Fuck My Life (Or Zhoumi?)
Series: Rare Pairings
Title: Fuck My Life (Or Zhoumi?)
Pairing: Yoochun/Zhoumi
Rating: NC17
Summary: Yoochun decides to corner Zhoumi at SJM's Welcome Back party... only to be cornered himself.
Length: One-shot
A/N: The first part of this story was done by maxism12 , I hope this is alright, bb. <3
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This was all Zhoumi’s fault, he had decided. Ever since he had called Ryeowook that day to fanboy about his composition, Yoochun had decided he liked the way Zhoumi answered the phone (even though he had left him hanging and very, very hard).
So, he continued to call every day.
Unfortunately, every day another member of Super Junior M would pick up - except Zhoumi.
[“Hello?”
“Oh! Uh, Henry…” Yoochun coiled the phone cord around his finger while he thought of a reason for his call.
“… Yoochun? Why are you calling here?” Henry’s bored tone didn’t fail to bug Yoochun.
“Yah, I can’t call to check on my favorite brothers?” He retorted back.
“Your favorite brothers are still in Korea, gege.”
“Hey, don’t use Chinese on me! You’re just doing that to irritate me!”
“Yeah, Yoochun-ah… whatever you say.” Henry snickered devilishly and Yoochun wondered just who the boy had been hanging out with to make him so… devilish… Kyuhyun, you little snark! I’m gonna kill Changmin for teaching you that and then you teaching the innocent Henry!
“Grrrrr,” Yoochun didn’t even bother saying bye as he hung up. On the other end, Henry high-fived Zhoumi.]
And then, then, there was Hankyung… Oh my fucking God! Yoochun mentally shot himself over that one…
[“Zhoumi... Won’t you come back and touch me? I’ll let you top this time - I promise.” Yoochun had moaned wantonly into the phone, sure that Zhoumi was the one who had picked up this time.
“Uh, Yoochun?” Hankyung’s gentle voice questioned, “Zhoumi’s, uh, busy…” And Yoochun choked himself with the phone cord and hung up.]
It wasn’t so bad, really, but Yoochun respected Hankyung (Heechul’s fault) and didn’t want him to think badly of him. He was a good hyung and little more than conservative, so there was the reason that one was so bad.
Then there was Kyuhyun and his snark filled conversation in which Yoochun scolded him for teaching Henry the ‘snark way’ and Kyuhyun just chuckled that evil maknae chuckle and handed the phone to Ryeowook. The ‘eternal maknae’ and official cook of SJM just prattled on about how hard it was for him and Hankyung (Yoochun blanched at the name) to feed 5 hungry men/growing boys. The phone was stolen by Donghae who was more concerned to talking about how much Henry was teaching him on the violin and how much he missed Korea. Yoochun had only talked to him for a few minutes before the phone was mysteriously hung up.
Dial tone for a few minutes and then Yoochun hung up as well, only to pick the phone back up when it rang. “Hello?”
“Yoochun-ah…” That voice!
“Ah…” Yoochun’s breath caught in his throat as he thought of something sexy to say to Zhoumi.
“Yoochun…..” It was Siwon. Fuck my life…
“Hey, Siwon… is, uh, Zhoumi there?”
“Oh! Yeah, hang on - uh, well he’s saying he’s not and motioning for me to hang up… Sorry, Yoochun.” And then the phone was hung up and Yoochun proceeded to rip some of his hair out.
On the other side of the room, Jaejoong and Changmin were laughing at him. “Why don’t you just wait?” Changmin managed out after stifling his snickers. “They’ll be back tomorrow.”
Yoochun allowed a Cheshire cat grin to cross his face and he cackled, throwing his head back and promptly falling off of the piano bench in their practice room.
