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Epilogue-- Kyumin (duh :D)
Part Three-- PG 13
Part Four: PG 15
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Part Three: The Dinner- Part A
Sungmin
"His favorite TV show..." Heechul drawled, examining his nails, "is Queer as Folk... Kyuhyun imagines himself to be Brian Kinney, and you to be... Justin Taylor. Yes, that was the name. He says that his dreams mimic those characters' encounters. It's a moving series really, you should watch it."
"As for light pink, I'll be frank. It's the color of your tongue." My face brightened. Kyuhyun was attracted to my... tongue? Of all things?
"Finally, his soft spots," Donghae began, smiling manipulatively. "Are you aware... that Kyuhyun is quite sensitive in his lower back?" ... He loves it when people touch him there, regardless of who does it... let's just say that Kyuhyun makes... interesting sounds when he's touched there. His whole body relaxes, and he's calmed down immediately.
In the course of about a half hour, I'd learnt all these things about Kyuhyun I'd never known before. Granted, most of them made me feel uncomfortable and awkward just hearing them, but nonetheless, was information about Kyuhyun that I hadn't known before and I was glad to learn it.
We met up with the other half of the group that had whisked Kyuhyun off, and sat around a long dining table piled high with elegant looking food. Kyuhyun and I were made to sit across from each other, and to either side of us were the people who had joined us in the respective rooms we were taken to.
I was quite intimidated by both Heechul and Sooyung, both of whom had decided they'd sit on either side of me. Hankyung and Leeteuk were seated on either side of Kyuhyun; I didn't know about Leeteuk, but Hankyung wasn't a shy character whatsoever.
Squirming in my seat, I timidly forked a piece of food and was about to put it in my mouth when a hand slapped the fork out.
I looked over incredulously. "P-pardon?"
"You can't take the first bite... Kyuhyun has to feed you." I blushed furiously, mumbling "That's okay" and "You don't really have to" to both Kyuhyun and Sooyung, who had requested it in the first place.
"Oh it would be an honor," Kyuhyun said, grinning crookedly. Forking a piece of food, he held my chin, not before making sure the entire dining hall and kitchen staff were witness to the event, and fed me. I chewed slowly, ingesting the food after it turned to the consistency of cake batter.
"My turn," Kyuhyun sang. I choked on my water. "Excuse me?!"
"My turn. Not fair, you don't get to be the only one that gets fed here," he said, pouting. Kyuhyun actually had an irresistible pout which I probably fell for more times than any of his scorching gazes.
Giving in, I shyly fed a piece of food to him, but not without Heechul wolf-whistling in-between. I stayed silent and blushed, while Kyuhyun was a little more forward in his actions and took the liberty of smacking his friend on the head.
"So," Heechul began. "Let's hear it. What things did you learn about Sungmin?"
Kyuhyun smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know. What was said there stays there. I'm not telling, especially not you," Kyuhyun answered.
"Fine. But just so you know, we told Sungmin everything. From why your favorite color is light pink, to what your favorite TV show is, to even where your soft spots are," Heechul retorted nonchalantly.
Kyuhyun spat the food out of his mouth. "You did WHAT?!"
"I see no problem sweetie. Remember? Your favorite color is light pink because Sungmin wore a pink shirt one time, your favorite TV show is Animal Planet, and your sensitive in your back," Heechul continued calmly. Funny, he just denied all those things in the other room.
I looked over, and Heechul winked at me, indicating that he was lying just now. Crap. So he did tell me the truth in the other room...
Kyuhyun seemed to relax significantly after hearing this. We all went back to eating our food, and I was about to be dragged off by Sooyung to cut a huge wedding cake, when Heechul took me aside.
"Sungmin, let's talk for a sec, huh?" I nodded slowly.
"Listen...I know that you care about Kyuhyun probably more than you care about yourself. And you love him more than you love yourself. And you would do anything and be anything just to stay by his side. I understand that you love him very much. The thing is, is that Kyuhyun hasn't really ever had to, well... here let me ask you this. In your relationship with Kyuhyun, are you the one that's typically subject to his snide remarks?"
"Um. Yes?"
"Good answer. So. All I request of you, is that you show Kyuhyun just how much you can do the same. I mean, what's a relationship if everything is expected, eh?"
"I-I don't think I get what your asking me..."
"You really need to be told in plain words, huh," Heechul mumbled to himself. "Fine. Sungmin, I'm asking you to make a move on him. Kiss him. Push him back onto your bed. And don't care if he looks at you weird, because quite honestly, he can't always be in control of you. Even if it is for these things."
