Ardat Lili
Title: Ardat Lili
Pairing: HoMin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Notes: This fic was written for marker_of_majik .
Disclaimer: I would if I could but I can't so I don't.
It had started early in the morning. At 5.18am, Jung Yunho woke from a dead sleep, jerking straight up in his bed with a gasp. His hand jumped to his throat, rubbing the tender skin as he sucked in heavy, deep breaths. The sensation of a hand around his neck, of nails digging into his skin, was still fresh, and he reached for the light on the bedside table as paranoia gripped him.
The room was empty except for him, the rest of the house silent. His alarm wouldn't go off for another hour or so, but the dream- for he was sure now that it was a dream, because it couldn't be anything else - would keep him awake for the rest of the day. With a sigh, the tall man wriggled free of the bed sheets twisted around his body and padded around his room to start his day. Though an hour earlier, he followed his usual routine; shower, dress, make breakfast. The usual boring things that every person did in the morning before work.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
While standing under the hot stream of water in the shower, he was sure he felt a whisper of a touch move across his rear. The lingering sensation that a pair of eyes were on him followed him from the bathroom, and he dressed quickly, hoping it would help him shake it. Instead, he felt slightly ridiculous after having pulled his clothing on at record speed; the paranoia was something he was well used to, because of his line of work, and he was sure it was foolish that he was letting it bother him.
He chalked the feeling of fingers in his hair up to the fact that a window had been opened in the kitchen, and a nice cool breeze was blowing its way through the room.
Yunho had hoped that the paranoid state would end when Changmin finally woke and wandered into the kitchen. The maknae stretched sleepily, his pajama pants all but falling down his skinny body as he ignored them and rubbed at his eyes. Yunho cast a smile in his direction and pointed to a plate of food, something he needn't bother to do. Changmin's morning routine differed vastly from Yunho's; wake up, wander into the kitchen, eat whatever Yunho had made for breakfast that morning. Every day he flopped into the same chair at the table, murmured 'guhmorning', and started shoveling down his food.
His presence, unfortunately, only seemed to intensify the feeling.
The young man tried to put the feeling at the back of his mind as he went about his day, but he was hard-pressed to do so. When he and Changmin got into the car to go to work, he very clearly felt something touch his thigh. A glance in the rear-view mirror had him looking into the backseat in alarm; though it was empty, he could have sworn he'd seen a figure sitting back there just a moment ago. A stray puff of air blew across the back of his neck as he drove, further driving him into paranoia and, he assumed, eventual madness should this continue all day.
Yunho's luck was apparently horrible that day, because the ghost touches continued. His voice caught noticeably during a re-recording of backup vocals for live performances; when the manager asked if everything was okay, Yunho responded (in a rather surly manner that didn't go unnoticed) that something had just pinched his ass. There was very obviously nobody else in the recording booth with him, which the manager quietly pointed out... Yunho ran a hand through his hair, exasperated, and asked if he could record the vocals again.
At one point, he was sure someone had moaned loudly in his ear. It was even audible on the recording, but for lack of anyone to blame it on, it was brushed off as a technical glitch. A pair of hands caressed his shoulders, a body pressed itself against his back. Something warm brushed along the back of his ear, as if someone had just licked him. When he touched the spot, he felt nothing damp, and he simply leaned forward to smack his head off the hanging microphone.
By lunch, he was a nervous wreck. He sat at a table outside a cafe with Changmin, almost afraid to be alone, and picked at his food, stomach too tight with paranoia to eat very much. He kept looking around them, sunglasses obscuring half of his face. Changmin frowned.
"What is wrong with you today, hyung?" he murmured, plowing through his food at a speed only Shim Changmin could ingest things at. "You're all jumpy. A fangirl threaten to rape you?"
"No..."
Changmin paused, eyebrow raised and fork tapping against his lips. "Fanboy threaten to rape you?"
Yunho was less than amused, especially when he felt a now familiar puff of air against the back of his neck. Someone was breathing on him. He knew it. And yet, Changmin's face showed no alarm, and when Yunho turned, he merely caught the vaguest hint of blackness along the edge of his vision before he realised that, once again, nobody was there.
"I'm being haunted," he muttered, shaking his head and turning back to his food. Changmin absently reached across to take what was left; Yunho would only pick at it, anyway.
