NOTE || [21] makeup lessons | NC-17 | qmimin
I have never made it anything less than obvious that I ship Qmi. After all, they're the pairing I predominantly write for. That doesn't mean that I am trying to attack or bash other ships in any way. Most of the time, I am just trying to tell a story that I find interesting.
I write what I want. I label what I write. You don't have to like what I write, but you don't have to read it either.
The best thing about joining SJM, Sungmin thinks through a gasp, hands sweeping frantically over the hot bare skin beneath him, is how much easier the sex is. Webcams can only do so much. And damned if Sungmin doesn't have a lot of catching up to do: Kyuhyun has gotten way more than his share of Zhou Mi and it's not fucking fair.
But now Sungmin's the one straddling Zhou Mi's lap, running his hands over Zhou Mi's sides and kissing his neck. The skin is flushed hot and sweaty beneath his mouth, arched back and shuddering with a moan Sungmin can taste. Down near Zhou Mi's hips, his fingers tangle with Kyuhyun's, who is folded around Zhou Mi from the back and who is doing his best to stifle Zhou Mi's moan with his mouth.
Sungmin tugs his fingers free and races them along the crease of Zhou Mi's thigh, reaching for the open fly. He nips at Zhou Mi's throat and earns a whimper that shoots down his spine.
"Zhou Mi," he coaxes, dipping his fingers under the gaping fly.
"Hyung," Zhou Mi pants, and Sungmin looks up to the beautiful sight of a wild Zhou Mi, eyes blown with desire, mouth swollen and red from Kyuhyun's kiss. It makes Sungmin's cock ache and his fingers slide harder, more insistent, along the waistband of Zhou Mi's underwear.
A hand encircles Sungmin's wrist hard, stilling his movements, and his gaze shifts to the left, where Kyuhyun is staring at him. "Mine," he says.
Sungmin laughs at him. "First come," he says and slides down Zhou Mi's thighs until his knees hit the ground beside the bed with a thump. "Besides, you've had him all to yourself all those months in China, Kyuhyunnie. Don't be selfish."
Kyuhyun still looks stubborn but Zhou Mi raises a hand to cup his face, thumb stroking. "Kuixian, it's okay," and the rest dissolves into soft murmurs of Chinese. Sungmin forgets to pay attention as he instead works on pulling Zhou Mi's ridiculous pants down his skinny, endless legs. His mouth waters as he finally gets them down to Zhou Mi's ankles and figures that's good enough - he's got better things to do with his time now.
There's shifting on the bed as Zhou Mi spreads his legs wider and Sungmin leans in between them, teeth grazing across the obvious bulge in Zhou Mi's underwear. An aborted jerk of the hips and a gasp, cut off abruptly, and Sungmin flicks his eyes up long enough to see that Kyuhyun's kissing Zhou Mi again. The kid can multi-task, Sungmin grants him, and the distant part of him that isn't flushed with sex and want is mistily proud of the way he's grown up. He can dance, he can sing, he can slide his fingers into Zhou Mi's mouth and mark up his neck and wrap Zhou Mi's hand around himself off at the same time, jacking to the rhythm of Sungmin's mouth on Zhou Mi.
And when Zhou Mi's a boneless slump on the bed later, heavy-lidded and watching, Kyuhyun can suck Sungmin off like a pro.
"The student surpasses the master," he gloats as Sungmin collapses onto Zhou Mi's chest, sweaty and sticky. A long-fingered hand cards gently through his hair.
"Psh," says Sungmin indistinctly.
"Well," says Zhou Mi fondly, still petting Sungmin as he meets Kyuhyun's smirk with a smile. "He's had a lot of practice."
makeup lessons, qmimin, nc-17, 575w.
I write what I want. I label what I write. You don't have to like what I write, but you don't have to read it either.
The best thing about joining SJM, Sungmin thinks through a gasp, hands sweeping frantically over the hot bare skin beneath him, is how much easier the sex is. Webcams can only do so much. And damned if Sungmin doesn't have a lot of catching up to do: Kyuhyun has gotten way more than his share of Zhou Mi and it's not fucking fair.
But now Sungmin's the one straddling Zhou Mi's lap, running his hands over Zhou Mi's sides and kissing his neck. The skin is flushed hot and sweaty beneath his mouth, arched back and shuddering with a moan Sungmin can taste. Down near Zhou Mi's hips, his fingers tangle with Kyuhyun's, who is folded around Zhou Mi from the back and who is doing his best to stifle Zhou Mi's moan with his mouth.
Sungmin tugs his fingers free and races them along the crease of Zhou Mi's thigh, reaching for the open fly. He nips at Zhou Mi's throat and earns a whimper that shoots down his spine.
"Zhou Mi," he coaxes, dipping his fingers under the gaping fly.
"Hyung," Zhou Mi pants, and Sungmin looks up to the beautiful sight of a wild Zhou Mi, eyes blown with desire, mouth swollen and red from Kyuhyun's kiss. It makes Sungmin's cock ache and his fingers slide harder, more insistent, along the waistband of Zhou Mi's underwear.
A hand encircles Sungmin's wrist hard, stilling his movements, and his gaze shifts to the left, where Kyuhyun is staring at him. "Mine," he says.
Sungmin laughs at him. "First come," he says and slides down Zhou Mi's thighs until his knees hit the ground beside the bed with a thump. "Besides, you've had him all to yourself all those months in China, Kyuhyunnie. Don't be selfish."
Kyuhyun still looks stubborn but Zhou Mi raises a hand to cup his face, thumb stroking. "Kuixian, it's okay," and the rest dissolves into soft murmurs of Chinese. Sungmin forgets to pay attention as he instead works on pulling Zhou Mi's ridiculous pants down his skinny, endless legs. His mouth waters as he finally gets them down to Zhou Mi's ankles and figures that's good enough - he's got better things to do with his time now.
There's shifting on the bed as Zhou Mi spreads his legs wider and Sungmin leans in between them, teeth grazing across the obvious bulge in Zhou Mi's underwear. An aborted jerk of the hips and a gasp, cut off abruptly, and Sungmin flicks his eyes up long enough to see that Kyuhyun's kissing Zhou Mi again. The kid can multi-task, Sungmin grants him, and the distant part of him that isn't flushed with sex and want is mistily proud of the way he's grown up. He can dance, he can sing, he can slide his fingers into Zhou Mi's mouth and mark up his neck and wrap Zhou Mi's hand around himself off at the same time, jacking to the rhythm of Sungmin's mouth on Zhou Mi.
And when Zhou Mi's a boneless slump on the bed later, heavy-lidded and watching, Kyuhyun can suck Sungmin off like a pro.
"The student surpasses the master," he gloats as Sungmin collapses onto Zhou Mi's chest, sweaty and sticky. A long-fingered hand cards gently through his hair.
"Psh," says Sungmin indistinctly.
"Well," says Zhou Mi fondly, still petting Sungmin as he meets Kyuhyun's smirk with a smile. "He's had a lot of practice."
makeup lessons, qmimin, nc-17, 575w.