Through the Looking Glass
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Genre: Smut
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Curtains are opened
Yoochun opens the curtains, the room was getting stuffy and he didn’t like it one bit. It was good to let the sunshine in every once in a while- and for once actually see the room he thinks. He squints at the sun’s rays entering through the window and basks a little at its warmth, he hold his hands up his head and stretches. His shirt rides up while his sleeping pants fall of a little. He should really get new ones he thinks, the elastic around it’s been stretched too much and it was barely hanging on. But he thinks he can’t part with it, it was just too damn comfortable.
Yoochun squeeks when he feels arms wrap around him, he turns his head and sees Changmin smirking at him. He relaxes at his touch and leans his weight on the taller man, he just loves the fact that the other is taller and he could always lean on him. Changmin’s hands continue to rub circles around his stomach and Yoochun simply closes his eyes at the sensation, he feels Changmin nibble at his ears a little and he lets out a laugh. When Changmin licks his ears and trails downwards to his neck to suck on the juncture his laugh turns into a moan.
He feels the other’s hand go lower and he starts to whimper, he gasps when Changmin grabs his cock and strokes it slowly. By now he’s completely leaning on the other man and the only thing keeping him from falling is Changmin’s arms on his chest and cock. Changmin doesn’t stop his ministrations and just strokes faster, his mouth sucking on his neck, leaving small love bites.
Yoochun breathing becomes shallow and he feels Changmin’s hand go faster, he tugs and gives an extra squeeze every now and then. Changmin knows how to push his buttons and drive him over the edge and he’s abusing that knowledge right now. Changmin’s other hand goes under his shirt, and wanders through his chest until he reaches his nipples. He plays with it, tweaking them a little- with that Yoochun moans loudly, he doesn’t try to contain it anymore.
His breath hitches when he feels Changmin’s hands stroke faster and faster, his other hand playing with his nipples still while his mouth was busy nibbling at his ear. Yoochun knows he’s close and he knows Changmin can feel it too, he turns his head a little and Changmin meets him with a kiss. It’s full of tongue and it’s lewd but it perfectly fits what they’re doing right now. It sends Yoochun off the edge and with one last tug he comes on Changmin’s hands.
Changmin takes out his hand and licks Yoochun’s come, savoring the taste that was uniquely his. Yoochun leans his head on the window trying to catch his breath, he was still in post orgasmic bliss and he tries to calm himself down. Yoochun really has no time to recover when Changmin grabs his arms and spins him around. He dips his head in for another kiss, this time its longer- the lust was just too intense, they part only when the need of oxygen overrides their need for one another.
Yoochun feels Changmin poking him and he smirks at him. He drops down on his knees immediately and pulls down Changmin’s pants in haste. He grabs the other’s cock and takes it all in. Changmin moans and grips Yoochun’s hair, his other hand on the window to keep him from toppling over.
Yoochun’s tongue works wonders, and Changmin can only whimper at the sensations. Yoochun licks at his shaft and strokes it slowly, teasing the other, knowing how Changmin hated to be teased. Before Changmin could reprimand him sees Yoochun’s eyes on him and Changmin can’t help but stare back. Without warning Yoochun engulfs his whole cock again, his eye contact never wavering. Changmin thinks that there’s nothing hotter than this. Yoochun’s tongue swirling at the head of his cock, he watches Yoochun lick his shaft and gradually reach his balls. Yoochun doesn’t waste any time and licks it, sucking every now and then, his hands never stops stroking. Changmin wants to hold out longer, to enjoy the sensation but seeing Yoochun on his knees with his cock in his mouth was just simply too hot. He doesn’t think he seen anything hotter until he notices Yoochun’s other hand gradually reaching for his sweatpants. He sees Yoochun take out his cock and strokes himself. The vision was just too hot and he comes to that image, Yoochun swallows the load up to the last drop and with a pop releases his cock.
