Bonds
Title: Bonds 3/3
Author: vaguelynormal
Pairing: Changmin/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest, cross-dressing, manipulation
Summary: Changmin keeps upping the stakes, but it’s a dangerous game and Yunho’s not sure he knows how to play.
Previous chapters: 1 2
Annoyingly, Changmin’s a quick study and perfects kissing very quickly. Still, it pleases Yunho greatly that Changmin will spend time just kissing him, their bodies frotting together before getting to the usual blow job. Changmin touches him a lot more after their fight, not just when he’s dressed up or naked but also around the house. It can be anything from innocent or sexual to rough and playful much to Yunho’s delight. Thrills run along his spine whenever his brother touches him. He’s still conditioned to being ignored that he almost dogs Changmin incessantly after school, needing to be close and terrified of losing his brother’s affections again. Each move his brother makes is possessive, guiding and dominant and Yunho relishes it, increasingly turned on.
Yunho jumps in the shower one afternoon, opening his mouth to the spray, the taste of Changmin still thick in his throat. He can hear his mother preparing dinner in the kitchen, the faint sounds of her radio through the loud rain of the shower. The heat suddenly increases and Yunho feels a draft from the shower door, Changmin pressing up against him. Yunho jolts, colliding awkwardly with the glass before his brother catches him, pulling them chest-to-chest. His brother caresses his cheek, nuzzling against his neck, a hand sliding down to grope his ass.
‘Changmin,’ Yunho hisses, ‘I told you not when our parents are home.’
‘Shut up, hyung,’ his brother smiles. ‘They’re too busy to notice.’
Changmin pushes Yunho up against the tiled wall, hitching Yunho’s leg up around his waist. It’s the first time Yunho’s really gotten a good long look at Changmin completely naked, his brother’s erection pressing against his belly. Yunho runs a fingertip down the trail of hair from Changmin’s navel, gripping the heavy length in his hand. The gesture has become second nature of late and Changmin gives him a slow, satisfied smile as he reaches for the shower gel. His brother kisses him suddenly, allowing him to taste the fresh water on Changmin’s lips as he lets the teenager’s tongue invade his mouth. They kiss languidly, Yunho forgetting some of his earlier anger as Changmin holds him close, a slick hand tracing along his thigh to the curve of his ass.
Yunho jerks against Changmin as a gelled finger pushes inside him and his brother muffles his yelp with his kiss. He breaks away panting, uncomfortable with the long digit lodged inside his hole, stretching the tight rim.
‘Changmin, stop,’ Yunho whispers furiously. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Relax, hyung,’ Changmin soothes, rocking their bodies together and creating delicious, warm friction on their groins. ‘I’m just making sure you’re all clean for later.’
Yunho furrows his brow, thoroughly confused. As Changmin’s finger sinks in to the knuckle, hot cum smears across his belly from the flushed, red tip of his brother’s erection. The sight of his little brother hard and eager for him never fails to arouse Yunho. Still, Yunho’s unsure why his brother feels the need to clean his passage, uneasy about the soap dribbling down his thigh as Changmin pushes his finger in and out of his hole. Another digit fights its way inside him and Yunho winces, clinging hard to Changmin’s shoulders.
‘What’s later?’ Yunho asks, wary of the answer.
He just can’t get used to the feeling of the slick fingers rubbing against his inner passage.
Changmin chuckles darkly. ‘When I fuck you, dearest brother,’ his brother’s breath is hot against his cheek, more stifling than the steam that fills the cubicle.
Yunho splutters, wide-eyed and frightened. ‘W-Why would you do that? No-‘ he pushes at Changmin’s chest and his brother easily slips his fingers out, stepping back.
Yunho struggles to steady himself now that Changmin is no longer holding him against the wall. He shivers and steps back under the warm spray of water; closer to the other teenager.
‘Because I want to put this inside you,’ Changmin strokes his cock, the gesture obscene and confronting.
‘But we’re brothers,’ Yunho argues weakly, still mindful that their voices might carry.
Changmin scoffs. ‘Like that’s stopped us before now.’
His brother raises an eyebrow in amusement, hand still working over his cock. Yunho can barely tear his eyes away from the sight, watching the water rivulet down his brother’s defined chest.
‘That’s different,’ he presses on, struggling to meet Changmin’s eyes. ‘We’re just…getting off.’ Yunho borrows his brother’s expression from the first time they extended their relationship to the physical and sexual. ‘S-Se- That’s too far. I can’t,’ Yunho feels panic claw at his chest, stifling his breath.
‘No, it’s the natural progression and conclusion,’ Changmin states. His brother stares at Yunho’s horrified expression for a long moment before bursting into loud peals of laughter. ‘I can’t believe of all things, you choose to be frigid over your virginity.’
Changmin buries his grin beneath his hand, shoulders shaking as he snickers. It leaves Yunho feeling stupid and he steps out of the shower, wrapping himself in the soft comfort of a towel. Changmin eyes him carefully as he dries off, an amused smile still on his face and it begins to piss Yunho off. He fastens his towel around his waist tightly before turning to confront his brother.
‘If it’s the natural progression, how about all the steps we must have skipped then?’ Yunho accuses, eyes narrowed in a glare.
Changmin raises an eyebrow in question, prompting Yunho to continue.
‘If you haven’t noticed, dongsaeng,’ Yunho sneers, ‘you’re not exactly reciprocal in this relationship. Half the time I don’t even get off and if I do, it’s certainly not through any skill of your own. Why would I trust my body to you when you can’t even make it enjoyable for me?’
It’s not the real issue, but Yunho wants to dent Changmin’s pride. Judging by the momentarily stunned look on his brother’s face, Yunho hit his mark. He gives Changmin one last scowl before slipping from the room.
It makes for an awkward dinner at the table that night and Yunho’s thankful that his mother is too preoccupied with her work to pick up on the tension. Their father is as oblivious as usual, making small talk about Yunho’s decision to rent an apartment or stay in a dorm next year at university. Changmin’s scowling and stabbing at his food viciously throughout until their father quizzes him about his grades and swimming. It always surprises Yunho how polite and considerate his little brother can be towards their parents- it reminds him how two-faced Changmin can be. He excuses himself from the table shortly after they’ve finished eating, clearing the table and retreating to the kitchen to wash up whilst his mother brews tea. As his mother sets the tray, Yunho finds himself lying to her, making an excuse to skip dessert and escape being anywhere near Changmin.
Yunho is glad that his grades are already set in the final few weeks of school as he finds he can’t concentrate at all. Most of the seniors skip but Yunho always makes attendance, even if he doesn’t have many friends to hang out with in his classes anymore. He sits in a daze through most of his lessons, but the teachers don’t seem to care. Jaejoong still takes notes, his catch up exam fast approaching but Yunho lets his mind wander as he looks out the window. Yunho finds himself continuously circling the same problem; Changmin, his virginity and the moral dilemma that surrounds both. No matter how long Yunho thinks about it, he can’t find a solution and it’s beginning to wear on his nerves.
He and Jaejoong lay out on the bleachers after class, in the last of the afternoon sun. Jaejoong discreetly smokes a cigarette, laid out on the bench on his stomach. Yunho lies on his back, watching the shapes form behind his eyelids, the sun burning stars in his vision even as he throws an arm up over his eyes. It’s not hot enough to be uncomfortable but Yunho can feel sweat form over his skin and he’s slightly envious of the seniors spending their day at the beach.
‘That’s your brother, isn’t it?’ Jaejoong asks, turning to watch the swimming team practice in the pool below and squinting hard to make out the members.