////The next afternoon…
All of the Dong Bang boys decided to drop by Super Junior’s dorm building to bid everyone from Super Junior M a ‘welcome back’ (and because Heechul had threatened castration if they didn’t bring alcohol to their ‘Welcome Back’ party.) Yoochun was well prepared with a plan to woo Zhoumi and get into his pants - regardless of there being 18 other people there… not to mention the possibility of other SM artist drop-ins - like Key and his ramblings on how loud they were being or Sulli and her cuteness (which would be a huge deflate to a certain region…)
The plan was simple - corner Zhoumi, offering him no escape and then drag him into a random bedroom and fuck his eyeballs out. Hopefully that said bedroom would be Kangin’s or Heechul’s… or worse, Leeteuk’s. Have you seen his temper? You haven’t known fear if you haven’t seen Leeteuk’s temper. Regardless, getting off point… Where was I? Oh, the plan… well, that was pretty much it actually. So what if it was lame, Yoochun didn’t care.
The entirety of Super Junior’s dorm floors, which were the top two floors of the building, had been turned into one giant dance floor. The top had all the food, so that was Dong Bang’s destination. Who’d have thought they would be met with chaos the second they stepped out of the elevator? Yoochun sighed at the sight of the whole top floor - Leeteuk and Kangin were apparently in charge of keeping wandering hands (coughEunhyuk & Kyuhyuncough) off of the food long enough for everyone to arrive - the late group being Yoochun and his four sour puss friends (Jaejoong had just shrieked at a 'drunken' Heechul for spilling soju on his favorite top).
Then when Leeteuk and Kangin spotted the quintet, all hell broke loose and it was all Yoochun could do to shift to one side of the room to make sure not to be trampled on by a very ravenous Kyuhyun who beat even Eunhyuk and Changmin to the food table and began picking random food stuffs and piling them on a plate. Yoochun face-palmed and hoped to whatever deity was listening that he would be able to find Zhoumi in one piece after that short lived chaos.
You would have thought that being on a plane at ass hour of the morning would tire out the 7 members of SJM, but no, Yoochun was dead wrong he decided an hour later. Hankyung was off with Heechul; possibly molesting anyone they could get their hands on (Hankyung’s far less than conservative when it involves Heechul and soju). Henry and Ryeowook were dancing together, laughing as Yesung joined in with his spastic dancing. Siwon was having a polite conversation with Yunho and Sungmin, hanging drunkenly off of the latter and Kyuhyun had disappeared with Donghae and Eunhyuk somewhere - and Junsu joining soon after.
As it turned out, Yoochun was dead wrong about a lot of things… and finding Zhoumi in the chaos that made up Dong Bang Su Ju was one of them. He sighed, resigning himself to never getting Zhoumi back for that very suggestive phone call those few weeks ago when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a tongue trailed along the shell of his ear. He shivered involuntarily, his horniness really in overload by now, “For the last time, Kibum, I am not going to fuck you against the wall.”
“I’m hurt that you can’t feel that it’s me, your loveable boyfriend.” That very specific voice whispered into Yoochun’s ear as a crotch was pressed to his backside and he shivered again, this time in excitement.
“Where have you been, Mi?” Yoochun whispered harshly, turning in Zhoumi’s embrace and glaring up at him. There was no real bite to it though and Zhoumi just chuckled at it, his smile splitting his face in half.
“I’ve been around,” He answered cryptically as he guided Yoochun to a random room and away from the ear-splitting dance music Kangin just had to blast at Heechul’s request. Yoochun just smiled despite his annoyance from before.
In the room was a neatly made bed and on it were rose petals. There was one perfect rose in the middle of the bed and, at Zhoumi’s urging, Yoochun walked over and picked it up. On it was a note that simply read, “Happy Anniversary.”
“Eh…” Yoochun counted on his fingers and blanched. “Oh no… I forgot our anniversary.”
Behind him, Zhoumi chuckled, closing and locking the door before walking over and wrapping his arms around Yoochun’s waist. “It’s okay.” He whispered, his fingertips brushing along the small bit of skin Yoochun’s high cut shirt revealed. Did he even realize it was short…?
Yoochun relaxed into his arms and turned around to smirk up at him. “Well then… I guess you’ll have to punish me?” He offered, already tugging at Zhoumi’s belt. The latter gave him a crooked grin and removed the hands supporting Yoochun’s body against him and let the latter drop onto the bed unceremoniously. Yoochun huffed up at Zhoumi, then quickly shut his mouth as he watched the taller man strip and then practically rip Yoochun’s clothes off.
