HoMin - Jailbait
Title: Jailbait
Pairings: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: i'm pretty sure this is NC-17 @.@
Warnings: Changmin may or may not be underaged.
Summary: A night working the street corner leads to...
A/N: i've been working on this for MONTHS. i didnt know how to continue. this past week, i forced challenged by self to end it and this is what i came up with.
He’d always been the reasonable sort, he’d like to think. Always been the kind of person to think before he spoke or acted. Level-headed, rational, sensible…there were so many words.
Unfortunately, however, none of which could pertain to him at this moment.
He was currently leaning against a brick wall in a dilapidated street corner of the roughest part of town. To say it was a situation he never thought he’d be in was an understatement. He’d always looked down on those who couldn’t find a way out-disgusted by those who’d sell themselves for money. It irritated him to no end hearing sorry excuses, telling those around them, “I didn’t have a choice.”
How they’d scorn him now.
Changmin shifted uncomfortably on the wall, doubt plaguing his being for a moment, flooding his thoughts. He pushed them away though, knowing they wouldn’t get him anywhere and he’d be no closer to getting what he needed. He glanced at the time on his cell phone before slipping the device back into his back pocket. From the corner of his eye he could see several potential customers appreciating his slim physique. He couldn’t help but smirk mentally, indulging in a moment of conceitedness. He knew he looked good.
Dark-washed denim jeans encased long, long legs, molding the snug fabric tightly against his skin. His white shirt, of a softer material, had the same effect: hugging his lithe frame in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination but holding the promise of much, much more. The perfect get up to catch the ultimate prey.
Speeding down the road, a black BMW caught his eye. Changmin watched curiously as it raced by, wondering what the owner of such a nice car would be doing in such a seedy side of town. He’d been working street corners for a few months now and was no longer surprised by the sordid images his mind produced. For a moment he was piqued by the knowledge of his lost innocence, but knew not to linger on such thoughts. He’d learned the hard way in previous months that, though thinking was an essential part of a human being, sometimes it didn’t do you any good.
So he tried not to think too much about the black BMW when it returned, slowly, but didn’t stop. For the most part, he tried to ignore it, not minding if whoever was driving only wanted to look. He was accustomed now to furtive glances filled with perverse desires-and him willing to grant every one. Again, something in the vicinity of his chest-quite possibly his heart, though he doubted he still had one after so many nights of sucking off old men on soiled sheets-twisting enough to nearly make him flinch. He resisted it, aware that sly smiles won in the end.
He tried to keep it up though, even when, an hour later, he still hadn’t baited anybody. And it wasn’t even his fault. That damn BMW was back for what seemed like the millionth time, passing by his corner slowly, deliberately, but never stopping. He wouldn’t have minded so much if it weren’t for the fact that it was scaring away all his potential customers. Even his regulars had taken a step back when they’d come to notice the expensive, yet understated, black car passing again. He had half a mind to stop the damn vehicle and tell whatever sick fuck to either buy or go. The BMW beat him to it, coming to a full stop on his side of the street.
The blacked out window of the driver’s side rolled slowly down before a lithe arm clad in what was obviously a designer suit reached out and crooked a finger at him. It pricked his pride-what little he had left of it-but didn’t let his slight irritation show as he approached the costly car. He leaned an arm on the roof of the car and peered into the dark vehicle. In the dim lighting he could make out dark eyes against a tan complexion and a face made of masculine angles. So much for old men and sick fucks, this guy didn’t look much older than him.
“Hi,” he said a little uncertainly. “Can I help you?” he rounded his eyes, trying to look as innocent and non-threatening as possible. It was an act he’d perfected to showcase his youth, knowing it’d sell better than the seasoned whores walking around. The other man smirked, the look clearly stating he saw right through the “I’m an angel act,” but was deciding to play along.
“Busy night?”
Not with you circling around, Changmin thought vehemently. “Not at all,” he replied, tone sweet. “Did you want something?”
“Not really,” the stranger said. “Why? Do you think you have something I could want?”
Changmin shrugged noncommittally, the movement hiding the thrill of excitement running up his spine at the smooth baritone voice. “Depends on what you like.”
“I like what I see.”
“Interested?” Changmin raised an eyebrow at the man, innocent smile still in place.
“Are you selling?”
“Only if you’re buying.”
“Get in.” Changmin didn’t need to be told twice.
“My name’s Max,” he offered a few minutes into the drive. The alias he’d affected a few months before slips out so easily now. “What’s yours?” He’s shot an amused glance in his direction.
“U-know. Why?” Changmin shrugged.
“Just wanted to know whose name I’d be screaming.”
**
“Come,” U-know beckons, leading him by the wrist into a luxurious bedroom. “Make yourself comfortable. Do you want something to drink?”
Changmin shakes his head in response. “No thank you.”
The older man comes up behind him, hands working his shoulders, kneading the knots that have lodged themselves there. “Relax…” There’s hot breath by his ear followed by a lick to the delicate lobe and Changmin can’t help but shiver. It’s different, he knows it is. It’s nothing like the quickies in dark corners he’s gotten used to. It’s not the same as blurred blowjobs in dirty bathroom stalls that he could barely remember. It’s soft and gentle and its scares him, throws him out of his twisted comfort zone. He’s accustomed to be being forced and shoved, not handled like some priceless porcelain. There’s nothing he can really do about it though, since his new companion was paying.
“Tell me...Max…how old are you?” nimble fingers rub the muscle surrounding his spine, starting just behind the neck and circling downward to the sensitive skin of his lower back. Changmin has to fight to remember how to think.
“Old enough.” He answers breathlessly.
“Liar.” He doesn’t realize it but they’ve moved, so when U-know pushes him forward he finds himself face planting into quality bedding and Egyptian cotton instead of eating thick carpet. He stills, waits for the impending grabs to the front of his skintight jeans, anticipates the momentary fear of being taken roughly.
Except it doesn’t come.