"...so you're delusional, then?" The maknae's cheek actually made Yunho laugh, and he shook his head. "You're just having a bad day, hyung. Brush it off."
Easier said than done when it constantly felt like someone was trying to flirt with him in ways he didn't appreciate. His mood deteriorated quickly in the second half of the day; Changmin disappeared for over an hour, prompting the recording manager to also disappear to look for him. The maknae was found emerging from the bathroom, and the manager was extremely distressed that his absence had put them behind schedule. On top of that, Yunho had to re-record half of his vocals. He could barely make it through a song without his invisible stalker touching him, escalating its inappropriateness and topping it off with a pinch of his nipple in the middle of a verse.
The manager ended up sending them home at the end of the day with less than half the work done and a stern reminder to be more serious the next day they were in, because they knew well how intricate the recording process could be. Yunho avoided looking in his rear view mirror the entire way home, not wanting to see yet another thing that wouldn't be there when he turned around.
Changmin was unusually quiet, though Yunho scarcely noticed. He reheated leftovers for the both of them for dinner, and plowed through them almost as fast as Changmin would usually have before slipping off to crawl into bed.
Sleep, he hoped, would be the cure for this state, a weird mixture of paranoia and horniness now. After a while, he realised that the touching sensations had stopped, and the feeling of being watched had faded. He frowned sleepily, groaning over the fact that it had taken so long for his body to stop screwing with his head, and curled into his pillow, glad to be rid of it at last. Shortly before midnight, he finally drifted off.
When he first opened his eyes, he was surprised to see not the ceiling or the wall, but Changmin. The maknae was leaning over him, eyes unusually bright in the dim light. Scarily bright. Yunho blinked a few times in confusion, his sleep-fogged brain not quite registering what was going on.
"Ch-Changmin? Do you need something?" The boy shook his head and squirmed closer. "Then... why are you..."
Changmin flopped on his side, head hitting the pillow next to Yunho's, and wriggled his way into Yunho's arms. "I want you."
Yunho wasn't about to admit this wasn't the first time he'd had a dream like this, but... well. It definitely wasn't the first time. He'd lost track of just how many dreams he'd had about Changmin crawling into his bed. Changmin, throwing him against a wall backstage. Wrapping himself around Yunho in the back of a car with heavily tinted windows. All locked away in Yunho's head for his own guilty pleasure. Apparently those (and more. There were definitely more.) weren't enough, he mused. His mind needed more shameful dreams to hide from everyone he knew.
It only helped his dirty little secret that their work meant he knew the details of Changmin's body. Where every mole and scar rested, Yunho could dictate on command. How many years had they known each other now, and how many times had they been rushed and made to dress in front of each other backstage? It was his job's fault that he both knew this body and wanted it. Yunho swallowed a groan and tightened his arms around the thinner man, one leg shifting to wrap around Changmin's.
Such skinny legs on that boy. Changmin clutched at Yunho's shirt, wasting no time in pulling it up over his hyung's head; immediately he buried his face in Yunho's chest, lips brushing lightly against his skin. Yunho sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the flood of warm embarrassment at the forwardness. His hands gripped Changmin's shoulders and made a weak attempt at pulling him away, because he was the hyung here, and should know better. It was his job to stop his maknae from doing things he shouldn't.
Changmin wasn't having it. The younger man pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips and pinning him down with an impish grin. Slightly dazed, Yunho stared up at him, not even finding the will in him to fight back like he should have; his body thrummed with electricity and need, even with his mind clouded as it was from tiredness and confusion. Changmin leaned down against him again, sucking a hard line up his chest, leaving behind reddening marks that promised to linger. Yunho shuddered, reaching for him to pull him away again, but his hands were moving so slowly now, and the maknae simply batted them away when they touched him. His lips moved to Yunho's neck, nibbling on his skin, tongue tasting him whenever it could.
"Yummy... I've been waiting for this all day." Changmin whispered the words against his neck, sending a tingling sensation through Yunho's entire body as his hands dove low to tug at the waist of Yunho's sweatpants. Changmin rocked slowly against him, the heat from his body grinding against Yunho's abdomen, infecting him. Yunho moaned, shaking his head and squirming weakly under the other man's weight; when had his dreams ever been like this, he wondered? Changmin was being nothing like he usually was.