When the Chinese man was satisfied with their nakedness, he crawled onto the bed, a smirk on his lips and Yoochun swallowed visibly. He hovered over Yoochun, their legs instantly entwining together as they looked at each other. Both of them had no muscles to brag about and they were very thin and, in Yoochun’s case, pretty pale compared to the normal Asian male.
They gave each other a brief smile and their lips connected. Yoochun wound his arms around Zhoumi’s neck, slanting his head to deepen their kiss. Zhoumi smiled against his lips and delved his tongue into Yoochun’s hot, moist cavern, licking at the roof of his mouth. Yoochun moaned and rubbed against Zhoumi, reveling in the fact that he, too, was hard.
Zhoumi thrust his lower half against Yoochun’s, groaning when Yoochun wrapped a hand around his erection. “Chunnie…” He mumbled, raking his fingers through the short black hair on Yoochun’s head. The smaller man smiled up at him, kissing his lips gently. He began stroking Zhoumi’s erection, reveling in those delicious mewls and what seemed like Chinese curses coming from his lips.
The Chinese man was so into those intimate touches that he didn’t realize Yoochun had switched their positions until he felt a lubed finger thrust into his entrance. He jumped and his eyes snapped open (when had he closed them?). “Awh, Chunnie, I thought I got to top?” Zhoumi couldn’t stop the somewhat childish, yet manly whine. It was the whine of a man denied what he ultimately wanted and Yoochun liked it.
“Nope, sorry, Mimi, but I still have to punish you for that phone call…” Yoochun leaned down and licked a trail from Zhoumi’s belly button to his lips, nipping here and there. He took Zhoumi’s bottom lip in his mouth and sucked on it sexily. Zhoumi moaned unabashedly and thrust against the probing finger, wanting his lover to go further.
“Yoochun, if you don’t go further, so help me I will flip this over.” Zhoumi whispered, a dangerous tone in his voice. Yoochun smirked - just what he had wanted. He took his finger out and Zhoumi gave him a deathly glare and Yoochun just smirked challengingly and thrust three fingers into Zhoumi. The Chinese man arched off of the bed, a silent scream working past his lips, a small squeak coming out instead.
“You know… that’s not what I want, Yoochun.” Zhoumi rolled his name off of his lips, knowing Yoochun loved that. Yoochun shook his head and thrust the three fingers in and out of the Chinese man, moving each individually and brushing against Zhoumi’s prostrate until he was moaning and panting incoherently on the bed. “Fuck, Yoochun… just do it already!” He groaned.
Yoochun chuckled, pulling his fingers out and leaning down to whisper in Zhoumi’s ear. “Mm, what was it you said you were going to do to me if I let you top? ‘You would fuck me senselessly…slam the life out of me’, am I right?” He pulled away to watch Zhoumi’s face as he slammed his well lubed cock into him. The beautiful face twisted from a pained expression at the sudden intrusion into that of pleasure. Yoochun paused in his movements, even holding down Zhoumi’s waist so he couldn’t thrust up, teasing the Chinese man.
“Fuck, Yoochun… fuck me already!” He groaned, pulling at Yoochun’s shoulders.
Yoochun chuckled as he finally complied, deciding to limit the time Zhoumi spent around Heechul. He gripped Zhoumi’s waist and started a very hard and quick pace, unafraid of Zhoumi’s dislike - he knew his lover would enjoy this pace. As expected, Zhoumi wrapped his long, thin legs around Yoochun’s waist and pushed him deeper, matching his pace easily.
One of Yoochun’s arms wound around Zhoumi’s waist, his hand fanning out on the small of the man’s back, helping him to meet the pace better, while he reached the other up and intertwined his fingers with Zhoumi’s above the Chinese man’s head. Zhoumi moaned, his eyes shutting and enjoying the immense pleasure he was receiving from his lover.
