sharing different heartbeats (1/1)
sharing different heartbeats (kidfic, r) by holdmetightx
kyuhyun/zhou mi (eeteuk/eunhyuk), 5,251 words.
early christmas present for anglosaxons, i wanted kidfic, she wanted qmi smut. so, basically, she is the only reason schmoopy, self-indulgent kidfic turned into lengthy smut. but it's still schmoopy. oh, so schmoopy.
warning: sex. and the fact that i completely ignore the fact that gay marriage isn't ~recognized in korea, lets just pretend.
Zhou Hea is born on the evening of the 28th of October. It's love at first sight and Kyuhyun finds himself falling deeper as she yawns, hand curling around Kyuhyun's finger. Zhou Mi’s pressed up behind him, an arm looped around waist and the other stroking the tiny, tiny toes that stick out from the pink blanket.
“She’s beautiful.” Zhou Mi says hoarsely, running his thumb along the soft curve of Hea’s foot. Kyuhyun tries to say something, but all the words get caught in his throat and all he can do is briefly lean back into Zhou Mi. He pulls out of Zhou Mi’s embrace, turning around to face him and holding out Hea.
“C’mon, you can go play Pass-The-Baby outside with everyone but let Donghae hold her first, I promised.” Kyuhyun smiles up at him, gently passing Hea into Zhou Mi’s welcome arms and places a soft kiss on his lips and then on Hea’s forehead. Zhou Mi just grins, turning around to open the door with his foot and show Hea off to the rest of the world. Or the 13 anxious men outside.
Smiling softly, Kyuhyun turns away from the door and towards his sister who’s lying back in the hospital bed watching the whole scene with teary-eyes.
“Thank you so much,” Kyuhyun manages, taking steps towards the bed, “really, thank you so much. I owe you my life, if you ever need a kidney or a... a lung have mine.” Kyuhyun’s sister snorts, reaching out to hold Kyuhyun’s hand with both of hers.
“Seeing you and Zhou Mi this happy is enough,” she smiles up at him, “but, next time you want a favour, make it one that doesn’t last 9 months and doesn’t make me crave pizza in the middle of the night. Maybe your next favour can be me letting you buy me coffee.” Kyuhyun laughs, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his thumb over his sister’s fingers.
“Whenever you’re feeling up for it, I will buy you as much coffee as you want.” Kyuhyun’s still laughing when he pulls his hands out from between his sister’s, looping his arms around her neck in a hug. She hugs back, letting Kyuhyun press his face into the crook of her neck and it’s so tight and warm and he’s so overwhelmed that he doesn’t realize he’s sobbing until she starts whispering soothing words into his ear.
*
When Kyuhyun exits the hospital room for the first time, he’s met with Zhou Mi fast asleep sprawled out on one of the plastic waiting chairs, using Sungmin as a pillow, and Heechul standing nearby, holding Hea in his arms.
“Remember, Heechul Oppa is your favourite,” he whispers to her with his head bent, Hankyung standing next to him with his hand hooked in his belt loop, “I’ll teach you everything you ever need to know about boys... And Chinese men if your taste is anything like your Umma’s.”
“Hey!” Kyuhyun says indignantly, catching the end of Heechul’s sentence, “I’m not the Umma.”
“I will also teach you that no matter what anyone says, Kyuhyun is your Umma.” Heechul continues, completely ignoring Kyuhyun and Hankyung laughs from next to him. “Also, I’ll teach you that sometimes it’s okay to put out on a first date-“
“Okay, okay. That’s enough corrupting, give me my baby back.” Kyuhyun interrupts, holding his arms out and glaring at Heechul.
*
There are birthdays and things go wrong and Hea gets a bad cold and Kyuhyun cries and Zhou Mi cries and Hea cries and it’s all hectic but so much more than they ever could’ve asked for.
*
"You know what I miss?" Kyuhyun huffs out as he flops back on the bed next to Zhou Mi who's propped up against the headboard, reading a book. Hea's finally quiet after an hour of frustration and both of them singing through their entire repertoire of lullabies. It’s still ridiculously hard to get her to sleep even after a year.
Moving Zhou Mi's arm so he can press himself against his side, he slips an arm around Zhou Mi's waist and rests his head on his shoulder.
"What?" Zhou Mi mumbles, distracted, still immersed in his book. Kyuhyun shifts, if possible, even closer, his lips dangerously close to Zhou Mi's ear.
"Sex," he whispers hot against Zhou Mi's skin, "really loud, hot, sweaty sex," he continues, his hand moving under the thin material of Zhou Mi's t-shirt. “Remember when we first started sleeping together? Fuck, just thinking about it...” Kyuhyun’s voice is all deep and laced with intentions; Zhou Mi tries so hard not to shiver. The book falls out of Zhou Mi’s hands when Kyuhyun moves to straddle him. “We haven’t really had a night to ourselves since Hea was born and the quick blowjobs when she’s sleeping don’t count.” Zhou Mi ‘mmm’s in agreement, letting his head fall back as Kyuhyun rocks his hips against his and presses kisses to his neck.
“Kyu, we have 13 baby-loving friends, I’m pretty sure we can find someone to babysit Hea for the night,” He says once Kyuhyun sits back and Kyuhyun runs his hands down Zhou Mi’s arms and intertwines their fingers.
“Yes, but do we really trust any of them?” Kyuhyun comments playing with their hands, lifting them up and resting his cheek against one. “And if you even think we’re letting Heechul baby sit Hea then I’m going to have to kill you.”
“I was thinking more of Eunhyuk and Eeteuk, Teuk’s the most reliable person ever and Hyuk... Well Hyuk’s just got an amusing face, perfect combination.”
“Okay... Okay,” Kyuhyun says and doesn’t meet Zhou Mi’s eye, “I just-Are we really ready to leave Hea for a night?”
“We?” Zhou Mi deadpans and Kyuhyun glares, “look, just think about how happy it will make Eeteuk, I’m pretty sure he’ll cry.”
“Okay, okay, okay. You call, I’ll shower because our lovely daughter threw up on me and I’m pretty sure that’s a big turn off. Although, I don’t think anything could actually keep you off me.” Zhou Mi raises his eyebrow and throws Kyuhyun off the bed.
*
No matter how many times Eeteuk denies it, the truth is he does actually cry and Zhou Mi has the decency to hang up before he bursts into hysterics. Kyuhyun starts going crazy half an hour before they’re supposed to arrive, packing ridiculous amounts of stuff into Hea’s baby pack and Zhou Mi has to unpack it all and replace it with the stuff that’s necessary. Which is not a framed picture of them or 30 different types of baby-grows, he has to remind Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun’s upstairs when they finally arrive, trying to calm his nerves by arranging and re-arranging Hea’s stuffed toy collection.
“Kyuhyun would be down here too, but I’m pretty sure he’d steal Hea back off of you and lock the door before you could go,” Zhou Mi passes the baby bag to Eunhyuk and turns around to pick up the baby carrier Hae’s in, running his finger over the small curve of her nose and kissing her on the forehead.
“Ugh, you’re both so domestic.” Eunhyuk grimaces whilst pulling a face, putting the baby bag over his shoulder.
“From the looks of it, you’re not far off.” Zhou Mi notes, pointedly looking at Eeteuk who’s cooing over Hea with hearts in his eyes.
