Zhou Mi’s hand gentled, and stopped entirely as he braced himself to move himself, his eyes on Kyuhyun’s blissful face.
It was inside Kyuhyun that he came, Kyuhyun stroking his neck and crooning at him, a pleased smile on his face.
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Prompt: Qmi. Zhou Mi's less-boney chest makes the perfect pillow. perhaps fluffy lazy morning sex? smut
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All Kyuhyun could hear when he woke was the sound of Zhou Mi’s breathing and the faint thud of his hear, at least part of that evidenced in the way that Zhou Mi’s chest rose and fell under his cheek. It was far and away a quieter and more restful experience that putting his head on Zhou Mi’s stomach, when Zhou Mi’s stomach and gut had a tendency of talking to him.
“You’re thinking really loudly,” Zhou Mi said, just before yawning and stretching like a lanky dog, almost displacing him from his spot.
“You’re waking really enthusiastically,” Kyuhyun said, grumbling as he rolled over and planted his chin. It got him a good view of Zhou Mi’s throat. And it was impossible not to scoot up and nuzzle, feeling Zhou Mi’s hum, and the way he wrapped his arm around Kyuhyun to get him closer.
“That’s nice,” Zhou Mi said, just before Kyuhyun’s teeth gently scraped his skin. “Oh.”
He knew that sound. That expression of interest, sexy little hum that had Kyuhyun reaching for lube. If Zhou Mi was interested, so was he. Though who was he kidding, he was always interested.
He kissed the center of Zhou Mi’s chest as he slid over him, finding a welcome there as Zhou Mi’s legs widened and he pulled Kyuhyun in for a kiss. He stroked himself and Zhou Mi together, feeling Zhou Mi’s moans, his sleep-warm skin. He hummed as he slid into Zhou Mi, Zhou MI pulling him in, kissing his neck, stroking his back. And they moved together as Zhou Mi whispered dirty things into his ear that made him chuckle and moan, and move just a bit quicker.
And after Zhou Mi came, he let himself as well, curling right back up in the spot he’d woken up in, with his head on Zhou Mi’s chest.
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Prompt: Qmi.. geisha theme maybe? Kyu the geisha :DD
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She was beautiful, though that was no surprise, Zhou Mi knew. He had asked for a singer, someone he could speak to. Those who could speak Mandarin fluently were rare, but when she smiled at him, he wondered if they needed words. And when she sang, it was in his own tongue, and even sitting he had to brace himself at the richness of her voice, the quiet thrum of the accompanied strings
He drank what she offered, and finally relaxed.
“I have had a long journey, and negotiations have been hard. My body doesn’t enjoy being on the water, so I have only just learned again how to walk on land that isn’t moving.”
His words would not stop coming, and he stared at his cup instead of her.
“How many days did it take you to cross?”
“A year, it seemed,” and he saw her amusement. “Have you been…?”
“No. But a woman taught me to speak your language, It is a beautiful one, and it took time, but it was worth it.
Yes. It meant she sat with him. When he left he was more intrigued than ever, somehow more steady even from talking to her, but it was only life that would say if they met again.
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Prompt: qmi - loveless
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“We are more than that,” Kyuhyun spat, furious after their last battle at the insinuation that they were somehow less, somehow disconnected. Hadn’t they won? Zhou Mi was one of the strongest fighters he’d seen, staring at his face and listening in awe at times as he crafted his words with care. They were together for a reason. They were stronger together, for a reason.
“Don’t let them get into your head,” Zhou Mi advised, stroking Kyuhyun’s shoulder. “You know how damaging that can be.”
How many times that Zhou Mi had kissed him, gentling when Kyuhyun clung to his arms. But the kiss then wasn’t gentle, and he knew what was driving him. They could be more. As strong as they were, as close as they were, they could be more.
With his cheek pressed against Zhou Mi’s he said, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
Almost since they’d met. He’d had other opportunities, but he hadn’t taken them. Maybe because he knew that it had to be Zhou Mi.
And when he grinned after Zhou Mi kissed him, he felt strong. “You don’t have to protect me here.”
If Zhou Mi had come to him after they had met without his ears, if he had known that someone else had-
“Please.”
Something he had been waiting for, feeling Zhou Mi’s moans against his neck, the warmth of his hands, pulling Zhou Mi in, closer.
And when they found themselves changed, together, Zhou Mi smiled against him.
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Prompt: Is it too late to make a Saturday mini request? How about Victoria goes out drinking with Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi and Changmin? :) Maybe with hints of QMi and Changtoria, plus the hilarity of Changmin having really low alcohol tolerance?
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Kyuhyun wasn’t entirely sure why Zhou Mi kept sending him Significant Glances every time Changmin or Victoria started talking. Every time he tried to ask, sending little smoke signals with his eyes, Zhou Mi just smiled like he had never waggled his eyebrows to begin with.
Of course, Kyuhyun eventually started to get it, given the fact that the space between the two had started gradually closing. So the next time Zhou Mi made eyes at him, he flicked his gaze over and back and Zhou Mi smiled at him, indulgently, like he was a puppy who figured out where the potty pad was.
Watching Zhou Mi and Victoria together was like watching exactly what it was: two good friends who got along and found each other hilarious. It was kind of weird because he and Changmin were friends, and Zhou Mi and Victoria were friends. And he and Zhou Mi were in a group together, and Changmin and Victoria were….
Interested in being in a group together. Maybe.
“We need to do this again soon,” Changmin said.
A few decibels above what it should have been.
And then he was gesturing at Victoria from behind Changmin, mouthing “Noooo mooooore alcohooool” or else the three of them would need to scrape Changmin off the floor. Maybe Changmin saying something he’d regret would be funny in the short term but friends had to look out for friends around people they were clearly wanting to get involved with.
“There aren’t too many guys I can drink under the table,” Victoria said.
Changmin pouted, turning to glare at Kyuhyun.
And leaning against Zhou Mi, Kyuhyun laughed.
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Prompt: qmi.. kyu is frustrated with the amount of teasing mi did lately with his shirtless selcas on twitter
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“Do you know what I think?”
Zhou Mi looked up from his laptop. “I don’t know what you think, Kuixian.”
“I think to compensate for all the naked shoulders you keep posting that you should be naked around here more.”
Kyuhyun wasn’t even looking at him, instead examining a magazine like it was a work of art with his head all tilted.
“How naked?” he asked, his voice so utterly mild for the raging amusement that was going on inside him. “Should I get shirts I can stretch over my shoulders?”
Kyuhyun’s lips quirked. “That’d be kind of weird.”
“Or should I just throw my shirts out the window?”
“I like some of those shirts,” Kyuhyun told him, finally looking up and letting Zhou Mi know that he knew he was being teased. “I like to take you out of some of those shirts.”
“I like them, too. Or do you object to my pants?”
Zhou Mi waggled his knees, covered in planes, trains, and automobiles that his pajamas were printed with.
Kyuhyun just kept grinning. “I like some of those, too. Though, it’s good you just post your shoulders. I think if you posted something without pants… Their lives would never be the same.”
Oh, so when he had on no pants he was life-changing. Zhou Mi put aside his computer, leaned closer, and grinned.
“Tell me more.”
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Prompt: QMi, car racing!AU
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People stared at him in concern when he said he was most at home in his car going faster than most people could imagine. Kyuhyun didn’t really care that they thought he might not be thinking well, because he knew he was. Every race was different, so much strategy going in to each movement, each stop. There were so many things to keep drivers safe, and even that wasn’t a guarantee. But he knew the movement of his car better than he knew the movement of his own legs.
And the man who kept his team going? Looked like he should’ve been flitting around Paris or New York. Zhou Mi was never without his tablet and his stylus, ticking off goals, eyeballing tires, running guys through drills, badgering Kyuhyun about his schedule.
The only time Kyuhyun had really been off kilter at the track had been the time Zhou Mi had been almost too sick to stand. And even then, he’d been croaking to his backup via bluetooth, and trying to keep Kyuhyun together in a very squeaky way. The laugh had felt good. Dressing had felt good. Strapping into his helmet, into his car.
He had to trust it to do what he knew it could, and to trust his crew. The rumble of the car was both soothing and excitement. He’d win it for all of them.
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Prompt: kyuhyun/zhou mi with soulmates
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It could be another continent, another language, decades parting them. Maybe there was more than one, if people believed they’d lived before.
Some people gave up, settling for what others would consider second best. It didn’t mean that the love wasn’t real, wasn’t true and abiding. But they did not know what they were missing, and lived content without it for many years, some even to the very end.
There was no blaring alarm, no physical sign, like a turkey timer popping up when their search was over. Millions walked past the person most right for them every day and never knew. It was heartbreaking to imagine.
Kyuhyun watched a man lifting a delicate teacup to his mouth, his eyelids sweeping down in enjoyment of fine white tea in it. It was one of the most expensive they had, and he sat with his fingers on the teapot hand, watching. His name was Zhou Mi, visiting the city from almost six hundred miles away.
“I walk past this place every morning, and have for almost two weeks,” Zhou Mi said. “Today, I couldn’t help myself when looked at the sign. I couldn’t keep walking by. Were you here all that time?”
Kyuhyun shook his head. “I was away, to the beach until today. You would not have seen me.”
“I think I did not come here for a cup of tea,” Zhou Mi said.
If the way he felt compelled to lean closer meant anything, Kyuhyun knew he had not.
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Prompt: mini-request: qmi date night. dodging sasaengs as they venture out in search of munchies and booze, then cuddling on the couch, ignoring whatever movie they're "watching" in favor of drunken tickle fights and making out
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Contrary to logic, Kyuhyun got more ticklish when he was drunk, not less. Perhaps because some of that watchful stoic innocence that he showed to strangers seemed to melt, and that left mile-wide openings to sneak into. For tickling. Just tickling. Right then, anyway.
Getting to go out on a date was blissful happenstance that meant a lot of planning. Zhou Mi, by reason of his proportions and sartorial choices, tended not to blend in. Kyuhyun, since he was plastered liberally across many TV screens was like a beacon to aunties and fans alike. Restaurants that had private seating were always good choices, or at least dark corners or back entrances. No one stared at them like they were actually going on a date when they asked, and just assumed they wanted privacy because of their relative celebrity. Kyuhyun had the harder time getting to where Zhou Mi was without someone following or spotting him, but they managed at least few times a month. Some meetings weren’t quite as clandestine.
Sometimes, they just wanted to go to the store and buy food.
Zhou Mi wore a ball cap, waiting as Kyuhyun skipped up the subway steps wearing a beanie, and glasses that made him look about ten years older. It was… It was not a bad look, though Zhou Mi couldn’t focus on that. Zhou Mi slouched into the store first, grabbing a hand basket, and planting himself in the aisle of chips and assorted snacks. And then Kyuhyun arrived, chortling at the way he was bent over. He hit Kyuhyun’s knee, and Kyuhyun kicked the back of his shoe, but they each picked out a couple of things, moving to refrigerated section for drinks.
“How much can you handle?” Kyuhyun asked, weighing down the basket.
Zhou Mi was insulted.
And he also played wall, standing in front of Kyuhyun at the register and blocking his purchases in case anyone was outside. They never really knew. Zhou Mi slipped on his sunglasses, and away they went, heading off like thieves in the night to Zhou Mi’s place, one place they could usually get into without too much trouble.
They ducked into an alley at the sight of a flash, and Kyuhyun looked at him as they kept walking. “Was that a flash?”
“I don’t know,” Zhou Mi said. So they circled around. Home free.
The couch was nice at least, the movie on and bags tucked around them. They tapped their glasses together, settling in for comfort.
They emptied one bottle, then two. A bag fell away, empty. Kyuhyun got closer, progressively, like a slow-moving landslide.