He pulls Yoochun’s head up and kisses him harshly, Yoochun’s head bangs against the window but it only adds to the roughness of the kiss. Yoochun wraps his right leg around Changmin and he knows what the other is implying. He wants this just as badly, he wants to fuck Yoochun against this window, he doesn’t care if the neighbors could see- it would even be better. Let them die of envy, let them see how he’s the only one who gets to fuck Yoochun.
They break the kiss only for them to take off their clothes, Changmin quickly latches on Yoochun’s collarbones and nips at it, licks it and sucks on it. Yoochun holds onto his head for support and his head completely resting on the window. Changmin’s hands wander towards his hole and without warning shoves two of his fingers in. Yoochun gasps with eyes open but gradually mewls when he feels Changmin’s fingers thrust in and out of him. It’s stretching him but at the same time bring him so pleasure which only intensifies when Changmin finds that spot. He lets out a loud moan and Changmin knows he hit it, he continues to stroke it and hears Yoochun’s whines.
He takes out his fingers and dives in for another kiss, his arm grabbing Yoochun’s right leg-bringing it up, Yoochun immediately hooks his leg. Changmin lines himself up and pushes in slowly, there’s no lube and it’s dry but he feels the tightness and warmth and can only moan at the sensation. He feels Yoochun’s nails dig into his back, leaving crescent moons. Changmin hoists right leg higher holding on to it, and seethes himself deep within the other. He lets Yoochun adjust for a few moments and waits for the other’s signal for him to move.
Yoochun looks at him, eyes clouded with lust, mouth agape and hair sticking to his forehead. Changmin loves him like this because he’s only his and no one else’s. Yoochun nods at him and closes his eyes and with that Changmin begins to thrust in and out slowly. Yoochun whimpers, his dry channel not used to the sensation but it feels good nonetheless.
He doesn’t hold himself back and moans shamelessly, his breath hitching every now and then when Changmin goes in deeper. Changmin licks at Yoochun’s neck and gradually reaches his lips, he forces Yoochun’s mouth open kisses him. Yoochun tries to keep up the pace, tries to dominate the kiss while rolling his hips to meet each thrust. When Changmin hits his prostrate he breaks away and moans loudly, he tightens his hold on Changmin and his nails dig deeper.
Changmin raises Yoochun’s leg higher, to allow him to thrust in deeper. He feels Yoochun clench around him and he loves the feeling of warmth around his cock. He quickens and pace, thrusting madly into Yoochun, he wants to drive the other wild and take him over the edge. Yoochun whimpers, trying to hold himself, wants to make it last longer, but he wants more.
“M..ore, more. . .” he whimpers, he wants it rough, he wants it quick and he wants Changmin to give it to him. Changmin pulls out and turns Yoochun around to face the window. Yoochun hands automatically braces himself to the glass. He’s taken by surprise when he feels a warm tongue in his pucker, Changmin’s tongue thrusting in and out, swirling around. He hates how Changmin can tease him, but he loves it nonetheless, he knows the other just wants him to last longer, he comes harder when it’s prolonged.
Changmin positions himself, holds on to Yoochun’s hips and with one quick thrust seethes himself. He doesn’t wait for Yoochun and starts thrusting in a rapid pace. He grips at Yoochun’s hip so tightly that he’s sure it will leave bruises but he doesn’t care. He tries to find Yoochun’s prostrate again and changes his angle every now and then.
“There, there!” Yoochun shouts and pushes himself into Changmin’s cock, Changmin grip tightens and aims his cock to that spot. Yoochun’s moans become louder, he’s practically screaming. Changmin gets into a rhythm, pushing in and out, he watches how every thrust makes Yoochun’s cock bounce against his stomach. He sees Yoochun’s reflection on the window, eyes closed and mouth open. He wants to make Yoochun come and make him come hard so he pounds into the other more. His pace so quick and Yoochun can’t seem to catch up anymore.
Yoochun screams with every thrust, his prostrate was being hit dead on and the sensation was just too overwhelming. Just when he thinks it couldn’t get any hotter he feels Changmin quicken his pace, it’s almost animalistic he thinks and makes him scream harder.