“Oh god, no. Please don’t give him any ideas, I’m begging you.” Eunhyuk makes his eyes all wide and puts his hand together in prayer. Eeteuk hits him.
Taking the baby carrier handle off of Zhou Mi, Eeteuk steps out onto the porch and Eunhyuk follows, slipping an arm around his waist as they walk to the car. Zhou Mi thanks God Eeteuk isn’t the one driving.
The door slams shut and he barely has time to turn around before he’s being pushed back against it.
“Finally,” Kyuhyun breathes, his hair still damp from the shower, and threads his fingers through Zhou Mi’s hair. Kyuhyun pushes his leg between Zhou Mi’s, leaning up the short distance to press their lips together. It’s soft and slick in all the right places, Zhou Mi tilting his head to the side and licking along the length of Kyuhyun’s lower lip as his hands come down to cup Kyuhyun’s hips.
Arching off the door to completely close the distance between their bodies, Zhou Mi slides his hands around to Kyuhyun’s back and slips his fingertips under the waistband of Kyuhyun’s sweat pants, using the slight pressure to bring Kyuhyun’s hips up to his. He follows Kyuhyun’s tongue as it darts back into his mouth, licking along the roof of his mouth and only pulling back when his lungs tighten that bit more.
“Kyu,” he pants, his hands still pushing Kyuhyun’s hips into his as Kyuhyun tries to catch his breath, their foreheads resting together. His hands stay buried in Zhou Mi’s hair and he leaves one splayed across the back of Zhou Mi’s head, moving the other hand to brush down through his hair until it ends up cupping his neck, his thumb brushing against Zhou Mi’s ear lobe. “Kyu,” Zhou Mi manages, once again, his voice stronger now that his lungs aren’t constricted, “this is the first time that we actually don’t have to keep our voices down, we are not doing it in the hallway.” No matter how straight Zhou Mi keeps his face Kyuhyun still snorts, rolling his hips and stroking his thumb over the length of Zhou Mi’s ear.
“Well you better let me go otherwise we are going to end up doing it in the hallway.” Zhou Mi weighs out the options, the way Kyuhyun’s skin feels under his fingers, the warm unmade bed upstairs and adds that to the glint in Kyuhyun’s eyes.
Letting his head rest against Kyuhyun’s for a moment longer, he sighs and pulls his fingers out from under the waistband of Kyuhyun’s sweat pants. His hands only leave Kyuhyun’s skin for a moment as he turns around to face the other way, before he replaces his hands on his back and starts to push him upstairs.
“Patience is a virtue, you know,” Kyuhyun says over his shoulder, tripping over the first step as Zhou Mi tries to hurry him up.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love Hea, I love Hea so much that sometimes I actually want to cry. But a year, Kyu, twelve long months.”
“--Make Zhou Mi an unhappy China Man, I know, I know.” Zhou Mi laughs loud and open into the quiet of the house as they finally reach the upstairs landing and it sinks right into Kyuhyun's skin.
Kyuhyun’s barely outside the door before Zhou Mi’s pressed all along his back, pressing open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck and scraping his teeth over his pulse. They shuffle forward together, their legs getting tangled and it’s so clumsy and Zhou Mi giggles right in his ear and so perfect. Kyuhyun loves these moments the most; it reminds him how he fell so hard and fast and why he doesn’t regret it.
It takes a moment for them to make it through the door and Zhou Mi pushes Kyuhyun forward so he ends up face down on the bed with an oomph, the mattress bouncing under his weight. Zhou Mi has to laugh because it’s the only thing to do and he finds himself bracing himself on the door when the laughter starts getting harder.
“This could count as spousal abuse,” Kyuhyun says, muffled, into the covers and stretches out before flipping over. Grinning big and wide, Zhou Mi pushes off the door and towards the bed where Kyuhyun leans up on his elbows with his legs spread apart in invitation. Eunhyuk and Eeteuk are going to get many, many presents.
He shuffles up the bed and, in the most elegant way he can without kneeing Kyuhyun in the crotch, he straddles Kyuhyun’s thighs, leaning down so their faces are mere millimetres away. Resting his weight on one elbow, Kyuhyun reaches up with the other and brushes his fingers down Zhou Mi’s cheek until they trail under his chin. He crooks his finger and presses his thumb against Zhou Mi’s chin so he can lower his head, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to the side of his mouth.
“Hey,” Kyuhyun whispers in the gap between their lips, their breath mingling and he is so, so far gone. Zhou Mi’s eyes are shining and his lips are still curved into that heart-wrenching smile that Kyuhyun can’t help but kiss the same spot again, “love you.” Zhou Mi laughs again, but softer and quieter than before, answering with a kiss instead of with words.
Lying down and, with a hand behind Zhou Mi’s neck, pulling Zhou Mi down with him, Kyuhyun deepens the kiss and only pulling back briefly to suck at Zhou Mi’s bottom lip. One of Zhou Mi’s hands move up from his side to start pushing up the bottom of Kyuhyun’s top, his palm pressed flat against the pale, white skin of Kyuhyun’s stomach.
It takes a second for Kyuhyun to shed his t-shirt and, before Zhou Mi can dive headfirst back into the kiss, Kyuhyun tugs at Zhou Mi’s top, pulling it off over his head and tossing it somewhere to the side. Kyuhyun still doesn’t let Zhou Mi lean back down from where he’s sitting back on Kyuhyun’s thighs; he runs his fingers all the way down the smooth expanse of Zhou Mi’s chest, brushing over his nipples and tracing over the curve of his bottom rib.
Even though Zhou Mi shivers at the feather light touches of Kyuhyun’s fingers against his skin, he musters up all of his willpower and moves his hands to brush up Kyuhyun’s arms until he reaches his hands, lacing their fingers together. He pins Kyuhyun’s hands up above his head so that he can lean down and run the tip of his nose down Kyuhyun’s cheek until his lips find the pulsing skin of Kyuhyun’s neck.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun hisses as Zhou Mi licks a strip down his neck and scrapes his teeth along his collarbone, “after a year with just quick blowjobs I’m not going to last very long, you know.”
“Well you’re going to have to,” he singsongs in reply into the skin of Kyuhyun’s chest, curling his tongue around his nipple and unlacing one of his hands, bringing it down to hook his fingers into the waistband of Kyuhyun’s sweatpants, knowing full well that Kyuhyun never wears underwear under those things. He starts dragging them down, his mouth kissing the skin as it’s exposed and his tongue leaving a trail of wet across his skin.
It starts getting faster, then, Kyuhyun can only vaguely recall being anything but a stuttering mess. He tilts his hips up as Zhou Mi’s tongue drags hot and wet across his hip bone and he has to fist his hand in Zhou Mi’s hair to stop himself from reaching down a little further and taking things into his own hands. It takes a sharp tug to Zhou Mi's hair to bring him back up to Kyuhyun's lips.
"Seriously," Kyuhyun pants all bruised-lip and glazed-eyes, pushing the side of his face into the pillow as Zhou Mi starts to roll his, still-clothed, hips into Kyuhyun's, the friction completely unbearable, "not gunna last long at all."