But it was still Yunho's dream. And his life of near celibacy in the waking world had been driving him up a fucking wall; if he didn't get laid in his dreams, god only knew what he would do. Especially after today. Obviously all those sensations, the feelings of being touched and groped, were his mind's way of telling him he really, really needed to have a wet dream tonight. What better way to cope with the strange feelings than to imagine Changmin had been the one to blame for them all day?
Arching up against Changmin, he gripped the boy's shirt and pulled it off roughly, knitting one hand into his hair to pull his face up to his own. With a growl, Yunho slammed his lips into his maknae's, hissing against them at the sting of Changmin's nails biting into his sides. His free hand slid slowly down Changmin's back, feeling his too warm skin over the strong muscles before diving into his pants, gripping his ass. He kneaded the soft flesh as Changmin's lips parted, his tongue slipping into Yunho's mouth and wrapping around his own with practised ease.
The maknae's hands slowly worked Yunho's pants down, not sparing a thought for the waistband catching on his cock as it hardened. Yunho grimaced, his sweatpants pulling on him until his needy cock sprung free, teeth pressing down gently on Changmin's tongue as he let out a soft groan. Changmin pulled back, tongue trailing along Yunho's lower lip before it slid back into his smirking mouth. With one hand he gripped Yunho's length, thumbing the head and drawing out another groan.
"You're surprisingly easy to turn on," the younger whispered, setting his luminous eyes on Yunho's face. When Yunho opened his mouth to protest, Changmin silenced him with a slow movement of his hand, stroking him with an agonisingly tight grip. "You didn't seem turned on at all when I kept touching you earlier. Quite the opposite actually..." He grinned, and Yunho was disturbed at how out of place the expression looked on Changmin's face. "I knew you'd like this one."
He leaned down close, wrapping his teeth around one of Yunho's nipples and biting hard, sucking on it as the leader let out a pained yelp and reached to grab him by his hair. Changmin's too-bright eyes tilted up to stare at Yunho as he abused the tender nub, tongue stroking across it until it went rock hard between his lips. He ignored Yunho's quiet protests and left a trail of bite marks across his chest, intersecting the slightly faded line he'd left earlier and teasing Yunho's other nipple with his tongue.
"Korea's got the prettiest boys I've ever gotten to play with."
Before Yunho could even begin to wonder what Changmin was talking about, he felt a finger burying itself inside of him, and he let out a strangled moan, body tensing. Changmin growled quietly and curled the finger inside of Yunho, fighting his too-tight body with no semblance of gentleness. His movements sent shocks up Yunho's spine, even moreso when he added a second finger and stretched them wide apart. When pain needled through him, he let go of Changmin's hair (for fear of pulling it out) and grasped the sheets, one leg hooking up around Changmin's waist.
"Ch-Changmin-ah..." Yunho rocked his hips into the touch, fingers twisting and pulling at the sheets. "N-not so hard..."
Changmin shook his head, hooking his fingers again, nails scraping lightly against Yunho's insides and drawing a pained moan from his hyung. While he worked Yunho's body open, his hand lazily glided up and down the man's cock, thumb slicking precum around the tip almost absently. When he felt the third finger, Yunho's body jerked up, eyes squeezing closed and jaw clenching as pleasure interlaced with short jabs of pain.
"I told you," the maknae murmured quietly, voice dropping to a raspy whisper as he crooked his fingers hard again, "I've been waiting for this all day. I'm going to be as rough as I want. And you're going to take it."
With a quiet grunt, he slipped his fingers out of Yunho and shifted, letting go of his cock to hurriedly shuck his own pants. Yunho drew a deep breath at the reprieve, leaning up to kiss down Changmin's neck, pausing when he had reached his collarbone. With a sudden surge of energy, he bit down savagely on it, sucking on the protruding edge until it promised to bruise a violent purple. Hissing, Changmin shoved him off and pinned his arms down, pressing his leader's back flat against the mattress. In a surprising show of strength, even for someone as strong as Changmin, he pulled Yunho's tensed body down the mattress as he thrust his hips forward, burying himself inside of Yunho without warning.
Yunho's head snapped back against the bed and he let out a pained yowl, Changmin's sudden intrusion stretching him too far, too fast. He squirmed, trying to pull himself back, to adjust to a place where his body would be able to take it, but Changmin's iron grip refused him even the smallest allowance, and if anything, his squirming made the throbbing more intense. He choked for air as the man's hips slowly pulled back only to rock forward into him once again. Changmin smirked down at him, ignoring the way Yunho's nails dug into his wrists.
