the bad touch.
Changmin can’t believe that Yunho is making him do this.
It all sounds ridiculous, but whenever they actually get out of the car, it quickly becomes at least seven times worse. The large sign hanging over the door, proclaiming that this is in fact a psychiatrist’s office makes him want to just throw up all over the place.
A shrink.
Yunho’s brought him to a shrink because he can’t stop orgasming for no reason.
Yeah, this is going to be a fun hour and a half. The best time of his life, he’s sure, and Yunho doesn’t miss the death glare that he’s receiving. It would be impossible not to, really, even when he’s kind of full of fail.
“What is it? Are you mad at me?” he asks, making his way over.
Changmin doesn’t look at him, crossing his arms stubbornly.
“I don’t need help?”
“Hm? You sure?”
“Positive.”
Yunho sighs. “I love you.”
Changmin has to grab onto his shirt to keep from falling over as he suddenly comes hard and fast with no warning whatsoever.
//
“Do you have an appointment with Dr. Yoochun?”
The secretary looks up from his computer, all cheerful smiles and happiness and takes a moment to adjust his glasses while he waits for an answer.
It takes that moment for something to click in Changmin’s brain, and he turns to Yunho.
“Yoochun?”
“… yes?”
“Yoochun as in talk sex Yoochun?”
“Yes. Well, that fell through. Now he’s a-“
“Special therapist!” The secretary barges in, obviously unaware that he’s completely unwanted in this conversation.
Changmin gives him a death glare, and Yunho seizes the opportunity.
“Yes, we have an appointment with Dr. Yoochun. Three o’clock.”
The secretary glances down at some papers after giving a nervous glance towards Changmin.
“Jung Yunho and Shim Changmin?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, go right in. The doctor will see you now.”
//
“Please, have a seat.”
Changmin finds himself sitting on a much too cushy, much too sleazy looking red couch made of out some sort of plush material, and everything about this is rubbing him the long way.
This Yoochun is looking much too casual and relaxed for his tastes, leaned back in his chair, a book open and his finger is marking the spot like he’s going to solve this problem in a matter of minutes and then be back to reading.
He can’t be a legitimate therapist. Definitely not.
“Good afternoon,” he pauses to glance down at a paper sitting on his desk, “Yunho. Changmin. What can I help you with?”
“Well…” Yunho hesitates slightly, looking towards Changmin who’s still sulking in his own little world, completely refusing to meet his eyes.
He sighs, but decides it’ll be worth it in the end. It better, anyways.
“We have a little problem when it comes to … sex.”
And Changmin definitely doesn’t like the grin that comes over Yoochun’s lips at that.
His finger slips from the pages, and the book is closed with a light snap.
“Talk to me.”
//
The first time was completely unexpected.
“Changmin-ah,” Yunho called out, looking down the produce aisle for his lover, who had somehow managed to disappear.
He found him in the next aisle over, trying to decide which potatoes to buy.
“Ah, great. I love-“
The crashing noise nearly broke his eardrums as Changmin suddenly fell forward into the bin of potatoes, nearly sending the thing tumbling over but gripping onto the edge just in time, a strangled groan leaving his throat and for a few moments Yunho honest to god thought that he was having a seizure.
Nope. Not a seizure. Just an orgasm.
And after it was over and he had caught his breath, he looked just as confused as Yunho felt.
“Umm … potatoes?”
//
“So … he has an orgasm every time you say you love him?”
“Yeah. Or sometimes it’s just the l word in general.”
“… wow. Somehow I’m finding that hard to believe.”
“ … come again?”
“I’ve never heard of something like this before, would you mind showing me?”
//
And then there was that time at dinner with his parents, just a couple of weeks ago.
Everything had been going perfectly, and Yunho was sure that his parents loved Changmin just as much as they loved him. And then he decided that it was time to tell them.
“Mom, Dad? I have to tell you something about Changmin. He’s the man that I lo-“
Before the word had even fully left his lips, Changmin had leaned forward over the table, gripping onto it tightly, panting and moaning and making many sounds that were fit for a porno and Yunho was mortified.
Trying to smooth that over was bad.
Trying to explain it to his mother on the phone later that night was even worse.
And that was when he knew that this was a problem.
//
Approximately ten minutes later, Yoochun nods slightly, still looking a little too intrigued for Changmin’s tastes.
And he doesn’t like the fact that he was just forced into an orgasm in front of this grease bucket of a stranger, either.
“Interesting.”
Pause, and he checks over a few things. Makes a few notes on a clipboard that he’s pulled out of fucking nowhere.
“ … so?” Yunho’s voice is hesitant after he clears his throat slightly.
“… four.”
“… Four?”
“Yes, four. Four on the fail scale. It’s a simple case, really.”
He decides to elaborate only when neither of the men in front of them show any sign of responding.
Leaning forward slightly, folding his hands and that smirk on his face is much, much too greasy.
“Have more sex, of course. Problem solved.”
//
Yunho’s not the type of person to pay for advice and then not take it.
Or maybe that’s just an excuse for the reason why he led Changmin to the bedroom as soon as they got home, not taking no for an answer.
It had been pure torture, anyway, watching as he writhed and moaned and panted in that chair back in the therapist’s office, and he wasn’t just going to sit back and do nothing after that.
It’s much better now, having Changmin writhing and moaning and panting underneath him, reacting to every well planned touch and kiss and lick against his tanned skin and he doesn’t even think about it when the words slip from his lips.
“Min-ah … love you.”
He isn’t prepared whenever Changmin comes hard and suddenly, back arching into him, fingers reaching up to grab onto his arms and after he gets over his shock, Yunho only grins slightly, leaning down to exchange a few lazy kisses with his lover, giving him a chance to catch his breath before trailing fingers up and down his sides slowly, loving the shiver he gets in response.
“Yunho,” Changmin moans, halfway between a whine and a desperate whimper for more, and Yunho has an idea.
“Changmin,” he moans back, trailing his tongue down that smooth neck, pausing for just a moment before breathing toe words against heated skin.
“I love you.”
Five orgasms later, Yunho can’t believe that Changmin is still conscious. He’s sure he’ll pass out.
But he’s wrong.
It takes six for that to happen, and by the time he reaches thirteen Changmin isn’t making a sound at all, head thrown back and body taken over by shudders, mouth wide open and almost immediately after he comes down from his high, he falls over onto his side,
Doesn’t get back up again, and Yunho silently thanks god because he doesn’t think that he would be able to take any more.
Jesus fuck.
And that’s his last thought before he goes under.
//
The next morning, Yunho wakes up as the first ray of line streams in through the window. With a groan, he blinks his eyes open and shifts slightly in bed, unable to keep himself from smiling when Changmin whines and holds on tighter to keep him still.
He remembers the night before, though it’s a little hazy, and fingers come up to brush some hair away from Changmin’s forehead.
A light brush of lips against his skin.
“Changmin-ahh.”
“Mm?”
“I love you.”
There’s a pause, and Yunho’s body tenses slightly in fear and anticipation. But mostly fear.
But Changmin merely smiles, giving an all too adorable sigh of content and melting quite happily into Yunho’s side.
“I love you, too.”