And there was they hyena laugh when Zhou Mi’s fingers wiggled into Kyuhyun’s armpit.
“You’re drunk,” Zhou Mi said.
“No. Nope. No.” Kyuhyun said, tacking on an extra for good measure, his face very solemn.
And he laughed against Zhou Mi’s face at the fingers teasing his belly.
“No! You are!”
An empty bottle falling over and not breaking was the only near-casualty in the war. Fingers digging too hard, sliding too fast, laughs snorted into shoulders and bellowed out as they tried to play defense and offense at the same time. He ended up honking truce into Kyuhyun’s chest, even though he had the upper hand. He just couldn’t breathe, giggling too hard.
“Pretty,” Kyuhyun said, grabbing one of Zhou Mi’s cheeks and stretching it.
He poked out his lips instead, getting Kyuhyun right up against him and pressing a sloppy kiss against his mouth.
“Mmm-mmm. You’re pretty,” Zhou Mi said.
“Too drunk to argue,” Kyuhyun said. “You’re pretty.”
Like that was that.
“Then you are drunk.”
Kyuhyun exhaled hard. “No.”
But he spread over Zhou Mi like hot butter, climbing over him until Zhou Mi could hold him steady. Slow, wet kisses backdropped by the movie that was maybe still on the TV. All he cared about was the soft warm skin of Kyuhyun’s lower back against his hands, sucking at Kyuhyun’s tongue and listening to his soft moans.
He vaguely heard a voice saying something about a room. Get a room? Kyuhyun started laughing against his mouth, and then against his shoulder, and Zhou Mi squeezed his hand.
“It’s the credits,” Zhou Mi said, squinting at the screen. Kyuhyun snuffled in his sleep in response.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun challenges some pro-gamer guy at a game and loses because Zhou Mi decides that determined-Kyu = sexy-Kyu and 'distracts' him
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Kyuhyun at full focus was a force to be reckoned with. Zhou MI had seen him staring at managers, directors, and it was as though his mind was setting instructions in concrete, reading secret messages in the air. Kyuhyun when he was gaming had all of that focus, heaped on by several trucks-full of determination, and occasional outbursts.
“No, no, no,” Kyuhyun said, almost under his breath, as he arranged his forces how he pleased.
Zhou Mi’s intent had only been to watch, and Kyuhyun always allowed that so far as he didn’t distract him. Sometimes having an audience actually spurred him, sending gilded grins in Zhou Mi’s direction when he succeeded. Getting to play someone professional, a “real challenge” as Kyuhyun put it, was a reason to have said audience.
Zhou Mi appropriately oohed and ahed over him, and accepted that he was whatever a real challenge was not.
But sometimes it was really too much, whether Kyuhyun’s jaw was loose, his whole focus on the screen, or when it was set and ready as though the computer was going to land a punch. Zhou Mi leaned closer, intending to see the screen better, or maybe the flat focus in Kyuhyun’s eyes, and ended up breathing in his shoulder. He’d switched scents to something Zhou Mi didn’t recognize, which was unusual in itself, and it forced him to inhale a few more times just to get the full measure of it. It was nice. He was going to seek it out to see what it was after Kyuhyun was done. As it was, Kyuhyun was humming deep in his throat, a mixture of denial and self-encouragement.
And he gasped, when Zhou Mi’s lips brushed his neck a second time, taking that long to sink into his distracted mind.
“What-“
“Sorry,” Zhou Mi said. He mostly meant it. The hand on Kyuhyun’s hip was meant as bracing encouragement, and yet still he squeezed and enjoyed the feel of Kyuhyun’s body. He let up when Kyuhyun cursed and shifted, staring up at the screen and no really comprehending what had caused that kind of a reaction.
He watched Kyuhyun’s fingers move and bit his lip, knowing how they could grip and tease.
“You’re breathing on me,” Kyuhyun said, his voice sounding a bit brittle.
“Sorry.”
“Are you?”
That wasn’t Kyuhyun’s gaming voice. It was his aroused reluctantly or not voice.
He would have moved himself away, except for when Kyuhyun cursed, hit a few keys with excessive force, and closed his laptop.
“He’s giving me a rematch,” Kyuhyun said, and Zhou Mi didn’t resist when Kyuhyun pressed him flat onto the bed.
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Prompt: have you ever read a eunhae fic called love like chocolate? i really like the story.. they're both chef competing with each other can you write a qmi ver of it please?? :3
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The kitchen was huge, gorgeous and gleaming, spotless after a good clean after the previous night’s dinner service. Knives had been sharpened, the grill scrubbed, frying pans washed and waiting. In twenty minutes, the first staff would arrive to start prepping for the night’s service, an endless cycle of preparation, work, completion. Each night had to be the same as the last if not better, quality never shirked. Kyuhyun was there early because he wanted to feel the kitchen with the wide stainless steel table for preparing multiple dishes at once. The kitchen was just one component of the restaurant, but he did not run the front of house. His name was not on the door. But it was still a place he could make his name at.
Though there was a problem, and it was a problem he’d not expected: he was not the head chef. When he’d started at the very bottom, he’d waited to raise up through the ranks, becoming someone’s sous chef, and then heading up a kitchen of his own. In such a large kitchen, the owner had instead opted for two chefs which Kyuhyun rather thought was like putting two bulls in with the herd. One could get the job done, two became a liability to the herd and each other. Chefs, right or wrong, did not have a reputation of working well with others.
“Good morning.”
Kyuhyun heard, but he did not turn, hearing Zhou Mi’s voice. His equal. His rival.
It would have been so much easier if Zhou Mi had been in charge of pastries. At least he could have been dismissed from Kyuhyun’s mind. As it was, they needed to know each other’s portions of the menu for those nights where one of them worked but not the other. Zhou Mi’s side of the menu veered more toward a Chinese-Thai fusion, whereas Kyuhyun’s was more classically French with a Korean twist. Zhou Mi’s food was good, and that made Kyuhyun both nervous, and engendered respect. If Zhou Mi’s menu proved the more popular, Kyuhyun could find himself out of a job, or reduced nearly to Zhou Mi’s apprentice. And he’d worked too hard for that.
The prep stations were filled with the freshest ingredients, waiting for the service to begin. Soups simmered, meat roasted and braised, and it was the calm before the inevitable rush. Tickets first trickling in, and then faster.
“Do you think this will end up with just one of us here?” Kyuhyun asked, as they read over the night’s printouts, which dishes had sold more, what they would need to order more of, how to adjust their prep.
Zhou Mi looked up from his own sheet, a smile touching his face. He could look angry or sly with just a quick tilt of his eyebrows, but it was pure amusement right then.
“You have your own staff, your own side of the kitchen. I think we can make this restaurant a success if we put our minds to it.”
That wasn’t what Kyuhyun had asked.
He’d seen Zhou Mi take over that night, showing a cook how he wanted the dish prepared, so they knew how to do it next time. They’d had the bark of the expediter, the perpetual hum of servers coming and going, rattle of plates and cutlery waiting to be washed. Zhou Mi hadn’t left the kitchen until everything had been in order, leaving the last of the cleaning up to be done. Kyuhyun respected that, as well. It was something Zhou Mi’s staff would respect, too, even if Zhou Mi couldn’t do it every night.
To be the head of a kitchen was to be in control of the food that was put out. Everything to specification. They were only as good as the worst dish they put out.
And though Zhou Mi’s words were platitudes, when he smiled, Kyuhyun knew he understood. They were on the same side, in theory. And until that changed, they would figure out how to make it work.
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Prompt: Jia-Kyu plotting together to make their friend Mi's birthday the best ever! \o/ //gives you puppy eyes
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“Ice cream,” Kyuhyun said.
“Karaoke,” Jia added.
“He likes cake.”
“Should we show him a horror movie?”
Kyuhyun grinned. “Puppies.”
That made Jia laugh in delight. “Yes. We could have dessert at a dog cafe! And then take him shopping-“
“One store, or that’s the whole day,” Kyuhyun warned.
Jia rolled her eyes but was nodding as she grinned. “We should get take-out from his favorite restaurant, and maybe get him a massage. Not for that day, but later, since we don’t actually want him to fall asleep on us.”
She kindly did not point out that it was usually Kyuhyun falling asleep on Zhou Mi, though the pointed look had Kyuhyun looking back to his own list.
“Dogs. Food. Things. Singing. We should buy him a big mic plushie so he doesn’t feel left out when he’s not singing.”
“It’s his birthday. He should sing all the songs. Unfortunately we can’t bring Thailand to him, but-”
“At least he’s surrounded by people he likes.”
“Full of yourself?” Jia asked, knowing he meant the whole group of Zhou Mi’s friends and not himself. Kyuhyun just scoffed. “Then we take him back, turn out the lights, start up the horror movie. Hopefully listen to him squeal.”
“Who’s going to end up afraid in his lap first?” Kyuhyun asked, raising his eyebrows as they pondered their guest list.
Jia high-fived him. Basically, their plan was perfect. Operation Zhou Mi’s Perfect Birthday was going to be a success.
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Prompt: When Zhou Mi is bored, he sends Kyuhyun pictures. Not all of these pictures/texts are appropriate to open in public places (qmi sexting or phone-sexing or something in that area)
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When Kyuhyun’s phone buzzed to alert him of an incoming text, he thought nothing of it. When he saw it was from Zhou Mi, he actually perked up while his hair was being worked on.
When he opened it, it was a picture of Zhou Mi in a robe that Kyuhyun was not sure was tied, though the picture cut off just before he really could see.
He choked. He hid the phone against his shirt. He peeled it away and read the message that went with it. “Miss you.”
Kyuhyun attempted to cool his cheeks with his hands until his appointment ended.
Kyuhyun wasn’t a slow study. He picked up that he needed to be cautious opening Zhou Mi’s texts after that. It wasn’t like the pictures always had skin, and they were never inappropriate to the point of being totally condemning. Some were just really suggestive, like the lollipops that Zhou Mi had, dragging them over his lips. The red ones were the worst since they made Zhou Mi’s lips look a little bruised, like he’d been roughed up while kissing or doing whatever else they could get up to.
“You need a hobby,” Kyuhyun texted back.
All he got back was a winking emoticon.
Two could play that game. He sent Zhou Mi a picture trying on jeans for an event, of course the picture was over his shoulder so Zhou Mi could see the way they fit.
He’d gotten back a picture of Zhou Mi frowning and clutching a pillow in his lap, and oh, he’d laughed. He had enough collarbone pictures, pouty lips, and bedroom eyes. Then there was the arch of Zhou Mi’s neck, and his upper back, and the curve of his thigh under his robe. It kept him both frustrated and amused.
If it was a game, it was a game Zhou Mi was winning.
“Come rub them for me,” Zhou Mi texted with a picture of his shoulders.
“I’m restless,” with a picture of his legs.
“So hungry,” with just a close-up of his lips pulled tight around a lollipop.
With a picture of him pretending to be kissing the phone, Kyuhyun wrote back, “Be home soon.”
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Prompt: qmi this time!! \O/ As new/relatively new dads or just daddies in general~~<3 or even better, daddies sending their baby off on his/her first day of school~~~ /wibbles at you
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First day of school meant that they had checklists. They had a Week Before checklist, a Day Before checklist, and a Morning Of one, too. School supplies and clothes had to be bought, which was always a challenge with a little boy whose proportions didn’t seem to match the clothes. Junghwan was a tall kid, no surprise, and he’d been spectacularly unimpressed with the whole shopping experience. They’d basically had to bribe him, between the shopping and the hair cut.
“I’m outnumbered in my own house,” Zhou Mi said so only Kyuhyun could hear.
