Happy Belated Valentine's Day, azurehook!
Title: Intersection
Author: docmari
Gifted To: azurehook
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Length: 233 w
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut
Summary: There were scattered highways across the palms of their hands.
Warning(s): public!sex
A/N: n/a
1.
Never any room to talk before sex, you let your bodies handle the conversation instead.
2.
Junsu's fingertips brushing against your cock through faded jeans is a dare. You pulling him in close for a kiss, grinding your hips together obscenely, is an agreement to the challenge. Leaving the club hand in hand and hailing a taxi is a mutual bad idea.
3.
The driver isn't even bothering to hide his gaze; looking back and forth between the oncoming traffic and the rear view mirror with uncomfortable eyes.
4.
Junsu's got you bent over at an awkward angle.
One of his hands holds both your wrists while the other fists your cock painfully slow.
As he teases you, you rest your head against the left backseat window in a daze.
With every thrust from all too eager hips, you whine against the glass; fogging it with your loneliness.
The steam curls into nothing.
5.
You redress quietly, stiff shoulders reading "I might fall for you if our gazes cross."
Still avoiding eye contact, he leans his head against your arm. A wordless suggestion for you to cancel your trip home for the night and have the driver ride you around in circles. A decision to watch the sunset from a yellow checkered car and maybe even learn how to make your eyes meet - unafraid - for more than than half a second.
A mutual good idea.
Author: docmari
Gifted To: azurehook
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Length: 233 w
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut
Summary: There were scattered highways across the palms of their hands.
Warning(s): public!sex
A/N: n/a
1.
Never any room to talk before sex, you let your bodies handle the conversation instead.
2.
Junsu's fingertips brushing against your cock through faded jeans is a dare. You pulling him in close for a kiss, grinding your hips together obscenely, is an agreement to the challenge. Leaving the club hand in hand and hailing a taxi is a mutual bad idea.
3.
The driver isn't even bothering to hide his gaze; looking back and forth between the oncoming traffic and the rear view mirror with uncomfortable eyes.
4.
Junsu's got you bent over at an awkward angle.
One of his hands holds both your wrists while the other fists your cock painfully slow.
As he teases you, you rest your head against the left backseat window in a daze.
With every thrust from all too eager hips, you whine against the glass; fogging it with your loneliness.
The steam curls into nothing.
5.
You redress quietly, stiff shoulders reading "I might fall for you if our gazes cross."
Still avoiding eye contact, he leans his head against your arm. A wordless suggestion for you to cancel your trip home for the night and have the driver ride you around in circles. A decision to watch the sunset from a yellow checkered car and maybe even learn how to make your eyes meet - unafraid - for more than than half a second.
A mutual good idea.