“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.” He says with each thrust, he can hear his voice getting hoarse from the screaming but he doesn’t care. He feels so close to the edge and he wanted to come so badly. Yoochun reaches for his cock and strokes it in time with each thrust. He’s almost out of breath and the sweat is tricking down his face, his neck and his back. But he can’t help himself- Changmin was too good at this, each fuck was better than the last and this was oh so good.
Yoochun gasps when he feels Changmin’s hand join his hand, stroking his cock along with him. Changmin strokes him fast and Yoochun doesn’t know what to do anymore, he feels his other hand slipping from the window so he holds up with his other as well. He lets Changmin stroke him, playing with his head, giving it a squeeze. He’s very close he could feel the sensation at the pit of his stomach, his spine is tingling and he feels everything. He doesn’t know what’s happening anymore but he could feel everything, each deep thrust and each stroke.
When he can’t hold back himself anymore he lets out a loud scream, he cums on Changmin’s hands but some of it splatters on the window. He’s never come that strong before and it leaves him weak, but he still feels Changmin thrusting into him. He tries to keep up with the pace, rolling his hips in time with each thrust, and clenches around Changmin’s cock. The next thing he knows he feels Changmin’s seed inside of him and he loves that feeling more than anything.
They try to come themselves down until their breathing evens out. Changmin doesn’t pull out, he loves feeling Yoochun around him and Yoochun loves feeling Changmin in him as well. Yoochun opens his eyes and looks out the window, he can see both their reflections, they look thoroughly fucked. He sees his cum on the window and smirks at the sight, he really did come that hard.
Yoochun lifts his head up and to his surprise sees his neighbor looking at them, his hands lost inside his sweatpants.
“We have an audience, Min” he says breathlessly and Changmin looks up at the window across.
Changmin smirks, “Then we better give him a good show then”
Before Yoochun could react he feels Changmin thrust himself deeper and only moans at the sensation. Nothing’s hotter than knowing your being watched and they both wanted to put on a good show.
Fail again, sorry insomoleptic
Genre: Smut
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Curtains are opened
Yoochun opens the curtains, the room was getting stuffy and he didn’t like it one bit. It was good to let the sunshine in every once in a while- and for once actually see the room he thinks. He squints at the sun’s rays entering through the window and basks a little at its warmth, he hold his hands up his head and stretches. His shirt rides up while his sleeping pants fall of a little. He should really get new ones he thinks, the elastic around it’s been stretched too much and it was barely hanging on. But he thinks he can’t part with it, it was just too damn comfortable.
Yoochun squeeks when he feels arms wrap around him, he turns his head and sees Changmin smirking at him. He relaxes at his touch and leans his weight on the taller man, he just loves the fact that the other is taller and he could always lean on him. Changmin’s hands continue to rub circles around his stomach and Yoochun simply closes his eyes at the sensation, he feels Changmin nibble at his ears a little and he lets out a laugh. When Changmin licks his ears and trails downwards to his neck to suck on the juncture his laugh turns into a moan.
He feels the other’s hand go lower and he starts to whimper, he gasps when Changmin grabs his cock and strokes it slowly. By now he’s completely leaning on the other man and the only thing keeping him from falling is Changmin’s arms on his chest and cock. Changmin doesn’t stop his ministrations and just strokes faster, his mouth sucking on his neck, leaving small love bites.
Yoochun breathing becomes shallow and he feels Changmin’s hand go faster, he tugs and gives an extra squeeze every now and then. Changmin knows how to push his buttons and drive him over the edge and he’s abusing that knowledge right now. Changmin’s other hand goes under his shirt, and wanders through his chest until he reaches his nipples. He plays with it, tweaking them a little- with that Yoochun moans loudly, he doesn’t try to contain it anymore.
His breath hitches when he feels Changmin’s hands stroke faster and faster, his other hand playing with his nipples still while his mouth was busy nibbling at his ear. Yoochun knows he’s close and he knows Changmin can feel it too, he turns his head a little and Changmin meets him with a kiss. It’s full of tongue and it’s lewd but it perfectly fits what they’re doing right now. It sends Yoochun off the edge and with one last tug he comes on Changmin’s hands.