The day before, Junghwan’s little bag was packed, his clothes for his first day - his choice, at least partly - laid out. Kyuhyun was up three hours early, to make all of Junghwan’s favorite foods to tuck into his little lunch box. It wasn’t as though he’d ever eaten away from them, since he’d spent time with both their parents, but it was hard because it wasn’t just one day.
“He was a baby yesterday,” Kyuhyun said, his head on Zhou Mi’s shoulder just before they woke Junghwan up. He’d been so tiny, put in Zhou Mi’s arms, all gums and red crying face, and indignant arms. Okay, so he looked liked that last week, too, just now he had teeth and words, and could slip between them and give them the cruelest puppy-dog eyes imaginable.
Kyuhyun made faces at Junghwan in the mirror and made him giggle as he brushed his teeth after breakfast, slipping into his shirt and sweater, and letting Zhou Mi fuss with his hair.
“I think you’re ready,” Zhou Mi said, smiling down at him, and the smile Junghwan sent back was game, if a bit less excited.
They’d had a conversation wondering if both of them taking him to the bus would be overwhelming, if just one of them should, and they’d even flipped a coin for it.
The coin disappeared under a bookshelf. That had been the end of that discussion.
So Kyuhyun carried Junghwan’s lunch box, and gripped one of his hands, while Zhou Mi held the other as the bus pulled up. Zhou Mi was absently talking about things, how much fun he’d have, how nice his teacher was. He remembered sitting on the floor waiting for Junghwan to lumber across in his excited baby crawl. And then again not that many months later on unsteady feet as Zhou Mi tottered behind Junghwan with arms outstretched and eyes wide.
“I’ll be here to meet you when you get back,” Kyuhyun promised, and Junghwan nodded.
“Bye, Daddy. Bye, Baba.”
They each got a quick hug, and he was on the bus, waving as it pulled away.
“He’s going to graduate high school tomorrow,” Kyuhyun said, staring at the empty street.
“In about thirteen years,” Zhou Mi contradicted in his a companionable tone that had Kyuhyun bumping against his hip. “They’ll call if he has any trouble."
At least cleaning up the disaster he’d made of the kitchen helped pass the time, until he was waiting on anxious feet for his son to dive out of the bus and into his arms, full of stories of his new school adventures.
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Prompt: kyuhyun and zhou mi; caught having phone sex whilst seperated for schedules smut
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“Tell me what you’re wearing. Or not wearing. I’m not picky,” Kyuhyun teased into the phone,
It was so easy to picture, Zhou Mi stretched out on his bed, getting himself hard just by listening to Kyuhyun’s voice. He asked once if his songs did it to him, and that was apparently a different emotion, though after, who knew. Kyuhyun could live with that. It wasn’t like most of the songs he sang were meant to be provocative.
Zhou Mi had the leisure of being loud, whereas Kyuhyun was trying to be quiet, holed up in a hotel room with only a certain amount of time to get off and get Zhou Mi off, too. He thanked whoever taught Zhou Mi filthy expressions because he was pressing his heated face into the pillow and panting after a sprint to finish.
“You sound so nice,” Zhou Mi sighed, and Kyuhyun understood. It was better together.
“Now you,” he said, humming against his phone and making kissing noises that made Zhou Mi laugh and moan at the same time.
“Oh yeah. Just like that. Zhou Mi. Want me to touch?”
“Yes,” Zhou Mi murmured. “Gorgeous hands.”
“When he has his clothes on again, tell Zhou Mi hi,” Heechul said. “I’m going to shower.”
Kyuhyun’s head shot up, not realizing Heechul had come in, sinking deeper into the blankets and trying to dissolve under the bed at that.
“You like that?” Zhou Mi asked when Kyuhyun made a sound of death.
“Keep going,” he said, his voice small, until he heard the shower turn on.
It was only after Zhou Mi was done that he told Zhou Mi what had happened. Zhou Mi nearly laughed himself sick while Kyuhyun attempted to smother himself.
“Tell him hi for me, too,” Zhou Mi said. “You don’t have to tell him I’m still naked.”
No. That was for him. Though it was still to be seen if he could look Heechul in the eye.
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Prompt: can i still ask for a fic request? qmi meeting again for the first time after their bad break up from years ago and then they decided to give it another try (basically just a broken qmi at the beginning but still a 'happily ever after' ending haha ) thank you and let me shower you with love <3
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“You know Zhou Mi, don’t you?”
Kyuhyun’s heart stuttered, his throat seizing on a swallow as Zhou Mi turned. Yes. He knew Zhou Mi. Though his hair was different, a different cut and color, his shoulders broad under a crisp black jacket. His face had matured, the contours of it, but it remained mostly as it had been, in that moment blank, regal and haughty as only Zhou Mi could be.
“Yes, Kyuhyun and I know each other.”
It was only luck that kept him from flinching at the use of his name, even as he nodded at their host to agree. He didn’t trust his voice, not yet. He’d seen Zhou Mi a couple of times, but they’d been at a distance.
“I hope you’ve been well,” Zhou Mi said, when they were alone.
And from Zhou Mi, he could believe that.
“Well enough. You?”
“The same,” Zhou Mi said. “If you’ll excuse me?”
Kyuhyun watched, unable not to, as Zhou Mi crossed the room to greet a man who smiled up at him as Zhou Mi too his arm. And that was when Kyuhyun turned, unable to watch any further.
***
Kyuhyun had a lot of memories from that day. One thing he was too familiar with with Zhou Mi’s tender heart, the way he sobbed at happy movies, lolling to the side as Kyuhyun teased him. But the tears that day weren’t happy tears. Anger. Shock. Frustration. Sadness.
“Kuixian.”
He didn’t know how it was possible to want too much until Zhou Mi, and how badly it scarred him to shove it all back. They came to a point where they either forged on together, or they took opposite paths. He knew which one Zhou Mi wanted, and that fact alone scared him. To protect himself, he chose the other. Zhou Mi wanted time to accomplish the things he needed to, and Kyuhyun had none to give, so he let Zhou Mi go.
Instead of the happy memories of Zhou Mi’s voice, he remembered the scathing hurt, face wet and eyes determined.
And months later, when a friend of a friend spoke of Zhou Mi’s new boyfriend, excusing himself to the bathroom and doubling over with his fingers dug into his thighs. Everything he felt right then, he wasn’t allowed. Jealousy, hurt, regret. They ticked through him, notching into the raw places. Zhou Mi had moved on, and he hadn’t. He hadn’t.
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Kyuhyun’s social circle had grown smaller after the break up. Some saw Kyuhyun’s impatience and Zhou Mi’s pain, others Kyuhyun’s fear and Zhou Mi’s insistence. Every story had two sides. He didn’t let anyone speak ill of Zhou Mi around him. But time was supposed to heal it. He didn’t wake up in the middle of the night feeling like he’d had his spleen ripped out, and he could hear Zhou Mi’s name without a clutching burn. But things always changed. It was one social event, and then two, and then Zhou Mi joining people Kyuhyun didn’t even know he knew. Kyuhyun laughed at one Zhou Mi’s subtle, biting little jokes, and got an amused glance for it, and then spent time at home cursing himself. What exactly had time cured, when he couldn’t stop the elation, the stupid hope of validation.
“You’ve done well,” Zhou Mi told him. “I’m glad you got the position you wanted.”
Kyuhyun nodded, fingers twisting in his jacket pocket. “You too.”
Zhou Mi had traveled the world, had his face in magazines, got invited to important things.
They fell into a silence just short of awkward, as Kyuhyun’s mind raced for something to say. Zhou Mi beat him to it.
“Ryeowook says you’re not dating.”
“No,” Kyuhyun said, swallowing around the tickle in his throat. “Not really, since- Ah. A few times. I went on a few dates, I mean. But no. I’m glad you have.”
He did wince, both because he sounded stupid and the last was verging on lying. Did he want Zhou Mi to be happy, yes, was he particularly happy with Zhou Mi dating, not really. Sure it’d been years, but Zhou Mi’s face didn’t change, no raise eyebrows at the fact that a few dates was all Kyuhyun had had since the end of them. He kept expecting maybe it’d happen, but he couldn’t say he’d been looking very hard.
“A few people,” Zhou Mi agreed. “Nothing serious. You heard about me dating?”
“People would talk. Tell me things, even if I didn’t ask,” Kyuhyun said, his ears heating.
“I had a right to.”
Kyuhyun’s head shot up, meeting Zhou Mi’s eyes. “I know that! I didn’t say you- Just because I fucked up didn’t mean you had to be miserable. I didn’t want you to be miserable.”
That was probably the most truthful thing he’d said.
“I thought you’d have found someone,” Zhou Mi murmured.
The chuckle was so bitter, like acid burning in his throat. And he was a coward, because he stood before he spoke.
“I guess it was pretty hard to improve on you. I have to-“
So he ran. Walked, really. Wobbled, on aimless legs. He didn’t run into any doors, but he retreated as far away as he could, out onto the street and down the sidewalk, willing his churning stomach to settle. It was good. He’d said something he needed to say. Maybe he should’ve told Zhou Mi he wanted him to be happy, let him go of anything he might still feel, but he’d gotten close. But that was conceit, imagining Zhou Mi still felt anything at all. It wasn’t like Kyuhyun’s feelings were exactly the same, because they’d mellowed and worn down, the painful ones especially. Apparently a few years and a handful of dates wasn’t enough to erase everything else. Maybe never falling out of love with Zhou Mi was his punishment for hurting him.
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When Kyuhyun opened his door to find Zhou Mi there, his hair windblown, he had to steady himself with the door. Zhou Mi’s face wasn’t careful, some professional mask. His eyes were wide and searching, as though he could see every hurt Kyuhyun was hiding, every secret dream, and regret, and Kyuhyun was helpless but to stand there and let him.
He couldn’t help the sound with Zhou Mi’s fingers brushed his cheek, or when Zhou Mi’s arms went around his neck and Kyuhyun buried his face in Zhou Mi’s collar. He inhaled and nearly shuddered. He smelled the same, bright and crisp and clean. Clean cloth, and soft, warm neck.
“I’m so sorry,” Kyuhyun gasped, and for a moment hoped Zhou Mi knew what he meant.
“I pushed you too hard.”
No. No, no, no. “I should’ve been willing to wait.”
“You waited anyway,” Zhou Mi said, shaking him.
He muffled his laugh of irony into Zhou Mi’s skin, and felt the wet as Zhou Mi’s head pressed closer.
And he hated himself for making Zhou Mi cry again.
Kyuhyun adjusted his arms around Zhou Mi’s ribs, he felt the solidness of him, the encompassing warmth his hugs had always held.
“I miss talking to you,” Zhou Mi said, his voice thick, and Kyuhyun nodded, blinking fast and gripping Zhou Mi’s shirt to the point of pain. “I have a lot to tell you about… everything.”
He wanted that. Feared that. Craved it.
“Would you-“ Kyuhyun started, and the words were choked out of him, unable to figure out what he wanted to say, if he was allowed to, if he could.
“Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” Zhou Mi asked.
He didn’t ask why Zhou Mi would want to, when he reminded himself to keep breathing, when Zhou Mi maybe made that hard by squeezing him tighter. Then again, when they were holding each other like that, he didn’t have to ask.
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Prompt: Kyu gets sulky about Mi calling Vic his soulmate in his weibo post :((
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“Soulmate?”
It was approximately the fifteenth time that Kyuhyun had said that word, sounding it out like it was something unfamiliar to him, as though it wasn’t something he and Zhou Mi had discussed in the past like rational human beings.
“Yes,” Zhou Mi replied, and watched Kyuhyun’s lips stick out like he was trying to think of something to say.
“Okay.”
And then twenty minutes later, “So, Victoria is your soulmate?”
“Is there something you’d rather I call her?”