He's still panting as he leans up to cup the back of Zhou Mi's neck, with one hand, kissing him hard and wet once again, his other hand fumbling over the side of the bed towards the nightstand. Kyuhyun makes a small, frustrated noise in the back of his throat when his hands come up with nothing, pulling back from Zhou Mi just so he can, begrudgingly, search through the drawer. Zhou Mi takes the opportunity to tug his own trousers off, managing to pull the left leg free as Kyuhyun makes a triumphant noise and then suddenly there is a mouth on his neck. Pulling the other leg free as Kyuhyun presses closer, Zhou Mi straddles his lap fully with Kyuhyun now sitting up.
His head starts to spin at the feel of skin and skin he'd missed so much, the way he wants to be closer but there's no way at all because he honestly can't tell where one of them starts and the other ends. Arching his back as Kyuhyun sucks at his pulse, biting down softly and spreading his hands out across Zhou Mi's back, he keeps their hips rolling against each other.
The kiss that Kyuhyun gets from Zhou Mi is hard enough that he falls back on the bed, the mattress bouncing under their weight. "Ow, ow, ow," Kyuhyun groans, pulling back from the kiss and arching his back so he can reach whatever’s under him. He pouts up at Zhou Mi and throws the tube of lube he'd just fallen on at Zhou Mi's head.
"Real romantic," Zhou Mi snorts as reaches for the lube anyway, popping the cap. He sits back whilst he pours the lube on his fingers, coating them, as he shuffles down to sit in between Kyuhyun's legs. With glassy-eyes, Zhou Mi watches Kyuhyun spread his legs, bending one and leaving the other one pressed around Zhou Mi until Zhou Mi uses his dry hand to hoist Kyuhyun's leg up onto his shoulder.
It's completely expected, but Kyuhyun still groans throatily and squeezes his eyes shut as Zhou Mi's finger presses into him. Kyuhyun remembers this, the heat spreading all the way to his toes and the wet, slick glide inside of him and he can't wait for the real stretch of Zhou Mi inside of him.
"More," he whispers, his eyes sliding shut as Zhou Mi rubs his finger inside, hitting the completely right spot. "Fuck, Zhou Mi. Just, more," he all but whimpers, bucking his hips and reaching up to grip Zhou Mi's shoulder. He slides another finger in, leaning down to lap at Kyuhyun's chest to sooth the burn of the stretch
Scissoring his fingers and starting a slow, steady rhythm, Zhou Mi bites a trail down his chest and uses his other hand to grip the base of Kyuhyun's cock, licking over the tip. This is the first time that any attention has been put on that part of Kyuhyun's body and Zhou Mi can feel his leg tense up from it's place over his shoulder and the moan that escapes his mouth goes straight through him and his own cock starts twitching. Kyuhyun tries so hard not to buck his hips, pushing his heel into Zhou Mi's back as he sucks the tip of Kyuhyun's cock in his mouth, softly squeezing the base. Once again, Kyuhyun fists his hand in Zhou Mi's hair and tugs it sharply.
"'Mmm ready," Kyuhyun manages, the sweat starting to pool in his collarbone and Zhou Mi pulls his fingers out, reaching for the lube again. They don't bother with condoms anymore, they're both faithful and both tested and it's so, so much better.
Before Zhou Mi can open the lube once again, Kyuhyun takes it off of him, using the leg that's not over Zhou Mi’s shoulder to loop around his back and pull him closer. He leans up slightly, using one elbow to support him as he pours the lube on his hand, wrapping his hand around Zhou Mi. All the blood rushes from Zhou Mi's head to the pit of his stomach and he lets out a small whimper.
Kyuhyun pulls his hand away and, with lack of anything better, grabs his t-shirt off the floor to wipe the excess lube off of his hand, completely ignoring the disgusted looks Zhou Mi sends him. He lets Zhou Mi lift up his other leg and hook it over his shoulder using the contact to pull Zhou Mi closer.
"Sure you're ready?" Zhou Mi asks, leaning his head to the side to rest against Kyuhyun's leg over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the skin.
"I've been ready for twelve long months," Kyuhyun mocks, although his toes curl in pleasure when Zhou Mi's thumb brushes the back of Kyuhyun's knees. Zhou Mi growls in response, completely considering taking revenge by thrusting sharp and fast into Kyuhyun, but as soon as the tip of his cock is engulfed by the warmth, he has to reconsider.
With a hand next to Kyuhyun's head holding him up, he slowly pushes in all the way, taking pleasure in the way that Kyuhyun presses his head back into the pillow, exposing the pale, white column of his neck. He takes the time that Kyuhyun needs to adjust to the familiar feeling to press butterfly kisses all along his neck. No matter how many times they do this, the feeling is always intense, he loves being so full and stretched so open, even if it turns him into a sweating, incoherent mess.
Zhou Mi pushes up from Kyuhyun's neck, still leaning over him with his hair hanging in his eyes, starting up a slow pace. It's all tight, hot, heat and delicious noises keep falling out of Kyuhyun’s mouth and it's perfect and everything.
He thrusts shallowly first, taking the time to watch every change in Kyuhyun's expression until Kyuhyun pulls Zhou Mi towards him and bites at his jaw, soothing it with a lick up to his mouth and crushing their lips together. It forces Zhou Mi deeper and he cups Kyuhyun's hip in his hand, using the leverage to make every thrust deep.
Kyuhyun gets distracted from the kiss, his grip loosening on Zhou Mi's neck as he gets faster and he lets his head loll back onto the pillow. Lifting Kyuhyun's hips even more, Zhou Mi angles his thrusts and that's when Kyuhyun's moans start to crack.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kyuhyun pants, fisting his hands in the sheets and meeting Zhou Mi's thrusts. "Do that again, fuck." Zhou Mi knows exactly what Kyuhyun is talking about and where he is talking about, but he feigns obliviousness, thrusting sharply at the same angle and watching as Kyuhyun's eyes roll back, his heels digging into Zhou Mi's back. Kyuhyun subconsciously clenches around him every few thrusts and every time it makes Zhou Mi whimper and he’s so close.
“So close,” Zhou Mi grits out, his head rested on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, clenching his teeth as his thrusts get more erratic and his arms start shaking from exhaustion.
“No, not yet,” Kyuhyun whispers through a moan and arches up as Zhou Mi thrusts particularly hard, “hold on a little longer.” He unclenches his hand from where it was gripping the bed sheets and slides it between their bodies, wrapping his hand around himself.
The first stroke nearly sends him over the edge, but he holds on and curls his toes, his whole body tensing up. Zhou Mi only then notices what Kyuhyun’s doing and he starts to move the hand that’s been gripping Kyuhyun’s hips towards where Kyuhyun’s hand is curled around his cock, but Kyuhyun stops him with a bite to his shoulder. “Don’t want you doing all the work, Mi,” Kyuhyun huffs out, using his other hand to pull Zhou Mi’s head down so their lips meet.
It’s sloppy with too much teeth but it fits the moment and Zhou Mi presses forward even more, almost bending Kyuhyun in half, just so he can deepen the kiss. His tongue runs all over the roof of Kyuhyun’s mouth, curling around his and tugging at his bottom lip.
Zhou Mi can feel it coming, when his hips start to snap forward irregularly and he finds it near to impossible to control anything that comes out of his mouth, but it’s Kyuhyun who lets go first. He gives a small whine against Zhou Mi’s lips in warning, fisting his cock harder and stroking it faster as he pulls away quickly from the kiss to moan loud and cracked into the room. It’s the tightening of Kyuhyun’s muscles around Zhou Mi, as he spills over his fist and chest, that finally sends him over the edge and he fists the covers above Kyuhyun’s head as he cums inside of him, seeing stars and breathing all over Kyuhyun’s neck.