"Relax," he offered, voice laced with tension as he slowly moved in and out. "You're making it hard on yourself..."
In all the dreams he'd had, Yunho had never experienced anything quite like this. Slowly, his shivering body relaxed, and Changmin's thrusts sped up; each movement hit him with a wave of mixed pleasure and pain. Yunho moaned as the younger man slammed into him roughly, pressing his own body back against the thrusts as he adjusted. At some point Yunho was unsure of, Changmin let go of his arms and gripped his hips, pulling their bodies together with vicious force. Yunho reached up, seizing his shoulders again and pulling him down, gasps mixed with breathy cries of the maknae's name. The slight change of angle his actions caused had him crying out again as Changmin rammed into his prostate.
"P-pretty boys are always so...vocal..." Changmin let go of Yunho's hip and slid his hand to his hyung's cock, squeezing it hard again as Yunho's body clenched tight around him, stroking out of time with his thrusts. "D-do you want to cum, pretty boy?"
Yunho dug his nails into Changmin's shoulders, leaving half-moons pressed into his skin. "Y-yes, p-please just a little m-more..."
Snorting derisively, Changmin pulled his hips back until he'd very nearly slipped out of Yunho before snapping forward with a moan, his needy sounds nothing next to Yunho's continued pleading for more. His cock leaked in Changmin's grip, body writhing and pushing up into the speedy strokes. His moans and whines crescendoed into a keening cry as he released in Changmin's hand, ropes of white splattering the maknae's hand and body, as well as Yunho's stomach. The maknae's thrusts became erratic as he slammed into Yunho over and over, pure instinct and pleasure taking over when Yunho's body clenched impossibly tight around him. Moaning heavily, he spent himself inside of his hyung, thrusts not slowing as he worked himself through the flood of his orgasm, Yunho's whimpers and groans only fueling the pleasure as it rushed through him. His hand stroked Yunho hard, milking every last drop of his release from him, and Yunho's eyes rolled back in his head.
"G-god... Changm-min..." His hips rolled to a slow stop, his strokes tapering off until he finally let go of the leader's softening cock; without a moment's hesitation, he shifted his hips back and slid out of his clenched body. Yunho moaned softly again, wrapping Changmin in his arms and pulling his body against his chest, eyelids heavy.
The panting maknae turned his face to Yunho and whispered softly in his ear; "Go back to sleep... "
Yunho barely had time to notice the strange lilt in Changmin's voice before he found himself sinking into slumber once again.
When Yunho's eyes opened the next morning, Changmin wasn't there. Yunho stretched sleepily, yawning and groaning when he felt the afteraffects of his dream. His body didn't feel as if he'd slept at all; every nerve felt sensitive, every movement made his tensed muscles protest. With a groan, he rolled out of bed, shifting his sweatpants around on his waist and padding toward the bathroom for his shower.
It wasn't until he looked in the mirror that he noticed the bite marks on his chest, or the colourful bruising around his nipple. Frowning, he touched the discoloured skin; his self-examination revealed more marks on his body, things that lined up with everything his cloudy mind would let him remember. Nonplussed, he stepped into the shower, whining to himself as he washed his tender body.
He dressed slowly, and by the time he made his way out to the kitchen, Changmin was already standing in front of the fridge, digging around for something to eat. When the maknae turned around, Yunho's eyes widened in surprise; his collarbone was a violent purple, the vivid colour at odds with the rest of his smooth skin. Changmin didn't seem all that disturbed about it, and with his customary 'guhmorning' he skirted around Yunho and flopped at the table, a container of yogurt in his hand.
"Morning..." Yunho turned and set his eyes on Changmin, watching him intently. When Changmin looked at him questioningly, he resisted the urge to avert his eyes.
"Do you want this?" Changmin mumbled through a mouthful of yogurt, offering the container. Yunho shook his head. "Then what??"
"You didn't have to bite me so hard last night."
Now it was Changmin's turn to look confused.
"When the fuck did I ever bite you?" The maknae asked, snorting quietly and standing. Giving Yunho a confused look, he stepped away from the table and carried his yogurt back to his room.
'That was me... Sorry~' a soft voice whispered in his ear, and Yunho felt his stomach twist as the incubus's ghostly touches moved down his arms before disappearing.