Yunho doesn’t bother to look; knowing instinctively that it’s the day Changmin gets home late afternoon school and lets Yunho taste the chlorine off his skin. He hums a confirmation, taking the cigarette from Jaejoong and taking a short drag.
‘He’s pretty good, isn’t he?’ Jaejoong remarks, rolling a new blunt. ‘Think he’ll make early captain next year?’
‘It depends,’ Yunho mumbles, feeling dizzy from the smoke.
‘On what?’ Jaejoong grins, licking the skin before carefully folding it over and sealing the cigarette. He sits up, crossing his legs beneath him as he watches the boys swim laps against the clock.
Yunho still keeps his eyes closed, listening to the splash and shouts of the team cheering, interrupted by the coach’s shrill whistle. ‘On whether or not he wants it,’ he says simply, taking another drag and trying not to cough. ‘Changmin’s the smartest person I know, but if he’s not interested - if he doesn’t want it- he won’t even try. It’d be close to sabotage if he wasn’t so fucking good at everything else.’
Jaejoong chuckles. ‘And what does little brother want?’
‘Fucked if I know,’ Yunho scoffs, butting out the cigarette on the cool metal of the bleachers. ‘I’ve been trying to work that out for a while now.’
Jaejoong gives him a contemplative smile before nodding, turning back to lean against the bench Yunho’s lying on, his head propped up on Yunho’s stomach. ‘Just another of life’s great mysteries I guess,’ Jaejoong says wryly. ’What goes on in the mind of Little Shim?’
They sit in silence for several moments, the team below undoubtedly lining up for fresh starts on the blow of the whistle. Yunho would feel drowsy in the warmth of the sun if it weren’t for the multitude of thoughts and emotions constantly pushing his brain into overdrive. Jaejoong is a good friend, a handsome boy and Yunho muses briefly that it would be so much easier to fall in love with him. Would he obsess over his virginity this much if it were with Jaejoong?
Before Yunho can stop himself, he asks, ‘Jae, what was your first time like?’
Jaejoong pushes off him to meet his eyes for a moment before relaxing back again. ‘It was okay,’ he feels his friend shrug. ‘I’m glad it gets better though.’
‘Do you think it’s a big deal? Losing your virginity?’ He keeps his tone light but the question weighs heavily on his mind.
‘For guys? Probably not as much. It’s less of a risk, isn’t it?’ Jaejoong says. ‘I remember feeling lucky though- that she’d take that risk on me- that she wanted me to be her first too. She was really sweet.’
Yunho murmurs in agreement, contemplative and his hand finds its way to Jaejoong’s hair, carding through the locks.
‘Have you got yourself a girlfriend?’ Jaejoong goads, nudging him gently.
‘Not quite,’ Yunho blushes, shifting his legs.
Jaejoong makes a noise of understanding. ‘A boyfriend then. Anyone I know?’
‘No,’ Yunho lies quickly. ‘He thinks I’m being frigid.’
‘So you’re the bottom?’ Jaejoong asks carefully.
‘It seems that way,’ Yunho sighs. ‘I don’t mind him dominating me, or doing all the other stuff but I can’t stop thinking about this. I’m not sure if I’m being stupid about the point, the longer I argue it in my own head, the more confused I get.’
‘Well, do you love him?’ his friend asks.
‘Yes,’ Yunho thinks of his brother and the ache in his chest intensifies.
‘Does he love you?’ Jaejoong questions, watching Yunho’s expression carefully.
Yunho pauses for a moment, remembering Changmin’s confession. He knows his brother was being honest. ‘Yes,’ he answers.
‘Do you think that will ever change?’
Yunho thinks of their familial ties - he’s always loved Changmin; it’s too deeply ingrained within him to stop. Changmin isn’t the fickle type either. He shakes his head.
‘So you must trust him to some degree?’ Jaejoong smiles, poking Yunho in the ribs. ‘That leaves only superficial things left to hold you back.’
‘Huh?’ Yunho furrows his brow in confusion.
Jaejoong gives him an amused look. ‘The reasons you’re not ready to lose your virginity are probably superficial. Fear of pain, insecurities regarding performance or your body,’ Jaejoong lists them on his fingers, ‘it’s not like you can get pregnant.’
‘Everything will change,’ Yunho is quiet, his voice barely reaching Jaejoong. He can’t explain to his friend that half his dilemma is that it’s considered a heinous sin for him to let his baby brother fuck him. To Yunho, it’s that one last step over the edge of the cliff.
‘From what little I’ve gathered, I don’t think it will but just tell him you’re not ready,’ Jaejoong advises, turning back to the pool.
Yunho nods, feeling a little better about the situation but still just as conflicted. He watches his brother in the distance, the teenager pulling himself from the pool, biceps bulging. Changmin rips off his cap, accepting a towel from the coach as they discuss his time. Yunho can’t help but admire the musculature of his brother’s dripping body, chest rising quickly as he pants for breath. Briefly, Yunho wonders if it’s close to what Changmin looks like during sex. Yunho hates his brother in that moment for planting that thought inside him and glares.
‘They must finish soon,’ Jaejoong says, checking his watch. ‘We can give Changmin a lift if you want.’
Yunho shakes his head, gathering his bag. ‘Let the brat walk.’
For a long time after he gets home, Yunho considers calling Jaejoong back and asking to stay at his friend’s house again for the weekend. There’s a party planned for seniors on the Saturday but Yunho isn’t sure he feels like making the effort of going. Since Changmin had confessed to him, going to parties and talking to the girls in the hopes that he’d find someone seemed redundant. Yunho doesn’t have the energy to do much at all lately and since he doesn’t want to face his brother just yet, he spends the afternoon napping until their mother comes home. He compliments her as she changes into a sleek dress, his father emerging in a fresh suit and Yunho remembers vague details about a business soiree they’re attending for their mother’s company. His father hands him money and Yunho dials for a pizza as his parents smile and preen each other before heading out for the night. Yunho only realises after he’s hung up that he automatically ordered all of Changmin’s favourites.
When the pizza arrives, Yunho leaves it on the kitchen table, going in search of his brother. He finds Changmin in his room, freshly showered and shirtless. Desire flares low in his stomach and Yunho pauses, eyes lingering over his brother’s defined torso, the thin trail of hair leading tantalising into Changmin’s low slung pants. For a moment, Yunho forgets why he even came into his brother’s room. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. Yunho misses Changmin’s touch and the feel of his brother’s cock, hard in his mouth.
‘I ordered us pizza,’ Yunho says softly, lingering in the doorway. ‘It’s in the kitchen.’
Changmin strides towards him, boxing Yunho against the edge of the doorway.
‘Not interested,’ his brother dismisses the offer.
Warm hands cup his face, tilting his chin upwards and then Changmin is fusing their lips together, kissing Yunho with an intensity like never before. It leaves Yunho breathless, panting as his little brother bites at his lower lip and then laves at the swollen flesh. His resolve melts and Yunho sways, falling into Changmin’s hold, pulling his brother close.
‘We should eat,’ Yunho suggests weakly. ‘It’ll get cold.’
Changmin chuckles, tugging at his shirt to remove it and Yunho instinctively acquiesces, raising his arms above his head. ‘We can reheat it later. I want to fuck you now, whilst we have the house to ourselves.’
‘Changmin, I said no,’ Yunho feels his temper flare, shoving at his brother’s chest as Changmin backs him into the bed. He falls onto the mattress with a grunt.
‘Actually,’ Changmin says seductively, crawling between Yunho’s legs, ‘You said I don’t touch you enough.’