He gives a last, sloppy thrust, which makes Kyuhyun whimper, before he pulls out completely and collapses on top of him.
“Holy shit,” Kyuhyun breathes into Zhou Mi’s hair, running his hand down his sweaty back. “This is why you should always listen to me and should realize that I’m, in fact, a genius.” Zhou Mi laughs breathily, his chest still heaving and he tucks his head under Kyuhyun's chin.
“Fjdoisjfdusijrsdhu,” Stumbles out of Zhou Mi's mouth, neither Kyuhyun nor Zhou Mi can tell whether it's Chinese or Korean. Laughing, Kyuhyun drags his fingers up Zhou Mi's back and threads his fingers through the short hairs at the back of Zhou Mi's head. Zhou Mi hums contentedly, tilting his head up to press his lips against Kyuhyun's jaw, the taste of sweat distinct on his tongue.
One of Zhou Mi's hands come up to cup Kyuhyun jaw as he leans up to press their lips together, Kyuhyun places his hand over the one on his cheek and entwines their fingers, smiling against Zhou Mi's lips.
"We need to shower," Zhou Mi whispers when he pulls back and once he regains his coherency. Kyuhyun huffs, his eyes slipping shut as Zhou Mi runs the tip of his nose over his cheek, the feeling of complete bliss running through every vein in his body.
“Complications, complications.” Kyuhyun sighs, his mouth falling open with a whimper when Zhou Mi starts to suck on his earlobe.
“You never know, after the shower I might be up for a second round.” Scraping his teeth against the sensitive shell of Kyuhyun’s ear, he watches the cogs slowly turn in Kyuhyun’s head and before he knows it he’s sprawled on the floor.
“C’mon, hurry up,” Kyuhyun says, completely clothes-less, already at the door of their ensuite bathroom, “time’s a wastin’. Showers to see, people to do.”
*
Unfortunately, they don’t make it to the next round because when Zhou Mi (‘finally’ Kyuhyun would say, exasperated, ‘why does everyone think I’m the Umma?’) finishes drying his hair and steps out of the bathroom, Kyuhyun is spread out facedown and, seemingly, fast asleep. He shifts in his sleep, turning his head to the side and curls his hand in the covers he’s lying on top of. Although he’s heard it so many times before, Zhou Mi feels his heart tug at the small, snuffling sound Kyuhyun makes in his sleep.
“Stop staring at me you creeper,” Kyuhyun mumbles into the sheets without even opening his eyes.
“Like I’d stare at you, your face is an eyesore,” Zhou Mi snorts without missing a beat, pulling on a pair of clean boxers and flipping the light switch off so he has to fumble in the dark.
“Lying isn’t good for the soul,” Kyuhyun sing-songs, his face still half-buried in the bed covers so it comes out muffled. Zhou Mi stubs his toe and trips over his own feet, as he tries to navigate through the darkness, and ends up sprawled across the bed, half on Kyuhyun with an ‘ooph’. “First you insult me and then you cause me bodily harm. I hate you, I should get Kangin on you.” Zhou Mi snorts, once again, rolling off of Kyuhyun and pulling out the bed cover from under them both and pulling it over them.
“You’re half asleep, stop threatening me.” Shifting closer, Kyuhyun presses along his side, slipping an arm around his waist, and rests his head on the pillow right next to Zhou Mi’s. Zhou Mi nudges Kyuhyun’s leg with his foot so that he slides it in between Zhou Mi’s.
“Okay, remind me in the morning that I hate you.”
“You could never hate me, it’s physically impossible,” Zhou Mi grins wide into the dark, his eyes finally adjusted enough to the lack of light so that, when he turns his head to the side, he can make out Kyuhyun staring at him with half of his face buried in the pillow. Kyuhyun pulls a face of disbelief and Zhou Mi growls, sliding forward and kissing him hard, soothing the clash of lips with a gentle hand through Kyuhyun’s hair and a soft swipe of his tongue.
Rubbing his foot down Zhou Mi’s leg, Kyuhyun hums content against his lips when the kiss becomes less bruising and it turns into just soft presses with open mouths.
“Still hate me?” Zhou Mi questions and quirks his eyebrow after they break apart, Kyuhyun exhaling deep breaths into the pillow in hopes of him getting his breath back. Smiling softly, Kyuhyun shifts closer and rests his head on Zhou Mi’s shoulder, his hand on Zhou Mi’s stomach and presses a kiss to his collarbone.
“Shh, sleep. I’ve also gone 4 weeks without sleep; round 2 can wait until the morning.” Zhou Mi rolls his eyes but curls one arm around Kyuhyun’s back, anyway, and places his hand over Kyuhyun’s, entwining their fingers. Zhou Mi’s almost asleep when Kyuhyun shifts against him and whispers, “I still hate you, though.”
*
It’s only about an hour later when Zhou Mi blearily wakes up to the sound of Kyuhyun’s soft voice and cold all down the side that Kyuhyun was pressed up against before. He silently yawns, his eyes sliding open and the first thing he sees is Kyuhyun on the phone sitting up on the edge of the bed, his back facing Zhou Mi.
The moonlight shines through the open curtains, the only source of light, Kyuhyun’s bare back glistens under the light and Zhou Mi can’t help but shift forward and run the back of two fingers down his spine. Kyuhyun turns his head around to smile at Zhou Mi, lying back so that his head rests on his stomach but his legs still dangle off the side of the bed and Zhou Mi rests a hand on Kyuhyun’s chest.
“Eunhyuk, for God’s sake put Hea on the phone... I know she can’t talk yet. Just... No, I-What?” Kyuhyun huffs in frustration and Zhou Mi tries to sooth it by massaging Kyuhyun’s scalp lightly. “Eeteuk, finally, I honestly don’t know how you put with Hyuk. Anyway please put Hea on the phone... Thank you.” Kyuhyun hums impatiently, puts the phone on speaker so Zhou Mi can listen and his eyes light up when he hears the soft, meaningless babbling of his daughter.
“Hey baby,” Kyuhyun whispers into the phone, his eyes sparkling, “it’s Kyu Appa. You be a good girl for Eeteuk,” there’s no doubt that they’ve put it on speaker as well, so Kyuhyun adds “and remember to pull Eunhyuk’s hair extra hard and only cry when he holds you.” There’s an indignant noise somewhere in the background and before Eunhyuk can retort there’s the quietest, cutest giggle followed by ‘Appa’. Zhou Mi shoots up into sitting position, sending Kyuhyun off of his chest and down into his lap.
“Was that... Was that Hea?” Zhou Mi stutters out, looking down at Kyuhyun whose eyes are wide and glistening with wet, cheeks rosy and hair pushed out of his face.
Zhou Mi falls in love all over again.