Pairing: HoMin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Notes: This fic was written for marker_of_majik .
Disclaimer: I would if I could but I can't so I don't.
It had started early in the morning. At 5.18am, Jung Yunho woke from a dead sleep, jerking straight up in his bed with a gasp. His hand jumped to his throat, rubbing the tender skin as he sucked in heavy, deep breaths. The sensation of a hand around his neck, of nails digging into his skin, was still fresh, and he reached for the light on the bedside table as paranoia gripped him.
The room was empty except for him, the rest of the house silent. His alarm wouldn't go off for another hour or so, but the dream- for he was sure now that it was a dream, because it couldn't be anything else - would keep him awake for the rest of the day. With a sigh, the tall man wriggled free of the bed sheets twisted around his body and padded around his room to start his day. Though an hour earlier, he followed his usual routine; shower, dress, make breakfast. The usual boring things that every person did in the morning before work.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
While standing under the hot stream of water in the shower, he was sure he felt a whisper of a touch move across his rear. The lingering sensation that a pair of eyes were on him followed him from the bathroom, and he dressed quickly, hoping it would help him shake it. Instead, he felt slightly ridiculous after having pulled his clothing on at record speed; the paranoia was something he was well used to, because of his line of work, and he was sure it was foolish that he was letting it bother him.
He chalked the feeling of fingers in his hair up to the fact that a window had been opened in the kitchen, and a nice cool breeze was blowing its way through the room.
Yunho had hoped that the paranoid state would end when Changmin finally woke and wandered into the kitchen. The maknae stretched sleepily, his pajama pants all but falling down his skinny body as he ignored them and rubbed at his eyes. Yunho cast a smile in his direction and pointed to a plate of food, something he needn't bother to do. Changmin's morning routine differed vastly from Yunho's; wake up, wander into the kitchen, eat whatever Yunho had made for breakfast that morning. Every day he flopped into the same chair at the table, murmured 'guhmorning', and started shoveling down his food.
His presence, unfortunately, only seemed to intensify the feeling.
The young man tried to put the feeling at the back of his mind as he went about his day, but he was hard-pressed to do so. When he and Changmin got into the car to go to work, he very clearly felt something touch his thigh. A glance in the rear-view mirror had him looking into the backseat in alarm; though it was empty, he could have sworn he'd seen a figure sitting back there just a moment ago. A stray puff of air blew across the back of his neck as he drove, further driving him into paranoia and, he assumed, eventual madness should this continue all day.
Yunho's luck was apparently horrible that day, because the ghost touches continued. His voice caught noticeably during a re-recording of backup vocals for live performances; when the manager asked if everything was okay, Yunho responded (in a rather surly manner that didn't go unnoticed) that something had just pinched his ass. There was very obviously nobody else in the recording booth with him, which the manager quietly pointed out... Yunho ran a hand through his hair, exasperated, and asked if he could record the vocals again.
At one point, he was sure someone had moaned loudly in his ear. It was even audible on the recording, but for lack of anyone to blame it on, it was brushed off as a technical glitch. A pair of hands caressed his shoulders, a body pressed itself against his back. Something warm brushed along the back of his ear, as if someone had just licked him. When he touched the spot, he felt nothing damp, and he simply leaned forward to smack his head off the hanging microphone.
By lunch, he was a nervous wreck. He sat at a table outside a cafe with Changmin, almost afraid to be alone, and picked at his food, stomach too tight with paranoia to eat very much. He kept looking around them, sunglasses obscuring half of his face. Changmin frowned.
"What is wrong with you today, hyung?" he murmured, plowing through his food at a speed only Shim Changmin could ingest things at. "You're all jumpy. A fangirl threaten to rape you?"
"No..."
Changmin paused, eyebrow raised and fork tapping against his lips. "Fanboy threaten to rape you?"
Yunho was less than amused, especially when he felt a now familiar puff of air against the back of his neck. Someone was breathing on him. He knew it. And yet, Changmin's face showed no alarm, and when Yunho turned, he merely caught the vaguest hint of blackness along the edge of his vision before he realised that, once again, nobody was there.
"I'm being haunted," he muttered, shaking his head and turning back to his food. Changmin absently reached across to take what was left; Yunho would only pick at it, anyway.