Changmin takes out his hand and licks Yoochun’s come, savoring the taste that was uniquely his. Yoochun leans his head on the window trying to catch his breath, he was still in post orgasmic bliss and he tries to calm himself down. Yoochun really has no time to recover when Changmin grabs his arms and spins him around. He dips his head in for another kiss, this time its longer- the lust was just too intense, they part only when the need of oxygen overrides their need for one another.
Yoochun feels Changmin poking him and he smirks at him. He drops down on his knees immediately and pulls down Changmin’s pants in haste. He grabs the other’s cock and takes it all in. Changmin moans and grips Yoochun’s hair, his other hand on the window to keep him from toppling over.
Yoochun’s tongue works wonders, and Changmin can only whimper at the sensations. Yoochun licks at his shaft and strokes it slowly, teasing the other, knowing how Changmin hated to be teased. Before Changmin could reprimand him sees Yoochun’s eyes on him and Changmin can’t help but stare back. Without warning Yoochun engulfs his whole cock again, his eye contact never wavering. Changmin thinks that there’s nothing hotter than this. Yoochun’s tongue swirling at the head of his cock, he watches Yoochun lick his shaft and gradually reach his balls. Yoochun doesn’t waste any time and licks it, sucking every now and then, his hands never stops stroking. Changmin wants to hold out longer, to enjoy the sensation but seeing Yoochun on his knees with his cock in his mouth was just simply too hot. He doesn’t think he seen anything hotter until he notices Yoochun’s other hand gradually reaching for his sweatpants. He sees Yoochun take out his cock and strokes himself. The vision was just too hot and he comes to that image, Yoochun swallows the load up to the last drop and with a pop releases his cock.
He pulls Yoochun’s head up and kisses him harshly, Yoochun’s head bangs against the window but it only adds to the roughness of the kiss. Yoochun wraps his right leg around Changmin and he knows what the other is implying. He wants this just as badly, he wants to fuck Yoochun against this window, he doesn’t care if the neighbors could see- it would even be better. Let them die of envy, let them see how he’s the only one who gets to fuck Yoochun.
They break the kiss only for them to take off their clothes, Changmin quickly latches on Yoochun’s collarbones and nips at it, licks it and sucks on it. Yoochun holds onto his head for support and his head completely resting on the window. Changmin’s hands wander towards his hole and without warning shoves two of his fingers in. Yoochun gasps with eyes open but gradually mewls when he feels Changmin’s fingers thrust in and out of him. It’s stretching him but at the same time bring him so pleasure which only intensifies when Changmin finds that spot. He lets out a loud moan and Changmin knows he hit it, he continues to stroke it and hears Yoochun’s whines.
He takes out his fingers and dives in for another kiss, his arm grabbing Yoochun’s right leg-bringing it up, Yoochun immediately hooks his leg. Changmin lines himself up and pushes in slowly, there’s no lube and it’s dry but he feels the tightness and warmth and can only moan at the sensation. He feels Yoochun’s nails dig into his back, leaving crescent moons. Changmin hoists right leg higher holding on to it, and seethes himself deep within the other. He lets Yoochun adjust for a few moments and waits for the other’s signal for him to move.
Yoochun looks at him, eyes clouded with lust, mouth agape and hair sticking to his forehead. Changmin loves him like this because he’s only his and no one else’s. Yoochun nods at him and closes his eyes and with that Changmin begins to thrust in and out slowly. Yoochun whimpers, his dry channel not used to the sensation but it feels good nonetheless.
He doesn’t hold himself back and moans shamelessly, his breath hitching every now and then when Changmin goes in deeper. Changmin licks at Yoochun’s neck and gradually reaches his lips, he forces Yoochun’s mouth open kisses him. Yoochun tries to keep up the pace, tries to dominate the kiss while rolling his hips to meet each thrust. When Changmin hits his prostrate he breaks away and moans loudly, he tightens his hold on Changmin and his nails dig deeper.