Changmin yanks at the waistband of his jeans, unbuckling them quickly before pulling them roughly from Yunho’s legs, along with his underwear. Yunho feels more exposed than usual, wanting to cover himself but Changmin grabs him under the arms and lifts, drawing him up to sit resting his back to his brother’s chest. Large hands spread his thighs wide and Yunho shivers in the teenager’s hold, Changmin’s breath hot on his nape. He cries out, a strangled mix of bliss and shock as Changmin takes hold of his cock, stroking and squeezing the flesh. It’s so much more than he’d imagined- to have his brother touch him this way and Yunho feels an odd sense of relief, as though he’d been waiting for this moment. He feels his balls tighten against his body, pleasure humming wildly through his veins as Changmin’s warm palm drags over the sensitive, engorged length. Yunho lets loose a loud moan, his head snapping back to rest on his brother’s shoulder and he wants desperately to seal their lips together- he knows a kiss will finish him.
Yunho turns his head, seeking Changmin’s mouth and he glimpses his brother’s smile before his eyes flutter closed. The teenager pumps his erection quickly, legs cradling Yunho’s and their ankles hooked as Yunho begins to buck and writhe, the pleasure reaching breaking point. Changmin kisses him gently, in contrast with the hands that cup Yunho’s heavy sac and tug increasingly fast, precum beginning to ease the friction. Yunho loses himself in the feel of it all, his skin fused to Changmin’s with sweat and he can’t tell where his brother’s chest ends and his back begins. All Yunho knows is the frantic pounding of the drum in his chest and the way it seems to sync with Changmin’s, their bodies intimately and innately harmonizing like the swell of an orchestra.
His release begins to spill, hot on their skin and Yunho whimpers into their kiss. Changmin suckles his tongue, swallowing his unrestrained moans as Yunho’s eyes roll back, struck by the intensity of the orgasm pulsing through his body. He claws at Changmin’s shoulders, bucking upwards and shaking as the last of his release pumps out over his brother’s hand. It feels so amazingly wonderful that it almost hurts.
‘That was fast,’ Changmin smirks, breaking the kiss.
Yunho blushes, sweat running in rivulets down his chest and Changmin’s hands still burning a path over his skin. ‘Thank you,’ he pants, trying to catch his breath.
Changmin hums in response, lifting a hand to his mouth and a soft, pink tongue darts out to taste the mess on his fingers. His brother makes a face, but says nothing, offering his hand to Yunho instead. Yunho almost laughs but sucks the digits into his mouth, licking them clean one by one. He tastes a little different than Changmin, but it’s not unpleasant and he lavishes attention on his brother’s palm enthusiastically. Yunho jolts, stiffening as he hears the pop of a cap and sees Changmin pouring lubricant on his other hand.
‘No, Changmin!’ Yunho panics as his brother’s hand descends, slipping past his spent cock to rub against his hole.
‘Relax,’ the teenager coos, grabbing hold of Yunho’s thigh to keep his legs split open. ‘Think about how it’ll feel with me inside you - I’ll complete you. No one will ever be as close to you as I am,’ Changmin whispers seductively, his voice husky and Yunho can hear the lust there.
Yunho’s cheeks heat further. He can’t deny that he wants to be close to his brother- needs to be loved and admired by the boy- but it’s too much for him to handle.
‘It’s too close,’ Yunho whimpers, struggling even though his brother’s slick fingers rubbing between his cheeks feel so good.
‘It’s never close enough,’ Changmin argues firmly, pushing a finger inside him. Yunho stiffens, body tense from the intrusion. ‘If this was really just about getting off, why did you ask me to kiss you?’ his brother asks, tone accusing and his words entrap Yunho. ‘That’s awfully intimate and unnecessary,’ Changmin whispers in his ear.
Yunho sags a little, the finger slipping deeper. Changmin was right of course; it had been Yunho who had begged for the intimacy, the cuddling, kissing and petting. His brother had merely used him for pleasure and entertainment before Yunho had begun wheedling affection from the younger teen. Yunho barely even notices the second digit Changmin slips inside him, stretching the passage gently. He’s so consumed by his internal debate that he jolts violently when a third pushes inside him. It’s painful but Changmin fondles him from his balls to his chest, tugging at a nipple whilst he sucks at Yunho’s neck.
The tongue laving at the taut column of his throat as he rests his head on Changmin’s shoulder has arousal building inside him. Teeth scrape and then Changmin sucks at a patch of skin hard, drawing the flesh into his mouth and leaving Yunho gasping for air as lust hits him hard.
‘I’m going to fuck you so hard all your little friends will know what a slut you are,’ Changmin teases, nipping at his ear.
Embarrassment heats Yunho’s body, flipping in his stomach and burning with acidic guilt. He doesn’t want his friends to know, he can’t even bear to speak of his unnatural desires for his brother out loud. With that in mind, Yunho knows he can’t do this. He thinks back to Jaejoong’s advice as Changmin removes his hand and shoves him forward, manhandling him until his ass is in the air and Yunho’s face pressed into the bed.
‘I’m not ready,’ Yunho tries to say, partially muffled by the blanket. ‘Don’t, Min-ah.’
Changmin pushes a thumb into him, hands spreading his cheeks wide and Yunho struggles to move, his arms trapped beneath him. ‘You’re never going to be ready, hyung, but your little ass is as prepared as it can be for now,’ his brother taunts, lining up the blunt tip of his cock.
Yunho panics, remembering Changmin’s sheer size and knowing that once his brother pushes inside him, they can never go back. ‘Don’t,’ he pleads, voice hoarse. ‘Please, Min. We can’t- I can’t do this.’
Yunho hears Changmin inhale loudly, can feel the heat of his brother’s skin curving above him, trapping him in place, a firm hand on his hip. ‘Trust me, hyung. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you,’ his brother promises. ‘You were made for me,’ Changmin cries out in a loud exhale as he shoves himself in.
Yunho screams, biting down into the bed covers. It hurts- more than he could have ever anticipated. Changmin had violated not only his body, but his rights, ignoring his pleas to wait and now his little brother’s cock feels as though it’s splitting Yunho open. Tears spring to his eyes as the girth stretches him beyond anything he’s ever experienced, and then Changmin thrusts forward, drawing Yunho’s hips up and shoving in the rest of the way. Yunho lets out a frustrated shout, unable to bear the pain that radiates through his body.
‘Stop,’ Yunho begs, ‘it hurts. Please,’ he chokes on a sob, ‘I can’t - it hurts.’
Changmin stills above him, arms wrapping around Yunho’s torso and pressing their flushed bodies together. ‘Shh,’ the teenager soothes, ‘I’m sorry, hyung.’
Yunho feels oddly comforted by his brother’s intimacy, already beginning to forgive as the pain starts to fade to extreme discomfort. Changmin is so deeply nestled inside him it’s as though he can feel Changmin all the way to his throat. Yunho whimpers as Changmin’s cock twitches, pulsing inside his body.
‘Take it out,’ Yunho is frightened that despite the pain, he has a strange sense of completion and gratification that his brother promised.
He’s a little surprised that Changmin does as he asks but the movement is excruciating and he winces, a choked noise issuing from the back of his throat. Changmin halts his movements and as grateful as he is that his brother had ceased, Yunho knows that stuck like this, it’s almost too easy for him to accidentally slip back or forward an inch. He hooks an arm around and pulls Changmin back in by the ass, causing them both to moan loudly as his brother’s cock pushes in deep.
‘Fuck, hyung,’ Changmin hisses, biting down on Yunho’s shoulder. ‘You feel amazing.’
Yunho digs fingers into his brother’s ass, shaking under Changmin’s weight, muscles fraught with tension. He flushes from his brother’s praise, unconsciously tightening further around the cock in his ass. Changmin wraps fingers around Yunho’s length, gently rocking his hips and testing the give of Yunho’s body.
