he kills you (quicker, faster, sweeter) than anything else you know. (2/2)
HE KILLS YOU (QUICKER, FASTER, SWEETER) THAN ANYTHING ELSE YOU KNOW (2/2).
⇾ tvxq! | yunho/changmin
⇾ 3,801 words
⇾ R
lynx_dream
"he's a power assertive offender. he's doing this because he wants to prove to his victims, and subsequently, to the public, that he's capable, he's in charge, he's in control. he targets medium to low risk victims, which further adds to the amount of power that he holds."
yunho does pen tricks while gazing at changmin who's standing in front of the entire boston police force, giving them his profile of the offender, hands in pockets and weight resting on one leg. behind yunho, jaejoong's busy whispering into junsu and yoochun's ears, saying stuff like i would love to run my hands up those legs, an do you think he styles his hair or does he just wake up with sex hair? unho's torn between wanting to join that conversation and hitting all three of them on their heads
his mind starts to drift, and when jaejoong unceremoniously shoves him off the desk and brings him back to his senses, changmin's already done with his presentation. yunho finds him in the murder room, shuffling through papers and peering at crime scene photos
"hey," yunho says, leaning against the desk, watching as changmin buries his nose in all the paperwork
"hi," changmin replies, voice slightly muffled. yunho smiles.
"want some coffee?"
"legit coffee or police station coffee?" changmin asks, still busy scanning through whatever he's scanning through
"i'll get you legit coffee if you want? i think there's a starbucks nearby…"
changmin looks up from his work with a growing smile. "you don't have to do that. police station coffee's fine," he says, and yunho flushes
"alright then," yunho says, and gets up to get changmin a cup. changmin downs it all in one go, makes a face, then goes back to work. yunho decides to leave him to it.
"thank you," changmin calls out when yunho has one foot out the door.
"you're welcome," yunho replies, and shuts the door softly
---
it's noon, and it's lunch time. which means blatant flirting on jaejoong's part
"do you use product on your hair?" jaejoong asks, leaning forward and invading changmin's personal space. changmin doesn't seem perturbed though, simply tilts his head and allowing a small smile to grace his face.
"i don't," he answers, and jaejoong's mouth falls open.
"really? in that case, you have really sexy hair," jaejoong says with a grin. sooyoung chokes on her water, yoochun laughs so hard he topples out of his chair, and yunho chucks something at jaejoong's head. he misses. changmin notices.
"thank you," he tells jaejoong, and runs a hand through it, messing it up further. tiffany sighs
"are you single?"
"yoochun!"
yoochun ignores yunho, swiveling in his seat to face changmin face on.
"i am," changmin says, clearly enjoying this conversation. "why? interested?"
sooyoung clutches tiffany's neck and begins wringing it. tiffany scratches at sooyoung's arms, trying to get her to let go.
"i think we all are," junsu chips in, and yunho really wants to die.
"you all need to go visit a psychologist or something," yunho mutters, and jaejoong grins saucily at him
changmin leaps out of his chair. "that's it! that's the missing link!"
with that, he dashes out the room, taking a mere three strides to cover the distance that would take the others about six
"the hell is he talking about?" yoochun demands, jabbing a finger at the open door. the rest of the team shrugs
ten minutes later, changmin slams a sheet of paper down on the table, causing all six of them to jump
"him. he's the Puppeteer."
yunho tugs the piece of paper out from under changmin's palm and scrutinizes it. "well, he fits the profile. how'd you narrow it down to him?"
"well, when you mentioned a psychologist, it made me think. he has the perfect job of singling out victims, finding a certain point in their lives where he can use to inject control over--"
"okay, this is getting too knowledgable for my tastes," yoochun says, standing and jamming the rest of his sandwich into his mouth. "let's go check him out."