"...so you're delusional, then?" The maknae's cheek actually made Yunho laugh, and he shook his head. "You're just having a bad day, hyung. Brush it off."
Easier said than done when it constantly felt like someone was trying to flirt with him in ways he didn't appreciate. His mood deteriorated quickly in the second half of the day; Changmin disappeared for over an hour, prompting the recording manager to also disappear to look for him. The maknae was found emerging from the bathroom, and the manager was extremely distressed that his absence had put them behind schedule. On top of that, Yunho had to re-record half of his vocals. He could barely make it through a song without his invisible stalker touching him, escalating its inappropriateness and topping it off with a pinch of his nipple in the middle of a verse.
The manager ended up sending them home at the end of the day with less than half the work done and a stern reminder to be more serious the next day they were in, because they knew well how intricate the recording process could be. Yunho avoided looking in his rear view mirror the entire way home, not wanting to see yet another thing that wouldn't be there when he turned around.
Changmin was unusually quiet, though Yunho scarcely noticed. He reheated leftovers for the both of them for dinner, and plowed through them almost as fast as Changmin would usually have before slipping off to crawl into bed.
Sleep, he hoped, would be the cure for this state, a weird mixture of paranoia and horniness now. After a while, he realised that the touching sensations had stopped, and the feeling of being watched had faded. He frowned sleepily, groaning over the fact that it had taken so long for his body to stop screwing with his head, and curled into his pillow, glad to be rid of it at last. Shortly before midnight, he finally drifted off.
When he first opened his eyes, he was surprised to see not the ceiling or the wall, but Changmin. The maknae was leaning over him, eyes unusually bright in the dim light. Scarily bright. Yunho blinked a few times in confusion, his sleep-fogged brain not quite registering what was going on.
"Ch-Changmin? Do you need something?" The boy shook his head and squirmed closer. "Then... why are you..."
Changmin flopped on his side, head hitting the pillow next to Yunho's, and wriggled his way into Yunho's arms. "I want you."
Yunho wasn't about to admit this wasn't the first time he'd had a dream like this, but... well. It definitely wasn't the first time. He'd lost track of just how many dreams he'd had about Changmin crawling into his bed. Changmin, throwing him against a wall backstage. Wrapping himself around Yunho in the back of a car with heavily tinted windows. All locked away in Yunho's head for his own guilty pleasure. Apparently those (and more. There were definitely more.) weren't enough, he mused. His mind needed more shameful dreams to hide from everyone he knew.
It only helped his dirty little secret that their work meant he knew the details of Changmin's body. Where every mole and scar rested, Yunho could dictate on command. How many years had they known each other now, and how many times had they been rushed and made to dress in front of each other backstage? It was his job's fault that he both knew this body and wanted it. Yunho swallowed a groan and tightened his arms around the thinner man, one leg shifting to wrap around Changmin's.
Such skinny legs on that boy. Changmin clutched at Yunho's shirt, wasting no time in pulling it up over his hyung's head; immediately he buried his face in Yunho's chest, lips brushing lightly against his skin. Yunho sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the flood of warm embarrassment at the forwardness. His hands gripped Changmin's shoulders and made a weak attempt at pulling him away, because he was the hyung here, and should know better. It was his job to stop his maknae from doing things he shouldn't.
Changmin wasn't having it. The younger man pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips and pinning him down with an impish grin. Slightly dazed, Yunho stared up at him, not even finding the will in him to fight back like he should have; his body thrummed with electricity and need, even with his mind clouded as it was from tiredness and confusion. Changmin leaned down against him again, sucking a hard line up his chest, leaving behind reddening marks that promised to linger. Yunho shuddered, reaching for him to pull him away again, but his hands were moving so slowly now, and the maknae simply batted them away when they touched him. His lips moved to Yunho's neck, nibbling on his skin, tongue tasting him whenever it could.
"Yummy... I've been waiting for this all day." Changmin whispered the words against his neck, sending a tingling sensation through Yunho's entire body as his hands dove low to tug at the waist of Yunho's sweatpants. Changmin rocked slowly against him, the heat from his body grinding against Yunho's abdomen, infecting him. Yunho moaned, shaking his head and squirming weakly under the other man's weight; when had his dreams ever been like this, he wondered? Changmin was being nothing like he usually was.