OH GOD, SO SCHMOOPY. i wont comment on how indifferent i am about this fic. idek, i never like anything i write. but i was so determined to finish this fic by the end of the month and there are probably still a few grammar/spelling mistakes, sorry. i have some dbsk drabbles lined up. so, uhm. yeah. and i might also have some schmoopy back story to this ): i honestly dont think i'll ever write angst. schmoooooooop.
kyuhyun/zhou mi (eeteuk/eunhyuk), 5,251 words.
early christmas present for anglosaxons, i wanted kidfic, she wanted qmi smut. so, basically, she is the only reason schmoopy, self-indulgent kidfic turned into lengthy smut. but it's still schmoopy. oh, so schmoopy.
warning: sex. and the fact that i completely ignore the fact that gay marriage isn't ~recognized in korea, lets just pretend.
Zhou Hea is born on the evening of the 28th of October. It's love at first sight and Kyuhyun finds himself falling deeper as she yawns, hand curling around Kyuhyun's finger. Zhou Mi’s pressed up behind him, an arm looped around waist and the other stroking the tiny, tiny toes that stick out from the pink blanket.
“She’s beautiful.” Zhou Mi says hoarsely, running his thumb along the soft curve of Hea’s foot. Kyuhyun tries to say something, but all the words get caught in his throat and all he can do is briefly lean back into Zhou Mi. He pulls out of Zhou Mi’s embrace, turning around to face him and holding out Hea.
“C’mon, you can go play Pass-The-Baby outside with everyone but let Donghae hold her first, I promised.” Kyuhyun smiles up at him, gently passing Hea into Zhou Mi’s welcome arms and places a soft kiss on his lips and then on Hea’s forehead. Zhou Mi just grins, turning around to open the door with his foot and show Hea off to the rest of the world. Or the 13 anxious men outside.
Smiling softly, Kyuhyun turns away from the door and towards his sister who’s lying back in the hospital bed watching the whole scene with teary-eyes.
“Thank you so much,” Kyuhyun manages, taking steps towards the bed, “really, thank you so much. I owe you my life, if you ever need a kidney or a... a lung have mine.” Kyuhyun’s sister snorts, reaching out to hold Kyuhyun’s hand with both of hers.
“Seeing you and Zhou Mi this happy is enough,” she smiles up at him, “but, next time you want a favour, make it one that doesn’t last 9 months and doesn’t make me crave pizza in the middle of the night. Maybe your next favour can be me letting you buy me coffee.” Kyuhyun laughs, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his thumb over his sister’s fingers.
“Whenever you’re feeling up for it, I will buy you as much coffee as you want.” Kyuhyun’s still laughing when he pulls his hands out from between his sister’s, looping his arms around her neck in a hug. She hugs back, letting Kyuhyun press his face into the crook of her neck and it’s so tight and warm and he’s so overwhelmed that he doesn’t realize he’s sobbing until she starts whispering soothing words into his ear.
*
When Kyuhyun exits the hospital room for the first time, he’s met with Zhou Mi fast asleep sprawled out on one of the plastic waiting chairs, using Sungmin as a pillow, and Heechul standing nearby, holding Hea in his arms.
“Remember, Heechul Oppa is your favourite,” he whispers to her with his head bent, Hankyung standing next to him with his hand hooked in his belt loop, “I’ll teach you everything you ever need to know about boys... And Chinese men if your taste is anything like your Umma’s.”
“Hey!” Kyuhyun says indignantly, catching the end of Heechul’s sentence, “I’m not the Umma.”
“I will also teach you that no matter what anyone says, Kyuhyun is your Umma.” Heechul continues, completely ignoring Kyuhyun and Hankyung laughs from next to him. “Also, I’ll teach you that sometimes it’s okay to put out on a first date-“
“Okay, okay. That’s enough corrupting, give me my baby back.” Kyuhyun interrupts, holding his arms out and glaring at Heechul.
*
There are birthdays and things go wrong and Hea gets a bad cold and Kyuhyun cries and Zhou Mi cries and Hea cries and it’s all hectic but so much more than they ever could’ve asked for.
*
"You know what I miss?" Kyuhyun huffs out as he flops back on the bed next to Zhou Mi who's propped up against the headboard, reading a book. Hea's finally quiet after an hour of frustration and both of them singing through their entire repertoire of lullabies. It’s still ridiculously hard to get her to sleep even after a year.
Moving Zhou Mi's arm so he can press himself against his side, he slips an arm around Zhou Mi's waist and rests his head on his shoulder.
"What?" Zhou Mi mumbles, distracted, still immersed in his book. Kyuhyun shifts, if possible, even closer, his lips dangerously close to Zhou Mi's ear.
"Sex," he whispers hot against Zhou Mi's skin, "really loud, hot, sweaty sex," he continues, his hand moving under the thin material of Zhou Mi's t-shirt. “Remember when we first started sleeping together? Fuck, just thinking about it...” Kyuhyun’s voice is all deep and laced with intentions; Zhou Mi tries so hard not to shiver. The book falls out of Zhou Mi’s hands when Kyuhyun moves to straddle him. “We haven’t really had a night to ourselves since Hea was born and the quick blowjobs when she’s sleeping don’t count.” Zhou Mi ‘mmm’s in agreement, letting his head fall back as Kyuhyun rocks his hips against his and presses kisses to his neck.
“Kyu, we have 13 baby-loving friends, I’m pretty sure we can find someone to babysit Hea for the night,” He says once Kyuhyun sits back and Kyuhyun runs his hands down Zhou Mi’s arms and intertwines their fingers.
“Yes, but do we really trust any of them?” Kyuhyun comments playing with their hands, lifting them up and resting his cheek against one. “And if you even think we’re letting Heechul baby sit Hea then I’m going to have to kill you.”
“I was thinking more of Eunhyuk and Eeteuk, Teuk’s the most reliable person ever and Hyuk... Well Hyuk’s just got an amusing face, perfect combination.”
“Okay... Okay,” Kyuhyun says and doesn’t meet Zhou Mi’s eye, “I just-Are we really ready to leave Hea for a night?”
“We?” Zhou Mi deadpans and Kyuhyun glares, “look, just think about how happy it will make Eeteuk, I’m pretty sure he’ll cry.”
“Okay, okay, okay. You call, I’ll shower because our lovely daughter threw up on me and I’m pretty sure that’s a big turn off. Although, I don’t think anything could actually keep you off me.” Zhou Mi raises his eyebrow and throws Kyuhyun off the bed.
*
No matter how many times Eeteuk denies it, the truth is he does actually cry and Zhou Mi has the decency to hang up before he bursts into hysterics. Kyuhyun starts going crazy half an hour before they’re supposed to arrive, packing ridiculous amounts of stuff into Hea’s baby pack and Zhou Mi has to unpack it all and replace it with the stuff that’s necessary. Which is not a framed picture of them or 30 different types of baby-grows, he has to remind Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun’s upstairs when they finally arrive, trying to calm his nerves by arranging and re-arranging Hea’s stuffed toy collection.
“Kyuhyun would be down here too, but I’m pretty sure he’d steal Hea back off of you and lock the door before you could go,” Zhou Mi passes the baby bag to Eunhyuk and turns around to pick up the baby carrier Hae’s in, running his finger over the small curve of her nose and kissing her on the forehead.
“Ugh, you’re both so domestic.” Eunhyuk grimaces whilst pulling a face, putting the baby bag over his shoulder.
“From the looks of it, you’re not far off.” Zhou Mi notes, pointedly looking at Eeteuk who’s cooing over Hea with hearts in his eyes.