Changmin lifts his head to find U-know on the other side of the room instead of forcing his cock into the younger man. He’s irritated for a second, insulted even. It’s not like he was a bad lay to begin with, but he’d learned quite a few tricks since he’d started working the streets and he’d be damned to be ashamed of anything he’d learned-no matter how crude. Changmin straightens, sits up, and stares curiously at the man now mixing drinks at a mini-bar along the wall. Were the drinks more interesting than he was?
“I’d offer you a drink but you don’t even look old enough to be out this late, never mind imbibing alcohol.” Those are his words but Changmin sees the second glass being prepared.
“It doesn’t matter how old I am.”
“I beg to differ,” U-know drawls, sipping his alcohol and watching Changmin from above the crystal rim. “It matters to me. I’m paying remember?”
Of course Changmin remembers. How can he not when it’s been the same routine for almost half a year and there’s been nothing he could to change it? He doesn’t respond but never takes his eyes off the drink U-know’s preparing. He’s not exactly sure what the contents are, but he’s certain it’s only a good amount of hard liquor and nothing else. The older man approaches with only the second glass in hand, the first one he’d been drinking abandoned at the mini-bar.
At first Changmin thinks U-know’s going to offer it to him, but quickly discards the idea when he sits on the bed instead, back resting on the headboard and holding the drink between slender digits. Changmin’s slightly confused, doesn’t understand why he isn’t naked on all fours and sucking cock. He doesn’t know why he hasn’t been stripped and being fucked roughly into the mattress instead of sitting idly on top of it. His job was relatively predictable: get picked up, suck or fuck, get dropped off again. Anything that deviated from the usual was frowned upon and considered suspicious and not worth getting into. Sitting and making small talk with a customer definitely fell into that category.
“How old are you, Max? And this time, answer correctly.” There’s a veiled threat somewhere there and Changmin isn’t unaware of it. On the other hand, he was loathe to give his real age. What if this guy was some kind of undercover cop intent on busting child prostitutes? Selling yourself was one thing, time in jail was another.
“Not old enough.” U-know smirks, more of a twist of the lips than a curve of the mouth and its really nothing pretty, but Changmin can’t help but feel the sudden rush of thrill that has the hairs on the back of his neck standing to attention.
“Not what I had in mind, but it’s better.” For now. The last two words are unspoken, but there’s something in the way that U-know looks at him that tells Changmin he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut for much longer. “This is some of my favorite liquor.” The older man holds up the nearly forgotten glass in hands. “It makes me wonder though, if it’ll taste better from your pretty mouth.” He crooks a finger, much like the first time they met earlier in the evening, but this time Changmin is in too much of a daze to feel insulted or annoyed.
He settles between U-know’s thighs and Changmin feels arousal begin to pool low in his stomach. Their position is mildly erotic, the promise of more to come nearly palpable in the air. “Drink.” U-know commands, holding out the glass to him and Changmin takes it warily. The smell of liquor is strong and poignant yet so tempting-just like the man giving it to him. Changmin takes a tentative sip, the fiery liquid warm and bitter as it seeps through his lips. He watches U-know to distract himself, takes in and considers every line and angle. He notices the little things like the masculine jaw line and the pucker of a luscious mouth. It intrigues him how that mouth, with the barest hint of a mole on one corner, could be so alluring. The lips were bowed; the lower so full it was nearly feminine.
Changmin wanted to take it into his mouth and suck on it.
As expected, the liquid burned on its way down to his throat, but not nearly as much as the simmering of lust in his veins. It had been a long time since he’d been this aroused, and the first time with a customer. Sure he’d enjoyed himself with a number of clients in the past, but none of them were quite like U-know. Changmin’s never been wooed into having sex, and definitely not by someone paying for it. He decided that a little change was nice, even if he should have been alarmed, suspicious. Instead, he resolves to blame it on the alcohol come morning-if he makes it that long. For all he knows U-know could be some psychopath killer with a penchant for young men. It was a sobering thought, but Changmin wasn’t even drunk yet.
U-know shows a small smile when he grimaces slightly at the foul taste, but drinks on. The glass isn’t even half empty before Changmin decides he doesn’t like it. He lowers the glass and before he can think, U-know is snaking his tongue into his mouth.
He gasps, surprised at the sudden action, and U-know takes the opportunity to steal deeper inside. Changmin’s never been kissed like this before, like he was oxygen and U-know was trying to gulp him down. His mouth is ravaged, U-know delving into every corner, looking for every hint of alcohol left in his mouth. His tongue finds Changmin’s, twists around and plays with it. All Changmin can do is groan, the sound embarrassingly throaty and full of lust, but he can’t seem to give a flying fuck. Not when U-know was fucking his mouth with his tongue, and Changmin thinks they’ve only just begun.
At the back of his mind he realizes the glass is no longer in his hands, too focused on the growing need within him. He whimpers when U-know pulls away and Changmin doesn’t even have time to consider begging for him to come back when he is back and Changmin’s being pushed into the mattress. He doesn’t resist, welcomes it in fact, nearing desperation with the want to touch, to feel, to come skin to skin. He gets what he wants when U-know straddles him, rolling his hips and ripping a loud moan from Changmin’s mouth. There isn’t time to think as U-know surrounds him once again, this time looming above him, propped on his forearms and smirking, lips shut tight. His head descends, kissing Changmin with just his lips. He reciprocates, wanting to deepen the kiss, unable to fight the wave of desire threatening to pull him under. A small rotation the hips and Changmin emits a low whine, startled at the first taste.
Warm liquid-made warmer by U-know’s mouth-trickles past his lips and down his throat. Changmin swallows and decides right then and there that hard liquor isn’t so bad after all. It’s suddenly like heated sugar: hot and saccharine. He’s so distracted by the new taste that he doesn’t feel that hand crawling up his shirt. Doesn’t feel it until there are fingers tweaking a hardened nipple, the other hand rubbing through thin fabric. Changmin arches off the bed and into U-know, feeling the older man’s arousal. His heart falters from the heat radiating from the crux between U-know’s legs and he struggles to remember how to breathe. It doesn’t do much good since all of a sudden U-know’s taking off his shirt and divesting Changmin of the rest of his clothes.