There was best friend, which fit pretty well, but didn’t tell the whole story. They supported each other, listened to all the bad stuff, celebrated all the good stuff. She got him in a way most people didn’t. Kyuhyun got him in a different, though important way. It didn’t make Kyuhyun less.
Of course, Kyuhyun didn’t have an alternative, frowning into his keyboard and not complaining when Zhou Mi started rubbing his shoulders.
“You’re not jealous are you?”
“It’s not like you’re dating her,” Kyuhyun muttered.
That delighted Zhou Mi into a laugh. “You’re right, I’m not. She’s different.”
“But soulmate?”
Zhou Mi dropped a kiss to the top of Kyuhyun’s head. “You can have more than one,” he said.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun plots with Zhou Mi on how to sneak him into England illegally. While Zhou Mi fills out his visa application online.
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“A suitcase would probably be a bad idea, right?”
“If I want to arrive still breathing and humanly warm,” Zhou Mi agreed, making several clicks with the mouse. He couldn’t do everything that way. He actually had to go, but doing something kept some of the fear of disappointment away.
“What about if we get a really big dog carrier and a costume?”
Zhou Mi huffed out a laugh. “Woof?”
Kyuhyun lobbed a sock at his head. “You’re not helping. In dramas they get to share IDs and get people wherever they need to.”
“I’m sure they’d be amused if someone not on the contract showed up.”
“We could say you’re a mannequin. Or a robot! A marionette?”
Zhou Mi considered each of those ideas.
“Who controls my strings?”
“Me. Like I always do.”
They scoffed at each other, and Zhou Mi rested his chin in his hand. “Too bad you don’t have a brother.”
Kyuhyun perked up, and Zhou Mi held up a hand, because he knew the next words out of Kyuhyun’s mouth would be suggested he dress up like Kyuhyun’s sister. If that’d work, great, but it made the dog carrier idea look a little more ideal.
“Something’ll get figured out,” Zhou Mi said, squeezing Kyuhyun’s hand. “One time. It has to.”
And Kyuhyun nodded, believing in him.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi's weibo post about Kyuhyun calling him handsome) Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi take turn fishing for compliments and flirting, Donghae is a third wheel that want too much attention
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“What’s your favorite shirt of mine,” Kyuhyun asked, ranging himself out to the best of his current shirt’s display. Zhou Mi barely kept his eyes off of Kyuhyun’s waistline because there was a sliver of skin there that he liked.
“I like all of them. Even the sweaters,” Zhou Mi said, smiling. He liked most imagining helping Kyuhyun out of them. “What about mine?”
Kyuhyun stared at his chest for a long moment, and had Zhou Mi worried that he was going so say something bad. “That see-through one…”
Donghae burst out laughing beside them and they both stared - at least until Donghae leaned over Kyuhyun’s lap to show Zhou Mi the funny story on his phone.
“I could get another one of those,” Zhou Mi said over Donghae’s hair. “You’d look good in that.”
Kyuhyun’s face seemed to change color a bit and Zhou Mi’s grin grew wider.
“This is too good,” Donghae said, slapping his hand on Zhou Mi’s leg.
“Mask or no mask?” Kyuhyun said, nudging Zhou Mi’s arm after he’d agreed that Donghae’s phone was funny.
“I don’t know how you look good with it,” Zhou Mi said slyly. “But you look better without. I like to see….everything.”
“That’s gross,” Donghae put in, still across both their laps.
But he could tell Kyuhyun was smiling.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi tries different ways to make Kyuhyun go to sleep earlier because Kyuhyun is very obviously exhausted.
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Warm things helped people to go to sleep, and that was something Zhou Mi tried first. Kyuhyun was obviously exhausted, the way his head bobbled around on his neck, the way he frowned in a way that told Zhou Mi he was struggling to keep his eyes open. Herbal tea, was his first attempt.
Kyuhyun drank it, but it got him nowhere.
Cajoling also was a total bust, because to Kyuhyun it was nagging and he was a rather perverse creature at times. Sometimes telling him what he should do ended up with him doing exactly the opposite.
Suggesting a shower didn’t work. Nor did covering Kyuhyun’s legs with a blanket, rubbing his earlobes, or kissing the back of his hand.
“Just a while longer,” Kyuhyun said, his voice creaky with tiredness.
Snatching Kyuhyun’s laptop away would be just asking for trouble, so he didn't even consider it.
Strolling around the room in only a towel got him barely a glance.
Zhou Mi attempted not to be too offended by that since a focused Kyuhyun was generally very focused. Sometimes that was on him, and sometimes it wasn’t.
In the end, he abandoned the towel and climbed under the blankets, staring at the ceiling illuminated by Kyuhyun’s screen.
He’d nearly fallen asleep himself when he felt the blankets stir, and a warm Kyuhyun snuggled into his side.
“You looked comfortable,” Kyuhyun said into his neck.
Well if that was all he’d had to do. He’d remember that for the future.
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Prompt: qmi - cooking
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“This is a special Zhou Mi tutorial,” Zhou Mi said, tying his apron with a flourish. “How to fry rice.”
Kyuhyun, holding his own orange and red flowered apron, looked a bit bemused.
“I mean, I know? I’ve done it before, but…”
“But you don’t want anyone to know so you don’t have to do it a bunch, right?” Zhou Mi asked, seeing right through that. “I promise, it’ll just be between you and me.”
“You just want to pretend you’re on a cooking show on TV,” Kyuhyun came back, injuring him in the worst way.
Kind of because it was true. But he didn’t lower himself to respond.
“First we start with eggs,” Zhou Mi said instead.
“I thought we had to start with rice. Ow!”
Zhou Mi tucked the towel he’d smacked into Kyuhyun back into his belt. “The rice is in the fridge from yesterday. Keep up.”
“Right. Eggs. You’ll never get a cooking show like that.”
Kyuhyun rubbed his thigh and gave him a terrible look that had Zhou Mi wanting to pet his hair and feed him chocolates.
“Eggs,” Zhou Mi said, because his heart was traitorous. And the pan sizzled.
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Zhou Mi had a leg up in that he knew what Kyuhyun liked in his fried rice, so he made it just to specifications. It meant he had Kyuhyun in a blissful food coma leaning against him after he’d fed Kyuhyun the last few bites of his own helping.
“Someone cooked?” came the indignant shout from the kitchen.
“Zhou Mi!” he and Kyuhyun shouted in unison. And Kyuhyun grinned at him.
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Prompt: Could I get something about Zhou Mi being especially flexible and Kyuhyun enjoying this (or fantasizing vividly about enjoying it?) Something smutty, if you'd be so kind as to indulge me ;v; smut
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The thing about it was, Zhou Mi looked like a stick. He looked like he should have been unable to reach his toes, much less to be able to contort himself in various seemingly inhuman formations. It was the yoga, Kyuhyun was pretty sure about that. All the stretching, and the way he kept bending over and making himself really…appealing.
Kyuhyun exhaled and tried to lower his heart rate. He was fully capable of being rational about this.
Okay, no he wasn’t, because Zhou Mi was on the floor stretching, his knee up to his ear and looking up with some kind of weird concerned expression when Kyuhyun made a sound.
“How far can you bend over?” Kyuhyun asked, appalled at the imagery that was- No, he was the very furthest thing from appalled.
“What?” Zhou Mi asked, all breathless and hot.
“How far can you-“ Kyuhyun swallowed. “I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re done. Naked.”
Zhou Mi had pulled that on him a few times before, and it had worked. Usually it got him to speed up whatever he was doing or stop altogether. And he was right, because he had just barely flopped into the unmade bed when Zhou Mi came in like a man with a purpose. Which was good, because Kyuhyun was hard and he wasn’t all that interested in waiting.
“What were you asking me about out there?” Zhou Mi asked, shaking his tank top off one arm and yanking at his clingy workout pants with the other. No negotiations, just right down to business.
“I’ll show you,” Kyuhyun promised. He wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be possible, or not, but he was really, really hoping.
But he didn’t have to think long, because he had an arm full of warm, interested man before he could blink, sliding over him and whispering filthy things against his mouth.
“You hard for me? I’ll make you feel good.”
Kyuhyun was hoping. And as he moaned against Zhou Mi’s tongue, he got a hand between them, wanting Zhou Mi nice and hard. Unsurprisingly, there was a place he was wanting that. And he laughed as Zhou Mi went a bit unsteady, nipping at Kyuhyun’s chin and squeezing and rubbing at Kyuhyun’s thighs as he wiggled between them.
“What brought this on?” Zhou Mi asked.
“You,” Kyuhyun said. “I saw you out there all…flexible.”
And his breath hitched as two of Zhou Mi’s fingers slid into him.
“Yeah? I do that every day.”
“Yeah. But today I just…” He palmed Zhou Mi’s ass. “I had to have it.”
Zhou Mi made a sound into his neck, a sound suspiciously like a laugh. “In which way are you having it?”
He bit Zhou Mi’s ear in response to that, and closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of Zhou Mi sliding into him.
“Every way,” Kyuhyun bit out. And when Zhou Mi hummed, letting his hips nestle against Kyuhyun’s, Kyuhyun wondered. “Can you…”
Sometimes Zhou Mi’s eyes looked huge, and that moment was one of those times. He almost forgot his question just looking at Zhou Mi’s face. That was enough to do the trick right there. Just right there.
“Can I…?”
Kyuhyun gestured to his cock, waiting some attention. Zhou Mi’s eyebrows rose. “You know. Are you bendy enough to…”
“At the same time?” Zhou Mi asked. “Oh.”
Yeah. Oh. He was pretty sure every guy had tried out of curiosity to see if they could reach, but Kyuhyun couldn’t. And he became progressively further away with age. Not that he was admitting that. But Zhou Mi was some kind of master with rubber bones or something, and he was going to flatter himself but the size of his ass and length of his cock got him a heck of a lot closer for Zhou Mi.
He actually held his breath as Zhou Mi wriggled and braced himself, pulling back his torso and lowering his head.
And he gurgled at the feeling of Zhou Mi’s lips against his cock, even while Zhou Mi was inside of him. And then Zhou Mi’s lips around him, sucking at him.
Not very much, granted, but enough for him to feel it.
“Best boyfriend ever,” he gasped.
Zhou Mi snorted against his stomach.
“No really. I’ll stop being a sloth and doing yoga with you every day. Maybe I can start doing that to you.”
Zhou Mi’s head rose, and then he was gasping. “What. Are you trying to kill me?”
“Not if you don’t stop.”
“That is going to take some practice, even for me.” Zhou Mi’s eyebrows rose at him. “Though I’m willing if you are.”
Considering Zhou Mi’s hips were making his eyes cross, he was definitely willing.
“Though. It takes a lot of effort. It’s kind of hard.”
“With your mouth, it always is,” Kyuhyun sighed.
And then he pulled Zhou Mi, laughing far too much, in for a kiss.
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On to more fic!
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Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (plus some threesomes)
Rating: up to NC-17
Genre: many
Warnings: some have sexual situations and should be marked smut
Summary: Many different prompts and genres from requests. Please read prompts for any warnings.
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Prompt: qmi, breathplay? kyuhyun bottoms :DDD smut
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They couldn’t risk damaging his throat, and the only thing that Zhou Mi truly trusted was his own hands. The first time had been so tentative, and the second. By the third, he’d started to get it, reading Kyuhyun’s body, what he wanted from Zhou Mi. An extra sensation, something more, in Kyuhyun’s case a momentary obstruction of air that sent him higher. As precious as Kyuhyun’s pleasure was, Kyuhyun’s life was even more so, so he trusted himself, trusted what Kyuhyun asked of him. Not every time, but when Kyuhyun wanted it, he was ready.