‘Relax, Yunho,’ his brother says, nudging his cock deeper and drawing out an inch.
It still hurts but the drag isn’t as painful when lips caress his nape and there’s a hand around his cock. It’s still difficult to get hard, as Changmin pulls out further before thrusting back in, developing a shallow rut that can leave Yunho gasping in pain or a new form of pleasure. Yunho doesn’t want to admit it but his brother’s filthy words are what really cause lust to unfurl low in his gut, growing with the potential to bloom into something far more substantial- something mind-blowing.
‘This is better than a scar,’ Changmin places the hand bracing him over Yunho’s wrist. ‘You’ll carry this moment with you forever. Whenever you look back on your first- it’ll always be me, won’t it, hyung? You gave yourself to me and I took every little piece I could,’ Changmin’s lips are soft against Yunho’s ear, his voice low and hypnotic.
Yunho shivers, cock twitching and he arches, stomach low to the bed as Changmin fucks him. His brother ups the pace, leaning back to grasp Yunho by the hips, yanking him back to meet every thrust as they become rougher. Something about the way Changmin manhandles him, combined with the dirty words and humiliation that follows, spikes Yunho’s arousal. He moans, gripping the sheets tightly as his little brother takes him relentlessly, the force pushing him up the bed. At some point his legs give out and Changmin lifts his leg to hook over his arm, leaning in close to fuck Yunho half on his side. Yunho’s erection is trapped beneath him, the friction too much as he’s grinded onto the bed.
Then angle doesn’t seem to work for Changmin either and the teenager pulls out and flips him onto his back, squeezing more lubricant over Yunho’s balls and ass. It’s cold and Yunho lets out a small yelp, but the gel runs quickly with the heat of his body. Changmin crawls between his legs and Yunho decides he likes this position, gathering his brother into his arms. The teenager stares down at him, admiration and lust clear in his eyes and this time, Yunho raises his hips eagerly for Changmin to push back in. His eyes flutter closed as he’s filled, a tinge of pain with his pleasure and Changmin feels hot and raw inside him. Yunho moans loudly as Changmin starts up a rhythm, his pelvis brushing against Yunho’s cock with each dip of his hips.
‘Hyung,’ Changmin groans, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and Yunho cups his brother’s jaw, tugging him down for a kiss as Changmin ruts into him. ‘Tell me you’re mine, please, tell me,’ his brother pleads.
In that moment, Yunho realises that the insecurities he has felt for years regarding the distance between him and his brother are also reflected in Changmin. Yunho had thought that his baby brother didn’t need him the way Yunho needs Changmin but the underlying desperation in the teenager’s tone proves otherwise.
‘I’m yours,’ Yunho promises, rolling his hips to meet Changmin’s thrusts. ‘You’re mine. I love you, dongsaeng.’
He presses each word into Changmin’s skin with a kiss, lips fluttering over his brother’s sharp jaw and finally his wide, soft mouth. They share a messy kiss, one that builds with passion until it’s frantic and they’re both moving together frenetically on the bed. Yunho arches spectacularly as Changmin palms a nipple, squeezing the surrounding flesh as they fuck harder and faster as though mindlessly attempting to fuse their bodies together so they can never separate. Changmin slips a hand between them to palm Yunho’s erection, his fingers tightening just beneath the crown and Yunho cries out in ecstasy. The pain and pleasure burn in his limbs, igniting low in his abdomen and he feels himself explode, splattering his stomach. He feels Changmin smirk into the kiss as he climaxes, body shaking violently from the intensity and Yunho is glad his brother’s body is pinning him down, invading every one of his senses.
His legs jerk with the aftershocks of his orgasm and Yunho hitches them around his brother’s waist, pressing against flushed, sweaty skin. Changmin grapples with his limbs, seeking purchase to push him over the edge and he breaks their kiss to arch above Yunho, hands keeping Yunho’s flat to the bed. Changmin fucks him urgently, a frenzied rutting as he draws closer and closer to completion. Yunho meets his brother’s eyes and it feels as though their minds connect, a heady storm of emotion shared between them and Yunho eggs Changmin on with a sultry look. He moans as the first spurt of hot cum fills him, coating his insides and marking him as Changmin’s. The sensation is heady and Yunho thinks he could come himself, just from that feeling, clenching his body tighter around the cock thrusting deep inside him. Changmin finally breaks their eye contact with a groan, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open as he comes, spilling inside Yunho.
Yunho embraces him as his brother sags against him. The weight is heavy but he hardly cares, holding Changmin close. Changmin’s skin is hot against Yunho’s, slick with sweat and Yunho feels more satisfaction just cradling and covered by his brother’s body than he did during his climax. He licks a stripe through the sweat gathering on Changmin’s neck, fingers entangled in damp locks. Changmin groans, the sound muffled by the pillow and shifts barely an inch above Yunho, hands on his brother’s hips. Yunho smiles to himself, pleased his dongsaeng is allowing Yunho to pet him, legs still hooked around Changmin’s narrow waist and he runs a foot up the back of a calf.
Eventually, Changmin lifts himself up, carefully slipping out of Yunho and rolling to the side. ‘Are you still angry at me, hyung?’ he asks, still slightly out of breath.
Yunho feels too exhausted to move, let alone think about what they’ve just done. ‘A little,’ Yunho settles on, unsure if he’ll have more capacity to think later.
Changmin chuckles and then tries to disguise it. They both know Yunho can never stay mad at him for long.
‘I think I’m ready for that pizza now, hyung,’ his brother says, rubbing his stomach and looking at Yunho expectantly.
‘Fuck you,’ Yunho scoffs, ‘I can barely move thanks to you. I’m not getting up.’
Changmin grins and pokes Yunho’s side. ‘Okay, I’ll get it, but will you let me fuck you again after?’
‘I didn’t let you the first time,’ Yunho laughs, shoving at his brother’s chest.
Changmin smirks, raising an eyebrow. ‘I won’t ask then.’
‘You little brat,’ Yunho scolds, pulling at his little brother’s hair but there’s no real heat in it. ‘Who are you going to pick on next year when I’m at university?’
Yunho regrets it the moment he says it because it’s not just Changmin who is bitter about him leaving. Yunho hates the thought of being without his brother too. He especially doesn’t like the thought of Changmin finding someone else to pass the time with.
‘I’m sorry, Min,’ Yunho says quietly, releasing his grip on Changmin’s hair.
To Yunho’s surprise, his little brother never loses his sly smile. ‘Dad’s going to get you a car soon,’ he says knowingly.
‘What?’
‘Not a great one, but enough to get you home whenever our mother misses you,’ Changmin tells him. ‘I expect you’ll be visiting a lot and if dad buys you a car, I’m sure I can convince him to get me one too,’ Changmin has a smug, determined expression on his face and Yunho knows their father doesn’t stand a chance.
‘Still, two years is a long time. You’ll come visit me too?’ Yunho asks hopefully.
‘Of course,’ Changmin smiles, standing and dragging his pants back over long legs. He pauses in the doorway, turning to look at Yunho. ‘Besides, it’ll only be one year, hyung- I decided to skip a grade,’ his brother smirks, disappearing into the kitchen and leaving Yunho shocked but elated with relief.
Yunho thinks that his first year at university is beginning to look interesting.
A/N: lol Jaeho’s talk- he seems like the type the other members would go to for their sex related questions imo.
Some RL stuff has come up and Empress might have to help me out and post my share of fic for a few days whilst it calms down.