"You're asking me to initiate a kiss knowing full well that I could get punched in the face and called a pervert, yes?"
"Ah, but you won't. Because right now, Kyuhyun, besides you of course, is probably the most sexually frustrated, testosterone-fueled guy in this room. So, actually, he'll just get turned on by it."
I blushed deeply. "What do you mean by that?!"
"Oh come on, Sungmin, really, I've known him longer than you have. Don't you think I'd know these things?"
I stayed silent. I really didn't know what to say.
"Look. All I'm asking is that you put him in his place. Just have a little fun, okay? It's not like you guys are going to do this again. We hope. Seriously, all this wedding stuff is kinda tiring."
I sighed, and thought about it. It probably was like the only night in our entire marriage that I actually could get away with this.
"Fine, I'll try."
"YES!" Heechul exclaimed, picking me up and twirling me around. Sooyung walked in just in time. "Hey lovebirds, if you don't mind, we have a cake to cut, and I want to shove Kyuhyun's face into the frosting," she snapped.
We walked over, where Kyuhyun and the others were waiting. I looked over to Heechul, who winked at me, and suddenly, I had the urge to secure my power in our relationship. Smirking, I turned to Kyuhyun, placing a hand on his neck. He looked at me for a second, and only a second really, because the next thing I knew, I was shoving his face into the cake.
It. Felt. Amazing.
Except of course, when the entire hall started chanting, "Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!"
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The Dinner- Part B
Kyuhyun
"Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!" the excited audience shouted. I glanced over, and saw Sungmin's mouth curl up in a half-grin, and I gulped. Shit.
Before I could process what was happening, I felt his lips crash onto mine, his hands wrapped around my neck to pull me closer. His lips were much unlike kisses we've shared before (like the two times that we have), fiery and passionate against my own. I could feel my whole body melt into the kiss, and when he pulled away abruptly, it took a second before I could register what had happened, which caused the wedding hall to erupt into cheers and whistles.
Sungmin smiled, leaning over again. "Kyuhyunnie, you've got something on your face."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Really? I had no idea..."
Of course, that's when Sungmin thought it would be a good idea to lick the fucking icing off my face. It took every last ounce of control in me to not just take him right there, so I simply chuckled when he let go and blushed, kissing him on the cheek.
"I'll get you back for this," I whispered, enjoying the blush that spread across his cheeks. So I was surprised when he retorted, "We'll see about that."
Never in my life have I ever felt more frustrated and not known what to expect until now...
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Part 4: The Airplane Ride
Kyuhyun~
Finally, after everything was over, and all of my crazy nutcase friends had left, Sungmin and I left for the airport. We were going to a Cancun, but he didn't know that. I decided to keep it a surprise. Unfortunately, Sungmin's pouts and pleas really weren't helping me keep the secret.
I had told him that we were going some place warm, so naturally, we both dressed in shorts and a tee. The thing that I had just found out though, is that Sungmin can't take too much heat, and for that reason, wears fucking girl's negative length shorts. You know, the ones that are made of the cotton material that girls wear to impress their boyfriends? Yeah those. And of course, they had to be fucking light pink. Nice.
I was about 99.99 percent sure this was Heechul's doing, but we were going some place alone for the --well, second time, and I promised myself I wasn't going to be talking to or about anyone but Sungmin. So here I am currently sitting in my seat, trying to ignore the pouting Sungmin that's hanging off my right arm, nuzzling his nose into my arm and giving me bambi eyes.
I turned. "Sungmin, for the last time, I'm not telling you where we're going. You'll find out anyway, when the pilot announces it," I said, perhaps a little too harshly.
Like a dejected kitten, his pout turned even bigger and he crossed his arms across his chest, looking down at the floor. This ladies and gentleman, is what is commonly known as 'cuteness overload.' Mostly, it's actually quite fun to witness, but right now, it's just plain nerve-wracking.
"Meanie Kyu," he mumbled, his head tilting lower. Oh shit. No, please don't cry Sungmin--
"Please don't cry, I'll tell you. We're going to Cancun," I said quickly, rubbing his back. His head sprang up, his eyes completely dry.
"REALLY? REALLYREALLYREALLYREALLYREALLYREALLY?" he squeaked, clapping his hands together.
"Shhh! And yes, reallyreallyreallyreallyreally, we're going. Now would you be so kind as to stay in your seat please?" I asked. He looked like he was about to jump out of it and skip around.