And Kyuhyun was gorgeous, his thighs wide and body welcoming. They knew each other inside and out, kissing each other, and as Zhou Mi took his body, he stroked Kyuhyun as well, hard and wanting, taking them both towards what they wanted.
“Please,” Kyuhyun gasped, flushed, sweaty, so close.
Not yet. Not yet. He could feel it in how tight Kyuhyun’s body got, how hard he was in Zhou Mi’s hand. His fingertip teased along Kyuhyun’s bottom lip, a tease, and Kyuhyun’s eyes nearly rolled back. That, right then. That was the time. He clamped his hand over Kyuhyun’s mouth, felt him try to inhale as Zhou Mi’s hips moved and he stroked him hard at the same time.
It took only seconds.
Only after Kyuhyun started to come, he eased his hand away from Kyuhyun’s mouth, Kyuhyun’s body convulsing as he breathed and kept coming, shuddering and sweating, moaning the second he had breath to. Zhou Mi’s hand gentled, and stopped entirely as he braced himself to move himself, his eyes on Kyuhyun’s blissful face.
It was inside Kyuhyun that he came, Kyuhyun stroking his neck and crooning at him, a pleased smile on his face.
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Prompt: Qmi. Zhou Mi's less-boney chest makes the perfect pillow. perhaps fluffy lazy morning sex? smut
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All Kyuhyun could hear when he woke was the sound of Zhou Mi’s breathing and the faint thud of his hear, at least part of that evidenced in the way that Zhou Mi’s chest rose and fell under his cheek. It was far and away a quieter and more restful experience that putting his head on Zhou Mi’s stomach, when Zhou Mi’s stomach and gut had a tendency of talking to him.
“You’re thinking really loudly,” Zhou Mi said, just before yawning and stretching like a lanky dog, almost displacing him from his spot.
“You’re waking really enthusiastically,” Kyuhyun said, grumbling as he rolled over and planted his chin. It got him a good view of Zhou Mi’s throat. And it was impossible not to scoot up and nuzzle, feeling Zhou Mi’s hum, and the way he wrapped his arm around Kyuhyun to get him closer.
“That’s nice,” Zhou Mi said, just before Kyuhyun’s teeth gently scraped his skin. “Oh.”
He knew that sound. That expression of interest, sexy little hum that had Kyuhyun reaching for lube. If Zhou Mi was interested, so was he. Though who was he kidding, he was always interested.
He kissed the center of Zhou Mi’s chest as he slid over him, finding a welcome there as Zhou Mi’s legs widened and he pulled Kyuhyun in for a kiss. He stroked himself and Zhou Mi together, feeling Zhou Mi’s moans, his sleep-warm skin. He hummed as he slid into Zhou Mi, Zhou MI pulling him in, kissing his neck, stroking his back. And they moved together as Zhou Mi whispered dirty things into his ear that made him chuckle and moan, and move just a bit quicker.
And after Zhou Mi came, he let himself as well, curling right back up in the spot he’d woken up in, with his head on Zhou Mi’s chest.
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Prompt: Qmi.. geisha theme maybe? Kyu the geisha :DD
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She was beautiful, though that was no surprise, Zhou Mi knew. He had asked for a singer, someone he could speak to. Those who could speak Mandarin fluently were rare, but when she smiled at him, he wondered if they needed words. And when she sang, it was in his own tongue, and even sitting he had to brace himself at the richness of her voice, the quiet thrum of the accompanied strings
He drank what she offered, and finally relaxed.
“I have had a long journey, and negotiations have been hard. My body doesn’t enjoy being on the water, so I have only just learned again how to walk on land that isn’t moving.”
His words would not stop coming, and he stared at his cup instead of her.
“How many days did it take you to cross?”
“A year, it seemed,” and he saw her amusement. “Have you been…?”
“No. But a woman taught me to speak your language, It is a beautiful one, and it took time, but it was worth it.
Yes. It meant she sat with him. When he left he was more intrigued than ever, somehow more steady even from talking to her, but it was only life that would say if they met again.
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Prompt: qmi - loveless
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“We are more than that,” Kyuhyun spat, furious after their last battle at the insinuation that they were somehow less, somehow disconnected. Hadn’t they won? Zhou Mi was one of the strongest fighters he’d seen, staring at his face and listening in awe at times as he crafted his words with care. They were together for a reason. They were stronger together, for a reason.
“Don’t let them get into your head,” Zhou Mi advised, stroking Kyuhyun’s shoulder. “You know how damaging that can be.”
How many times that Zhou Mi had kissed him, gentling when Kyuhyun clung to his arms. But the kiss then wasn’t gentle, and he knew what was driving him. They could be more. As strong as they were, as close as they were, they could be more.
With his cheek pressed against Zhou Mi’s he said, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
Almost since they’d met. He’d had other opportunities, but he hadn’t taken them. Maybe because he knew that it had to be Zhou Mi.
And when he grinned after Zhou Mi kissed him, he felt strong. “You don’t have to protect me here.”
If Zhou Mi had come to him after they had met without his ears, if he had known that someone else had-
“Please.”
Something he had been waiting for, feeling Zhou Mi’s moans against his neck, the warmth of his hands, pulling Zhou Mi in, closer.
And when they found themselves changed, together, Zhou Mi smiled against him.
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Prompt: Is it too late to make a Saturday mini request? How about Victoria goes out drinking with Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi and Changmin? :) Maybe with hints of QMi and Changtoria, plus the hilarity of Changmin having really low alcohol tolerance?
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Kyuhyun wasn’t entirely sure why Zhou Mi kept sending him Significant Glances every time Changmin or Victoria started talking. Every time he tried to ask, sending little smoke signals with his eyes, Zhou Mi just smiled like he had never waggled his eyebrows to begin with.
Of course, Kyuhyun eventually started to get it, given the fact that the space between the two had started gradually closing. So the next time Zhou Mi made eyes at him, he flicked his gaze over and back and Zhou Mi smiled at him, indulgently, like he was a puppy who figured out where the potty pad was.
Watching Zhou Mi and Victoria together was like watching exactly what it was: two good friends who got along and found each other hilarious. It was kind of weird because he and Changmin were friends, and Zhou Mi and Victoria were friends. And he and Zhou Mi were in a group together, and Changmin and Victoria were….
Interested in being in a group together. Maybe.
“We need to do this again soon,” Changmin said.
A few decibels above what it should have been.
And then he was gesturing at Victoria from behind Changmin, mouthing “Noooo mooooore alcohooool” or else the three of them would need to scrape Changmin off the floor. Maybe Changmin saying something he’d regret would be funny in the short term but friends had to look out for friends around people they were clearly wanting to get involved with.
“There aren’t too many guys I can drink under the table,” Victoria said.
Changmin pouted, turning to glare at Kyuhyun.
And leaning against Zhou Mi, Kyuhyun laughed.
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Prompt: qmi.. kyu is frustrated with the amount of teasing mi did lately with his shirtless selcas on twitter
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“Do you know what I think?”
Zhou Mi looked up from his laptop. “I don’t know what you think, Kuixian.”
“I think to compensate for all the naked shoulders you keep posting that you should be naked around here more.”
Kyuhyun wasn’t even looking at him, instead examining a magazine like it was a work of art with his head all tilted.
“How naked?” he asked, his voice so utterly mild for the raging amusement that was going on inside him. “Should I get shirts I can stretch over my shoulders?”
Kyuhyun’s lips quirked. “That’d be kind of weird.”
“Or should I just throw my shirts out the window?”
“I like some of those shirts,” Kyuhyun told him, finally looking up and letting Zhou Mi know that he knew he was being teased. “I like to take you out of some of those shirts.”
“I like them, too. Or do you object to my pants?”
Zhou Mi waggled his knees, covered in planes, trains, and automobiles that his pajamas were printed with.
Kyuhyun just kept grinning. “I like some of those, too. Though, it’s good you just post your shoulders. I think if you posted something without pants… Their lives would never be the same.”
Oh, so when he had on no pants he was life-changing. Zhou Mi put aside his computer, leaned closer, and grinned.
“Tell me more.”
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Prompt: QMi, car racing!AU
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People stared at him in concern when he said he was most at home in his car going faster than most people could imagine. Kyuhyun didn’t really care that they thought he might not be thinking well, because he knew he was. Every race was different, so much strategy going in to each movement, each stop. There were so many things to keep drivers safe, and even that wasn’t a guarantee. But he knew the movement of his car better than he knew the movement of his own legs.
And the man who kept his team going? Looked like he should’ve been flitting around Paris or New York. Zhou Mi was never without his tablet and his stylus, ticking off goals, eyeballing tires, running guys through drills, badgering Kyuhyun about his schedule.
The only time Kyuhyun had really been off kilter at the track had been the time Zhou Mi had been almost too sick to stand. And even then, he’d been croaking to his backup via bluetooth, and trying to keep Kyuhyun together in a very squeaky way. The laugh had felt good. Dressing had felt good. Strapping into his helmet, into his car.
He had to trust it to do what he knew it could, and to trust his crew. The rumble of the car was both soothing and excitement. He’d win it for all of them.
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Prompt: kyuhyun/zhou mi with soulmates
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It could be another continent, another language, decades parting them. Maybe there was more than one, if people believed they’d lived before.
Some people gave up, settling for what others would consider second best. It didn’t mean that the love wasn’t real, wasn’t true and abiding. But they did not know what they were missing, and lived content without it for many years, some even to the very end.
There was no blaring alarm, no physical sign, like a turkey timer popping up when their search was over. Millions walked past the person most right for them every day and never knew. It was heartbreaking to imagine.
Kyuhyun watched a man lifting a delicate teacup to his mouth, his eyelids sweeping down in enjoyment of fine white tea in it. It was one of the most expensive they had, and he sat with his fingers on the teapot hand, watching. His name was Zhou Mi, visiting the city from almost six hundred miles away.
“I walk past this place every morning, and have for almost two weeks,” Zhou Mi said. “Today, I couldn’t help myself when looked at the sign. I couldn’t keep walking by. Were you here all that time?”
Kyuhyun shook his head. “I was away, to the beach until today. You would not have seen me.”
“I think I did not come here for a cup of tea,” Zhou Mi said.
If the way he felt compelled to lean closer meant anything, Kyuhyun knew he had not.
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Prompt: mini-request: qmi date night. dodging sasaengs as they venture out in search of munchies and booze, then cuddling on the couch, ignoring whatever movie they're "watching" in favor of drunken tickle fights and making out
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Contrary to logic, Kyuhyun got more ticklish when he was drunk, not less. Perhaps because some of that watchful stoic innocence that he showed to strangers seemed to melt, and that left mile-wide openings to sneak into. For tickling. Just tickling. Right then, anyway.
Getting to go out on a date was blissful happenstance that meant a lot of planning. Zhou Mi, by reason of his proportions and sartorial choices, tended not to blend in. Kyuhyun, since he was plastered liberally across many TV screens was like a beacon to aunties and fans alike. Restaurants that had private seating were always good choices, or at least dark corners or back entrances. No one stared at them like they were actually going on a date when they asked, and just assumed they wanted privacy because of their relative celebrity. Kyuhyun had the harder time getting to where Zhou Mi was without someone following or spotting him, but they managed at least few times a month. Some meetings weren’t quite as clandestine.
Sometimes, they just wanted to go to the store and buy food.
Zhou Mi wore a ball cap, waiting as Kyuhyun skipped up the subway steps wearing a beanie, and glasses that made him look about ten years older. It was… It was not a bad look, though Zhou Mi couldn’t focus on that. Zhou Mi slouched into the store first, grabbing a hand basket, and planting himself in the aisle of chips and assorted snacks. And then Kyuhyun arrived, chortling at the way he was bent over. He hit Kyuhyun’s knee, and Kyuhyun kicked the back of his shoe, but they each picked out a couple of things, moving to refrigerated section for drinks.