Skin, blessed skin, touches-finally-and it’s like electricity running round and round a circuit. Things are suddenly on fast forward, a blur of hands and limbs and sensitized skin. Changmin’s lost all shame (not that he had much left, anyway: whoring yourself and pride did not go together) and is rubbing himself against the older man, mewling incomprehensible pleas that have U-Know smirking into the downy skin just below Changmin’s navel. He continues to make his way south and Changmin’s a second too late before he realizes just where he’s headed.
“Ah--! Wait!” he half gasps. When he looks down, its all he can do to keep from thrusting up, the sight of where his cock is and how amazing it feels a completely overwhelming feeling. U-Know’ eyes are rolled up to meet his, the tip of Changmin’s cock sitting daintily between plump lips. There’s a question in that look, an almost-dare. It makes Changmin wary, hesitant to protest, except taking pleasure isn’t what he’s here for. “Y-you don’t have to. It’s-I have to…my job-” U-know’s mouth leaves him and he’s sort of sad, sort of glad-but then his hand comes out of nowhere and Changmin’s back to feeling like he’s a sparking wire in the middle of a storm.
“Your job,” U-Know says as his palm slides up and down Changmin’s erection, “Is to make me feel good.” His voice is low and the words are a little menacing, a little ruthless. But there’s a huskiness to it that belies the lust just underneath the control, so Changmin thinks he must be doing something right, even if it’s just reacting. “I like sucking cock better than having mine sucked. Got a problem with that?” He thumbs the slit, pulling back the skin and laving at the head-something Changmin can’t really argue with anyway, so he just lets out a tortured groan in response.
U-Know grins (Changmins knows because he can feel it grow against his skin) and does some kind of gymnastics move with his tongue that has Changmin arching off the bed. “Try to pay attention. Maybe you’ll learn something.
Never mind paying attention, Changmin can hardly remember to breathe. Every effort is put into not coming too soon, because Changmin learns that U-Know’s earlier admission about sucking cock is, in fact, not a joke. The older man’s really good at it too, deep throating him easily, which, Changmin concedes a bit smugly, is not all too easily done. Being well-endowed is his only pride left in a job that requires him to be on his knees (or all fours, depending on what the customer fancies) as a prerequisite to being paid. So he’s surprised when U-Know downs him all in one go.
Changmin gasps noisily, trying to hold himself back and remind his lungs to get oxygen through to his brain. All cerebral functions seemed to stop as the older man slides his mouth back up Changmin’s stiff erection, dragging his tongue against a throbbing vein all the way to the tip. He laves at the head while a skilled hand continues to glide up and down the rest of Changmin’s arousal. The simultaneous action has Changmin fisting the sheets and fighting the instinct to cant his hips forward, off the bed and into the heated heaven that is U-Know’s mouth.
U-Know brings him closer and closer to the edge with every swipe of his tongue, so close that Changmin sees spots at the edge of his vision, only to have the specks clear away with a deft squeeze at the base of his cock and the momentary absence of an adroit tongue. Changmin’s near agony with the need for release, and U-Know seems to want to prolong his torture. Changmin’s well-versed in sounding desperate, a new expert in whimpered please and faking moans of arousal. For some reason though, he can’t even dredge up the tiniest of noises, his lower lip between his teeth, trying to stifle the sounds he so desperately wants to make, but can’t.
It’s too real, the arousal building in his groin. The stimulation is too genuine, too authentic to be faked. Changmin’s afraid he might actually mean what he says when he says (more. More. Please-more.) it and so decides not to say anything at all. Except sweet torture suddenly stops and Changmin can’t help but wonder why.
He looks down to see U-Know looking at him with the most shit-eating grin on his face and that’s when he realizes oops. Too late he’s already said it.
“You’ve held out longer than I thought you would.” Understanding comes a few seconds later, realization that the older man was waiting for him to squirm, to make a sound, before moving on to anything more stimulating. Although, what could be more stimulating than that mouth, that tongue, and his cock, Changmin’s only got a vague idea. The idea is more solid than when they’d first started, pressing insistently against Changmin’s thigh. Thoughts of where else it could be pressing insistently against makes his cock twitch.
U-Know sees it and widens his already wide-ass smirk. “Relax. We’re just about to get to the good part.”
His voice is calm, but Changmin can hear the hint of a tremor in his voice. The controlled baritone the older man had kept during their whole encounter had slipped into an airy bass that sent shivers up Changmin’s spine and he’s hard pressed not to touch himself. U-Know had proven himself to be the kind of man that liked to do things himself. Changmin figured the older man wanted to touch him, so he kept his hands in the sheets.
It’s with that mentality that he becomes slightly startled when firm-but unexpectedly gentle-hands untangle his fingers from the bed covers and guides them to his own jutting member. He looks up, wide-eyed, as U-Know sits back on his haunches, powerful thighs framing a proud erection, and says simply: “Touch yourself.”
Thankfully, Changmin’s never been slow, only a bit hesitant. This time is no different. He runs a closed palm over the expanse of his cock. He’s still a little too confused to feel the pleasure that usually comes with skin-to-palm contact, but sees U-Know doing the same thing and suddenly his skin is prickling and he’s too hot and too aroused all over again.
Changmin doesn’t know what to look at-how does he divide his attention between the burning look in U-Know’s eyes and the hypnotic way his hands slide up and down his own cock? It’s an almost painful decision, and Changmin can’t make up his mind. His eyes close involuntarily, imagining those hands on him, the lingering feel of that hot tongue nearly swallowing his member whole fueling his imagination.