As Yoochun felt the heat of his oncoming climax racing through his veins, he slowly released Zhoumi’s waist and used the now free hand to wrap around Zhoumi’s leaking erection. He stroked and squeezing the pulsing length, swiping his thumb across the top and pressing down just barely. Zhoumi shouted Yoochun’s name as he came, his semen splattering across his and Yoochun’s stomachs.
The Chinese man panted harshly and purposely squeezed himself around Yoochun’s cock, milking his climax out of him. Yoochun groaned Zhoumi’s name loudly against the man’s shoulder as he came, his body going limp as his orgasm worked through him. Zhoumi wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s back and allowed the man to fall onto his chest as his breathing regulated.
It seemed like 30 minutes had passed before either of them spoke, or moved. Yoochun kissed Zhoumi’s shoulder and slowly pulled out of him, the Chinese man hissing as one last jolt of pleasure rushed through him when Yoochun’s limp cock left him. Yoochun fell to the side of Zhoumi, pulling the man into his arms, laughing when a long leg was slung over his waist.
“That was great.” Zhoumi grinned against Yoochun’s cheek. The latter rolled his eyes and pinched Zhoumi.
“Oh really? Even though I topped?” He smirked when Zhoumi bit his shoulder in retaliation to his pinch.
“Yes.” Zhoumi spoke with finality, giving Yoochun a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing the bottom of the comforter on the bed and rolled it over them.
“You two do realize you’re cleaning my bed before either of you sleep tonight.” A voice spoke from the doorway. Zhoumi’s eyes widened and they met with Yoochun’s equally large eyes. They both peeked over the top of the bed comforter and grinned innocently at Yesung, who stood there holding his room’s key in his hand.
“Yes sir,” Zhoumi giggled and then hid his face in Yoochun’s chest. Yesung rolled his eyes at them and closed the door; the lock clicking as soon as it shut signaling Yesung had locked it back for them.
“How kind…” Yoochun chuckled and then let his head fall back onto the bed. He kissed Zhoumi’s forehead and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to overtake him… even if just for a bit.
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Ending was lame wasn't it?
Gah, I suck at this, I really do...
Oh well, I hope you enjoyed this really...
interesting pairing. Look out for more from me <3
Comments are ♥
Title: Fuck My Life (Or Zhoumi?)
Pairing: Yoochun/Zhoumi
Rating: NC17
Summary: Yoochun decides to corner Zhoumi at SJM's Welcome Back party... only to be cornered himself.
Length: One-shot
A/N: The first part of this story was done by maxism12 , I hope this is alright, bb. <3
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This was all Zhoumi’s fault, he had decided. Ever since he had called Ryeowook that day to fanboy about his composition, Yoochun had decided he liked the way Zhoumi answered the phone (even though he had left him hanging and very, very hard).
So, he continued to call every day.
Unfortunately, every day another member of Super Junior M would pick up - except Zhoumi.
[“Hello?”
“Oh! Uh, Henry…” Yoochun coiled the phone cord around his finger while he thought of a reason for his call.
“… Yoochun? Why are you calling here?” Henry’s bored tone didn’t fail to bug Yoochun.
“Yah, I can’t call to check on my favorite brothers?” He retorted back.
“Your favorite brothers are still in Korea, gege.”
“Hey, don’t use Chinese on me! You’re just doing that to irritate me!”
“Yeah, Yoochun-ah… whatever you say.” Henry snickered devilishly and Yoochun wondered just who the boy had been hanging out with to make him so… devilish… Kyuhyun, you little snark! I’m gonna kill Changmin for teaching you that and then you teaching the innocent Henry!
“Grrrrr,” Yoochun didn’t even bother saying bye as he hung up. On the other end, Henry high-fived Zhoumi.]
And then, then, there was Hankyung… Oh my fucking God! Yoochun mentally shot himself over that one…
[“Zhoumi... Won’t you come back and touch me? I’ll let you top this time - I promise.” Yoochun had moaned wantonly into the phone, sure that Zhoumi was the one who had picked up this time.
“Uh, Yoochun?” Hankyung’s gentle voice questioned, “Zhoumi’s, uh, busy…” And Yoochun choked himself with the phone cord and hung up.]