---
"damned secluded houses. stay in the car," yunho instructs changmin, "he's dangerous and you're unarmed."
changmin raises his hands in a gesture of compliance and settles back in his seat. yunho closes his car door and takes a look back before heading into the Puppeteer's house, his team flanking him and splitting up at the signal
changmin watches as yunho barges into the house, the door turned to a useless piece of wood. when the last of the agents have disappeared into the house, changmin reclines in his seat, only to shoot up as he sees a figure bolt from the house and into the nearby woods. how he escaped from a house full of agents, changmin doesn't know, but he acts on instinct and slips out of the car
"yunho!" he yells, willing the agent to hear him and come a-running. but nothing happens, so changmin takes off after the offender. his long legs come in handy, and in no time, he's catching up to him
changmin prepares to pounce, but a split second before he launches himself off the ground, the Puppeteer turns around. changmin spies a wire garrote in the man's hands, and that's all it takes to knock him off his guard. the Puppeteer lunges at him, sending changmin flying into a tree trunk. with all the wind knocked out of him, the Puppeteer takes his time in advancing, gloved hands rubbing the wire lovingly. changmin tries to collects his wills, tries to use all the information he has on the Puppeteer against him, but his brain's turned to mush
he feels the coolness of the garrote against his throat right when a gunshot echoes throughout the woods. then time seems to stop.
---
"are you fuckin insane?!" yunho yells as he shoves changmin into his hotel room. changmin allows himself to be scolded, because in all honesty, he deserves it. he's broken a fair amount of agency protocol and a few of his own, too. yunho shoves him so hard he falls over onto his bed and nearly cracks his skull open on the bedside table. changmin screws his eyes shut at the pain, but otherwise, gives no reaction whatsoever
"you could've bee killed," yunho goes on to say, "that bright fucking red line on your neck proves it!"
"i know," changmin says, in a timid attempt to mollify yunho
"yo know?" yunho says incredulously. changmin sighs. "yo know nd yet you go and get yourself in suc shit?"
changmin pushes himself up into a proper sitting position. "what the hell did you want me to do then? he was getting away, and if i had waited for you, he'd be long gone by then!"
"i'd rather he kill a hundred other people than you!" yunho roars.
the room descends into eerie silence
then yunho exhales loudly and runs a hand through his hair. "my point is--"
changmin interrupts him by grabbing his suit jacket, hooking a knee around his thigh, and pulling. yunho falls none so gracefully onto changmin, but things were already messy to begin with, so what's the harm, right?
changmin flings his glasses across the room, and yunho's sure he heard the shatter of glass, but changmin's lips are hot against the curve of his jaw, and he really can't be distracted by a pair of goddamned glasses. allowing changmin to indulge in the taste of his skin, yunho slips his pair of handcuffs out from the band of his pants and discreetly slides it over changmin's wrists. changmin doesn't even react when yunho fastens the cuffs, simply nibbles on yunho's neck and hitches yunho closer to him with his legs
yunho realizes what he did wasn't really smart; now, he doesn't have a way to strip changmin of his clothing without ripping it off the man's body. and he doubts changmin would appreciate that. changmin seems to know what's bothering yunho, and he pulls back to grin at him
"you can rip it off, i don't mind. i'll just get another shirt, i get awesome discounts at the store because i go there so--"
yunho decides to stop him there with a firm tug on changmin's shirt. the cotton resisted, but with another tug, the fibers separated from one another, and the fabric slides off changmin's skin, revealing to yunho what would be his addiction for years to come.
yunho ran his hands down the sides of changmin's torso, wrapping fingers around his waist and supporting changmin's spine as the younger arched languidly upward, pressing into yunho's chest. yunho's lets out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and scoots further back on changmin's legs. now poised somewhat awkwardly over changmin's knees, yunho bends to mouth a line down the middle of changmin's surprisingly silky chest and through to his navel
changmin has a small waist, yunho finds out, his hands fitting into the dips comfortably. the man also has considerable flesh on his butt, yunho discovers, as he attempts to tug changmin's pants off; they got caught right above the curve of changmin's ass, and changmin lets out a burst of laughter as he lifts his hips to make life a hell of a lot easier for yunho. what yunho didn't expect was for changmin's boxers to slide off with his pants.