“How much can you handle?” Kyuhyun asked, weighing down the basket.
Zhou Mi was insulted.
And he also played wall, standing in front of Kyuhyun at the register and blocking his purchases in case anyone was outside. They never really knew. Zhou Mi slipped on his sunglasses, and away they went, heading off like thieves in the night to Zhou Mi’s place, one place they could usually get into without too much trouble.
They ducked into an alley at the sight of a flash, and Kyuhyun looked at him as they kept walking. “Was that a flash?”
“I don’t know,” Zhou Mi said. So they circled around. Home free.
The couch was nice at least, the movie on and bags tucked around them. They tapped their glasses together, settling in for comfort.
They emptied one bottle, then two. A bag fell away, empty. Kyuhyun got closer, progressively, like a slow-moving landslide.
And there was they hyena laugh when Zhou Mi’s fingers wiggled into Kyuhyun’s armpit.
“You’re drunk,” Zhou Mi said.
“No. Nope. No.” Kyuhyun said, tacking on an extra for good measure, his face very solemn.
And he laughed against Zhou Mi’s face at the fingers teasing his belly.
“No! You are!”
An empty bottle falling over and not breaking was the only near-casualty in the war. Fingers digging too hard, sliding too fast, laughs snorted into shoulders and bellowed out as they tried to play defense and offense at the same time. He ended up honking truce into Kyuhyun’s chest, even though he had the upper hand. He just couldn’t breathe, giggling too hard.
“Pretty,” Kyuhyun said, grabbing one of Zhou Mi’s cheeks and stretching it.
He poked out his lips instead, getting Kyuhyun right up against him and pressing a sloppy kiss against his mouth.
“Mmm-mmm. You’re pretty,” Zhou Mi said.
“Too drunk to argue,” Kyuhyun said. “You’re pretty.”
Like that was that.
“Then you are drunk.”
Kyuhyun exhaled hard. “No.”
But he spread over Zhou Mi like hot butter, climbing over him until Zhou Mi could hold him steady. Slow, wet kisses backdropped by the movie that was maybe still on the TV. All he cared about was the soft warm skin of Kyuhyun’s lower back against his hands, sucking at Kyuhyun’s tongue and listening to his soft moans.
He vaguely heard a voice saying something about a room. Get a room? Kyuhyun started laughing against his mouth, and then against his shoulder, and Zhou Mi squeezed his hand.
“It’s the credits,” Zhou Mi said, squinting at the screen. Kyuhyun snuffled in his sleep in response.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun challenges some pro-gamer guy at a game and loses because Zhou Mi decides that determined-Kyu = sexy-Kyu and 'distracts' him
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Kyuhyun at full focus was a force to be reckoned with. Zhou MI had seen him staring at managers, directors, and it was as though his mind was setting instructions in concrete, reading secret messages in the air. Kyuhyun when he was gaming had all of that focus, heaped on by several trucks-full of determination, and occasional outbursts.
“No, no, no,” Kyuhyun said, almost under his breath, as he arranged his forces how he pleased.
Zhou Mi’s intent had only been to watch, and Kyuhyun always allowed that so far as he didn’t distract him. Sometimes having an audience actually spurred him, sending gilded grins in Zhou Mi’s direction when he succeeded. Getting to play someone professional, a “real challenge” as Kyuhyun put it, was a reason to have said audience.
Zhou Mi appropriately oohed and ahed over him, and accepted that he was whatever a real challenge was not.
But sometimes it was really too much, whether Kyuhyun’s jaw was loose, his whole focus on the screen, or when it was set and ready as though the computer was going to land a punch. Zhou Mi leaned closer, intending to see the screen better, or maybe the flat focus in Kyuhyun’s eyes, and ended up breathing in his shoulder. He’d switched scents to something Zhou Mi didn’t recognize, which was unusual in itself, and it forced him to inhale a few more times just to get the full measure of it. It was nice. He was going to seek it out to see what it was after Kyuhyun was done. As it was, Kyuhyun was humming deep in his throat, a mixture of denial and self-encouragement.
And he gasped, when Zhou Mi’s lips brushed his neck a second time, taking that long to sink into his distracted mind.
“What-“
“Sorry,” Zhou Mi said. He mostly meant it. The hand on Kyuhyun’s hip was meant as bracing encouragement, and yet still he squeezed and enjoyed the feel of Kyuhyun’s body. He let up when Kyuhyun cursed and shifted, staring up at the screen and no really comprehending what had caused that kind of a reaction.
He watched Kyuhyun’s fingers move and bit his lip, knowing how they could grip and tease.
“You’re breathing on me,” Kyuhyun said, his voice sounding a bit brittle.
“Sorry.”
“Are you?”
That wasn’t Kyuhyun’s gaming voice. It was his aroused reluctantly or not voice.
He would have moved himself away, except for when Kyuhyun cursed, hit a few keys with excessive force, and closed his laptop.
“He’s giving me a rematch,” Kyuhyun said, and Zhou Mi didn’t resist when Kyuhyun pressed him flat onto the bed.
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Prompt: have you ever read a eunhae fic called love like chocolate? i really like the story.. they're both chef competing with each other can you write a qmi ver of it please?? :3
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The kitchen was huge, gorgeous and gleaming, spotless after a good clean after the previous night’s dinner service. Knives had been sharpened, the grill scrubbed, frying pans washed and waiting. In twenty minutes, the first staff would arrive to start prepping for the night’s service, an endless cycle of preparation, work, completion. Each night had to be the same as the last if not better, quality never shirked. Kyuhyun was there early because he wanted to feel the kitchen with the wide stainless steel table for preparing multiple dishes at once. The kitchen was just one component of the restaurant, but he did not run the front of house. His name was not on the door. But it was still a place he could make his name at.
Though there was a problem, and it was a problem he’d not expected: he was not the head chef. When he’d started at the very bottom, he’d waited to raise up through the ranks, becoming someone’s sous chef, and then heading up a kitchen of his own. In such a large kitchen, the owner had instead opted for two chefs which Kyuhyun rather thought was like putting two bulls in with the herd. One could get the job done, two became a liability to the herd and each other. Chefs, right or wrong, did not have a reputation of working well with others.
“Good morning.”
Kyuhyun heard, but he did not turn, hearing Zhou Mi’s voice. His equal. His rival.
It would have been so much easier if Zhou Mi had been in charge of pastries. At least he could have been dismissed from Kyuhyun’s mind. As it was, they needed to know each other’s portions of the menu for those nights where one of them worked but not the other. Zhou Mi’s side of the menu veered more toward a Chinese-Thai fusion, whereas Kyuhyun’s was more classically French with a Korean twist. Zhou Mi’s food was good, and that made Kyuhyun both nervous, and engendered respect. If Zhou Mi’s menu proved the more popular, Kyuhyun could find himself out of a job, or reduced nearly to Zhou Mi’s apprentice. And he’d worked too hard for that.
The prep stations were filled with the freshest ingredients, waiting for the service to begin. Soups simmered, meat roasted and braised, and it was the calm before the inevitable rush. Tickets first trickling in, and then faster.
“Do you think this will end up with just one of us here?” Kyuhyun asked, as they read over the night’s printouts, which dishes had sold more, what they would need to order more of, how to adjust their prep.
Zhou Mi looked up from his own sheet, a smile touching his face. He could look angry or sly with just a quick tilt of his eyebrows, but it was pure amusement right then.
“You have your own staff, your own side of the kitchen. I think we can make this restaurant a success if we put our minds to it.”
That wasn’t what Kyuhyun had asked.
He’d seen Zhou Mi take over that night, showing a cook how he wanted the dish prepared, so they knew how to do it next time. They’d had the bark of the expediter, the perpetual hum of servers coming and going, rattle of plates and cutlery waiting to be washed. Zhou Mi hadn’t left the kitchen until everything had been in order, leaving the last of the cleaning up to be done. Kyuhyun respected that, as well. It was something Zhou Mi’s staff would respect, too, even if Zhou Mi couldn’t do it every night.
To be the head of a kitchen was to be in control of the food that was put out. Everything to specification. They were only as good as the worst dish they put out.
And though Zhou Mi’s words were platitudes, when he smiled, Kyuhyun knew he understood. They were on the same side, in theory. And until that changed, they would figure out how to make it work.
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Prompt: Jia-Kyu plotting together to make their friend Mi's birthday the best ever! \o/ //gives you puppy eyes
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“Ice cream,” Kyuhyun said.
“Karaoke,” Jia added.
“He likes cake.”
“Should we show him a horror movie?”
Kyuhyun grinned. “Puppies.”
That made Jia laugh in delight. “Yes. We could have dessert at a dog cafe! And then take him shopping-“
“One store, or that’s the whole day,” Kyuhyun warned.
Jia rolled her eyes but was nodding as she grinned. “We should get take-out from his favorite restaurant, and maybe get him a massage. Not for that day, but later, since we don’t actually want him to fall asleep on us.”
She kindly did not point out that it was usually Kyuhyun falling asleep on Zhou Mi, though the pointed look had Kyuhyun looking back to his own list.
“Dogs. Food. Things. Singing. We should buy him a big mic plushie so he doesn’t feel left out when he’s not singing.”
“It’s his birthday. He should sing all the songs. Unfortunately we can’t bring Thailand to him, but-”
“At least he’s surrounded by people he likes.”
“Full of yourself?” Jia asked, knowing he meant the whole group of Zhou Mi’s friends and not himself. Kyuhyun just scoffed. “Then we take him back, turn out the lights, start up the horror movie. Hopefully listen to him squeal.”
“Who’s going to end up afraid in his lap first?” Kyuhyun asked, raising his eyebrows as they pondered their guest list.
Jia high-fived him. Basically, their plan was perfect. Operation Zhou Mi’s Perfect Birthday was going to be a success.
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Prompt: When Zhou Mi is bored, he sends Kyuhyun pictures. Not all of these pictures/texts are appropriate to open in public places (qmi sexting or phone-sexing or something in that area)
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When Kyuhyun’s phone buzzed to alert him of an incoming text, he thought nothing of it. When he saw it was from Zhou Mi, he actually perked up while his hair was being worked on.
When he opened it, it was a picture of Zhou Mi in a robe that Kyuhyun was not sure was tied, though the picture cut off just before he really could see.
He choked. He hid the phone against his shirt. He peeled it away and read the message that went with it. “Miss you.”
Kyuhyun attempted to cool his cheeks with his hands until his appointment ended.
Kyuhyun wasn’t a slow study. He picked up that he needed to be cautious opening Zhou Mi’s texts after that. It wasn’t like the pictures always had skin, and they were never inappropriate to the point of being totally condemning. Some were just really suggestive, like the lollipops that Zhou Mi had, dragging them over his lips. The red ones were the worst since they made Zhou Mi’s lips look a little bruised, like he’d been roughed up while kissing or doing whatever else they could get up to.
“You need a hobby,” Kyuhyun texted back.
All he got back was a winking emoticon.
Two could play that game. He sent Zhou Mi a picture trying on jeans for an event, of course the picture was over his shoulder so Zhou Mi could see the way they fit.
He’d gotten back a picture of Zhou Mi frowning and clutching a pillow in his lap, and oh, he’d laughed. He had enough collarbone pictures, pouty lips, and bedroom eyes. Then there was the arch of Zhou Mi’s neck, and his upper back, and the curve of his thigh under his robe. It kept him both frustrated and amused.
If it was a game, it was a game Zhou Mi was winning.
“Come rub them for me,” Zhou Mi texted with a picture of his shoulders.
“I’m restless,” with a picture of his legs.
“So hungry,” with just a close-up of his lips pulled tight around a lollipop.