It wasn’t so bad, really, but Yoochun respected Hankyung (Heechul’s fault) and didn’t want him to think badly of him. He was a good hyung and little more than conservative, so there was the reason that one was so bad.
Then there was Kyuhyun and his snark filled conversation in which Yoochun scolded him for teaching Henry the ‘snark way’ and Kyuhyun just chuckled that evil maknae chuckle and handed the phone to Ryeowook. The ‘eternal maknae’ and official cook of SJM just prattled on about how hard it was for him and Hankyung (Yoochun blanched at the name) to feed 5 hungry men/growing boys. The phone was stolen by Donghae who was more concerned to talking about how much Henry was teaching him on the violin and how much he missed Korea. Yoochun had only talked to him for a few minutes before the phone was mysteriously hung up.
Dial tone for a few minutes and then Yoochun hung up as well, only to pick the phone back up when it rang. “Hello?”
“Yoochun-ah…” That voice!
“Ah…” Yoochun’s breath caught in his throat as he thought of something sexy to say to Zhoumi.
“Yoochun…..” It was Siwon. Fuck my life…
“Hey, Siwon… is, uh, Zhoumi there?”
“Oh! Yeah, hang on - uh, well he’s saying he’s not and motioning for me to hang up… Sorry, Yoochun.” And then the phone was hung up and Yoochun proceeded to rip some of his hair out.
On the other side of the room, Jaejoong and Changmin were laughing at him. “Why don’t you just wait?” Changmin managed out after stifling his snickers. “They’ll be back tomorrow.”
Yoochun allowed a Cheshire cat grin to cross his face and he cackled, throwing his head back and promptly falling off of the piano bench in their practice room.
////The next afternoon…
All of the Dong Bang boys decided to drop by Super Junior’s dorm building to bid everyone from Super Junior M a ‘welcome back’ (and because Heechul had threatened castration if they didn’t bring alcohol to their ‘Welcome Back’ party.) Yoochun was well prepared with a plan to woo Zhoumi and get into his pants - regardless of there being 18 other people there… not to mention the possibility of other SM artist drop-ins - like Key and his ramblings on how loud they were being or Sulli and her cuteness (which would be a huge deflate to a certain region…)
The plan was simple - corner Zhoumi, offering him no escape and then drag him into a random bedroom and fuck his eyeballs out. Hopefully that said bedroom would be Kangin’s or Heechul’s… or worse, Leeteuk’s. Have you seen his temper? You haven’t known fear if you haven’t seen Leeteuk’s temper. Regardless, getting off point… Where was I? Oh, the plan… well, that was pretty much it actually. So what if it was lame, Yoochun didn’t care.
The entirety of Super Junior’s dorm floors, which were the top two floors of the building, had been turned into one giant dance floor. The top had all the food, so that was Dong Bang’s destination. Who’d have thought they would be met with chaos the second they stepped out of the elevator? Yoochun sighed at the sight of the whole top floor - Leeteuk and Kangin were apparently in charge of keeping wandering hands (coughEunhyuk & Kyuhyuncough) off of the food long enough for everyone to arrive - the late group being Yoochun and his four sour puss friends (Jaejoong had just shrieked at a 'drunken' Heechul for spilling soju on his favorite top).
Then when Leeteuk and Kangin spotted the quintet, all hell broke loose and it was all Yoochun could do to shift to one side of the room to make sure not to be trampled on by a very ravenous Kyuhyun who beat even Eunhyuk and Changmin to the food table and began picking random food stuffs and piling them on a plate. Yoochun face-palmed and hoped to whatever deity was listening that he would be able to find Zhoumi in one piece after that short lived chaos.
You would have thought that being on a plane at ass hour of the morning would tire out the 7 members of SJM, but no, Yoochun was dead wrong he decided an hour later. Hankyung was off with Heechul; possibly molesting anyone they could get their hands on (Hankyung’s far less than conservative when it involves Heechul and soju). Henry and Ryeowook were dancing together, laughing as Yesung joined in with his spastic dancing. Siwon was having a polite conversation with Yunho and Sungmin, hanging drunkenly off of the latter and Kyuhyun had disappeared with Donghae and Eunhyuk somewhere - and Junsu joining soon after.