The bed shifts, Changmin’s body with it. Warm hands leave him flushed and panting as they reposition his legs, a pillow propped beneath his hips. There’s further shuffling, the tell tale sound of crinkling foil and the popping of a cap. Changmin hopes it’s what he thinks knows it is-almost coming dying when a tentative finger pokes at his puckered entrance. He inhales sharply as it sinks deeper inside, gently prodding past the first ring of muscle. Changmin forces himself to relax, initial penetration always being the hardest for him. It’s easier now though, with months of practice under his belt and it takes only moments for him to want more, to urge his hips downward onto U-Know’s probing finger.
“Easy, easy…” U-Know murmurs against the smooth skin of an inner thigh. “You’re tighter than I thought you’d be.” Changmin thinks the older man sounds more pleased than most people would be, but doesn’t think much about it-can’t think about, really-not when there’s a second finger, long and slender, brushing against something that has Changmin seeing stars.
“Oh, God,” Changmin says between gasps, arching his back, fingers searching for something to grasp, anything. One hand finds purchase on U-Know’s shoulder, clutching at the hard muscle.
“It’s U-Know, actually,” the other man hums against Changmin’s heated skin. “But it’s a nice comparison.”
The humor is lost on Changmin, the words barely registering in the haze of lust clouding his mind. There’s three fingers now and U-Know’s blowing on the tip of his cock. The cool air on his sensitized head sends goosebumps up his spine and his hips thrust upward into blessed heat. U-Know doesn’t pull back but he’s definitely surprised.
Max is young, and he’s got more control than U-Know first thought, but Max’s control isn’t what he’s worried about anymore. His own arousal is thrumming in his veins, the need to plunge himself into Changmin’s tight heat nearly animalistic. Only his need to make it as painless as possible for the younger man overpowers the want to sheath himself inside the bliss he’d find there.
U-Know presses butterfly kisses against Max’s hipbone, willing his finger to slow their stroking, to stretch the muscles as carefully as possible. “Ready?” he whispers into the downy skin next to Max’s navel, the delicate tip of his tongue dipping into the tiny indentation. Max shudders at the contact, and U-Know feels unwarranted giddiness bubble inside him at finding a weak spot.
He licks his way up a lean abdomen, leaving a cooling trail of moisture from one pert nipple to another, enjoying Max’s quivering form. “Are you ready?” he whispers in the hollow of a damp shoulder. “I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
The admission rewards him with a strangled groan, the lustful sound is U-Know’s undoing. Quick, too quick, even for him, he’s poised and ready, the head of his cock pressing into the young man’s entrance. Max thrusts himself forward, nearly as desperate U-Know, their joining a long-awaited inevitability.
He’s in about an inch before the notch settled in his gut begins to unravel. Any minute now; U-Know knows he’s not going to last long. He planned on going slow, on keeping the pain to a minimum, but nothing was going his way tonight. Not since he’d spotted the long legged beauty ensconced in the gutters of downtown Seoul. The moment he’d laid eyes on him, U-Know simply could not drive away. He’d circled the block a million times, knowing it wouldn’t help the young man in his obvious baiting. But just the thought of Max baiting anyone sent a dark emotion harpooning through his chest.
He thrust involuntarily, almost encasing himself completely within Max. “Sorry, sorry,” he groans through gritted teeth. “Max…you’re so tight.”
“’S okay,” Changmin says with a shake of his head. “Just-do that again. Please.” He had no business asking, no right to beg or plead for the pleasure that mounted within him everytime U-Know moved, but he couldn’t help it. Word vomit was never his thing, but maybe good sex with even better looking strangers did that to him.
U-Know was more than happy to comply, slowly at first, thrusting forward tentatively to gauge how well his young companion could take him. It was a tight fit but U-Know could feel himself burn from the inside out. Control became a foreign thing when surrounded by Max’s heat. With every plunge of his hips, Max’s muscles gripped him snugly, as if begging him not to pull out. The drum of his heart beat out the sounds of everything else except Max’s labored breathing, a startled cry ringing through the air when U-Know shifted, changing their angle.
With an air of triumph, U-Know kept that angle, unmindful of the pace so long as he could keep listening to Max repeating his name over and over (U-Know U-Know. Oh God. There. Harder harder.) till his voice was hoarse.
They don’t last long, the foreplay and the alcohol adding to their lust. U-Know feels himself coming first but has an irrational need for them to reach the pinnacle of their ecstasy together. He gropes clumsily between their bodies for Max’s neglected cock and strokes roughly, almost brutally, till he can feel the younger man shuddering around him. Max’s release triggers his own and he thrusts with wild abandon once, twice, three times, feels Max spill between them and follows seconds right after.
Changmin’s still floating on the highest cloud nine he’s every been on when U-Know’s body is wracked with spasms-a near violent orgasm. Changmin stills himself, holding the older man and running his hands down his side, coaxing him as gently as he can from his release.
U-Know drops as gently as he can onto the body beneath him, his arms jelly in the aftermath of what ranks pretty high on U-Know’s list of ‘Incredibly Amazing Sex.’ He still, however, can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that he’d found such perfect physical harmony with someone who obviously wasn’t even legal. Or if he was, then Max hadn’t been legal for very long.
The thought of Max-beneath him, around him, wherever or maybe just the thought of Max in general-sets a quiver in his stomach and has U-Know thinking of all the proper, appropriate things he’d like to do-with Max, to Max, as long as it was Max-rather than the improper, inappropriate things (like they just finished doing). Those thoughts are too complicated, too complex in the afterglow of ‘Incredibly Amazing Sex’ so Yunho decides not to think about them for now. For now, he’s content with not being such a dead weight, hooking a long arm around the other’s lean waist and rolling himself onto his back so that Max fits snugly in his side.
They’re both too tired, too spent to do anything else but lay there, Max’s head on his chest, listening to his heart beat and it feels oddly right to have him there. U-Know’s the type to plan ahead, but right now is complicated enough. Still, he tries and decides to start with the basics.
“My name’s Yunho. So what’s yours?”
A/N: Am i the only who finds it funny that YunJae/JaeHo is my original OTP, yet i write YooSu, and can't seem to keep my hands off of HoMin? ugh. i suck. at SMUT anyway.
comments are appreciated~
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Pairings: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: i'm pretty sure this is NC-17 @.@
Warnings: Changmin may or may not be underaged.