"uh," yunho says, staring. changmin lifts a knee in retaliation. yunho nearly falls off the side of the bed.
"don't just look," changmin says, unabashed. "do something."
it's not a common occurrence to have a luscious male tell you to do something to him. so yunho hurries to rid himself of his own clothing, and after the last of his clothes is thrown somewhere in the room, he settles back down on changmin, hips to hips and chest to chest, and kisses him softly on the nose.
"as much as i adore the tenderness of it all, yunho, we can save that for another day. today, i'm just really in need of some punishment, don't you think?"
yunho looks down into changmin's eyes, follows the curve of his eyebrows, and consents
in a matter of moments, changmin's trying to find a way to simultaneously buck his hips and chest as the same time yunho has really smooth palms, changmin thinks, blown away oh, and a really hot tongue too, as said tongue curls itself around a nipple. changmin's fingers fluttered, helpless against his bonds
"come on yunho," changmin teases, a bit breathlessly, "i don't consider this punishment…"
"wait for it," yunho mumbles, mouth a tad distracted. changmin feels his nerves begin to buzz and tingle
punishment creeps around the corner in the form of yunho caressing changmin's outer thigh as he hoists changmin's leg up around his waist, creating an angle that allows him to enter with less hassle. punishment appears as yunho buries himself to the hilt in changmin's heat, the hand on his thigh never wavering. punishment runs the tip of its tongue along changmin's skin as yunho rocks his hips in long, slow movements, and punishment laughs in delight as yunho pulls changmin's body closer to his, every inch of touching skin setting something off in the younger
all changmin can do is suffer through it. peering through the gap in his forearms at yunho, he watches as the other fascinates himself with every possible plane of his body, fingertips feather light and oh-so-electric. yunho's thrusts don't slow, but they don't quicken either. they're deep, with the occasional interruption of a shallow thrust. it's driving changmin absolutely nuts, but he deals with it, because he asked for it.
yunho doesn't seem to remotely bothered at all, burying his face in the crook of changmin's neck and splaying his fingers out over the expanse of changmin's back. his breaths are even, a stark contrast to changmin's ragged ones. when yunho pulls back to smile at changmin, changmin whimpers.
"how's it going there?" yunho asks, and delivers another long, deliberate, thrust
"akdjlhfadkhjg," is all changmin has to say.
"it's been just a few minutes," yunho informs him, and readjusts changmin's legs. changmin rattles his arms miserably and strains against them one last time. yunho kisses him on the forehead.
fifteen minutes in, changmin's physically exhausted. a bead of sweat travels down his temple, and yunho brushes it away with a flick of his hand. with every thrust, changmin's breath hitches, but that's all his body can give
"aww, poor baby," yunho sings, and pats changmin's cheek. "i'll let you off this time, how about that?"
changmin responds by contracting around yunho, and satisfied with the answer, yunho repositions himself, finding leverage and angle that'll bring changmin to the end of his agony. it takes a mere three sharp jerks of yunho's hips and changmin's reached his high, coming so hard and for so long that even yunho's astonished. the sheer expression of gratification on changmin's face coupled with changmin's weight on his hips tease yunho towards his own orgasm, which, unsurprisingly, isn't as intense as changmin's. yunho doesn't care about his own pleasure, really. a pleasured changmin gives him pleasure anyways. changmin comes down from his high with clenched eyes and a swollen lip from all the biting
"you are horrible," changmin mumbles weakly as yunho removes the cuffs and slides out. yunho says nothing, just massages changmin's wrists for him and slipping off to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth. changmin's asleep by the time he gets back, and after cleaning the both of them up, yunho pulls the covers up to changmin's chin and turns to leave
"what're you doing," changmin says thickly, cranking an eye open, "get in here," and throws back the covers. yunho climbs in obediently, and changmin tugs one of yunho's arms around his waist
"just for future reference, i'm a cuddler after sex. sucks for you if you don't like it," changmin tells him, and promptly snuggles closer. yunho's completely fine with it
"anything else i should know?" yunho says, nudging changmin's back with his knee
"yes," changmin says after a moment's thought. "i like forehead kisses. and kisses on the nose."
