The Anatomy of a Love Affair (drabble challenge 14: necessity)
Title: The Anatomy of a Love Affair
Author: thevignette
Word count: 200
Concrit?: Go ahead
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Author's Notes: Here goes my first try at Minsu
Junsu shuts the door behind him, and blends gradually into the darkness of the room.
The floorboards creak as Changmin crosses the distance between them with three-and a-half strides, gathers Junsu into his arms, desperately fisting the fabric of Junsu’s sweater. Junsu whines, aligns his body with Changmin’s, digs his fingers into the delicate bumps of Changmin’s spine.
Hearts and lyrics are scattered everywhere, and the room smells like cigarette smoke and stale coffee. How long do you think we can do this? Changmin ponders after a round of violent urgent love-making. Junsu, on his way out of the bathroom, trips over the unravelled strips of memories strewn across the floor.
I will always want you, Junsu says, crawling his way under the covers and pushes wet fingers against Changmin’s hipbones, staining.
Somewhere in the background, Junsu’s girlfriend is calling him, his cell phone vibrating in the pocket of his pants that are pooled on the floor.
Junsu arches like a cat as Changmin presses an open-mouthed kiss against his Adam’s apple, gasps. I will always need you, Junsu says when they finish the second round, this time slow, languid, as though they have all the time in the world.
Author: thevignette
Word count: 200
Concrit?: Go ahead
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Author's Notes: Here goes my first try at Minsu
Junsu shuts the door behind him, and blends gradually into the darkness of the room.
The floorboards creak as Changmin crosses the distance between them with three-and a-half strides, gathers Junsu into his arms, desperately fisting the fabric of Junsu’s sweater. Junsu whines, aligns his body with Changmin’s, digs his fingers into the delicate bumps of Changmin’s spine.
Hearts and lyrics are scattered everywhere, and the room smells like cigarette smoke and stale coffee. How long do you think we can do this? Changmin ponders after a round of violent urgent love-making. Junsu, on his way out of the bathroom, trips over the unravelled strips of memories strewn across the floor.
I will always want you, Junsu says, crawling his way under the covers and pushes wet fingers against Changmin’s hipbones, staining.
Somewhere in the background, Junsu’s girlfriend is calling him, his cell phone vibrating in the pocket of his pants that are pooled on the floor.
Junsu arches like a cat as Changmin presses an open-mouthed kiss against his Adam’s apple, gasps. I will always need you, Junsu says when they finish the second round, this time slow, languid, as though they have all the time in the world.