As it turned out, Yoochun was dead wrong about a lot of things… and finding Zhoumi in the chaos that made up Dong Bang Su Ju was one of them. He sighed, resigning himself to never getting Zhoumi back for that very suggestive phone call those few weeks ago when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a tongue trailed along the shell of his ear. He shivered involuntarily, his horniness really in overload by now, “For the last time, Kibum, I am not going to fuck you against the wall.”
“I’m hurt that you can’t feel that it’s me, your loveable boyfriend.” That very specific voice whispered into Yoochun’s ear as a crotch was pressed to his backside and he shivered again, this time in excitement.
“Where have you been, Mi?” Yoochun whispered harshly, turning in Zhoumi’s embrace and glaring up at him. There was no real bite to it though and Zhoumi just chuckled at it, his smile splitting his face in half.
“I’ve been around,” He answered cryptically as he guided Yoochun to a random room and away from the ear-splitting dance music Kangin just had to blast at Heechul’s request. Yoochun just smiled despite his annoyance from before.
In the room was a neatly made bed and on it were rose petals. There was one perfect rose in the middle of the bed and, at Zhoumi’s urging, Yoochun walked over and picked it up. On it was a note that simply read, “Happy Anniversary.”
“Eh…” Yoochun counted on his fingers and blanched. “Oh no… I forgot our anniversary.”
Behind him, Zhoumi chuckled, closing and locking the door before walking over and wrapping his arms around Yoochun’s waist. “It’s okay.” He whispered, his fingertips brushing along the small bit of skin Yoochun’s high cut shirt revealed. Did he even realize it was short…?
Yoochun relaxed into his arms and turned around to smirk up at him. “Well then… I guess you’ll have to punish me?” He offered, already tugging at Zhoumi’s belt. The latter gave him a crooked grin and removed the hands supporting Yoochun’s body against him and let the latter drop onto the bed unceremoniously. Yoochun huffed up at Zhoumi, then quickly shut his mouth as he watched the taller man strip and then practically rip Yoochun’s clothes off.
When the Chinese man was satisfied with their nakedness, he crawled onto the bed, a smirk on his lips and Yoochun swallowed visibly. He hovered over Yoochun, their legs instantly entwining together as they looked at each other. Both of them had no muscles to brag about and they were very thin and, in Yoochun’s case, pretty pale compared to the normal Asian male.
They gave each other a brief smile and their lips connected. Yoochun wound his arms around Zhoumi’s neck, slanting his head to deepen their kiss. Zhoumi smiled against his lips and delved his tongue into Yoochun’s hot, moist cavern, licking at the roof of his mouth. Yoochun moaned and rubbed against Zhoumi, reveling in the fact that he, too, was hard.
Zhoumi thrust his lower half against Yoochun’s, groaning when Yoochun wrapped a hand around his erection. “Chunnie…” He mumbled, raking his fingers through the short black hair on Yoochun’s head. The smaller man smiled up at him, kissing his lips gently. He began stroking Zhoumi’s erection, reveling in those delicious mewls and what seemed like Chinese curses coming from his lips.
The Chinese man was so into those intimate touches that he didn’t realize Yoochun had switched their positions until he felt a lubed finger thrust into his entrance. He jumped and his eyes snapped open (when had he closed them?). “Awh, Chunnie, I thought I got to top?” Zhoumi couldn’t stop the somewhat childish, yet manly whine. It was the whine of a man denied what he ultimately wanted and Yoochun liked it.
“Nope, sorry, Mimi, but I still have to punish you for that phone call…” Yoochun leaned down and licked a trail from Zhoumi’s belly button to his lips, nipping here and there. He took Zhoumi’s bottom lip in his mouth and sucked on it sexily. Zhoumi moaned unabashedly and thrust against the probing finger, wanting his lover to go further.
“Yoochun, if you don’t go further, so help me I will flip this over.” Zhoumi whispered, a dangerous tone in his voice. Yoochun smirked - just what he had wanted. He took his finger out and Zhoumi gave him a deathly glare and Yoochun just smirked challengingly and thrust three fingers into Zhoumi. The Chinese man arched off of the bed, a silent scream working past his lips, a small squeak coming out instead.