"why?"
"because forehead kisses are tender, and kisses on the nose are cute! now stop bothering me and let me sleep," changmin scolds, and twists around to fit his head under yunho's chin
"okay," yunho says, and kisses changmin on the forehead. the feeling of changmin's smile on his skin fills his dreams that night.
---
the next day, the Puppeteer's in federal custody, boston's rejoicing, and junsu's got a broken ankle from attempting to break down a solid oak door. yoochun's scribbling his name all over junsu's cast, and jaejoong's attempting to draw penises on it. tiffany and sooyoung politely decline to sign it, stating that they'd rather not have people find out that they're working with guys like these. yunho simply draws squiggles and watches as changmin signs it with his actual signature. junsu swears at all of them apart from changmin
detective choi takes that moment to walk up to yunho and his team, extending his hand by means of thanks. yunho takes it, but gestures to changmin and says, "it's really all his work. we couldn't have done it without him."
changmin takes the detective's hand graciously, but tells him tha without yunho's statement about psychologists, i wouldn't have found him anyways. yunho brushes it off.
after detective choi leaves them to pack up for the flight home, junsu gets up, hobbles to the door on his one crutch, and grins mischievously. "i'm just gonna head to the car first, because it takes me a while to walk there. have fun cleaning up!"
tiffany chucks a balled up piece of paper at junsu's head. "you can walk faster with your damned crutch than without it!"
junsu flutters two fingers at her. yunho chuckles, then surprises the rest of his team by telling them to 'get out and relax. i'll deal with the cleaning up.' they leave without hesitation, jaejoong wriggling his butt in front of yunho's face as he dances out the door. changmin laughs and kicks it, sending jaejoong flying
he shuts the door just in time to prevent jaejoong from coming back in and attacking him, so jaejoong makes do with the situation and ends up pressing his face to the glass, making faces so ridiculous that changmin pulls the blinds down over them
"your team is absolutely insane," he tells yunho, and sits down on a corner of the desk
"tell me something i don't already know," yunho declares, and pulls together a stack of papers. changmin has nothing, so he heads over to the murder board and pulls off all the pictures stuck to it
yunho stuffs the papers into a manila folder, leaving it aside for the boston police force to use in their trial. he leans back in his seat, watches as changmin plucks the magnets off pictures and re-attach them to the board in a straight line, colour coded. when the last of the pictures are down and safely stored away, yunho scuttles across the table and rotates his body so he's sitting on the desk in front of changmin.
"come here," he says, beckoning to changmin with his hands.
"yes?" changmin asks, wary. yunho just reaches out for his face, fingertips barely touching his cheeks. changmin leans in to make it easier for him.
"i need to tell you something, but you can't laugh."
"go on," changmin says, nodding.
"well," yunho starts, pulling changmin's face even closer, "i--" he kisses changmin once on the forehead, "love--" then once on the nose, "you," and once on the lips.
"it's a trifecta of kisses!" yunho announces, and releases changmin
changmin stares at him, mouth half-open, before he squeezes the life out of yunho, arms so tight around his neck that yunho has trouble breathing
---
"so yunho, how's changmin in bed?" jaejoong asks, popping his head around yunho's seat. the plane's just taken off, and that means fun time for Jaejoong and Co.
yunho splutters as yoochun and junsu turn around with interest. the girls pretend not to bother, but yunho can tell from their perked ears that they're more than simply curious
"oh, he wouldn't know," changmin says from his reclined position on two chairs. "i didn't give any, if you know what i mean."
"ah," jaejoong says, nodding. "gotcha."
"but i'll have you know," changmin continues, "i'm bloody fantastic in bed."
the three men (musketeers?) take turns slapping yunho on the head
"hear that?!" junsu
"take advantage of that!" yoochun
"you better tell me what happens!" jaejoong.
changmin grins and props his feet up on the arm of a chair.