“Oh god, no. Please don’t give him any ideas, I’m begging you.” Eunhyuk makes his eyes all wide and puts his hand together in prayer. Eeteuk hits him.
Taking the baby carrier handle off of Zhou Mi, Eeteuk steps out onto the porch and Eunhyuk follows, slipping an arm around his waist as they walk to the car. Zhou Mi thanks God Eeteuk isn’t the one driving.
The door slams shut and he barely has time to turn around before he’s being pushed back against it.
“Finally,” Kyuhyun breathes, his hair still damp from the shower, and threads his fingers through Zhou Mi’s hair. Kyuhyun pushes his leg between Zhou Mi’s, leaning up the short distance to press their lips together. It’s soft and slick in all the right places, Zhou Mi tilting his head to the side and licking along the length of Kyuhyun’s lower lip as his hands come down to cup Kyuhyun’s hips.
Arching off the door to completely close the distance between their bodies, Zhou Mi slides his hands around to Kyuhyun’s back and slips his fingertips under the waistband of Kyuhyun’s sweat pants, using the slight pressure to bring Kyuhyun’s hips up to his. He follows Kyuhyun’s tongue as it darts back into his mouth, licking along the roof of his mouth and only pulling back when his lungs tighten that bit more.
“Kyu,” he pants, his hands still pushing Kyuhyun’s hips into his as Kyuhyun tries to catch his breath, their foreheads resting together. His hands stay buried in Zhou Mi’s hair and he leaves one splayed across the back of Zhou Mi’s head, moving the other hand to brush down through his hair until it ends up cupping his neck, his thumb brushing against Zhou Mi’s ear lobe. “Kyu,” Zhou Mi manages, once again, his voice stronger now that his lungs aren’t constricted, “this is the first time that we actually don’t have to keep our voices down, we are not doing it in the hallway.” No matter how straight Zhou Mi keeps his face Kyuhyun still snorts, rolling his hips and stroking his thumb over the length of Zhou Mi’s ear.
“Well you better let me go otherwise we are going to end up doing it in the hallway.” Zhou Mi weighs out the options, the way Kyuhyun’s skin feels under his fingers, the warm unmade bed upstairs and adds that to the glint in Kyuhyun’s eyes.
Letting his head rest against Kyuhyun’s for a moment longer, he sighs and pulls his fingers out from under the waistband of Kyuhyun’s sweat pants. His hands only leave Kyuhyun’s skin for a moment as he turns around to face the other way, before he replaces his hands on his back and starts to push him upstairs.
“Patience is a virtue, you know,” Kyuhyun says over his shoulder, tripping over the first step as Zhou Mi tries to hurry him up.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love Hea, I love Hea so much that sometimes I actually want to cry. But a year, Kyu, twelve long months.”
“--Make Zhou Mi an unhappy China Man, I know, I know.” Zhou Mi laughs loud and open into the quiet of the house as they finally reach the upstairs landing and it sinks right into Kyuhyun's skin.
Kyuhyun’s barely outside the door before Zhou Mi’s pressed all along his back, pressing open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck and scraping his teeth over his pulse. They shuffle forward together, their legs getting tangled and it’s so clumsy and Zhou Mi giggles right in his ear and so perfect. Kyuhyun loves these moments the most; it reminds him how he fell so hard and fast and why he doesn’t regret it.
It takes a moment for them to make it through the door and Zhou Mi pushes Kyuhyun forward so he ends up face down on the bed with an oomph, the mattress bouncing under his weight. Zhou Mi has to laugh because it’s the only thing to do and he finds himself bracing himself on the door when the laughter starts getting harder.
“This could count as spousal abuse,” Kyuhyun says, muffled, into the covers and stretches out before flipping over. Grinning big and wide, Zhou Mi pushes off the door and towards the bed where Kyuhyun leans up on his elbows with his legs spread apart in invitation. Eunhyuk and Eeteuk are going to get many, many presents.
He shuffles up the bed and, in the most elegant way he can without kneeing Kyuhyun in the crotch, he straddles Kyuhyun’s thighs, leaning down so their faces are mere millimetres away. Resting his weight on one elbow, Kyuhyun reaches up with the other and brushes his fingers down Zhou Mi’s cheek until they trail under his chin. He crooks his finger and presses his thumb against Zhou Mi’s chin so he can lower his head, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to the side of his mouth.
“Hey,” Kyuhyun whispers in the gap between their lips, their breath mingling and he is so, so far gone. Zhou Mi’s eyes are shining and his lips are still curved into that heart-wrenching smile that Kyuhyun can’t help but kiss the same spot again, “love you.” Zhou Mi laughs again, but softer and quieter than before, answering with a kiss instead of with words.
Lying down and, with a hand behind Zhou Mi’s neck, pulling Zhou Mi down with him, Kyuhyun deepens the kiss and only pulling back briefly to suck at Zhou Mi’s bottom lip. One of Zhou Mi’s hands move up from his side to start pushing up the bottom of Kyuhyun’s top, his palm pressed flat against the pale, white skin of Kyuhyun’s stomach.
It takes a second for Kyuhyun to shed his t-shirt and, before Zhou Mi can dive headfirst back into the kiss, Kyuhyun tugs at Zhou Mi’s top, pulling it off over his head and tossing it somewhere to the side. Kyuhyun still doesn’t let Zhou Mi lean back down from where he’s sitting back on Kyuhyun’s thighs; he runs his fingers all the way down the smooth expanse of Zhou Mi’s chest, brushing over his nipples and tracing over the curve of his bottom rib.
Even though Zhou Mi shivers at the feather light touches of Kyuhyun’s fingers against his skin, he musters up all of his willpower and moves his hands to brush up Kyuhyun’s arms until he reaches his hands, lacing their fingers together. He pins Kyuhyun’s hands up above his head so that he can lean down and run the tip of his nose down Kyuhyun’s cheek until his lips find the pulsing skin of Kyuhyun’s neck.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun hisses as Zhou Mi licks a strip down his neck and scrapes his teeth along his collarbone, “after a year with just quick blowjobs I’m not going to last very long, you know.”
“Well you’re going to have to,” he singsongs in reply into the skin of Kyuhyun’s chest, curling his tongue around his nipple and unlacing one of his hands, bringing it down to hook his fingers into the waistband of Kyuhyun’s sweatpants, knowing full well that Kyuhyun never wears underwear under those things. He starts dragging them down, his mouth kissing the skin as it’s exposed and his tongue leaving a trail of wet across his skin.
It starts getting faster, then, Kyuhyun can only vaguely recall being anything but a stuttering mess. He tilts his hips up as Zhou Mi’s tongue drags hot and wet across his hip bone and he has to fist his hand in Zhou Mi’s hair to stop himself from reaching down a little further and taking things into his own hands. It takes a sharp tug to Zhou Mi's hair to bring him back up to Kyuhyun's lips.
"Seriously," Kyuhyun pants all bruised-lip and glazed-eyes, pushing the side of his face into the pillow as Zhou Mi starts to roll his, still-clothed, hips into Kyuhyun's, the friction completely unbearable, "not gunna last long at all."