But it was still Yunho's dream. And his life of near celibacy in the waking world had been driving him up a fucking wall; if he didn't get laid in his dreams, god only knew what he would do. Especially after today. Obviously all those sensations, the feelings of being touched and groped, were his mind's way of telling him he really, really needed to have a wet dream tonight. What better way to cope with the strange feelings than to imagine Changmin had been the one to blame for them all day?
Arching up against Changmin, he gripped the boy's shirt and pulled it off roughly, knitting one hand into his hair to pull his face up to his own. With a growl, Yunho slammed his lips into his maknae's, hissing against them at the sting of Changmin's nails biting into his sides. His free hand slid slowly down Changmin's back, feeling his too warm skin over the strong muscles before diving into his pants, gripping his ass. He kneaded the soft flesh as Changmin's lips parted, his tongue slipping into Yunho's mouth and wrapping around his own with practised ease.
The maknae's hands slowly worked Yunho's pants down, not sparing a thought for the waistband catching on his cock as it hardened. Yunho grimaced, his sweatpants pulling on him until his needy cock sprung free, teeth pressing down gently on Changmin's tongue as he let out a soft groan. Changmin pulled back, tongue trailing along Yunho's lower lip before it slid back into his smirking mouth. With one hand he gripped Yunho's length, thumbing the head and drawing out another groan.
"You're surprisingly easy to turn on," the younger whispered, setting his luminous eyes on Yunho's face. When Yunho opened his mouth to protest, Changmin silenced him with a slow movement of his hand, stroking him with an agonisingly tight grip. "You didn't seem turned on at all when I kept touching you earlier. Quite the opposite actually..." He grinned, and Yunho was disturbed at how out of place the expression looked on Changmin's face. "I knew you'd like this one."
He leaned down close, wrapping his teeth around one of Yunho's nipples and biting hard, sucking on it as the leader let out a pained yelp and reached to grab him by his hair. Changmin's too-bright eyes tilted up to stare at Yunho as he abused the tender nub, tongue stroking across it until it went rock hard between his lips. He ignored Yunho's quiet protests and left a trail of bite marks across his chest, intersecting the slightly faded line he'd left earlier and teasing Yunho's other nipple with his tongue.
"Korea's got the prettiest boys I've ever gotten to play with."
Before Yunho could even begin to wonder what Changmin was talking about, he felt a finger burying itself inside of him, and he let out a strangled moan, body tensing. Changmin growled quietly and curled the finger inside of Yunho, fighting his too-tight body with no semblance of gentleness. His movements sent shocks up Yunho's spine, even moreso when he added a second finger and stretched them wide apart. When pain needled through him, he let go of Changmin's hair (for fear of pulling it out) and grasped the sheets, one leg hooking up around Changmin's waist.
"Ch-Changmin-ah..." Yunho rocked his hips into the touch, fingers twisting and pulling at the sheets. "N-not so hard..."
Changmin shook his head, hooking his fingers again, nails scraping lightly against Yunho's insides and drawing a pained moan from his hyung. While he worked Yunho's body open, his hand lazily glided up and down the man's cock, thumb slicking precum around the tip almost absently. When he felt the third finger, Yunho's body jerked up, eyes squeezing closed and jaw clenching as pleasure interlaced with short jabs of pain.
"I told you," the maknae murmured quietly, voice dropping to a raspy whisper as he crooked his fingers hard again, "I've been waiting for this all day. I'm going to be as rough as I want. And you're going to take it."
With a quiet grunt, he slipped his fingers out of Yunho and shifted, letting go of his cock to hurriedly shuck his own pants. Yunho drew a deep breath at the reprieve, leaning up to kiss down Changmin's neck, pausing when he had reached his collarbone. With a sudden surge of energy, he bit down savagely on it, sucking on the protruding edge until it promised to bruise a violent purple. Hissing, Changmin shoved him off and pinned his arms down, pressing his leader's back flat against the mattress. In a surprising show of strength, even for someone as strong as Changmin, he pulled Yunho's tensed body down the mattress as he thrust his hips forward, burying himself inside of Yunho without warning.
Yunho's head snapped back against the bed and he let out a pained yowl, Changmin's sudden intrusion stretching him too far, too fast. He squirmed, trying to pull himself back, to adjust to a place where his body would be able to take it, but Changmin's iron grip refused him even the smallest allowance, and if anything, his squirming made the throbbing more intense. He choked for air as the man's hips slowly pulled back only to rock forward into him once again. Changmin smirked down at him, ignoring the way Yunho's nails dug into his wrists.