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⇾ tvxq! | yunho/changmin
⇾ 3,801 words
⇾ R
lynx_dream
"he's a power assertive offender. he's doing this because he wants to prove to his victims, and subsequently, to the public, that he's capable, he's in charge, he's in control. he targets medium to low risk victims, which further adds to the amount of power that he holds."
yunho does pen tricks while gazing at changmin who's standing in front of the entire boston police force, giving them his profile of the offender, hands in pockets and weight resting on one leg. behind yunho, jaejoong's busy whispering into junsu and yoochun's ears, saying stuff like i would love to run my hands up those legs, an do you think he styles his hair or does he just wake up with sex hair? unho's torn between wanting to join that conversation and hitting all three of them on their heads
his mind starts to drift, and when jaejoong unceremoniously shoves him off the desk and brings him back to his senses, changmin's already done with his presentation. yunho finds him in the murder room, shuffling through papers and peering at crime scene photos
"hey," yunho says, leaning against the desk, watching as changmin buries his nose in all the paperwork
"hi," changmin replies, voice slightly muffled. yunho smiles.
"want some coffee?"
"legit coffee or police station coffee?" changmin asks, still busy scanning through whatever he's scanning through
"i'll get you legit coffee if you want? i think there's a starbucks nearby…"
changmin looks up from his work with a growing smile. "you don't have to do that. police station coffee's fine," he says, and yunho flushes
"alright then," yunho says, and gets up to get changmin a cup. changmin downs it all in one go, makes a face, then goes back to work. yunho decides to leave him to it.
"thank you," changmin calls out when yunho has one foot out the door.
"you're welcome," yunho replies, and shuts the door softly
---
it's noon, and it's lunch time. which means blatant flirting on jaejoong's part
"do you use product on your hair?" jaejoong asks, leaning forward and invading changmin's personal space. changmin doesn't seem perturbed though, simply tilts his head and allowing a small smile to grace his face.
"i don't," he answers, and jaejoong's mouth falls open.
"really? in that case, you have really sexy hair," jaejoong says with a grin. sooyoung chokes on her water, yoochun laughs so hard he topples out of his chair, and yunho chucks something at jaejoong's head. he misses. changmin notices.
"thank you," he tells jaejoong, and runs a hand through it, messing it up further. tiffany sighs
"are you single?"
"yoochun!"
yoochun ignores yunho, swiveling in his seat to face changmin face on.
"i am," changmin says, clearly enjoying this conversation. "why? interested?"
sooyoung clutches tiffany's neck and begins wringing it. tiffany scratches at sooyoung's arms, trying to get her to let go.
"i think we all are," junsu chips in, and yunho really wants to die.
"you all need to go visit a psychologist or something," yunho mutters, and jaejoong grins saucily at him
changmin leaps out of his chair. "that's it! that's the missing link!"
with that, he dashes out the room, taking a mere three strides to cover the distance that would take the others about six
"the hell is he talking about?" yoochun demands, jabbing a finger at the open door. the rest of the team shrugs
ten minutes later, changmin slams a sheet of paper down on the table, causing all six of them to jump
"him. he's the Puppeteer."
yunho tugs the piece of paper out from under changmin's palm and scrutinizes it. "well, he fits the profile. how'd you narrow it down to him?"
"well, when you mentioned a psychologist, it made me think. he has the perfect job of singling out victims, finding a certain point in their lives where he can use to inject control over--"
"okay, this is getting too knowledgable for my tastes," yoochun says, standing and jamming the rest of his sandwich into his mouth. "let's go check him out."