Gorgeous, let me know if that’s ok with you on skype or kakao please :)
Author: vaguelynormal
Pairing: Changmin/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest, cross-dressing, manipulation
Summary: Changmin keeps upping the stakes, but it’s a dangerous game and Yunho’s not sure he knows how to play.
Previous chapters: 1 2
Annoyingly, Changmin’s a quick study and perfects kissing very quickly. Still, it pleases Yunho greatly that Changmin will spend time just kissing him, their bodies frotting together before getting to the usual blow job. Changmin touches him a lot more after their fight, not just when he’s dressed up or naked but also around the house. It can be anything from innocent or sexual to rough and playful much to Yunho’s delight. Thrills run along his spine whenever his brother touches him. He’s still conditioned to being ignored that he almost dogs Changmin incessantly after school, needing to be close and terrified of losing his brother’s affections again. Each move his brother makes is possessive, guiding and dominant and Yunho relishes it, increasingly turned on.
Yunho jumps in the shower one afternoon, opening his mouth to the spray, the taste of Changmin still thick in his throat. He can hear his mother preparing dinner in the kitchen, the faint sounds of her radio through the loud rain of the shower. The heat suddenly increases and Yunho feels a draft from the shower door, Changmin pressing up against him. Yunho jolts, colliding awkwardly with the glass before his brother catches him, pulling them chest-to-chest. His brother caresses his cheek, nuzzling against his neck, a hand sliding down to grope his ass.
‘Changmin,’ Yunho hisses, ‘I told you not when our parents are home.’
‘Shut up, hyung,’ his brother smiles. ‘They’re too busy to notice.’
Changmin pushes Yunho up against the tiled wall, hitching Yunho’s leg up around his waist. It’s the first time Yunho’s really gotten a good long look at Changmin completely naked, his brother’s erection pressing against his belly. Yunho runs a fingertip down the trail of hair from Changmin’s navel, gripping the heavy length in his hand. The gesture has become second nature of late and Changmin gives him a slow, satisfied smile as he reaches for the shower gel. His brother kisses him suddenly, allowing him to taste the fresh water on Changmin’s lips as he lets the teenager’s tongue invade his mouth. They kiss languidly, Yunho forgetting some of his earlier anger as Changmin holds him close, a slick hand tracing along his thigh to the curve of his ass.
Yunho jerks against Changmin as a gelled finger pushes inside him and his brother muffles his yelp with his kiss. He breaks away panting, uncomfortable with the long digit lodged inside his hole, stretching the tight rim.
‘Changmin, stop,’ Yunho whispers furiously. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Relax, hyung,’ Changmin soothes, rocking their bodies together and creating delicious, warm friction on their groins. ‘I’m just making sure you’re all clean for later.’
Yunho furrows his brow, thoroughly confused. As Changmin’s finger sinks in to the knuckle, hot cum smears across his belly from the flushed, red tip of his brother’s erection. The sight of his little brother hard and eager for him never fails to arouse Yunho. Still, Yunho’s unsure why his brother feels the need to clean his passage, uneasy about the soap dribbling down his thigh as Changmin pushes his finger in and out of his hole. Another digit fights its way inside him and Yunho winces, clinging hard to Changmin’s shoulders.
‘What’s later?’ Yunho asks, wary of the answer.
He just can’t get used to the feeling of the slick fingers rubbing against his inner passage.
Changmin chuckles darkly. ‘When I fuck you, dearest brother,’ his brother’s breath is hot against his cheek, more stifling than the steam that fills the cubicle.
Yunho splutters, wide-eyed and frightened. ‘W-Why would you do that? No-‘ he pushes at Changmin’s chest and his brother easily slips his fingers out, stepping back.
Yunho struggles to steady himself now that Changmin is no longer holding him against the wall. He shivers and steps back under the warm spray of water; closer to the other teenager.
‘Because I want to put this inside you,’ Changmin strokes his cock, the gesture obscene and confronting.
‘But we’re brothers,’ Yunho argues weakly, still mindful that their voices might carry.
Changmin scoffs. ‘Like that’s stopped us before now.’
His brother raises an eyebrow in amusement, hand still working over his cock. Yunho can barely tear his eyes away from the sight, watching the water rivulet down his brother’s defined chest.
‘That’s different,’ he presses on, struggling to meet Changmin’s eyes. ‘We’re just…getting off.’ Yunho borrows his brother’s expression from the first time they extended their relationship to the physical and sexual. ‘S-Se- That’s too far. I can’t,’ Yunho feels panic claw at his chest, stifling his breath.
‘No, it’s the natural progression and conclusion,’ Changmin states. His brother stares at Yunho’s horrified expression for a long moment before bursting into loud peals of laughter. ‘I can’t believe of all things, you choose to be frigid over your virginity.’
Changmin buries his grin beneath his hand, shoulders shaking as he snickers. It leaves Yunho feeling stupid and he steps out of the shower, wrapping himself in the soft comfort of a towel. Changmin eyes him carefully as he dries off, an amused smile still on his face and it begins to piss Yunho off. He fastens his towel around his waist tightly before turning to confront his brother.
‘If it’s the natural progression, how about all the steps we must have skipped then?’ Yunho accuses, eyes narrowed in a glare.
Changmin raises an eyebrow in question, prompting Yunho to continue.
‘If you haven’t noticed, dongsaeng,’ Yunho sneers, ‘you’re not exactly reciprocal in this relationship. Half the time I don’t even get off and if I do, it’s certainly not through any skill of your own. Why would I trust my body to you when you can’t even make it enjoyable for me?’
It’s not the real issue, but Yunho wants to dent Changmin’s pride. Judging by the momentarily stunned look on his brother’s face, Yunho hit his mark. He gives Changmin one last scowl before slipping from the room.
It makes for an awkward dinner at the table that night and Yunho’s thankful that his mother is too preoccupied with her work to pick up on the tension. Their father is as oblivious as usual, making small talk about Yunho’s decision to rent an apartment or stay in a dorm next year at university. Changmin’s scowling and stabbing at his food viciously throughout until their father quizzes him about his grades and swimming. It always surprises Yunho how polite and considerate his little brother can be towards their parents- it reminds him how two-faced Changmin can be. He excuses himself from the table shortly after they’ve finished eating, clearing the table and retreating to the kitchen to wash up whilst his mother brews tea. As his mother sets the tray, Yunho finds himself lying to her, making an excuse to skip dessert and escape being anywhere near Changmin.
Yunho is glad that his grades are already set in the final few weeks of school as he finds he can’t concentrate at all. Most of the seniors skip but Yunho always makes attendance, even if he doesn’t have many friends to hang out with in his classes anymore. He sits in a daze through most of his lessons, but the teachers don’t seem to care. Jaejoong still takes notes, his catch up exam fast approaching but Yunho lets his mind wander as he looks out the window. Yunho finds himself continuously circling the same problem; Changmin, his virginity and the moral dilemma that surrounds both. No matter how long Yunho thinks about it, he can’t find a solution and it’s beginning to wear on his nerves.
He and Jaejoong lay out on the bleachers after class, in the last of the afternoon sun. Jaejoong discreetly smokes a cigarette, laid out on the bench on his stomach. Yunho lies on his back, watching the shapes form behind his eyelids, the sun burning stars in his vision even as he throws an arm up over his eyes. It’s not hot enough to be uncomfortable but Yunho can feel sweat form over his skin and he’s slightly envious of the seniors spending their day at the beach.
‘That’s your brother, isn’t it?’ Jaejoong asks, turning to watch the swimming team practice in the pool below and squinting hard to make out the members.