"Relax," he offered, voice laced with tension as he slowly moved in and out. "You're making it hard on yourself..."
In all the dreams he'd had, Yunho had never experienced anything quite like this. Slowly, his shivering body relaxed, and Changmin's thrusts sped up; each movement hit him with a wave of mixed pleasure and pain. Yunho moaned as the younger man slammed into him roughly, pressing his own body back against the thrusts as he adjusted. At some point Yunho was unsure of, Changmin let go of his arms and gripped his hips, pulling their bodies together with vicious force. Yunho reached up, seizing his shoulders again and pulling him down, gasps mixed with breathy cries of the maknae's name. The slight change of angle his actions caused had him crying out again as Changmin rammed into his prostate.
"P-pretty boys are always so...vocal..." Changmin let go of Yunho's hip and slid his hand to his hyung's cock, squeezing it hard again as Yunho's body clenched tight around him, stroking out of time with his thrusts. "D-do you want to cum, pretty boy?"
Yunho dug his nails into Changmin's shoulders, leaving half-moons pressed into his skin. "Y-yes, p-please just a little m-more..."
Snorting derisively, Changmin pulled his hips back until he'd very nearly slipped out of Yunho before snapping forward with a moan, his needy sounds nothing next to Yunho's continued pleading for more. His cock leaked in Changmin's grip, body writhing and pushing up into the speedy strokes. His moans and whines crescendoed into a keening cry as he released in Changmin's hand, ropes of white splattering the maknae's hand and body, as well as Yunho's stomach. The maknae's thrusts became erratic as he slammed into Yunho over and over, pure instinct and pleasure taking over when Yunho's body clenched impossibly tight around him. Moaning heavily, he spent himself inside of his hyung, thrusts not slowing as he worked himself through the flood of his orgasm, Yunho's whimpers and groans only fueling the pleasure as it rushed through him. His hand stroked Yunho hard, milking every last drop of his release from him, and Yunho's eyes rolled back in his head.
"G-god... Changm-min..." His hips rolled to a slow stop, his strokes tapering off until he finally let go of the leader's softening cock; without a moment's hesitation, he shifted his hips back and slid out of his clenched body. Yunho moaned softly again, wrapping Changmin in his arms and pulling his body against his chest, eyelids heavy.
The panting maknae turned his face to Yunho and whispered softly in his ear; "Go back to sleep... "
Yunho barely had time to notice the strange lilt in Changmin's voice before he found himself sinking into slumber once again.
When Yunho's eyes opened the next morning, Changmin wasn't there. Yunho stretched sleepily, yawning and groaning when he felt the afteraffects of his dream. His body didn't feel as if he'd slept at all; every nerve felt sensitive, every movement made his tensed muscles protest. With a groan, he rolled out of bed, shifting his sweatpants around on his waist and padding toward the bathroom for his shower.
It wasn't until he looked in the mirror that he noticed the bite marks on his chest, or the colourful bruising around his nipple. Frowning, he touched the discoloured skin; his self-examination revealed more marks on his body, things that lined up with everything his cloudy mind would let him remember. Nonplussed, he stepped into the shower, whining to himself as he washed his tender body.
He dressed slowly, and by the time he made his way out to the kitchen, Changmin was already standing in front of the fridge, digging around for something to eat. When the maknae turned around, Yunho's eyes widened in surprise; his collarbone was a violent purple, the vivid colour at odds with the rest of his smooth skin. Changmin didn't seem all that disturbed about it, and with his customary 'guhmorning' he skirted around Yunho and flopped at the table, a container of yogurt in his hand.
"Morning..." Yunho turned and set his eyes on Changmin, watching him intently. When Changmin looked at him questioningly, he resisted the urge to avert his eyes.
"Do you want this?" Changmin mumbled through a mouthful of yogurt, offering the container. Yunho shook his head. "Then what??"
"You didn't have to bite me so hard last night."
Now it was Changmin's turn to look confused.
"When the fuck did I ever bite you?" The maknae asked, snorting quietly and standing. Giving Yunho a confused look, he stepped away from the table and carried his yogurt back to his room.
'That was me... Sorry~' a soft voice whispered in his ear, and Yunho felt his stomach twist as the incubus's ghostly touches moved down his arms before disappearing.