---
"damned secluded houses. stay in the car," yunho instructs changmin, "he's dangerous and you're unarmed."
changmin raises his hands in a gesture of compliance and settles back in his seat. yunho closes his car door and takes a look back before heading into the Puppeteer's house, his team flanking him and splitting up at the signal
changmin watches as yunho barges into the house, the door turned to a useless piece of wood. when the last of the agents have disappeared into the house, changmin reclines in his seat, only to shoot up as he sees a figure bolt from the house and into the nearby woods. how he escaped from a house full of agents, changmin doesn't know, but he acts on instinct and slips out of the car
"yunho!" he yells, willing the agent to hear him and come a-running. but nothing happens, so changmin takes off after the offender. his long legs come in handy, and in no time, he's catching up to him
changmin prepares to pounce, but a split second before he launches himself off the ground, the Puppeteer turns around. changmin spies a wire garrote in the man's hands, and that's all it takes to knock him off his guard. the Puppeteer lunges at him, sending changmin flying into a tree trunk. with all the wind knocked out of him, the Puppeteer takes his time in advancing, gloved hands rubbing the wire lovingly. changmin tries to collects his wills, tries to use all the information he has on the Puppeteer against him, but his brain's turned to mush
he feels the coolness of the garrote against his throat right when a gunshot echoes throughout the woods. then time seems to stop.
---
"are you fuckin insane?!" yunho yells as he shoves changmin into his hotel room. changmin allows himself to be scolded, because in all honesty, he deserves it. he's broken a fair amount of agency protocol and a few of his own, too. yunho shoves him so hard he falls over onto his bed and nearly cracks his skull open on the bedside table. changmin screws his eyes shut at the pain, but otherwise, gives no reaction whatsoever
"you could've bee killed," yunho goes on to say, "that bright fucking red line on your neck proves it!"
"i know," changmin says, in a timid attempt to mollify yunho
"yo know?" yunho says incredulously. changmin sighs. "yo know nd yet you go and get yourself in suc shit?"
changmin pushes himself up into a proper sitting position. "what the hell did you want me to do then? he was getting away, and if i had waited for you, he'd be long gone by then!"
"i'd rather he kill a hundred other people than you!" yunho roars.
the room descends into eerie silence
then yunho exhales loudly and runs a hand through his hair. "my point is--"
changmin interrupts him by grabbing his suit jacket, hooking a knee around his thigh, and pulling. yunho falls none so gracefully onto changmin, but things were already messy to begin with, so what's the harm, right?
changmin flings his glasses across the room, and yunho's sure he heard the shatter of glass, but changmin's lips are hot against the curve of his jaw, and he really can't be distracted by a pair of goddamned glasses. allowing changmin to indulge in the taste of his skin, yunho slips his pair of handcuffs out from the band of his pants and discreetly slides it over changmin's wrists. changmin doesn't even react when yunho fastens the cuffs, simply nibbles on yunho's neck and hitches yunho closer to him with his legs
yunho realizes what he did wasn't really smart; now, he doesn't have a way to strip changmin of his clothing without ripping it off the man's body. and he doubts changmin would appreciate that. changmin seems to know what's bothering yunho, and he pulls back to grin at him
"you can rip it off, i don't mind. i'll just get another shirt, i get awesome discounts at the store because i go there so--"
yunho decides to stop him there with a firm tug on changmin's shirt. the cotton resisted, but with another tug, the fibers separated from one another, and the fabric slides off changmin's skin, revealing to yunho what would be his addiction for years to come.
yunho ran his hands down the sides of changmin's torso, wrapping fingers around his waist and supporting changmin's spine as the younger arched languidly upward, pressing into yunho's chest. yunho's lets out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and scoots further back on changmin's legs. now poised somewhat awkwardly over changmin's knees, yunho bends to mouth a line down the middle of changmin's surprisingly silky chest and through to his navel
changmin has a small waist, yunho finds out, his hands fitting into the dips comfortably. the man also has considerable flesh on his butt, yunho discovers, as he attempts to tug changmin's pants off; they got caught right above the curve of changmin's ass, and changmin lets out a burst of laughter as he lifts his hips to make life a hell of a lot easier for yunho. what yunho didn't expect was for changmin's boxers to slide off with his pants.