Yunho doesn’t bother to look; knowing instinctively that it’s the day Changmin gets home late afternoon school and lets Yunho taste the chlorine off his skin. He hums a confirmation, taking the cigarette from Jaejoong and taking a short drag.
‘He’s pretty good, isn’t he?’ Jaejoong remarks, rolling a new blunt. ‘Think he’ll make early captain next year?’
‘It depends,’ Yunho mumbles, feeling dizzy from the smoke.
‘On what?’ Jaejoong grins, licking the skin before carefully folding it over and sealing the cigarette. He sits up, crossing his legs beneath him as he watches the boys swim laps against the clock.
Yunho still keeps his eyes closed, listening to the splash and shouts of the team cheering, interrupted by the coach’s shrill whistle. ‘On whether or not he wants it,’ he says simply, taking another drag and trying not to cough. ‘Changmin’s the smartest person I know, but if he’s not interested - if he doesn’t want it- he won’t even try. It’d be close to sabotage if he wasn’t so fucking good at everything else.’
Jaejoong chuckles. ‘And what does little brother want?’
‘Fucked if I know,’ Yunho scoffs, butting out the cigarette on the cool metal of the bleachers. ‘I’ve been trying to work that out for a while now.’
Jaejoong gives him a contemplative smile before nodding, turning back to lean against the bench Yunho’s lying on, his head propped up on Yunho’s stomach. ‘Just another of life’s great mysteries I guess,’ Jaejoong says wryly. ’What goes on in the mind of Little Shim?’
They sit in silence for several moments, the team below undoubtedly lining up for fresh starts on the blow of the whistle. Yunho would feel drowsy in the warmth of the sun if it weren’t for the multitude of thoughts and emotions constantly pushing his brain into overdrive. Jaejoong is a good friend, a handsome boy and Yunho muses briefly that it would be so much easier to fall in love with him. Would he obsess over his virginity this much if it were with Jaejoong?
Before Yunho can stop himself, he asks, ‘Jae, what was your first time like?’
Jaejoong pushes off him to meet his eyes for a moment before relaxing back again. ‘It was okay,’ he feels his friend shrug. ‘I’m glad it gets better though.’
‘Do you think it’s a big deal? Losing your virginity?’ He keeps his tone light but the question weighs heavily on his mind.
‘For guys? Probably not as much. It’s less of a risk, isn’t it?’ Jaejoong says. ‘I remember feeling lucky though- that she’d take that risk on me- that she wanted me to be her first too. She was really sweet.’
Yunho murmurs in agreement, contemplative and his hand finds its way to Jaejoong’s hair, carding through the locks.
‘Have you got yourself a girlfriend?’ Jaejoong goads, nudging him gently.
‘Not quite,’ Yunho blushes, shifting his legs.
Jaejoong makes a noise of understanding. ‘A boyfriend then. Anyone I know?’
‘No,’ Yunho lies quickly. ‘He thinks I’m being frigid.’
‘So you’re the bottom?’ Jaejoong asks carefully.
‘It seems that way,’ Yunho sighs. ‘I don’t mind him dominating me, or doing all the other stuff but I can’t stop thinking about this. I’m not sure if I’m being stupid about the point, the longer I argue it in my own head, the more confused I get.’
‘Well, do you love him?’ his friend asks.
‘Yes,’ Yunho thinks of his brother and the ache in his chest intensifies.
‘Does he love you?’ Jaejoong questions, watching Yunho’s expression carefully.
Yunho pauses for a moment, remembering Changmin’s confession. He knows his brother was being honest. ‘Yes,’ he answers.
‘Do you think that will ever change?’
Yunho thinks of their familial ties - he’s always loved Changmin; it’s too deeply ingrained within him to stop. Changmin isn’t the fickle type either. He shakes his head.
‘So you must trust him to some degree?’ Jaejoong smiles, poking Yunho in the ribs. ‘That leaves only superficial things left to hold you back.’
‘Huh?’ Yunho furrows his brow in confusion.
Jaejoong gives him an amused look. ‘The reasons you’re not ready to lose your virginity are probably superficial. Fear of pain, insecurities regarding performance or your body,’ Jaejoong lists them on his fingers, ‘it’s not like you can get pregnant.’
‘Everything will change,’ Yunho is quiet, his voice barely reaching Jaejoong. He can’t explain to his friend that half his dilemma is that it’s considered a heinous sin for him to let his baby brother fuck him. To Yunho, it’s that one last step over the edge of the cliff.
‘From what little I’ve gathered, I don’t think it will but just tell him you’re not ready,’ Jaejoong advises, turning back to the pool.
Yunho nods, feeling a little better about the situation but still just as conflicted. He watches his brother in the distance, the teenager pulling himself from the pool, biceps bulging. Changmin rips off his cap, accepting a towel from the coach as they discuss his time. Yunho can’t help but admire the musculature of his brother’s dripping body, chest rising quickly as he pants for breath. Briefly, Yunho wonders if it’s close to what Changmin looks like during sex. Yunho hates his brother in that moment for planting that thought inside him and glares.
‘They must finish soon,’ Jaejoong says, checking his watch. ‘We can give Changmin a lift if you want.’
Yunho shakes his head, gathering his bag. ‘Let the brat walk.’
For a long time after he gets home, Yunho considers calling Jaejoong back and asking to stay at his friend’s house again for the weekend. There’s a party planned for seniors on the Saturday but Yunho isn’t sure he feels like making the effort of going. Since Changmin had confessed to him, going to parties and talking to the girls in the hopes that he’d find someone seemed redundant. Yunho doesn’t have the energy to do much at all lately and since he doesn’t want to face his brother just yet, he spends the afternoon napping until their mother comes home. He compliments her as she changes into a sleek dress, his father emerging in a fresh suit and Yunho remembers vague details about a business soiree they’re attending for their mother’s company. His father hands him money and Yunho dials for a pizza as his parents smile and preen each other before heading out for the night. Yunho only realises after he’s hung up that he automatically ordered all of Changmin’s favourites.
When the pizza arrives, Yunho leaves it on the kitchen table, going in search of his brother. He finds Changmin in his room, freshly showered and shirtless. Desire flares low in his stomach and Yunho pauses, eyes lingering over his brother’s defined torso, the thin trail of hair leading tantalising into Changmin’s low slung pants. For a moment, Yunho forgets why he even came into his brother’s room. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. Yunho misses Changmin’s touch and the feel of his brother’s cock, hard in his mouth.
‘I ordered us pizza,’ Yunho says softly, lingering in the doorway. ‘It’s in the kitchen.’
Changmin strides towards him, boxing Yunho against the edge of the doorway.
‘Not interested,’ his brother dismisses the offer.
Warm hands cup his face, tilting his chin upwards and then Changmin is fusing their lips together, kissing Yunho with an intensity like never before. It leaves Yunho breathless, panting as his little brother bites at his lower lip and then laves at the swollen flesh. His resolve melts and Yunho sways, falling into Changmin’s hold, pulling his brother close.
‘We should eat,’ Yunho suggests weakly. ‘It’ll get cold.’
Changmin chuckles, tugging at his shirt to remove it and Yunho instinctively acquiesces, raising his arms above his head. ‘We can reheat it later. I want to fuck you now, whilst we have the house to ourselves.’
‘Changmin, I said no,’ Yunho feels his temper flare, shoving at his brother’s chest as Changmin backs him into the bed. He falls onto the mattress with a grunt.
‘Actually,’ Changmin says seductively, crawling between Yunho’s legs, ‘You said I don’t touch you enough.’