He's still panting as he leans up to cup the back of Zhou Mi's neck, with one hand, kissing him hard and wet once again, his other hand fumbling over the side of the bed towards the nightstand. Kyuhyun makes a small, frustrated noise in the back of his throat when his hands come up with nothing, pulling back from Zhou Mi just so he can, begrudgingly, search through the drawer. Zhou Mi takes the opportunity to tug his own trousers off, managing to pull the left leg free as Kyuhyun makes a triumphant noise and then suddenly there is a mouth on his neck. Pulling the other leg free as Kyuhyun presses closer, Zhou Mi straddles his lap fully with Kyuhyun now sitting up.
His head starts to spin at the feel of skin and skin he'd missed so much, the way he wants to be closer but there's no way at all because he honestly can't tell where one of them starts and the other ends. Arching his back as Kyuhyun sucks at his pulse, biting down softly and spreading his hands out across Zhou Mi's back, he keeps their hips rolling against each other.
The kiss that Kyuhyun gets from Zhou Mi is hard enough that he falls back on the bed, the mattress bouncing under their weight. "Ow, ow, ow," Kyuhyun groans, pulling back from the kiss and arching his back so he can reach whatever’s under him. He pouts up at Zhou Mi and throws the tube of lube he'd just fallen on at Zhou Mi's head.
"Real romantic," Zhou Mi snorts as reaches for the lube anyway, popping the cap. He sits back whilst he pours the lube on his fingers, coating them, as he shuffles down to sit in between Kyuhyun's legs. With glassy-eyes, Zhou Mi watches Kyuhyun spread his legs, bending one and leaving the other one pressed around Zhou Mi until Zhou Mi uses his dry hand to hoist Kyuhyun's leg up onto his shoulder.
It's completely expected, but Kyuhyun still groans throatily and squeezes his eyes shut as Zhou Mi's finger presses into him. Kyuhyun remembers this, the heat spreading all the way to his toes and the wet, slick glide inside of him and he can't wait for the real stretch of Zhou Mi inside of him.
"More," he whispers, his eyes sliding shut as Zhou Mi rubs his finger inside, hitting the completely right spot. "Fuck, Zhou Mi. Just, more," he all but whimpers, bucking his hips and reaching up to grip Zhou Mi's shoulder. He slides another finger in, leaning down to lap at Kyuhyun's chest to sooth the burn of the stretch
Scissoring his fingers and starting a slow, steady rhythm, Zhou Mi bites a trail down his chest and uses his other hand to grip the base of Kyuhyun's cock, licking over the tip. This is the first time that any attention has been put on that part of Kyuhyun's body and Zhou Mi can feel his leg tense up from it's place over his shoulder and the moan that escapes his mouth goes straight through him and his own cock starts twitching. Kyuhyun tries so hard not to buck his hips, pushing his heel into Zhou Mi's back as he sucks the tip of Kyuhyun's cock in his mouth, softly squeezing the base. Once again, Kyuhyun fists his hand in Zhou Mi's hair and tugs it sharply.
"'Mmm ready," Kyuhyun manages, the sweat starting to pool in his collarbone and Zhou Mi pulls his fingers out, reaching for the lube again. They don't bother with condoms anymore, they're both faithful and both tested and it's so, so much better.
Before Zhou Mi can open the lube once again, Kyuhyun takes it off of him, using the leg that's not over Zhou Mi’s shoulder to loop around his back and pull him closer. He leans up slightly, using one elbow to support him as he pours the lube on his hand, wrapping his hand around Zhou Mi. All the blood rushes from Zhou Mi's head to the pit of his stomach and he lets out a small whimper.
Kyuhyun pulls his hand away and, with lack of anything better, grabs his t-shirt off the floor to wipe the excess lube off of his hand, completely ignoring the disgusted looks Zhou Mi sends him. He lets Zhou Mi lift up his other leg and hook it over his shoulder using the contact to pull Zhou Mi closer.
"Sure you're ready?" Zhou Mi asks, leaning his head to the side to rest against Kyuhyun's leg over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the skin.
"I've been ready for twelve long months," Kyuhyun mocks, although his toes curl in pleasure when Zhou Mi's thumb brushes the back of Kyuhyun's knees. Zhou Mi growls in response, completely considering taking revenge by thrusting sharp and fast into Kyuhyun, but as soon as the tip of his cock is engulfed by the warmth, he has to reconsider.
With a hand next to Kyuhyun's head holding him up, he slowly pushes in all the way, taking pleasure in the way that Kyuhyun presses his head back into the pillow, exposing the pale, white column of his neck. He takes the time that Kyuhyun needs to adjust to the familiar feeling to press butterfly kisses all along his neck. No matter how many times they do this, the feeling is always intense, he loves being so full and stretched so open, even if it turns him into a sweating, incoherent mess.
Zhou Mi pushes up from Kyuhyun's neck, still leaning over him with his hair hanging in his eyes, starting up a slow pace. It's all tight, hot, heat and delicious noises keep falling out of Kyuhyun’s mouth and it's perfect and everything.
He thrusts shallowly first, taking the time to watch every change in Kyuhyun's expression until Kyuhyun pulls Zhou Mi towards him and bites at his jaw, soothing it with a lick up to his mouth and crushing their lips together. It forces Zhou Mi deeper and he cups Kyuhyun's hip in his hand, using the leverage to make every thrust deep.
Kyuhyun gets distracted from the kiss, his grip loosening on Zhou Mi's neck as he gets faster and he lets his head loll back onto the pillow. Lifting Kyuhyun's hips even more, Zhou Mi angles his thrusts and that's when Kyuhyun's moans start to crack.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kyuhyun pants, fisting his hands in the sheets and meeting Zhou Mi's thrusts. "Do that again, fuck." Zhou Mi knows exactly what Kyuhyun is talking about and where he is talking about, but he feigns obliviousness, thrusting sharply at the same angle and watching as Kyuhyun's eyes roll back, his heels digging into Zhou Mi's back. Kyuhyun subconsciously clenches around him every few thrusts and every time it makes Zhou Mi whimper and he’s so close.
“So close,” Zhou Mi grits out, his head rested on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, clenching his teeth as his thrusts get more erratic and his arms start shaking from exhaustion.
“No, not yet,” Kyuhyun whispers through a moan and arches up as Zhou Mi thrusts particularly hard, “hold on a little longer.” He unclenches his hand from where it was gripping the bed sheets and slides it between their bodies, wrapping his hand around himself.
The first stroke nearly sends him over the edge, but he holds on and curls his toes, his whole body tensing up. Zhou Mi only then notices what Kyuhyun’s doing and he starts to move the hand that’s been gripping Kyuhyun’s hips towards where Kyuhyun’s hand is curled around his cock, but Kyuhyun stops him with a bite to his shoulder. “Don’t want you doing all the work, Mi,” Kyuhyun huffs out, using his other hand to pull Zhou Mi’s head down so their lips meet.
It’s sloppy with too much teeth but it fits the moment and Zhou Mi presses forward even more, almost bending Kyuhyun in half, just so he can deepen the kiss. His tongue runs all over the roof of Kyuhyun’s mouth, curling around his and tugging at his bottom lip.
Zhou Mi can feel it coming, when his hips start to snap forward irregularly and he finds it near to impossible to control anything that comes out of his mouth, but it’s Kyuhyun who lets go first. He gives a small whine against Zhou Mi’s lips in warning, fisting his cock harder and stroking it faster as he pulls away quickly from the kiss to moan loud and cracked into the room. It’s the tightening of Kyuhyun’s muscles around Zhou Mi, as he spills over his fist and chest, that finally sends him over the edge and he fists the covers above Kyuhyun’s head as he cums inside of him, seeing stars and breathing all over Kyuhyun’s neck.