"uh," yunho says, staring. changmin lifts a knee in retaliation. yunho nearly falls off the side of the bed.
"don't just look," changmin says, unabashed. "do something."
it's not a common occurrence to have a luscious male tell you to do something to him. so yunho hurries to rid himself of his own clothing, and after the last of his clothes is thrown somewhere in the room, he settles back down on changmin, hips to hips and chest to chest, and kisses him softly on the nose.
"as much as i adore the tenderness of it all, yunho, we can save that for another day. today, i'm just really in need of some punishment, don't you think?"
yunho looks down into changmin's eyes, follows the curve of his eyebrows, and consents
in a matter of moments, changmin's trying to find a way to simultaneously buck his hips and chest as the same time yunho has really smooth palms, changmin thinks, blown away oh, and a really hot tongue too, as said tongue curls itself around a nipple. changmin's fingers fluttered, helpless against his bonds
"come on yunho," changmin teases, a bit breathlessly, "i don't consider this punishment…"
"wait for it," yunho mumbles, mouth a tad distracted. changmin feels his nerves begin to buzz and tingle
punishment creeps around the corner in the form of yunho caressing changmin's outer thigh as he hoists changmin's leg up around his waist, creating an angle that allows him to enter with less hassle. punishment appears as yunho buries himself to the hilt in changmin's heat, the hand on his thigh never wavering. punishment runs the tip of its tongue along changmin's skin as yunho rocks his hips in long, slow movements, and punishment laughs in delight as yunho pulls changmin's body closer to his, every inch of touching skin setting something off in the younger
all changmin can do is suffer through it. peering through the gap in his forearms at yunho, he watches as the other fascinates himself with every possible plane of his body, fingertips feather light and oh-so-electric. yunho's thrusts don't slow, but they don't quicken either. they're deep, with the occasional interruption of a shallow thrust. it's driving changmin absolutely nuts, but he deals with it, because he asked for it.
yunho doesn't seem to remotely bothered at all, burying his face in the crook of changmin's neck and splaying his fingers out over the expanse of changmin's back. his breaths are even, a stark contrast to changmin's ragged ones. when yunho pulls back to smile at changmin, changmin whimpers.
"how's it going there?" yunho asks, and delivers another long, deliberate, thrust
"akdjlhfadkhjg," is all changmin has to say.
"it's been just a few minutes," yunho informs him, and readjusts changmin's legs. changmin rattles his arms miserably and strains against them one last time. yunho kisses him on the forehead.
fifteen minutes in, changmin's physically exhausted. a bead of sweat travels down his temple, and yunho brushes it away with a flick of his hand. with every thrust, changmin's breath hitches, but that's all his body can give
"aww, poor baby," yunho sings, and pats changmin's cheek. "i'll let you off this time, how about that?"
changmin responds by contracting around yunho, and satisfied with the answer, yunho repositions himself, finding leverage and angle that'll bring changmin to the end of his agony. it takes a mere three sharp jerks of yunho's hips and changmin's reached his high, coming so hard and for so long that even yunho's astonished. the sheer expression of gratification on changmin's face coupled with changmin's weight on his hips tease yunho towards his own orgasm, which, unsurprisingly, isn't as intense as changmin's. yunho doesn't care about his own pleasure, really. a pleasured changmin gives him pleasure anyways. changmin comes down from his high with clenched eyes and a swollen lip from all the biting
"you are horrible," changmin mumbles weakly as yunho removes the cuffs and slides out. yunho says nothing, just massages changmin's wrists for him and slipping off to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth. changmin's asleep by the time he gets back, and after cleaning the both of them up, yunho pulls the covers up to changmin's chin and turns to leave
"what're you doing," changmin says thickly, cranking an eye open, "get in here," and throws back the covers. yunho climbs in obediently, and changmin tugs one of yunho's arms around his waist
"just for future reference, i'm a cuddler after sex. sucks for you if you don't like it," changmin tells him, and promptly snuggles closer. yunho's completely fine with it
"anything else i should know?" yunho says, nudging changmin's back with his knee
"yes," changmin says after a moment's thought. "i like forehead kisses. and kisses on the nose."