Changmin yanks at the waistband of his jeans, unbuckling them quickly before pulling them roughly from Yunho’s legs, along with his underwear. Yunho feels more exposed than usual, wanting to cover himself but Changmin grabs him under the arms and lifts, drawing him up to sit resting his back to his brother’s chest. Large hands spread his thighs wide and Yunho shivers in the teenager’s hold, Changmin’s breath hot on his nape. He cries out, a strangled mix of bliss and shock as Changmin takes hold of his cock, stroking and squeezing the flesh. It’s so much more than he’d imagined- to have his brother touch him this way and Yunho feels an odd sense of relief, as though he’d been waiting for this moment. He feels his balls tighten against his body, pleasure humming wildly through his veins as Changmin’s warm palm drags over the sensitive, engorged length. Yunho lets loose a loud moan, his head snapping back to rest on his brother’s shoulder and he wants desperately to seal their lips together- he knows a kiss will finish him.
Yunho turns his head, seeking Changmin’s mouth and he glimpses his brother’s smile before his eyes flutter closed. The teenager pumps his erection quickly, legs cradling Yunho’s and their ankles hooked as Yunho begins to buck and writhe, the pleasure reaching breaking point. Changmin kisses him gently, in contrast with the hands that cup Yunho’s heavy sac and tug increasingly fast, precum beginning to ease the friction. Yunho loses himself in the feel of it all, his skin fused to Changmin’s with sweat and he can’t tell where his brother’s chest ends and his back begins. All Yunho knows is the frantic pounding of the drum in his chest and the way it seems to sync with Changmin’s, their bodies intimately and innately harmonizing like the swell of an orchestra.
His release begins to spill, hot on their skin and Yunho whimpers into their kiss. Changmin suckles his tongue, swallowing his unrestrained moans as Yunho’s eyes roll back, struck by the intensity of the orgasm pulsing through his body. He claws at Changmin’s shoulders, bucking upwards and shaking as the last of his release pumps out over his brother’s hand. It feels so amazingly wonderful that it almost hurts.
‘That was fast,’ Changmin smirks, breaking the kiss.
Yunho blushes, sweat running in rivulets down his chest and Changmin’s hands still burning a path over his skin. ‘Thank you,’ he pants, trying to catch his breath.
Changmin hums in response, lifting a hand to his mouth and a soft, pink tongue darts out to taste the mess on his fingers. His brother makes a face, but says nothing, offering his hand to Yunho instead. Yunho almost laughs but sucks the digits into his mouth, licking them clean one by one. He tastes a little different than Changmin, but it’s not unpleasant and he lavishes attention on his brother’s palm enthusiastically. Yunho jolts, stiffening as he hears the pop of a cap and sees Changmin pouring lubricant on his other hand.
‘No, Changmin!’ Yunho panics as his brother’s hand descends, slipping past his spent cock to rub against his hole.
‘Relax,’ the teenager coos, grabbing hold of Yunho’s thigh to keep his legs split open. ‘Think about how it’ll feel with me inside you - I’ll complete you. No one will ever be as close to you as I am,’ Changmin whispers seductively, his voice husky and Yunho can hear the lust there.
Yunho’s cheeks heat further. He can’t deny that he wants to be close to his brother- needs to be loved and admired by the boy- but it’s too much for him to handle.
‘It’s too close,’ Yunho whimpers, struggling even though his brother’s slick fingers rubbing between his cheeks feel so good.
‘It’s never close enough,’ Changmin argues firmly, pushing a finger inside him. Yunho stiffens, body tense from the intrusion. ‘If this was really just about getting off, why did you ask me to kiss you?’ his brother asks, tone accusing and his words entrap Yunho. ‘That’s awfully intimate and unnecessary,’ Changmin whispers in his ear.
Yunho sags a little, the finger slipping deeper. Changmin was right of course; it had been Yunho who had begged for the intimacy, the cuddling, kissing and petting. His brother had merely used him for pleasure and entertainment before Yunho had begun wheedling affection from the younger teen. Yunho barely even notices the second digit Changmin slips inside him, stretching the passage gently. He’s so consumed by his internal debate that he jolts violently when a third pushes inside him. It’s painful but Changmin fondles him from his balls to his chest, tugging at a nipple whilst he sucks at Yunho’s neck.
The tongue laving at the taut column of his throat as he rests his head on Changmin’s shoulder has arousal building inside him. Teeth scrape and then Changmin sucks at a patch of skin hard, drawing the flesh into his mouth and leaving Yunho gasping for air as lust hits him hard.
‘I’m going to fuck you so hard all your little friends will know what a slut you are,’ Changmin teases, nipping at his ear.
Embarrassment heats Yunho’s body, flipping in his stomach and burning with acidic guilt. He doesn’t want his friends to know, he can’t even bear to speak of his unnatural desires for his brother out loud. With that in mind, Yunho knows he can’t do this. He thinks back to Jaejoong’s advice as Changmin removes his hand and shoves him forward, manhandling him until his ass is in the air and Yunho’s face pressed into the bed.
‘I’m not ready,’ Yunho tries to say, partially muffled by the blanket. ‘Don’t, Min-ah.’
Changmin pushes a thumb into him, hands spreading his cheeks wide and Yunho struggles to move, his arms trapped beneath him. ‘You’re never going to be ready, hyung, but your little ass is as prepared as it can be for now,’ his brother taunts, lining up the blunt tip of his cock.
Yunho panics, remembering Changmin’s sheer size and knowing that once his brother pushes inside him, they can never go back. ‘Don’t,’ he pleads, voice hoarse. ‘Please, Min. We can’t- I can’t do this.’
Yunho hears Changmin inhale loudly, can feel the heat of his brother’s skin curving above him, trapping him in place, a firm hand on his hip. ‘Trust me, hyung. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you,’ his brother promises. ‘You were made for me,’ Changmin cries out in a loud exhale as he shoves himself in.
Yunho screams, biting down into the bed covers. It hurts- more than he could have ever anticipated. Changmin had violated not only his body, but his rights, ignoring his pleas to wait and now his little brother’s cock feels as though it’s splitting Yunho open. Tears spring to his eyes as the girth stretches him beyond anything he’s ever experienced, and then Changmin thrusts forward, drawing Yunho’s hips up and shoving in the rest of the way. Yunho lets out a frustrated shout, unable to bear the pain that radiates through his body.
‘Stop,’ Yunho begs, ‘it hurts. Please,’ he chokes on a sob, ‘I can’t - it hurts.’
Changmin stills above him, arms wrapping around Yunho’s torso and pressing their flushed bodies together. ‘Shh,’ the teenager soothes, ‘I’m sorry, hyung.’
Yunho feels oddly comforted by his brother’s intimacy, already beginning to forgive as the pain starts to fade to extreme discomfort. Changmin is so deeply nestled inside him it’s as though he can feel Changmin all the way to his throat. Yunho whimpers as Changmin’s cock twitches, pulsing inside his body.
‘Take it out,’ Yunho is frightened that despite the pain, he has a strange sense of completion and gratification that his brother promised.
He’s a little surprised that Changmin does as he asks but the movement is excruciating and he winces, a choked noise issuing from the back of his throat. Changmin halts his movements and as grateful as he is that his brother had ceased, Yunho knows that stuck like this, it’s almost too easy for him to accidentally slip back or forward an inch. He hooks an arm around and pulls Changmin back in by the ass, causing them both to moan loudly as his brother’s cock pushes in deep.
‘Fuck, hyung,’ Changmin hisses, biting down on Yunho’s shoulder. ‘You feel amazing.’
Yunho digs fingers into his brother’s ass, shaking under Changmin’s weight, muscles fraught with tension. He flushes from his brother’s praise, unconsciously tightening further around the cock in his ass. Changmin wraps fingers around Yunho’s length, gently rocking his hips and testing the give of Yunho’s body.