With a picture of him pretending to be kissing the phone, Kyuhyun wrote back, “Be home soon.”
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Prompt: qmi this time!! \O/ As new/relatively new dads or just daddies in general~~<3 or even better, daddies sending their baby off on his/her first day of school~~~ /wibbles at you
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First day of school meant that they had checklists. They had a Week Before checklist, a Day Before checklist, and a Morning Of one, too. School supplies and clothes had to be bought, which was always a challenge with a little boy whose proportions didn’t seem to match the clothes. Junghwan was a tall kid, no surprise, and he’d been spectacularly unimpressed with the whole shopping experience. They’d basically had to bribe him, between the shopping and the hair cut.
“I’m outnumbered in my own house,” Zhou Mi said so only Kyuhyun could hear.
The day before, Junghwan’s little bag was packed, his clothes for his first day - his choice, at least partly - laid out. Kyuhyun was up three hours early, to make all of Junghwan’s favorite foods to tuck into his little lunch box. It wasn’t as though he’d ever eaten away from them, since he’d spent time with both their parents, but it was hard because it wasn’t just one day.
“He was a baby yesterday,” Kyuhyun said, his head on Zhou Mi’s shoulder just before they woke Junghwan up. He’d been so tiny, put in Zhou Mi’s arms, all gums and red crying face, and indignant arms. Okay, so he looked liked that last week, too, just now he had teeth and words, and could slip between them and give them the cruelest puppy-dog eyes imaginable.
Kyuhyun made faces at Junghwan in the mirror and made him giggle as he brushed his teeth after breakfast, slipping into his shirt and sweater, and letting Zhou Mi fuss with his hair.
“I think you’re ready,” Zhou Mi said, smiling down at him, and the smile Junghwan sent back was game, if a bit less excited.
They’d had a conversation wondering if both of them taking him to the bus would be overwhelming, if just one of them should, and they’d even flipped a coin for it.
The coin disappeared under a bookshelf. That had been the end of that discussion.
So Kyuhyun carried Junghwan’s lunch box, and gripped one of his hands, while Zhou Mi held the other as the bus pulled up. Zhou Mi was absently talking about things, how much fun he’d have, how nice his teacher was. He remembered sitting on the floor waiting for Junghwan to lumber across in his excited baby crawl. And then again not that many months later on unsteady feet as Zhou Mi tottered behind Junghwan with arms outstretched and eyes wide.
“I’ll be here to meet you when you get back,” Kyuhyun promised, and Junghwan nodded.
“Bye, Daddy. Bye, Baba.”
They each got a quick hug, and he was on the bus, waving as it pulled away.
“He’s going to graduate high school tomorrow,” Kyuhyun said, staring at the empty street.
“In about thirteen years,” Zhou Mi contradicted in his a companionable tone that had Kyuhyun bumping against his hip. “They’ll call if he has any trouble."
At least cleaning up the disaster he’d made of the kitchen helped pass the time, until he was waiting on anxious feet for his son to dive out of the bus and into his arms, full of stories of his new school adventures.
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Prompt: kyuhyun and zhou mi; caught having phone sex whilst seperated for schedules smut
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“Tell me what you’re wearing. Or not wearing. I’m not picky,” Kyuhyun teased into the phone,
It was so easy to picture, Zhou Mi stretched out on his bed, getting himself hard just by listening to Kyuhyun’s voice. He asked once if his songs did it to him, and that was apparently a different emotion, though after, who knew. Kyuhyun could live with that. It wasn’t like most of the songs he sang were meant to be provocative.
Zhou Mi had the leisure of being loud, whereas Kyuhyun was trying to be quiet, holed up in a hotel room with only a certain amount of time to get off and get Zhou Mi off, too. He thanked whoever taught Zhou Mi filthy expressions because he was pressing his heated face into the pillow and panting after a sprint to finish.
“You sound so nice,” Zhou Mi sighed, and Kyuhyun understood. It was better together.
“Now you,” he said, humming against his phone and making kissing noises that made Zhou Mi laugh and moan at the same time.
“Oh yeah. Just like that. Zhou Mi. Want me to touch?”
“Yes,” Zhou Mi murmured. “Gorgeous hands.”
“When he has his clothes on again, tell Zhou Mi hi,” Heechul said. “I’m going to shower.”
Kyuhyun’s head shot up, not realizing Heechul had come in, sinking deeper into the blankets and trying to dissolve under the bed at that.
“You like that?” Zhou Mi asked when Kyuhyun made a sound of death.
“Keep going,” he said, his voice small, until he heard the shower turn on.
It was only after Zhou Mi was done that he told Zhou Mi what had happened. Zhou Mi nearly laughed himself sick while Kyuhyun attempted to smother himself.
“Tell him hi for me, too,” Zhou Mi said. “You don’t have to tell him I’m still naked.”
No. That was for him. Though it was still to be seen if he could look Heechul in the eye.
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Prompt: can i still ask for a fic request? qmi meeting again for the first time after their bad break up from years ago and then they decided to give it another try (basically just a broken qmi at the beginning but still a 'happily ever after' ending haha ) thank you and let me shower you with love <3
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“You know Zhou Mi, don’t you?”
Kyuhyun’s heart stuttered, his throat seizing on a swallow as Zhou Mi turned. Yes. He knew Zhou Mi. Though his hair was different, a different cut and color, his shoulders broad under a crisp black jacket. His face had matured, the contours of it, but it remained mostly as it had been, in that moment blank, regal and haughty as only Zhou Mi could be.
“Yes, Kyuhyun and I know each other.”
It was only luck that kept him from flinching at the use of his name, even as he nodded at their host to agree. He didn’t trust his voice, not yet. He’d seen Zhou Mi a couple of times, but they’d been at a distance.
“I hope you’ve been well,” Zhou Mi said, when they were alone.
And from Zhou Mi, he could believe that.
“Well enough. You?”
“The same,” Zhou Mi said. “If you’ll excuse me?”
Kyuhyun watched, unable not to, as Zhou Mi crossed the room to greet a man who smiled up at him as Zhou Mi too his arm. And that was when Kyuhyun turned, unable to watch any further.
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Kyuhyun had a lot of memories from that day. One thing he was too familiar with with Zhou Mi’s tender heart, the way he sobbed at happy movies, lolling to the side as Kyuhyun teased him. But the tears that day weren’t happy tears. Anger. Shock. Frustration. Sadness.
“Kuixian.”
He didn’t know how it was possible to want too much until Zhou Mi, and how badly it scarred him to shove it all back. They came to a point where they either forged on together, or they took opposite paths. He knew which one Zhou Mi wanted, and that fact alone scared him. To protect himself, he chose the other. Zhou Mi wanted time to accomplish the things he needed to, and Kyuhyun had none to give, so he let Zhou Mi go.
Instead of the happy memories of Zhou Mi’s voice, he remembered the scathing hurt, face wet and eyes determined.
And months later, when a friend of a friend spoke of Zhou Mi’s new boyfriend, excusing himself to the bathroom and doubling over with his fingers dug into his thighs. Everything he felt right then, he wasn’t allowed. Jealousy, hurt, regret. They ticked through him, notching into the raw places. Zhou Mi had moved on, and he hadn’t. He hadn’t.
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Kyuhyun’s social circle had grown smaller after the break up. Some saw Kyuhyun’s impatience and Zhou Mi’s pain, others Kyuhyun’s fear and Zhou Mi’s insistence. Every story had two sides. He didn’t let anyone speak ill of Zhou Mi around him. But time was supposed to heal it. He didn’t wake up in the middle of the night feeling like he’d had his spleen ripped out, and he could hear Zhou Mi’s name without a clutching burn. But things always changed. It was one social event, and then two, and then Zhou Mi joining people Kyuhyun didn’t even know he knew. Kyuhyun laughed at one Zhou Mi’s subtle, biting little jokes, and got an amused glance for it, and then spent time at home cursing himself. What exactly had time cured, when he couldn’t stop the elation, the stupid hope of validation.
“You’ve done well,” Zhou Mi told him. “I’m glad you got the position you wanted.”
Kyuhyun nodded, fingers twisting in his jacket pocket. “You too.”
Zhou Mi had traveled the world, had his face in magazines, got invited to important things.
They fell into a silence just short of awkward, as Kyuhyun’s mind raced for something to say. Zhou Mi beat him to it.
“Ryeowook says you’re not dating.”
“No,” Kyuhyun said, swallowing around the tickle in his throat. “Not really, since- Ah. A few times. I went on a few dates, I mean. But no. I’m glad you have.”
He did wince, both because he sounded stupid and the last was verging on lying. Did he want Zhou Mi to be happy, yes, was he particularly happy with Zhou Mi dating, not really. Sure it’d been years, but Zhou Mi’s face didn’t change, no raise eyebrows at the fact that a few dates was all Kyuhyun had had since the end of them. He kept expecting maybe it’d happen, but he couldn’t say he’d been looking very hard.
“A few people,” Zhou Mi agreed. “Nothing serious. You heard about me dating?”
“People would talk. Tell me things, even if I didn’t ask,” Kyuhyun said, his ears heating.
“I had a right to.”
Kyuhyun’s head shot up, meeting Zhou Mi’s eyes. “I know that! I didn’t say you- Just because I fucked up didn’t mean you had to be miserable. I didn’t want you to be miserable.”
That was probably the most truthful thing he’d said.
“I thought you’d have found someone,” Zhou Mi murmured.
The chuckle was so bitter, like acid burning in his throat. And he was a coward, because he stood before he spoke.
“I guess it was pretty hard to improve on you. I have to-“
So he ran. Walked, really. Wobbled, on aimless legs. He didn’t run into any doors, but he retreated as far away as he could, out onto the street and down the sidewalk, willing his churning stomach to settle. It was good. He’d said something he needed to say. Maybe he should’ve told Zhou Mi he wanted him to be happy, let him go of anything he might still feel, but he’d gotten close. But that was conceit, imagining Zhou Mi still felt anything at all. It wasn’t like Kyuhyun’s feelings were exactly the same, because they’d mellowed and worn down, the painful ones especially. Apparently a few years and a handful of dates wasn’t enough to erase everything else. Maybe never falling out of love with Zhou Mi was his punishment for hurting him.
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When Kyuhyun opened his door to find Zhou Mi there, his hair windblown, he had to steady himself with the door. Zhou Mi’s face wasn’t careful, some professional mask. His eyes were wide and searching, as though he could see every hurt Kyuhyun was hiding, every secret dream, and regret, and Kyuhyun was helpless but to stand there and let him.
He couldn’t help the sound with Zhou Mi’s fingers brushed his cheek, or when Zhou Mi’s arms went around his neck and Kyuhyun buried his face in Zhou Mi’s collar. He inhaled and nearly shuddered. He smelled the same, bright and crisp and clean. Clean cloth, and soft, warm neck.
“I’m so sorry,” Kyuhyun gasped, and for a moment hoped Zhou Mi knew what he meant.
“I pushed you too hard.”
No. No, no, no. “I should’ve been willing to wait.”
“You waited anyway,” Zhou Mi said, shaking him.
He muffled his laugh of irony into Zhou Mi’s skin, and felt the wet as Zhou Mi’s head pressed closer.
And he hated himself for making Zhou Mi cry again.
Kyuhyun adjusted his arms around Zhou Mi’s ribs, he felt the solidness of him, the encompassing warmth his hugs had always held.
“I miss talking to you,” Zhou Mi said, his voice thick, and Kyuhyun nodded, blinking fast and gripping Zhou Mi’s shirt to the point of pain. “I have a lot to tell you about… everything.”
He wanted that. Feared that. Craved it.