He shook his head furiously and stayed put. That lasted about 2 and a half seconds. He then started gushing about Cancun and whatnot, and I found myself listening to him twitter on about irrelevant things.
I shook my head, smirking at his naivete, and turned to look out the window. Just then, a flight attendant came up to our seat.
"Excuse me, Sirs?"
"Yes?," I answered.
"I'm so sorry, but there seems to be an overflow in the number of passengers on the flight, and we don't seem to have enough seats for all of them. Would you be so kind as to follow us? We have a special private jet prepared for the two of you, could I ask that we transfer you there?"
(A/N: donteatmeiseriouslyhadnoideawhatthehelliwasdoinghere)
I smiled. "Not a problem, we'll be right there."
"Thank you so much. This way please."
We followed her out, Sungmin walking in front. For some reason though, he looked as if he wanted to murder the woman in front of him...
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Sungmin
What the hell did she think she was fucking doing?! He's MY husband lady. Stupid flight attendant couldn't take her eyes off my husband, and he didn't seem to mind much either. Ass. Hmph. Well. It looks like Heechul will be getting his way afterall, I thought confidently, strutting my way into the private jet.
You'll have no idea what the hell hit you Kyuhyun. Just wait and see...
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Kyuhyun
Anyway, we got onto the private jet, and I couldn't help but admire the design. There was a queen sized bed placed in the corner of the jet, with two towels folded into swans. Across from the bed was a flat screen television set along with a full-sized stereo with two luxurious-looking chairs placed in front. The decoration was modern and chic, and certainly different from the sardine-like seats I was used to in a regular sized flight.
Taking out the few slow jazz CDs I had brought along, I put them into the stereo and played them. It was soothing to my ears, and Sungmin seemed to really like it too. Of course, what I didn't know was that slow jazz music turned him into a horny, overconfident, sex beast.
Sungmin opened the suitcase and took out some things. "I'm going to go change now," he said. "Care to join?"
I smiled. "That's quite alright, I'll stay here," I said, grinning. Damn he's hot when he's confident.
"Your loss," he called in a singsong voice. He walked out, and I looked up.
Lesson number one: never make that mistake again, if I want to keep my sanity.
Sungmin walked out, wearing only a thin button down shirt and those light pink feminine shorts. Light pink actually turned to a sort of fetish, 'cause it was the color of Sungmin's lips.
But right now, I couldn't take my eyes off those milky white thighs of his that were currently mashing against each other as he took a step. And he took a lot of steps. A lot of slow, delicately placed steps, with his soft, supple thighs crossing over each other again and again. I gulped, averting my eyes, which really didn't last that long, because the music had been stopped for some reason.
I turned. "What's wrong?"
"I wanna watch TV," he whined, dragging out the last syllable. I smiled. "Go ahead."
"Kyuhyunnie?"
"Mmm?"
"Can I have a lollipop?"
"Uh, did you bring one?" he nodded delightedly. "I mean, I'm not gonna stop you. Go ahead."
Lesson number two: When Sungmin is wearing light pink shorts that go about an inch below his underwear, and you're turned on, do not, under any circumstances, give him a lollipop.
Of course, it would have helped to know that then. Seeing as how I didn't, I ignorantly allowed him to eat, completely unaware of the consequences.
So. Not only were Sungmin's thighs making me dizzy, now, the fact that he was sprawled on the lounge chair, one leg over the back of the seat and one resting on the arm --stupid flexibility-- so that his shorts (if you can even call it that) rose even higher on his legs, and sucking his lollipop contently, making soft noises of pleasure with each lick dissolved the tiniest bit of willpower I had in me.
Just as I was about to say something, Sungmin asked, "Hey Kyuhyunnie? Can we watch a movie?"
Movie. That sounded nice. "Yeah, whatever you want."
Lesson number three: Never agree to put on a movie before asking what it is.
"Okay!" he chirped happily. Flipping through the channels, in the position that he was in on the seat, still sucking his candy, Sungmin finally decided on a movie.
Of course it had to be Dirty Dancing. Of course.
"Sungmin, why this--"
"You said I could watch watch whatever I wanted," he pouted. He kept his head low but clutched the remote tightly to his chest.
I sighed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to make you change it. Watch what you want," I capitulated. Sungmin beamed, walking over and plopping himself next to me.
"Thank you~" he cooed, kissing me on the cheek. I smirked. "If you'll do that every time I give you something, you know, I'd give you the world," I said, enjoying the blush on his face.
