This Is Why (Flashfic Challenge 24: Half A Conversation)
Title: This Is Why
Author: cmplctd
Word count: 567.
Concrit?: Sure.
Pairing: Minsu.
Rating: NC17.
Summary: Changmin misses every single inch of Junsu. It's been too long, but why?
Prompt: I need to remember how I forgot you.
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“Oh God…This…” Junsu’s moan lingers around Changmin’s ear. He can feel his hot breath dangling, moisture curling around his ear. Changmin responding, equally as lusty and desperate.
“How…” Changmin mutters, nails scratching at Junsu’s back. His legs hugging Junsu’s waist, pulling them together, he moans. Junsu thrusts himself deep, buried to the hilt, into Changmin’s already bruised and tender prostate.
“Oh, fuck!” Changmin shouts, throwing his head to the side, catching the corner of the pillow in his mouth. “More, more, more.” Changmin screams. Junsu’s strong arms, protecting him, cradling his body. He can feel his cock rubbing against Junsu’s smooth, toned stomach.
“Why’d we stop this again?” Changmin breathes between thrusts.
It’s been so long. He hasn’t felt Junsu’s touch in such a long time. A month, or two. He’s sure there was a reason, but god forbid him remember it. It feels too good. He claws Junsu’s back some more, every now and then slapping his plump ass, giving it a nice squeeze before Junsu rams himself back in.
“I don’t know. Just shut up and moan,” Junsu sits up and continues fucking Changmin on his knees. He watches himself slide in and out of Changmin’s hole. Sinfully good. He rolls his head, resting his hands delicately over Changmin’s hips, guiding them in, out, and repeat.
Changmin’s on the verge of remembering. It bothers him how something so good was left so far away. “Harder!” Changmin moans, still attached to Junsu, he flips himself over on his hands and knees, changing up his position. “Fuck!”
Junsu slaps Changmin’s ass, giving it a nice shade of red. Changmin, longing for Junsu’s hips, none of his other fucks were as good anymore. Junsu swirls his hips, cock churning, roaming every inch of Changmin.
“Ungh, yes!” Changmin moans, remembering, almost. The familiar swirling of hips, his technique, his cock, something was familiar. He reaches down, fingers coiling around his stiff, neglected cock. He pumps himself, stomach tightening, ready for release.
Junsu’s hand meets Changmin’s at his cock until Changmin’s moaning, his hips dangerously bucking, and strings of cum fly across his stomach and chest. Junsu’s not too far behind; he gives Changmin some last minute erratic thrusts and immediately pulls out. He jerks himself until cum is coating Changmin’s face like make up.
Changmin blows off the cum rolling over his lips, “That’s why.”
Junsu ignores him, post-orgasm racking his body, his breathing hitches. “Fuck you,” Changmin pushes Junsu down. He grabs a tissue and wipes his face and body, “That’s why we stopped fucking. This is why.” He beams the tissue to Junsu, who was blissfully laying on the bed, basking in his glory.
“Yuck,” Changmin takes another tissue and wipes the remaining cum off his face, “Now I remember,” Changmin grabs his clothes and leaves a smirking Junsu.
Months later, they’re at it again. Changmin’s breathing heavy, missing every inch of Junsu’s cock. His ministrations, the teasing, the fucking, and then he remembers, “No!”
But this time, he’s prepared. Changmin smirks as Junsu’s cock is staring angrily back at him. Changmin wraps his lips around Junsu’s cock, and sucks him off until every drop of cum is taken care of, swallowed and digested.
This time, he’s basking in his glory and leaves a confused Junsu on the bed. He sexily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Dirty bastard.” He smirks, walking out, “Gotcha.”
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Author: cmplctd
Word count: 567.
Concrit?: Sure.
Pairing: Minsu.
Rating: NC17.
Summary: Changmin misses every single inch of Junsu. It's been too long, but why?
Prompt: I need to remember how I forgot you.
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“Oh God…This…” Junsu’s moan lingers around Changmin’s ear. He can feel his hot breath dangling, moisture curling around his ear. Changmin responding, equally as lusty and desperate.
“How…” Changmin mutters, nails scratching at Junsu’s back. His legs hugging Junsu’s waist, pulling them together, he moans. Junsu thrusts himself deep, buried to the hilt, into Changmin’s already bruised and tender prostate.
“Oh, fuck!” Changmin shouts, throwing his head to the side, catching the corner of the pillow in his mouth. “More, more, more.” Changmin screams. Junsu’s strong arms, protecting him, cradling his body. He can feel his cock rubbing against Junsu’s smooth, toned stomach.
“Why’d we stop this again?” Changmin breathes between thrusts.
It’s been so long. He hasn’t felt Junsu’s touch in such a long time. A month, or two. He’s sure there was a reason, but god forbid him remember it. It feels too good. He claws Junsu’s back some more, every now and then slapping his plump ass, giving it a nice squeeze before Junsu rams himself back in.
“I don’t know. Just shut up and moan,” Junsu sits up and continues fucking Changmin on his knees. He watches himself slide in and out of Changmin’s hole. Sinfully good. He rolls his head, resting his hands delicately over Changmin’s hips, guiding them in, out, and repeat.
Changmin’s on the verge of remembering. It bothers him how something so good was left so far away. “Harder!” Changmin moans, still attached to Junsu, he flips himself over on his hands and knees, changing up his position. “Fuck!”
Junsu slaps Changmin’s ass, giving it a nice shade of red. Changmin, longing for Junsu’s hips, none of his other fucks were as good anymore. Junsu swirls his hips, cock churning, roaming every inch of Changmin.
“Ungh, yes!” Changmin moans, remembering, almost. The familiar swirling of hips, his technique, his cock, something was familiar. He reaches down, fingers coiling around his stiff, neglected cock. He pumps himself, stomach tightening, ready for release.
Junsu’s hand meets Changmin’s at his cock until Changmin’s moaning, his hips dangerously bucking, and strings of cum fly across his stomach and chest. Junsu’s not too far behind; he gives Changmin some last minute erratic thrusts and immediately pulls out. He jerks himself until cum is coating Changmin’s face like make up.
Changmin blows off the cum rolling over his lips, “That’s why.”
Junsu ignores him, post-orgasm racking his body, his breathing hitches. “Fuck you,” Changmin pushes Junsu down. He grabs a tissue and wipes his face and body, “That’s why we stopped fucking. This is why.” He beams the tissue to Junsu, who was blissfully laying on the bed, basking in his glory.
“Yuck,” Changmin takes another tissue and wipes the remaining cum off his face, “Now I remember,” Changmin grabs his clothes and leaves a smirking Junsu.
Months later, they’re at it again. Changmin’s breathing heavy, missing every inch of Junsu’s cock. His ministrations, the teasing, the fucking, and then he remembers, “No!”
But this time, he’s prepared. Changmin smirks as Junsu’s cock is staring angrily back at him. Changmin wraps his lips around Junsu’s cock, and sucks him off until every drop of cum is taken care of, swallowed and digested.
This time, he’s basking in his glory and leaves a confused Junsu on the bed. He sexily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Dirty bastard.” He smirks, walking out, “Gotcha.”
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