Summary: A night working the street corner leads to...
A/N: i've been working on this for MONTHS. i didnt know how to continue. this past week, i forced challenged by self to end it and this is what i came up with.
He’d always been the reasonable sort, he’d like to think. Always been the kind of person to think before he spoke or acted. Level-headed, rational, sensible…there were so many words.
Unfortunately, however, none of which could pertain to him at this moment.
He was currently leaning against a brick wall in a dilapidated street corner of the roughest part of town. To say it was a situation he never thought he’d be in was an understatement. He’d always looked down on those who couldn’t find a way out-disgusted by those who’d sell themselves for money. It irritated him to no end hearing sorry excuses, telling those around them, “I didn’t have a choice.”
How they’d scorn him now.
Changmin shifted uncomfortably on the wall, doubt plaguing his being for a moment, flooding his thoughts. He pushed them away though, knowing they wouldn’t get him anywhere and he’d be no closer to getting what he needed. He glanced at the time on his cell phone before slipping the device back into his back pocket. From the corner of his eye he could see several potential customers appreciating his slim physique. He couldn’t help but smirk mentally, indulging in a moment of conceitedness. He knew he looked good.
Dark-washed denim jeans encased long, long legs, molding the snug fabric tightly against his skin. His white shirt, of a softer material, had the same effect: hugging his lithe frame in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination but holding the promise of much, much more. The perfect get up to catch the ultimate prey.
Speeding down the road, a black BMW caught his eye. Changmin watched curiously as it raced by, wondering what the owner of such a nice car would be doing in such a seedy side of town. He’d been working street corners for a few months now and was no longer surprised by the sordid images his mind produced. For a moment he was piqued by the knowledge of his lost innocence, but knew not to linger on such thoughts. He’d learned the hard way in previous months that, though thinking was an essential part of a human being, sometimes it didn’t do you any good.
So he tried not to think too much about the black BMW when it returned, slowly, but didn’t stop. For the most part, he tried to ignore it, not minding if whoever was driving only wanted to look. He was accustomed now to furtive glances filled with perverse desires-and him willing to grant every one. Again, something in the vicinity of his chest-quite possibly his heart, though he doubted he still had one after so many nights of sucking off old men on soiled sheets-twisting enough to nearly make him flinch. He resisted it, aware that sly smiles won in the end.
He tried to keep it up though, even when, an hour later, he still hadn’t baited anybody. And it wasn’t even his fault. That damn BMW was back for what seemed like the millionth time, passing by his corner slowly, deliberately, but never stopping. He wouldn’t have minded so much if it weren’t for the fact that it was scaring away all his potential customers. Even his regulars had taken a step back when they’d come to notice the expensive, yet understated, black car passing again. He had half a mind to stop the damn vehicle and tell whatever sick fuck to either buy or go. The BMW beat him to it, coming to a full stop on his side of the street.
The blacked out window of the driver’s side rolled slowly down before a lithe arm clad in what was obviously a designer suit reached out and crooked a finger at him. It pricked his pride-what little he had left of it-but didn’t let his slight irritation show as he approached the costly car. He leaned an arm on the roof of the car and peered into the dark vehicle. In the dim lighting he could make out dark eyes against a tan complexion and a face made of masculine angles. So much for old men and sick fucks, this guy didn’t look much older than him.
“Hi,” he said a little uncertainly. “Can I help you?” he rounded his eyes, trying to look as innocent and non-threatening as possible. It was an act he’d perfected to showcase his youth, knowing it’d sell better than the seasoned whores walking around. The other man smirked, the look clearly stating he saw right through the “I’m an angel act,” but was deciding to play along.
“Busy night?”
Not with you circling around, Changmin thought vehemently. “Not at all,” he replied, tone sweet. “Did you want something?”
“Not really,” the stranger said. “Why? Do you think you have something I could want?”
Changmin shrugged noncommittally, the movement hiding the thrill of excitement running up his spine at the smooth baritone voice. “Depends on what you like.”
“I like what I see.”
“Interested?” Changmin raised an eyebrow at the man, innocent smile still in place.
“Are you selling?”
“Only if you’re buying.”
“Get in.” Changmin didn’t need to be told twice.
“My name’s Max,” he offered a few minutes into the drive. The alias he’d affected a few months before slips out so easily now. “What’s yours?” He’s shot an amused glance in his direction.
“U-know. Why?” Changmin shrugged.
“Just wanted to know whose name I’d be screaming.”
**
“Come,” U-know beckons, leading him by the wrist into a luxurious bedroom. “Make yourself comfortable. Do you want something to drink?”
Changmin shakes his head in response. “No thank you.”
The older man comes up behind him, hands working his shoulders, kneading the knots that have lodged themselves there. “Relax…” There’s hot breath by his ear followed by a lick to the delicate lobe and Changmin can’t help but shiver. It’s different, he knows it is. It’s nothing like the quickies in dark corners he’s gotten used to. It’s not the same as blurred blowjobs in dirty bathroom stalls that he could barely remember. It’s soft and gentle and its scares him, throws him out of his twisted comfort zone. He’s accustomed to be being forced and shoved, not handled like some priceless porcelain. There’s nothing he can really do about it though, since his new companion was paying.
“Tell me...Max…how old are you?” nimble fingers rub the muscle surrounding his spine, starting just behind the neck and circling downward to the sensitive skin of his lower back. Changmin has to fight to remember how to think.
“Old enough.” He answers breathlessly.
“Liar.” He doesn’t realize it but they’ve moved, so when U-know pushes him forward he finds himself face planting into quality bedding and Egyptian cotton instead of eating thick carpet. He stills, waits for the impending grabs to the front of his skintight jeans, anticipates the momentary fear of being taken roughly.
Except it doesn’t come.