“Would you-“ Kyuhyun started, and the words were choked out of him, unable to figure out what he wanted to say, if he was allowed to, if he could.
“Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” Zhou Mi asked.
He didn’t ask why Zhou Mi would want to, when he reminded himself to keep breathing, when Zhou Mi maybe made that hard by squeezing him tighter. Then again, when they were holding each other like that, he didn’t have to ask.
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Prompt: Kyu gets sulky about Mi calling Vic his soulmate in his weibo post :((
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“Soulmate?”
It was approximately the fifteenth time that Kyuhyun had said that word, sounding it out like it was something unfamiliar to him, as though it wasn’t something he and Zhou Mi had discussed in the past like rational human beings.
“Yes,” Zhou Mi replied, and watched Kyuhyun’s lips stick out like he was trying to think of something to say.
“Okay.”
And then twenty minutes later, “So, Victoria is your soulmate?”
“Is there something you’d rather I call her?”
There was best friend, which fit pretty well, but didn’t tell the whole story. They supported each other, listened to all the bad stuff, celebrated all the good stuff. She got him in a way most people didn’t. Kyuhyun got him in a different, though important way. It didn’t make Kyuhyun less.
Of course, Kyuhyun didn’t have an alternative, frowning into his keyboard and not complaining when Zhou Mi started rubbing his shoulders.
“You’re not jealous are you?”
“It’s not like you’re dating her,” Kyuhyun muttered.
That delighted Zhou Mi into a laugh. “You’re right, I’m not. She’s different.”
“But soulmate?”
Zhou Mi dropped a kiss to the top of Kyuhyun’s head. “You can have more than one,” he said.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun plots with Zhou Mi on how to sneak him into England illegally. While Zhou Mi fills out his visa application online.
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“A suitcase would probably be a bad idea, right?”
“If I want to arrive still breathing and humanly warm,” Zhou Mi agreed, making several clicks with the mouse. He couldn’t do everything that way. He actually had to go, but doing something kept some of the fear of disappointment away.
“What about if we get a really big dog carrier and a costume?”
Zhou Mi huffed out a laugh. “Woof?”
Kyuhyun lobbed a sock at his head. “You’re not helping. In dramas they get to share IDs and get people wherever they need to.”
“I’m sure they’d be amused if someone not on the contract showed up.”
“We could say you’re a mannequin. Or a robot! A marionette?”
Zhou Mi considered each of those ideas.
“Who controls my strings?”
“Me. Like I always do.”
They scoffed at each other, and Zhou Mi rested his chin in his hand. “Too bad you don’t have a brother.”
Kyuhyun perked up, and Zhou Mi held up a hand, because he knew the next words out of Kyuhyun’s mouth would be suggested he dress up like Kyuhyun’s sister. If that’d work, great, but it made the dog carrier idea look a little more ideal.
“Something’ll get figured out,” Zhou Mi said, squeezing Kyuhyun’s hand. “One time. It has to.”
And Kyuhyun nodded, believing in him.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi's weibo post about Kyuhyun calling him handsome) Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi take turn fishing for compliments and flirting, Donghae is a third wheel that want too much attention
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“What’s your favorite shirt of mine,” Kyuhyun asked, ranging himself out to the best of his current shirt’s display. Zhou Mi barely kept his eyes off of Kyuhyun’s waistline because there was a sliver of skin there that he liked.
“I like all of them. Even the sweaters,” Zhou Mi said, smiling. He liked most imagining helping Kyuhyun out of them. “What about mine?”
Kyuhyun stared at his chest for a long moment, and had Zhou Mi worried that he was going so say something bad. “That see-through one…”
Donghae burst out laughing beside them and they both stared - at least until Donghae leaned over Kyuhyun’s lap to show Zhou Mi the funny story on his phone.
“I could get another one of those,” Zhou Mi said over Donghae’s hair. “You’d look good in that.”
Kyuhyun’s face seemed to change color a bit and Zhou Mi’s grin grew wider.
“This is too good,” Donghae said, slapping his hand on Zhou Mi’s leg.
“Mask or no mask?” Kyuhyun said, nudging Zhou Mi’s arm after he’d agreed that Donghae’s phone was funny.
“I don’t know how you look good with it,” Zhou Mi said slyly. “But you look better without. I like to see….everything.”
“That’s gross,” Donghae put in, still across both their laps.
But he could tell Kyuhyun was smiling.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi tries different ways to make Kyuhyun go to sleep earlier because Kyuhyun is very obviously exhausted.
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Warm things helped people to go to sleep, and that was something Zhou Mi tried first. Kyuhyun was obviously exhausted, the way his head bobbled around on his neck, the way he frowned in a way that told Zhou Mi he was struggling to keep his eyes open. Herbal tea, was his first attempt.
Kyuhyun drank it, but it got him nowhere.
Cajoling also was a total bust, because to Kyuhyun it was nagging and he was a rather perverse creature at times. Sometimes telling him what he should do ended up with him doing exactly the opposite.
Suggesting a shower didn’t work. Nor did covering Kyuhyun’s legs with a blanket, rubbing his earlobes, or kissing the back of his hand.
“Just a while longer,” Kyuhyun said, his voice creaky with tiredness.
Snatching Kyuhyun’s laptop away would be just asking for trouble, so he didn't even consider it.
Strolling around the room in only a towel got him barely a glance.
Zhou Mi attempted not to be too offended by that since a focused Kyuhyun was generally very focused. Sometimes that was on him, and sometimes it wasn’t.
In the end, he abandoned the towel and climbed under the blankets, staring at the ceiling illuminated by Kyuhyun’s screen.
He’d nearly fallen asleep himself when he felt the blankets stir, and a warm Kyuhyun snuggled into his side.
“You looked comfortable,” Kyuhyun said into his neck.
Well if that was all he’d had to do. He’d remember that for the future.
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Prompt: qmi - cooking
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“This is a special Zhou Mi tutorial,” Zhou Mi said, tying his apron with a flourish. “How to fry rice.”
Kyuhyun, holding his own orange and red flowered apron, looked a bit bemused.
“I mean, I know? I’ve done it before, but…”
“But you don’t want anyone to know so you don’t have to do it a bunch, right?” Zhou Mi asked, seeing right through that. “I promise, it’ll just be between you and me.”
“You just want to pretend you’re on a cooking show on TV,” Kyuhyun came back, injuring him in the worst way.
Kind of because it was true. But he didn’t lower himself to respond.
“First we start with eggs,” Zhou Mi said instead.
“I thought we had to start with rice. Ow!”
Zhou Mi tucked the towel he’d smacked into Kyuhyun back into his belt. “The rice is in the fridge from yesterday. Keep up.”
“Right. Eggs. You’ll never get a cooking show like that.”
Kyuhyun rubbed his thigh and gave him a terrible look that had Zhou Mi wanting to pet his hair and feed him chocolates.
“Eggs,” Zhou Mi said, because his heart was traitorous. And the pan sizzled.
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Zhou Mi had a leg up in that he knew what Kyuhyun liked in his fried rice, so he made it just to specifications. It meant he had Kyuhyun in a blissful food coma leaning against him after he’d fed Kyuhyun the last few bites of his own helping.
“Someone cooked?” came the indignant shout from the kitchen.
“Zhou Mi!” he and Kyuhyun shouted in unison. And Kyuhyun grinned at him.
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Prompt: Could I get something about Zhou Mi being especially flexible and Kyuhyun enjoying this (or fantasizing vividly about enjoying it?) Something smutty, if you'd be so kind as to indulge me ;v; smut
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The thing about it was, Zhou Mi looked like a stick. He looked like he should have been unable to reach his toes, much less to be able to contort himself in various seemingly inhuman formations. It was the yoga, Kyuhyun was pretty sure about that. All the stretching, and the way he kept bending over and making himself really…appealing.
Kyuhyun exhaled and tried to lower his heart rate. He was fully capable of being rational about this.
Okay, no he wasn’t, because Zhou Mi was on the floor stretching, his knee up to his ear and looking up with some kind of weird concerned expression when Kyuhyun made a sound.
“How far can you bend over?” Kyuhyun asked, appalled at the imagery that was- No, he was the very furthest thing from appalled.
“What?” Zhou Mi asked, all breathless and hot.
“How far can you-“ Kyuhyun swallowed. “I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re done. Naked.”
Zhou Mi had pulled that on him a few times before, and it had worked. Usually it got him to speed up whatever he was doing or stop altogether. And he was right, because he had just barely flopped into the unmade bed when Zhou Mi came in like a man with a purpose. Which was good, because Kyuhyun was hard and he wasn’t all that interested in waiting.
“What were you asking me about out there?” Zhou Mi asked, shaking his tank top off one arm and yanking at his clingy workout pants with the other. No negotiations, just right down to business.
“I’ll show you,” Kyuhyun promised. He wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be possible, or not, but he was really, really hoping.
But he didn’t have to think long, because he had an arm full of warm, interested man before he could blink, sliding over him and whispering filthy things against his mouth.
“You hard for me? I’ll make you feel good.”
Kyuhyun was hoping. And as he moaned against Zhou Mi’s tongue, he got a hand between them, wanting Zhou Mi nice and hard. Unsurprisingly, there was a place he was wanting that. And he laughed as Zhou Mi went a bit unsteady, nipping at Kyuhyun’s chin and squeezing and rubbing at Kyuhyun’s thighs as he wiggled between them.
“What brought this on?” Zhou Mi asked.
“You,” Kyuhyun said. “I saw you out there all…flexible.”
And his breath hitched as two of Zhou Mi’s fingers slid into him.
“Yeah? I do that every day.”
“Yeah. But today I just…” He palmed Zhou Mi’s ass. “I had to have it.”
Zhou Mi made a sound into his neck, a sound suspiciously like a laugh. “In which way are you having it?”
He bit Zhou Mi’s ear in response to that, and closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of Zhou Mi sliding into him.
“Every way,” Kyuhyun bit out. And when Zhou Mi hummed, letting his hips nestle against Kyuhyun’s, Kyuhyun wondered. “Can you…”
Sometimes Zhou Mi’s eyes looked huge, and that moment was one of those times. He almost forgot his question just looking at Zhou Mi’s face. That was enough to do the trick right there. Just right there.
“Can I…?”
Kyuhyun gestured to his cock, waiting some attention. Zhou Mi’s eyebrows rose. “You know. Are you bendy enough to…”
“At the same time?” Zhou Mi asked. “Oh.”
Yeah. Oh. He was pretty sure every guy had tried out of curiosity to see if they could reach, but Kyuhyun couldn’t. And he became progressively further away with age. Not that he was admitting that. But Zhou Mi was some kind of master with rubber bones or something, and he was going to flatter himself but the size of his ass and length of his cock got him a heck of a lot closer for Zhou Mi.
He actually held his breath as Zhou Mi wriggled and braced himself, pulling back his torso and lowering his head.
And he gurgled at the feeling of Zhou Mi’s lips against his cock, even while Zhou Mi was inside of him. And then Zhou Mi’s lips around him, sucking at him.
Not very much, granted, but enough for him to feel it.
“Best boyfriend ever,” he gasped.
Zhou Mi snorted against his stomach.
“No really. I’ll stop being a sloth and doing yoga with you every day. Maybe I can start doing that to you.”
Zhou Mi’s head rose, and then he was gasping. “What. Are you trying to kill me?”
“Not if you don’t stop.”
“That is going to take some practice, even for me.” Zhou Mi’s eyebrows rose at him. “Though I’m willing if you are.”
Considering Zhou Mi’s hips were making his eyes cross, he was definitely willing.
“Though. It takes a lot of effort. It’s kind of hard.”
“With your mouth, it always is,” Kyuhyun sighed.
And then he pulled Zhou Mi, laughing far too much, in for a kiss.
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