7.21.08 Tile; yuxo
July 21, 2008
Tile
MinHo; DBSK
Lemon/Smut; NC-17
Word Count: 203
Summary: In which there is bathroom sex, and Yunho is incoherent (and on the bottom!).
For:
yuxo
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Desperately, Yunho’s hands scrabble at the smooth marble tile as he arches his waist back into powerful thrusts. He moans, hot and loud and embarrassingly high, but it just makes Changmin all the more agile, his hips rocking at a steady beat.
Moaning again-louder, Changmin urges-Yunho arches his neck to the stunning god plowing into him. Changmin greedily takes the offering with flush lips.
As the heat flows through his body, Yunho presses his cheek against the cool tile and soaks in the chill, inching his knees apart as Changmin hammers into him.
“Fuck meeeeee,” he hisses lowly.
“What the hell do you think I’m doing?!” Changmin snarls.
Yunho’s hand clenches into a fist, and he strikes the floor. He reaches out to the bathtub and curls his fingers around the edge, using it as leverage to pivot his hips back.
“Shut up and do something better with your mouth.”
“Like this?” Changmin wonders, voice all sex and mischief at the same time. He runs his lips over the shell of Yunho’s ear, tongue darting out like a snake to lick the salty skin.
For a while, Yunho’s rent incoherent. Changmin doesn’t really mind; he actually likes it better that way.
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A/N: NO MORE SMUT FOR YOU! You’re going to melt my brain. ;_____;
Tile
MinHo; DBSK
Lemon/Smut; NC-17
Word Count: 203
Summary: In which there is bathroom sex, and Yunho is incoherent (and on the bottom!).
For:
yuxo
~~
Desperately, Yunho’s hands scrabble at the smooth marble tile as he arches his waist back into powerful thrusts. He moans, hot and loud and embarrassingly high, but it just makes Changmin all the more agile, his hips rocking at a steady beat.
Moaning again-louder, Changmin urges-Yunho arches his neck to the stunning god plowing into him. Changmin greedily takes the offering with flush lips.
As the heat flows through his body, Yunho presses his cheek against the cool tile and soaks in the chill, inching his knees apart as Changmin hammers into him.
“Fuck meeeeee,” he hisses lowly.
“What the hell do you think I’m doing?!” Changmin snarls.
Yunho’s hand clenches into a fist, and he strikes the floor. He reaches out to the bathtub and curls his fingers around the edge, using it as leverage to pivot his hips back.
“Shut up and do something better with your mouth.”
“Like this?” Changmin wonders, voice all sex and mischief at the same time. He runs his lips over the shell of Yunho’s ear, tongue darting out like a snake to lick the salty skin.
For a while, Yunho’s rent incoherent. Changmin doesn’t really mind; he actually likes it better that way.
~~
A/N: NO MORE SMUT FOR YOU! You’re going to melt my brain. ;_____;