Changmin raises Yoochun’s leg higher, to allow him to thrust in deeper. He feels Yoochun clench around him and he loves the feeling of warmth around his cock. He quickens and pace, thrusting madly into Yoochun, he wants to drive the other wild and take him over the edge. Yoochun whimpers, trying to hold himself, wants to make it last longer, but he wants more.
“M..ore, more. . .” he whimpers, he wants it rough, he wants it quick and he wants Changmin to give it to him. Changmin pulls out and turns Yoochun around to face the window. Yoochun hands automatically braces himself to the glass. He’s taken by surprise when he feels a warm tongue in his pucker, Changmin’s tongue thrusting in and out, swirling around. He hates how Changmin can tease him, but he loves it nonetheless, he knows the other just wants him to last longer, he comes harder when it’s prolonged.
Changmin positions himself, holds on to Yoochun’s hips and with one quick thrust seethes himself. He doesn’t wait for Yoochun and starts thrusting in a rapid pace. He grips at Yoochun’s hip so tightly that he’s sure it will leave bruises but he doesn’t care. He tries to find Yoochun’s prostrate again and changes his angle every now and then.
“There, there!” Yoochun shouts and pushes himself into Changmin’s cock, Changmin grip tightens and aims his cock to that spot. Yoochun’s moans become louder, he’s practically screaming. Changmin gets into a rhythm, pushing in and out, he watches how every thrust makes Yoochun’s cock bounce against his stomach. He sees Yoochun’s reflection on the window, eyes closed and mouth open. He wants to make Yoochun come and make him come hard so he pounds into the other more. His pace so quick and Yoochun can’t seem to catch up anymore.
Yoochun screams with every thrust, his prostrate was being hit dead on and the sensation was just too overwhelming. Just when he thinks it couldn’t get any hotter he feels Changmin quicken his pace, it’s almost animalistic he thinks and makes him scream harder.
“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.” He says with each thrust, he can hear his voice getting hoarse from the screaming but he doesn’t care. He feels so close to the edge and he wanted to come so badly. Yoochun reaches for his cock and strokes it in time with each thrust. He’s almost out of breath and the sweat is tricking down his face, his neck and his back. But he can’t help himself- Changmin was too good at this, each fuck was better than the last and this was oh so good.
Yoochun gasps when he feels Changmin’s hand join his hand, stroking his cock along with him. Changmin strokes him fast and Yoochun doesn’t know what to do anymore, he feels his other hand slipping from the window so he holds up with his other as well. He lets Changmin stroke him, playing with his head, giving it a squeeze. He’s very close he could feel the sensation at the pit of his stomach, his spine is tingling and he feels everything. He doesn’t know what’s happening anymore but he could feel everything, each deep thrust and each stroke.
When he can’t hold back himself anymore he lets out a loud scream, he cums on Changmin’s hands but some of it splatters on the window. He’s never come that strong before and it leaves him weak, but he still feels Changmin thrusting into him. He tries to keep up with the pace, rolling his hips in time with each thrust, and clenches around Changmin’s cock. The next thing he knows he feels Changmin’s seed inside of him and he loves that feeling more than anything.
They try to come themselves down until their breathing evens out. Changmin doesn’t pull out, he loves feeling Yoochun around him and Yoochun loves feeling Changmin in him as well. Yoochun opens his eyes and looks out the window, he can see both their reflections, they look thoroughly fucked. He sees his cum on the window and smirks at the sight, he really did come that hard.
Yoochun lifts his head up and to his surprise sees his neighbor looking at them, his hands lost inside his sweatpants.
“We have an audience, Min” he says breathlessly and Changmin looks up at the window across.
Changmin smirks, “Then we better give him a good show then”
Before Yoochun could react he feels Changmin thrust himself deeper and only moans at the sensation. Nothing’s hotter than knowing your being watched and they both wanted to put on a good show.
Fail again, sorry insomoleptic