[FIC] Mine (Preview)
Title: Mine
Author: kam2452
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Junho/Yoohwan
Genre: Smut
Summary: Yoohwan is tired of giving, and Junho is only interested in taking one thing.
Disclaimer: This story is a product of a fangirls imagination. No idols were harmed in its production. I do not own Kim Junho, or Park Yoohwan. If I did I can pretty much asure you I'd spoil them rotten. ;A;
Yoohwan gave a dry laugh, he swirled the amber liquid in his cup causing the thick cubes of ice within to clash against their crystal surrounding.
Junho took the glass from him without a word, gulping what was left in one move that set the back of his throat on fire from the burn of the alcohol.
Yoohwan glared at the sleek countertop surface, body hunched over the black marble in a way that spoke more than would ever come out of his mouth. “Everyone just takes and takes,” his hand grabbed hold of an empty crystal cup he’d long since discarded. “The fans take. The company takes. My brother takes. You -“
Junho gripped his chin, forcing Yoohwan to look up at him.
“You-“
“I take what’s mine.”
Yoohwan had no time to process the others words before chapped lips pressed against his own, he made to pull back only to have a strong arm cup his lower back and pull his body against Junhos’ larger one. A wet tongue nudged at the corner of his lips, and Yoohwans’ lips trembled before his mouth opened and Junhos’ tongue invaded it.
This wasn’t right.
The hand settled low on his back dipped further to caress his ass and Yoohwan took in a sharp breath that put him closer to Junho, something he was desperate to change with the weird look an older woman on the other side of the elevator was giving them.
Yoohwan didn’t blame her for looking, he wasn’t one for PDA(1) either, but there was nothing he could do to break Junhos’ hold. He’d tried already and had only succeeded in having a thigh pressed tight against his crotch. For God’s sake, he was practically straddling Junhos’ leg in front of some stranger with an obvious distaste for homosexuals and Junho was too busy trying to leave a mark on his neck to care.
The elevator gave a ring and Yoohwan was glad to see the woman go, even if she shook her head in obvious displeasure at them. Yoohwan looked away, her departure allowing him to relax and all too soon he regretted it.
Junho had been paying attention. He’d glared at the woman over Yoohwan’s shoulder, daring her to say something, lips pulled back in a silent snarl. With her out of the way he set about making Yoohwan forget their lousy company. He mouthed Yoohwan’s right nipple through the white dress shirt he wore, the soft material soaking through in seconds and becoming transparent, clearly showing the effect he was having on the other man as the bud hardened.
Yoohwan pushed at Junho’s shoulders, the act useless, but necessary. He wasn’t going to give up without a fight, “ Jun-“
The words died on his lips as Junho took the opportunity to delve his tongue into his mouth again. Yoohwan tried to pull back and gave a mental victory cry when Junho’s grip loosed, but it was a false hope at freedom as Junho’s hands settled on Yoohwan’s hips and he rolled his thigh against the growing bulge in the younger’s pants. Yoohwan chocked on air at the sensation and his eyes flustered closed.
Junho smirked.
Yoohwan threw his head back as the friction increased, and Junho ran his tongue along the smooth skin offered, never one to resist such an offering.
“J-Ju-Junnnn,” Yoohwan moaned, his hips were moving on their own now.
The elevator rang again, signaling they’d finally reached their floor, and Yoohwan came crashing back to himself. He pushed away from Junho, who wasn’t prepared for the movement, and escaped into the hallway.
Yoohwan hadn’t made it very far before Junho caught him, effortlessly slinging him over a shoulder and carried him further down the hall to the room he’d booked when Yoochun had called him with the name of the hotel Yoohwan was staying at.
PDA(1) = public displays of affection
Author: kam2452
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Junho/Yoohwan
Genre: Smut
Summary: Yoohwan is tired of giving, and Junho is only interested in taking one thing.
Disclaimer: This story is a product of a fangirls imagination. No idols were harmed in its production. I do not own Kim Junho, or Park Yoohwan. If I did I can pretty much asure you I'd spoil them rotten. ;A;
Yoohwan gave a dry laugh, he swirled the amber liquid in his cup causing the thick cubes of ice within to clash against their crystal surrounding.
Junho took the glass from him without a word, gulping what was left in one move that set the back of his throat on fire from the burn of the alcohol.
Yoohwan glared at the sleek countertop surface, body hunched over the black marble in a way that spoke more than would ever come out of his mouth. “Everyone just takes and takes,” his hand grabbed hold of an empty crystal cup he’d long since discarded. “The fans take. The company takes. My brother takes. You -“
Junho gripped his chin, forcing Yoohwan to look up at him.
“You-“
“I take what’s mine.”
Yoohwan had no time to process the others words before chapped lips pressed against his own, he made to pull back only to have a strong arm cup his lower back and pull his body against Junhos’ larger one. A wet tongue nudged at the corner of his lips, and Yoohwans’ lips trembled before his mouth opened and Junhos’ tongue invaded it.
This wasn’t right.
The hand settled low on his back dipped further to caress his ass and Yoohwan took in a sharp breath that put him closer to Junho, something he was desperate to change with the weird look an older woman on the other side of the elevator was giving them.
Yoohwan didn’t blame her for looking, he wasn’t one for PDA(1) either, but there was nothing he could do to break Junhos’ hold. He’d tried already and had only succeeded in having a thigh pressed tight against his crotch. For God’s sake, he was practically straddling Junhos’ leg in front of some stranger with an obvious distaste for homosexuals and Junho was too busy trying to leave a mark on his neck to care.
The elevator gave a ring and Yoohwan was glad to see the woman go, even if she shook her head in obvious displeasure at them. Yoohwan looked away, her departure allowing him to relax and all too soon he regretted it.
Junho had been paying attention. He’d glared at the woman over Yoohwan’s shoulder, daring her to say something, lips pulled back in a silent snarl. With her out of the way he set about making Yoohwan forget their lousy company. He mouthed Yoohwan’s right nipple through the white dress shirt he wore, the soft material soaking through in seconds and becoming transparent, clearly showing the effect he was having on the other man as the bud hardened.
Yoohwan pushed at Junho’s shoulders, the act useless, but necessary. He wasn’t going to give up without a fight, “ Jun-“
The words died on his lips as Junho took the opportunity to delve his tongue into his mouth again. Yoohwan tried to pull back and gave a mental victory cry when Junho’s grip loosed, but it was a false hope at freedom as Junho’s hands settled on Yoohwan’s hips and he rolled his thigh against the growing bulge in the younger’s pants. Yoohwan chocked on air at the sensation and his eyes flustered closed.
Junho smirked.
Yoohwan threw his head back as the friction increased, and Junho ran his tongue along the smooth skin offered, never one to resist such an offering.
“J-Ju-Junnnn,” Yoohwan moaned, his hips were moving on their own now.
The elevator rang again, signaling they’d finally reached their floor, and Yoohwan came crashing back to himself. He pushed away from Junho, who wasn’t prepared for the movement, and escaped into the hallway.
Yoohwan hadn’t made it very far before Junho caught him, effortlessly slinging him over a shoulder and carried him further down the hall to the room he’d booked when Yoochun had called him with the name of the hotel Yoohwan was staying at.
PDA(1) = public displays of affection