{Fanfic} Heat
Title: Heat
Length: Oneshot, short. Total PWP.
Author: ilusmbb
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating/Warning: R/NC-17 for explicit adult material and homosexual themes
Summary: Hands slide over wet flesh, hot from the fires that burn low in their bellies - the near-boiling water that pounds down on them seems almost tepid on their feverish skin.
AN: This whole thing was scribbled out in about 20 minutes flat, and it's all thanks to fantards who were talking about how JaeJoong, Junsu and Changmin are too feminine/pretty to top. I got angry. This came out.
Beta'd by the glorious
yaoi_hoshi ♥ Everything Anything still wrong with it is entirely my fault.
Also, I really shouldn't write when I haven't slept in days, but I hope you guys enjoy it, nonetheless.
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Steam from the hot shower curls out from under the glass door separating the two men from the rest of the world, and the heat in the room escalates when slick skin presses demandingly against even hotter slick skin. Yoochun, the shorter - and older - of the two men finds himself backed against the tiled wall of the shower, Changmin's lips claiming his own in a show of domination.
The kiss is bruising and hard - hard enough to draw blood, and their breathing is harsh, labored, as tongue and teeth clash, nipping at each other, fighting for a control that is long lost to both of them. Strangled moans escape from deep inside hoarse throats, and Yoochun gives in first, arching his hips upward to meet Changmin's, his demanding growl coming out as a needy whimper.
Hands slide over wet flesh, hot from the fires that burn low in their bellies - the near-boiling water that pounds down on them seems almost tepid on their feverish skin. Changmin's fingers tangle themselves in the long, silky black hair at the nape of Yoochun's neck, angling his head upward and deepening the kiss, tongue lashing out to taste as much as he possibly can and more. Changmin slides his free hand down to pull at the shorter man's thigh, hooking YooChun's leg around his slim waist.
The hand in Yoochun's hair makes its way down the other man's body, pausing to feel, to touch him wherever he can before it stops between Yoochun's legs, stroking the sensitive skin under his sac. Another guttural sound of desire, and Yoochun doesn't think he can take much more; he slides his hips upward, his hard cock rubbing against Changmin's own weeping member.
That's all the encouragement it takes before Changmin grips Yoochun low on his hips and hefts him upward, so the other man can wrap his legs around him. After a moment of fumbling with the nearest bottle in the stall - shampoo, maybe, or soap, it doesn't matter at this point - his fingers go back to prodding at Yoochun's puckered entrance, the gentle pressure so much different from the force in Changmin's greedy kisses.
The pain of intrusion does little to dull the overwhelming pleasure building up inside Yoochun, and he presses himself down on the slick digit, body clenching tightly around it. Yoochun is too impatient for more preparation than that, and after a few moments Changmin pulls out again. He steadies his grip on the other man, presses the blunt head of his member against Yoochun's hot entrance and with a practiced thrust of his hips, sheaths himself inside the other man.
Changmin pauses, wants Yoochun's body to adjust, but Yoochun urges him to move, kissing him urgently. Changmin lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr and begins to rock into Yoochun's body. The older man gasps loudly into his mouth, swallows a moan of pleasure as he claws at Changmin's back, hips pushing down to meet his slow thrusts.
It doesn't take long for their pace to become erratic, Changmin barely having time to pull back before Yoochun slams himself down onto him, fucking himself on Changmin's member.
The younger man snakes a hand between their bodies, grasping the head of Yoochun's manhood, pumping furiously.
Yoochun loves the feeling of the younger man inside of him, of Changmin's swollen cock, hot and hard, pushing him towards the edge and into pleasure so intense he sees stars and thinks that maybe he's died and gone to heaven, or perhaps to hell, because no angel could be as sinfully beautiful as Changmin is when he bites back a strangled cry and comes inside him.
Yoochun's body clenches sporadically around Changmin's length, milking him before Yoochun comes too, his seed erupting in thick white ropes of desire across their chests.
The aftermath of their lovemaking is quiet; the two men soap each other down, rinsing away the evidence of their passion, kiss gently as they towel each other off.
I love you, they say without words, when they have to open the door and step back out into the world, back to their separate bedrooms and back to secrecy.
Fingertips brush against each other in a kiss more intimate than the ones they shared in the heat of their shower, and they know it will be enough to tide them over until their next stolen moment.