‘Relax, Yunho,’ his brother says, nudging his cock deeper and drawing out an inch.
It still hurts but the drag isn’t as painful when lips caress his nape and there’s a hand around his cock. It’s still difficult to get hard, as Changmin pulls out further before thrusting back in, developing a shallow rut that can leave Yunho gasping in pain or a new form of pleasure. Yunho doesn’t want to admit it but his brother’s filthy words are what really cause lust to unfurl low in his gut, growing with the potential to bloom into something far more substantial- something mind-blowing.
‘This is better than a scar,’ Changmin places the hand bracing him over Yunho’s wrist. ‘You’ll carry this moment with you forever. Whenever you look back on your first- it’ll always be me, won’t it, hyung? You gave yourself to me and I took every little piece I could,’ Changmin’s lips are soft against Yunho’s ear, his voice low and hypnotic.
Yunho shivers, cock twitching and he arches, stomach low to the bed as Changmin fucks him. His brother ups the pace, leaning back to grasp Yunho by the hips, yanking him back to meet every thrust as they become rougher. Something about the way Changmin manhandles him, combined with the dirty words and humiliation that follows, spikes Yunho’s arousal. He moans, gripping the sheets tightly as his little brother takes him relentlessly, the force pushing him up the bed. At some point his legs give out and Changmin lifts his leg to hook over his arm, leaning in close to fuck Yunho half on his side. Yunho’s erection is trapped beneath him, the friction too much as he’s grinded onto the bed.
Then angle doesn’t seem to work for Changmin either and the teenager pulls out and flips him onto his back, squeezing more lubricant over Yunho’s balls and ass. It’s cold and Yunho lets out a small yelp, but the gel runs quickly with the heat of his body. Changmin crawls between his legs and Yunho decides he likes this position, gathering his brother into his arms. The teenager stares down at him, admiration and lust clear in his eyes and this time, Yunho raises his hips eagerly for Changmin to push back in. His eyes flutter closed as he’s filled, a tinge of pain with his pleasure and Changmin feels hot and raw inside him. Yunho moans loudly as Changmin starts up a rhythm, his pelvis brushing against Yunho’s cock with each dip of his hips.
‘Hyung,’ Changmin groans, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and Yunho cups his brother’s jaw, tugging him down for a kiss as Changmin ruts into him. ‘Tell me you’re mine, please, tell me,’ his brother pleads.
In that moment, Yunho realises that the insecurities he has felt for years regarding the distance between him and his brother are also reflected in Changmin. Yunho had thought that his baby brother didn’t need him the way Yunho needs Changmin but the underlying desperation in the teenager’s tone proves otherwise.
‘I’m yours,’ Yunho promises, rolling his hips to meet Changmin’s thrusts. ‘You’re mine. I love you, dongsaeng.’
He presses each word into Changmin’s skin with a kiss, lips fluttering over his brother’s sharp jaw and finally his wide, soft mouth. They share a messy kiss, one that builds with passion until it’s frantic and they’re both moving together frenetically on the bed. Yunho arches spectacularly as Changmin palms a nipple, squeezing the surrounding flesh as they fuck harder and faster as though mindlessly attempting to fuse their bodies together so they can never separate. Changmin slips a hand between them to palm Yunho’s erection, his fingers tightening just beneath the crown and Yunho cries out in ecstasy. The pain and pleasure burn in his limbs, igniting low in his abdomen and he feels himself explode, splattering his stomach. He feels Changmin smirk into the kiss as he climaxes, body shaking violently from the intensity and Yunho is glad his brother’s body is pinning him down, invading every one of his senses.
His legs jerk with the aftershocks of his orgasm and Yunho hitches them around his brother’s waist, pressing against flushed, sweaty skin. Changmin grapples with his limbs, seeking purchase to push him over the edge and he breaks their kiss to arch above Yunho, hands keeping Yunho’s flat to the bed. Changmin fucks him urgently, a frenzied rutting as he draws closer and closer to completion. Yunho meets his brother’s eyes and it feels as though their minds connect, a heady storm of emotion shared between them and Yunho eggs Changmin on with a sultry look. He moans as the first spurt of hot cum fills him, coating his insides and marking him as Changmin’s. The sensation is heady and Yunho thinks he could come himself, just from that feeling, clenching his body tighter around the cock thrusting deep inside him. Changmin finally breaks their eye contact with a groan, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open as he comes, spilling inside Yunho.
Yunho embraces him as his brother sags against him. The weight is heavy but he hardly cares, holding Changmin close. Changmin’s skin is hot against Yunho’s, slick with sweat and Yunho feels more satisfaction just cradling and covered by his brother’s body than he did during his climax. He licks a stripe through the sweat gathering on Changmin’s neck, fingers entangled in damp locks. Changmin groans, the sound muffled by the pillow and shifts barely an inch above Yunho, hands on his brother’s hips. Yunho smiles to himself, pleased his dongsaeng is allowing Yunho to pet him, legs still hooked around Changmin’s narrow waist and he runs a foot up the back of a calf.
Eventually, Changmin lifts himself up, carefully slipping out of Yunho and rolling to the side. ‘Are you still angry at me, hyung?’ he asks, still slightly out of breath.
Yunho feels too exhausted to move, let alone think about what they’ve just done. ‘A little,’ Yunho settles on, unsure if he’ll have more capacity to think later.
Changmin chuckles and then tries to disguise it. They both know Yunho can never stay mad at him for long.
‘I think I’m ready for that pizza now, hyung,’ his brother says, rubbing his stomach and looking at Yunho expectantly.
‘Fuck you,’ Yunho scoffs, ‘I can barely move thanks to you. I’m not getting up.’
Changmin grins and pokes Yunho’s side. ‘Okay, I’ll get it, but will you let me fuck you again after?’
‘I didn’t let you the first time,’ Yunho laughs, shoving at his brother’s chest.
Changmin smirks, raising an eyebrow. ‘I won’t ask then.’
‘You little brat,’ Yunho scolds, pulling at his little brother’s hair but there’s no real heat in it. ‘Who are you going to pick on next year when I’m at university?’
Yunho regrets it the moment he says it because it’s not just Changmin who is bitter about him leaving. Yunho hates the thought of being without his brother too. He especially doesn’t like the thought of Changmin finding someone else to pass the time with.
‘I’m sorry, Min,’ Yunho says quietly, releasing his grip on Changmin’s hair.
To Yunho’s surprise, his little brother never loses his sly smile. ‘Dad’s going to get you a car soon,’ he says knowingly.
‘What?’
‘Not a great one, but enough to get you home whenever our mother misses you,’ Changmin tells him. ‘I expect you’ll be visiting a lot and if dad buys you a car, I’m sure I can convince him to get me one too,’ Changmin has a smug, determined expression on his face and Yunho knows their father doesn’t stand a chance.
‘Still, two years is a long time. You’ll come visit me too?’ Yunho asks hopefully.
‘Of course,’ Changmin smiles, standing and dragging his pants back over long legs. He pauses in the doorway, turning to look at Yunho. ‘Besides, it’ll only be one year, hyung- I decided to skip a grade,’ his brother smirks, disappearing into the kitchen and leaving Yunho shocked but elated with relief.
Yunho thinks that his first year at university is beginning to look interesting.
A/N: lol Jaeho’s talk- he seems like the type the other members would go to for their sex related questions imo.
Some RL stuff has come up and Empress might have to help me out and post my share of fic for a few days whilst it calms down.
Gorgeous, let me know if that’s ok with you on skype or kakao please :)