"why?"
"because forehead kisses are tender, and kisses on the nose are cute! now stop bothering me and let me sleep," changmin scolds, and twists around to fit his head under yunho's chin
"okay," yunho says, and kisses changmin on the forehead. the feeling of changmin's smile on his skin fills his dreams that night.
---
the next day, the Puppeteer's in federal custody, boston's rejoicing, and junsu's got a broken ankle from attempting to break down a solid oak door. yoochun's scribbling his name all over junsu's cast, and jaejoong's attempting to draw penises on it. tiffany and sooyoung politely decline to sign it, stating that they'd rather not have people find out that they're working with guys like these. yunho simply draws squiggles and watches as changmin signs it with his actual signature. junsu swears at all of them apart from changmin
detective choi takes that moment to walk up to yunho and his team, extending his hand by means of thanks. yunho takes it, but gestures to changmin and says, "it's really all his work. we couldn't have done it without him."
changmin takes the detective's hand graciously, but tells him tha without yunho's statement about psychologists, i wouldn't have found him anyways. yunho brushes it off.
after detective choi leaves them to pack up for the flight home, junsu gets up, hobbles to the door on his one crutch, and grins mischievously. "i'm just gonna head to the car first, because it takes me a while to walk there. have fun cleaning up!"
tiffany chucks a balled up piece of paper at junsu's head. "you can walk faster with your damned crutch than without it!"
junsu flutters two fingers at her. yunho chuckles, then surprises the rest of his team by telling them to 'get out and relax. i'll deal with the cleaning up.' they leave without hesitation, jaejoong wriggling his butt in front of yunho's face as he dances out the door. changmin laughs and kicks it, sending jaejoong flying
he shuts the door just in time to prevent jaejoong from coming back in and attacking him, so jaejoong makes do with the situation and ends up pressing his face to the glass, making faces so ridiculous that changmin pulls the blinds down over them
"your team is absolutely insane," he tells yunho, and sits down on a corner of the desk
"tell me something i don't already know," yunho declares, and pulls together a stack of papers. changmin has nothing, so he heads over to the murder board and pulls off all the pictures stuck to it
yunho stuffs the papers into a manila folder, leaving it aside for the boston police force to use in their trial. he leans back in his seat, watches as changmin plucks the magnets off pictures and re-attach them to the board in a straight line, colour coded. when the last of the pictures are down and safely stored away, yunho scuttles across the table and rotates his body so he's sitting on the desk in front of changmin.
"come here," he says, beckoning to changmin with his hands.
"yes?" changmin asks, wary. yunho just reaches out for his face, fingertips barely touching his cheeks. changmin leans in to make it easier for him.
"i need to tell you something, but you can't laugh."
"go on," changmin says, nodding.
"well," yunho starts, pulling changmin's face even closer, "i--" he kisses changmin once on the forehead, "love--" then once on the nose, "you," and once on the lips.
"it's a trifecta of kisses!" yunho announces, and releases changmin
changmin stares at him, mouth half-open, before he squeezes the life out of yunho, arms so tight around his neck that yunho has trouble breathing
---
"so yunho, how's changmin in bed?" jaejoong asks, popping his head around yunho's seat. the plane's just taken off, and that means fun time for Jaejoong and Co.
yunho splutters as yoochun and junsu turn around with interest. the girls pretend not to bother, but yunho can tell from their perked ears that they're more than simply curious
"oh, he wouldn't know," changmin says from his reclined position on two chairs. "i didn't give any, if you know what i mean."
"ah," jaejoong says, nodding. "gotcha."
"but i'll have you know," changmin continues, "i'm bloody fantastic in bed."
the three men (musketeers?) take turns slapping yunho on the head
"hear that?!" junsu
"take advantage of that!" yoochun
"you better tell me what happens!" jaejoong.
changmin grins and props his feet up on the arm of a chair.
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