Changmin lifts his head to find U-know on the other side of the room instead of forcing his cock into the younger man. He’s irritated for a second, insulted even. It’s not like he was a bad lay to begin with, but he’d learned quite a few tricks since he’d started working the streets and he’d be damned to be ashamed of anything he’d learned-no matter how crude. Changmin straightens, sits up, and stares curiously at the man now mixing drinks at a mini-bar along the wall. Were the drinks more interesting than he was?
“I’d offer you a drink but you don’t even look old enough to be out this late, never mind imbibing alcohol.” Those are his words but Changmin sees the second glass being prepared.
“It doesn’t matter how old I am.”
“I beg to differ,” U-know drawls, sipping his alcohol and watching Changmin from above the crystal rim. “It matters to me. I’m paying remember?”
Of course Changmin remembers. How can he not when it’s been the same routine for almost half a year and there’s been nothing he could to change it? He doesn’t respond but never takes his eyes off the drink U-know’s preparing. He’s not exactly sure what the contents are, but he’s certain it’s only a good amount of hard liquor and nothing else. The older man approaches with only the second glass in hand, the first one he’d been drinking abandoned at the mini-bar.
At first Changmin thinks U-know’s going to offer it to him, but quickly discards the idea when he sits on the bed instead, back resting on the headboard and holding the drink between slender digits. Changmin’s slightly confused, doesn’t understand why he isn’t naked on all fours and sucking cock. He doesn’t know why he hasn’t been stripped and being fucked roughly into the mattress instead of sitting idly on top of it. His job was relatively predictable: get picked up, suck or fuck, get dropped off again. Anything that deviated from the usual was frowned upon and considered suspicious and not worth getting into. Sitting and making small talk with a customer definitely fell into that category.
“How old are you, Max? And this time, answer correctly.” There’s a veiled threat somewhere there and Changmin isn’t unaware of it. On the other hand, he was loathe to give his real age. What if this guy was some kind of undercover cop intent on busting child prostitutes? Selling yourself was one thing, time in jail was another.
“Not old enough.” U-know smirks, more of a twist of the lips than a curve of the mouth and its really nothing pretty, but Changmin can’t help but feel the sudden rush of thrill that has the hairs on the back of his neck standing to attention.
“Not what I had in mind, but it’s better.” For now. The last two words are unspoken, but there’s something in the way that U-know looks at him that tells Changmin he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut for much longer. “This is some of my favorite liquor.” The older man holds up the nearly forgotten glass in hands. “It makes me wonder though, if it’ll taste better from your pretty mouth.” He crooks a finger, much like the first time they met earlier in the evening, but this time Changmin is in too much of a daze to feel insulted or annoyed.
He settles between U-know’s thighs and Changmin feels arousal begin to pool low in his stomach. Their position is mildly erotic, the promise of more to come nearly palpable in the air. “Drink.” U-know commands, holding out the glass to him and Changmin takes it warily. The smell of liquor is strong and poignant yet so tempting-just like the man giving it to him. Changmin takes a tentative sip, the fiery liquid warm and bitter as it seeps through his lips. He watches U-know to distract himself, takes in and considers every line and angle. He notices the little things like the masculine jaw line and the pucker of a luscious mouth. It intrigues him how that mouth, with the barest hint of a mole on one corner, could be so alluring. The lips were bowed; the lower so full it was nearly feminine.
Changmin wanted to take it into his mouth and suck on it.
As expected, the liquid burned on its way down to his throat, but not nearly as much as the simmering of lust in his veins. It had been a long time since he’d been this aroused, and the first time with a customer. Sure he’d enjoyed himself with a number of clients in the past, but none of them were quite like U-know. Changmin’s never been wooed into having sex, and definitely not by someone paying for it. He decided that a little change was nice, even if he should have been alarmed, suspicious. Instead, he resolves to blame it on the alcohol come morning-if he makes it that long. For all he knows U-know could be some psychopath killer with a penchant for young men. It was a sobering thought, but Changmin wasn’t even drunk yet.
U-know shows a small smile when he grimaces slightly at the foul taste, but drinks on. The glass isn’t even half empty before Changmin decides he doesn’t like it. He lowers the glass and before he can think, U-know is snaking his tongue into his mouth.
He gasps, surprised at the sudden action, and U-know takes the opportunity to steal deeper inside. Changmin’s never been kissed like this before, like he was oxygen and U-know was trying to gulp him down. His mouth is ravaged, U-know delving into every corner, looking for every hint of alcohol left in his mouth. His tongue finds Changmin’s, twists around and plays with it. All Changmin can do is groan, the sound embarrassingly throaty and full of lust, but he can’t seem to give a flying fuck. Not when U-know was fucking his mouth with his tongue, and Changmin thinks they’ve only just begun.
At the back of his mind he realizes the glass is no longer in his hands, too focused on the growing need within him. He whimpers when U-know pulls away and Changmin doesn’t even have time to consider begging for him to come back when he is back and Changmin’s being pushed into the mattress. He doesn’t resist, welcomes it in fact, nearing desperation with the want to touch, to feel, to come skin to skin. He gets what he wants when U-know straddles him, rolling his hips and ripping a loud moan from Changmin’s mouth. There isn’t time to think as U-know surrounds him once again, this time looming above him, propped on his forearms and smirking, lips shut tight. His head descends, kissing Changmin with just his lips. He reciprocates, wanting to deepen the kiss, unable to fight the wave of desire threatening to pull him under. A small rotation the hips and Changmin emits a low whine, startled at the first taste.
Warm liquid-made warmer by U-know’s mouth-trickles past his lips and down his throat. Changmin swallows and decides right then and there that hard liquor isn’t so bad after all. It’s suddenly like heated sugar: hot and saccharine. He’s so distracted by the new taste that he doesn’t feel that hand crawling up his shirt. Doesn’t feel it until there are fingers tweaking a hardened nipple, the other hand rubbing through thin fabric. Changmin arches off the bed and into U-know, feeling the older man’s arousal. His heart falters from the heat radiating from the crux between U-know’s legs and he struggles to remember how to breathe. It doesn’t do much good since all of a sudden U-know’s taking off his shirt and divesting Changmin of the rest of his clothes.