“You know… that’s not what I want, Yoochun.” Zhoumi rolled his name off of his lips, knowing Yoochun loved that. Yoochun shook his head and thrust the three fingers in and out of the Chinese man, moving each individually and brushing against Zhoumi’s prostrate until he was moaning and panting incoherently on the bed. “Fuck, Yoochun… just do it already!” He groaned.
Yoochun chuckled, pulling his fingers out and leaning down to whisper in Zhoumi’s ear. “Mm, what was it you said you were going to do to me if I let you top? ‘You would fuck me senselessly…slam the life out of me’, am I right?” He pulled away to watch Zhoumi’s face as he slammed his well lubed cock into him. The beautiful face twisted from a pained expression at the sudden intrusion into that of pleasure. Yoochun paused in his movements, even holding down Zhoumi’s waist so he couldn’t thrust up, teasing the Chinese man.
“Fuck, Yoochun… fuck me already!” He groaned, pulling at Yoochun’s shoulders.
Yoochun chuckled as he finally complied, deciding to limit the time Zhoumi spent around Heechul. He gripped Zhoumi’s waist and started a very hard and quick pace, unafraid of Zhoumi’s dislike - he knew his lover would enjoy this pace. As expected, Zhoumi wrapped his long, thin legs around Yoochun’s waist and pushed him deeper, matching his pace easily.
One of Yoochun’s arms wound around Zhoumi’s waist, his hand fanning out on the small of the man’s back, helping him to meet the pace better, while he reached the other up and intertwined his fingers with Zhoumi’s above the Chinese man’s head. Zhoumi moaned, his eyes shutting and enjoying the immense pleasure he was receiving from his lover.
As Yoochun felt the heat of his oncoming climax racing through his veins, he slowly released Zhoumi’s waist and used the now free hand to wrap around Zhoumi’s leaking erection. He stroked and squeezing the pulsing length, swiping his thumb across the top and pressing down just barely. Zhoumi shouted Yoochun’s name as he came, his semen splattering across his and Yoochun’s stomachs.
The Chinese man panted harshly and purposely squeezed himself around Yoochun’s cock, milking his climax out of him. Yoochun groaned Zhoumi’s name loudly against the man’s shoulder as he came, his body going limp as his orgasm worked through him. Zhoumi wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s back and allowed the man to fall onto his chest as his breathing regulated.
It seemed like 30 minutes had passed before either of them spoke, or moved. Yoochun kissed Zhoumi’s shoulder and slowly pulled out of him, the Chinese man hissing as one last jolt of pleasure rushed through him when Yoochun’s limp cock left him. Yoochun fell to the side of Zhoumi, pulling the man into his arms, laughing when a long leg was slung over his waist.
“That was great.” Zhoumi grinned against Yoochun’s cheek. The latter rolled his eyes and pinched Zhoumi.
“Oh really? Even though I topped?” He smirked when Zhoumi bit his shoulder in retaliation to his pinch.
“Yes.” Zhoumi spoke with finality, giving Yoochun a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing the bottom of the comforter on the bed and rolled it over them.
“You two do realize you’re cleaning my bed before either of you sleep tonight.” A voice spoke from the doorway. Zhoumi’s eyes widened and they met with Yoochun’s equally large eyes. They both peeked over the top of the bed comforter and grinned innocently at Yesung, who stood there holding his room’s key in his hand.
“Yes sir,” Zhoumi giggled and then hid his face in Yoochun’s chest. Yesung rolled his eyes at them and closed the door; the lock clicking as soon as it shut signaling Yesung had locked it back for them.
“How kind…” Yoochun chuckled and then let his head fall back onto the bed. He kissed Zhoumi’s forehead and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to overtake him… even if just for a bit.
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Ending was lame wasn't it?
Gah, I suck at this, I really do...
Oh well, I hope you enjoyed this really...
interesting pairing. Look out for more from me <3
Comments are ♥