He gives a last, sloppy thrust, which makes Kyuhyun whimper, before he pulls out completely and collapses on top of him.
“Holy shit,” Kyuhyun breathes into Zhou Mi’s hair, running his hand down his sweaty back. “This is why you should always listen to me and should realize that I’m, in fact, a genius.” Zhou Mi laughs breathily, his chest still heaving and he tucks his head under Kyuhyun's chin.
“Fjdoisjfdusijrsdhu,” Stumbles out of Zhou Mi's mouth, neither Kyuhyun nor Zhou Mi can tell whether it's Chinese or Korean. Laughing, Kyuhyun drags his fingers up Zhou Mi's back and threads his fingers through the short hairs at the back of Zhou Mi's head. Zhou Mi hums contentedly, tilting his head up to press his lips against Kyuhyun's jaw, the taste of sweat distinct on his tongue.
One of Zhou Mi's hands come up to cup Kyuhyun jaw as he leans up to press their lips together, Kyuhyun places his hand over the one on his cheek and entwines their fingers, smiling against Zhou Mi's lips.
"We need to shower," Zhou Mi whispers when he pulls back and once he regains his coherency. Kyuhyun huffs, his eyes slipping shut as Zhou Mi runs the tip of his nose over his cheek, the feeling of complete bliss running through every vein in his body.
“Complications, complications.” Kyuhyun sighs, his mouth falling open with a whimper when Zhou Mi starts to suck on his earlobe.
“You never know, after the shower I might be up for a second round.” Scraping his teeth against the sensitive shell of Kyuhyun’s ear, he watches the cogs slowly turn in Kyuhyun’s head and before he knows it he’s sprawled on the floor.
“C’mon, hurry up,” Kyuhyun says, completely clothes-less, already at the door of their ensuite bathroom, “time’s a wastin’. Showers to see, people to do.”
*
Unfortunately, they don’t make it to the next round because when Zhou Mi (‘finally’ Kyuhyun would say, exasperated, ‘why does everyone think I’m the Umma?’) finishes drying his hair and steps out of the bathroom, Kyuhyun is spread out facedown and, seemingly, fast asleep. He shifts in his sleep, turning his head to the side and curls his hand in the covers he’s lying on top of. Although he’s heard it so many times before, Zhou Mi feels his heart tug at the small, snuffling sound Kyuhyun makes in his sleep.
“Stop staring at me you creeper,” Kyuhyun mumbles into the sheets without even opening his eyes.
“Like I’d stare at you, your face is an eyesore,” Zhou Mi snorts without missing a beat, pulling on a pair of clean boxers and flipping the light switch off so he has to fumble in the dark.
“Lying isn’t good for the soul,” Kyuhyun sing-songs, his face still half-buried in the bed covers so it comes out muffled. Zhou Mi stubs his toe and trips over his own feet, as he tries to navigate through the darkness, and ends up sprawled across the bed, half on Kyuhyun with an ‘ooph’. “First you insult me and then you cause me bodily harm. I hate you, I should get Kangin on you.” Zhou Mi snorts, once again, rolling off of Kyuhyun and pulling out the bed cover from under them both and pulling it over them.
“You’re half asleep, stop threatening me.” Shifting closer, Kyuhyun presses along his side, slipping an arm around his waist, and rests his head on the pillow right next to Zhou Mi’s. Zhou Mi nudges Kyuhyun’s leg with his foot so that he slides it in between Zhou Mi’s.
“Okay, remind me in the morning that I hate you.”
“You could never hate me, it’s physically impossible,” Zhou Mi grins wide into the dark, his eyes finally adjusted enough to the lack of light so that, when he turns his head to the side, he can make out Kyuhyun staring at him with half of his face buried in the pillow. Kyuhyun pulls a face of disbelief and Zhou Mi growls, sliding forward and kissing him hard, soothing the clash of lips with a gentle hand through Kyuhyun’s hair and a soft swipe of his tongue.
Rubbing his foot down Zhou Mi’s leg, Kyuhyun hums content against his lips when the kiss becomes less bruising and it turns into just soft presses with open mouths.
“Still hate me?” Zhou Mi questions and quirks his eyebrow after they break apart, Kyuhyun exhaling deep breaths into the pillow in hopes of him getting his breath back. Smiling softly, Kyuhyun shifts closer and rests his head on Zhou Mi’s shoulder, his hand on Zhou Mi’s stomach and presses a kiss to his collarbone.
“Shh, sleep. I’ve also gone 4 weeks without sleep; round 2 can wait until the morning.” Zhou Mi rolls his eyes but curls one arm around Kyuhyun’s back, anyway, and places his hand over Kyuhyun’s, entwining their fingers. Zhou Mi’s almost asleep when Kyuhyun shifts against him and whispers, “I still hate you, though.”
*
It’s only about an hour later when Zhou Mi blearily wakes up to the sound of Kyuhyun’s soft voice and cold all down the side that Kyuhyun was pressed up against before. He silently yawns, his eyes sliding open and the first thing he sees is Kyuhyun on the phone sitting up on the edge of the bed, his back facing Zhou Mi.
The moonlight shines through the open curtains, the only source of light, Kyuhyun’s bare back glistens under the light and Zhou Mi can’t help but shift forward and run the back of two fingers down his spine. Kyuhyun turns his head around to smile at Zhou Mi, lying back so that his head rests on his stomach but his legs still dangle off the side of the bed and Zhou Mi rests a hand on Kyuhyun’s chest.
“Eunhyuk, for God’s sake put Hea on the phone... I know she can’t talk yet. Just... No, I-What?” Kyuhyun huffs in frustration and Zhou Mi tries to sooth it by massaging Kyuhyun’s scalp lightly. “Eeteuk, finally, I honestly don’t know how you put with Hyuk. Anyway please put Hea on the phone... Thank you.” Kyuhyun hums impatiently, puts the phone on speaker so Zhou Mi can listen and his eyes light up when he hears the soft, meaningless babbling of his daughter.
“Hey baby,” Kyuhyun whispers into the phone, his eyes sparkling, “it’s Kyu Appa. You be a good girl for Eeteuk,” there’s no doubt that they’ve put it on speaker as well, so Kyuhyun adds “and remember to pull Eunhyuk’s hair extra hard and only cry when he holds you.” There’s an indignant noise somewhere in the background and before Eunhyuk can retort there’s the quietest, cutest giggle followed by ‘Appa’. Zhou Mi shoots up into sitting position, sending Kyuhyun off of his chest and down into his lap.
“Was that... Was that Hea?” Zhou Mi stutters out, looking down at Kyuhyun whose eyes are wide and glistening with wet, cheeks rosy and hair pushed out of his face.
Zhou Mi falls in love all over again.
OH GOD, SO SCHMOOPY. i wont comment on how indifferent i am about this fic. idek, i never like anything i write. but i was so determined to finish this fic by the end of the month and there are probably still a few grammar/spelling mistakes, sorry. i have some dbsk drabbles lined up. so, uhm. yeah. and i might also have some schmoopy back story to this ): i honestly dont think i'll ever write angst. schmoooooooop.