Skin, blessed skin, touches-finally-and it’s like electricity running round and round a circuit. Things are suddenly on fast forward, a blur of hands and limbs and sensitized skin. Changmin’s lost all shame (not that he had much left, anyway: whoring yourself and pride did not go together) and is rubbing himself against the older man, mewling incomprehensible pleas that have U-Know smirking into the downy skin just below Changmin’s navel. He continues to make his way south and Changmin’s a second too late before he realizes just where he’s headed.
“Ah--! Wait!” he half gasps. When he looks down, its all he can do to keep from thrusting up, the sight of where his cock is and how amazing it feels a completely overwhelming feeling. U-Know’ eyes are rolled up to meet his, the tip of Changmin’s cock sitting daintily between plump lips. There’s a question in that look, an almost-dare. It makes Changmin wary, hesitant to protest, except taking pleasure isn’t what he’s here for. “Y-you don’t have to. It’s-I have to…my job-” U-know’s mouth leaves him and he’s sort of sad, sort of glad-but then his hand comes out of nowhere and Changmin’s back to feeling like he’s a sparking wire in the middle of a storm.
“Your job,” U-Know says as his palm slides up and down Changmin’s erection, “Is to make me feel good.” His voice is low and the words are a little menacing, a little ruthless. But there’s a huskiness to it that belies the lust just underneath the control, so Changmin thinks he must be doing something right, even if it’s just reacting. “I like sucking cock better than having mine sucked. Got a problem with that?” He thumbs the slit, pulling back the skin and laving at the head-something Changmin can’t really argue with anyway, so he just lets out a tortured groan in response.
U-Know grins (Changmins knows because he can feel it grow against his skin) and does some kind of gymnastics move with his tongue that has Changmin arching off the bed. “Try to pay attention. Maybe you’ll learn something.
Never mind paying attention, Changmin can hardly remember to breathe. Every effort is put into not coming too soon, because Changmin learns that U-Know’s earlier admission about sucking cock is, in fact, not a joke. The older man’s really good at it too, deep throating him easily, which, Changmin concedes a bit smugly, is not all too easily done. Being well-endowed is his only pride left in a job that requires him to be on his knees (or all fours, depending on what the customer fancies) as a prerequisite to being paid. So he’s surprised when U-Know downs him all in one go.
Changmin gasps noisily, trying to hold himself back and remind his lungs to get oxygen through to his brain. All cerebral functions seemed to stop as the older man slides his mouth back up Changmin’s stiff erection, dragging his tongue against a throbbing vein all the way to the tip. He laves at the head while a skilled hand continues to glide up and down the rest of Changmin’s arousal. The simultaneous action has Changmin fisting the sheets and fighting the instinct to cant his hips forward, off the bed and into the heated heaven that is U-Know’s mouth.
U-Know brings him closer and closer to the edge with every swipe of his tongue, so close that Changmin sees spots at the edge of his vision, only to have the specks clear away with a deft squeeze at the base of his cock and the momentary absence of an adroit tongue. Changmin’s near agony with the need for release, and U-Know seems to want to prolong his torture. Changmin’s well-versed in sounding desperate, a new expert in whimpered please and faking moans of arousal. For some reason though, he can’t even dredge up the tiniest of noises, his lower lip between his teeth, trying to stifle the sounds he so desperately wants to make, but can’t.
It’s too real, the arousal building in his groin. The stimulation is too genuine, too authentic to be faked. Changmin’s afraid he might actually mean what he says when he says (more. More. Please-more.) it and so decides not to say anything at all. Except sweet torture suddenly stops and Changmin can’t help but wonder why.
He looks down to see U-Know looking at him with the most shit-eating grin on his face and that’s when he realizes oops. Too late he’s already said it.
“You’ve held out longer than I thought you would.” Understanding comes a few seconds later, realization that the older man was waiting for him to squirm, to make a sound, before moving on to anything more stimulating. Although, what could be more stimulating than that mouth, that tongue, and his cock, Changmin’s only got a vague idea. The idea is more solid than when they’d first started, pressing insistently against Changmin’s thigh. Thoughts of where else it could be pressing insistently against makes his cock twitch.
U-Know sees it and widens his already wide-ass smirk. “Relax. We’re just about to get to the good part.”
His voice is calm, but Changmin can hear the hint of a tremor in his voice. The controlled baritone the older man had kept during their whole encounter had slipped into an airy bass that sent shivers up Changmin’s spine and he’s hard pressed not to touch himself. U-Know had proven himself to be the kind of man that liked to do things himself. Changmin figured the older man wanted to touch him, so he kept his hands in the sheets.
It’s with that mentality that he becomes slightly startled when firm-but unexpectedly gentle-hands untangle his fingers from the bed covers and guides them to his own jutting member. He looks up, wide-eyed, as U-Know sits back on his haunches, powerful thighs framing a proud erection, and says simply: “Touch yourself.”
Thankfully, Changmin’s never been slow, only a bit hesitant. This time is no different. He runs a closed palm over the expanse of his cock. He’s still a little too confused to feel the pleasure that usually comes with skin-to-palm contact, but sees U-Know doing the same thing and suddenly his skin is prickling and he’s too hot and too aroused all over again.
Changmin doesn’t know what to look at-how does he divide his attention between the burning look in U-Know’s eyes and the hypnotic way his hands slide up and down his own cock? It’s an almost painful decision, and Changmin can’t make up his mind. His eyes close involuntarily, imagining those hands on him, the lingering feel of that hot tongue nearly swallowing his member whole fueling his imagination.
The bed shifts, Changmin’s body with it. Warm hands leave him flushed and panting as they reposition his legs, a pillow propped beneath his hips. There’s further shuffling, the tell tale sound of crinkling foil and the popping of a cap. Changmin hopes it’s what he thinks knows it is-almost coming dying when a tentative finger pokes at his puckered entrance. He inhales sharply as it sinks deeper inside, gently prodding past the first ring of muscle. Changmin forces himself to relax, initial penetration always being the hardest for him. It’s easier now though, with months of practice under his belt and it takes only moments for him to want more, to urge his hips downward onto U-Know’s probing finger.
“Easy, easy…” U-Know murmurs against the smooth skin of an inner thigh. “You’re tighter than I thought you’d be.” Changmin thinks the older man sounds more pleased than most people would be, but doesn’t think much about it-can’t think about, really-not when there’s a second finger, long and slender, brushing against something that has Changmin seeing stars.
“Oh, God,” Changmin says between gasps, arching his back, fingers searching for something to grasp, anything. One hand finds purchase on U-Know’s shoulder, clutching at the hard muscle.
“It’s U-Know, actually,” the other man hums against Changmin’s heated skin. “But it’s a nice comparison.”
The humor is lost on Changmin, the words barely registering in the haze of lust clouding his mind. There’s three fingers now and U-Know’s blowing on the tip of his cock. The cool air on his sensitized head sends goosebumps up his spine and his hips thrust upward into blessed heat. U-Know doesn’t pull back but he’s definitely surprised.
Max is young, and he’s got more control than U-Know first thought, but Max’s control isn’t what he’s worried about anymore. His own arousal is thrumming in his veins, the need to plunge himself into Changmin’s tight heat nearly animalistic. Only his need to make it as painless as possible for the younger man overpowers the want to sheath himself inside the bliss he’d find there.
U-Know presses butterfly kisses against Max’s hipbone, willing his finger to slow their stroking, to stretch the muscles as carefully as possible. “Ready?” he whispers into the downy skin next to Max’s navel, the delicate tip of his tongue dipping into the tiny indentation. Max shudders at the contact, and U-Know feels unwarranted giddiness bubble inside him at finding a weak spot.
He licks his way up a lean abdomen, leaving a cooling trail of moisture from one pert nipple to another, enjoying Max’s quivering form. “Are you ready?” he whispers in the hollow of a damp shoulder. “I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
The admission rewards him with a strangled groan, the lustful sound is U-Know’s undoing. Quick, too quick, even for him, he’s poised and ready, the head of his cock pressing into the young man’s entrance. Max thrusts himself forward, nearly as desperate U-Know, their joining a long-awaited inevitability.
He’s in about an inch before the notch settled in his gut begins to unravel. Any minute now; U-Know knows he’s not going to last long. He planned on going slow, on keeping the pain to a minimum, but nothing was going his way tonight. Not since he’d spotted the long legged beauty ensconced in the gutters of downtown Seoul. The moment he’d laid eyes on him, U-Know simply could not drive away. He’d circled the block a million times, knowing it wouldn’t help the young man in his obvious baiting. But just the thought of Max baiting anyone sent a dark emotion harpooning through his chest.
He thrust involuntarily, almost encasing himself completely within Max. “Sorry, sorry,” he groans through gritted teeth. “Max…you’re so tight.”
“’S okay,” Changmin says with a shake of his head. “Just-do that again. Please.” He had no business asking, no right to beg or plead for the pleasure that mounted within him everytime U-Know moved, but he couldn’t help it. Word vomit was never his thing, but maybe good sex with even better looking strangers did that to him.
U-Know was more than happy to comply, slowly at first, thrusting forward tentatively to gauge how well his young companion could take him. It was a tight fit but U-Know could feel himself burn from the inside out. Control became a foreign thing when surrounded by Max’s heat. With every plunge of his hips, Max’s muscles gripped him snugly, as if begging him not to pull out. The drum of his heart beat out the sounds of everything else except Max’s labored breathing, a startled cry ringing through the air when U-Know shifted, changing their angle.
With an air of triumph, U-Know kept that angle, unmindful of the pace so long as he could keep listening to Max repeating his name over and over (U-Know U-Know. Oh God. There. Harder harder.) till his voice was hoarse.
They don’t last long, the foreplay and the alcohol adding to their lust. U-Know feels himself coming first but has an irrational need for them to reach the pinnacle of their ecstasy together. He gropes clumsily between their bodies for Max’s neglected cock and strokes roughly, almost brutally, till he can feel the younger man shuddering around him. Max’s release triggers his own and he thrusts with wild abandon once, twice, three times, feels Max spill between them and follows seconds right after.
Changmin’s still floating on the highest cloud nine he’s every been on when U-Know’s body is wracked with spasms-a near violent orgasm. Changmin stills himself, holding the older man and running his hands down his side, coaxing him as gently as he can from his release.
U-Know drops as gently as he can onto the body beneath him, his arms jelly in the aftermath of what ranks pretty high on U-Know’s list of ‘Incredibly Amazing Sex.’ He still, however, can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that he’d found such perfect physical harmony with someone who obviously wasn’t even legal. Or if he was, then Max hadn’t been legal for very long.
The thought of Max-beneath him, around him, wherever or maybe just the thought of Max in general-sets a quiver in his stomach and has U-Know thinking of all the proper, appropriate things he’d like to do-with Max, to Max, as long as it was Max-rather than the improper, inappropriate things (like they just finished doing). Those thoughts are too complicated, too complex in the afterglow of ‘Incredibly Amazing Sex’ so Yunho decides not to think about them for now. For now, he’s content with not being such a dead weight, hooking a long arm around the other’s lean waist and rolling himself onto his back so that Max fits snugly in his side.
They’re both too tired, too spent to do anything else but lay there, Max’s head on his chest, listening to his heart beat and it feels oddly right to have him there. U-Know’s the type to plan ahead, but right now is complicated enough. Still, he tries and decides to start with the basics.
“My name’s Yunho. So what’s yours?”
A/N: Am i the only who finds it funny that YunJae/JaeHo is my original OTP, yet i write YooSu, and can't seem to keep my hands off of HoMin? ugh. i suck. at SMUT anyway.
comments are appreciated~
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