"You already have," he said softly. I looked at him. We held gazes for a bit, before I smiled and nodded, kissing his head once before he resumed his original position on the lounge chair.
So now it was back to the irresistible teasing again. A cylindrical pillow was held together in between Sungmin's widened legs, by his thighs. The pillow had the face of a bunny, which faced up, and the other side was the little cotton ball for a tail. Sungmin thought it was a good idea to give the bunny's head kisses, which might I remind you, was squeezed between his fucking hot thighs. I don't know why I was so turned on by that, but I could probably attribute that to the loss of sanity.
And then of course, there's the fact that Sungmin was feeling a little warm. So he kept toying with the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning and redoing them over and over again. Finally, he sat up a little and completely undid his shirt, flinging it in some direction. He slouched back down on the arm of the chair, so that his legs were still spread apart just about as wide as they could go, but now, he held the lollipop in his mouth and used his hands to keep the pillow in place, which was positioned so that the bunny's head was right on top of his dick.
That was it. If I saw anymore, I would have taken him right there. Shutting my eyes tightly, and trying to ignore the kissing sounds from Sungmin and the wanton moans of the actress in the movie, I attempted to go to sleep. Yes, because as if listening to someone have sex on TV wasn't enough, listening to your almost completely naked husband who was practically kissing his dick would make you want to go to sleep. Right.
After what seemed like eternity, Sungmin turned off the TV and threw his lollipop stick out, carrying his bunny snuggle pillow under his arm. Crawling onto the bed, he slipped under the covers next to me, poking my cheek lightly.
"Kyunnie? Are you sleeping?"
"No," I smiled, hugging him closer.
"Kay~," he said, smiling. He leaned in and placed a light kiss on my lips, holding for a bit before letting go. I looked at him incredulously.
"Good Night kiss," he said, shrugging. I grinned. "That's not how you do it," I whispered. Getting up, I placed my body over his and crashed my lips onto his, not a care in the world for who was watching. They didn't have to watch Sungmin's teasing. They can't talk.
Sucking hard on his lip, I nipped at it, eliciting a moan from Sungmin. I was on the verge of going further when I realized we were still on a plane, even if it was a private jet. Letting go, I said, "Now that's a good night kiss."
I slipped back down to his side, wrapping my arms around his body.
Night Minnie ♥
P.S. -- I Love you~
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AHAHAHAH yeah okay this is bad. sorry ><
comments? :D
I might write this scene again from Sungmin's POV, depending on how lazy I am. The next parts will follow as said before :)
Love an hugs,
minniekyu <3
Part Three-- PG 13
Part Four: PG 15
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Part Three: The Dinner- Part A
Sungmin
"His favorite TV show..." Heechul drawled, examining his nails, "is Queer as Folk... Kyuhyun imagines himself to be Brian Kinney, and you to be... Justin Taylor. Yes, that was the name. He says that his dreams mimic those characters' encounters. It's a moving series really, you should watch it."
"As for light pink, I'll be frank. It's the color of your tongue." My face brightened. Kyuhyun was attracted to my... tongue? Of all things?
"Finally, his soft spots," Donghae began, smiling manipulatively. "Are you aware... that Kyuhyun is quite sensitive in his lower back?" ... He loves it when people touch him there, regardless of who does it... let's just say that Kyuhyun makes... interesting sounds when he's touched there. His whole body relaxes, and he's calmed down immediately.
In the course of about a half hour, I'd learnt all these things about Kyuhyun I'd never known before. Granted, most of them made me feel uncomfortable and awkward just hearing them, but nonetheless, was information about Kyuhyun that I hadn't known before and I was glad to learn it.
We met up with the other half of the group that had whisked Kyuhyun off, and sat around a long dining table piled high with elegant looking food. Kyuhyun and I were made to sit across from each other, and to either side of us were the people who had joined us in the respective rooms we were taken to.
I was quite intimidated by both Heechul and Sooyung, both of whom had decided they'd sit on either side of me. Hankyung and Leeteuk were seated on either side of Kyuhyun; I didn't know about Leeteuk, but Hankyung wasn't a shy character whatsoever.
Squirming in my seat, I timidly forked a piece of food and was about to put it in my mouth when a hand slapped the fork out.
I looked over incredulously. "P-pardon?"
"You can't take the first bite... Kyuhyun has to feed you." I blushed furiously, mumbling "That's okay" and "You don't really have to" to both Kyuhyun and Sooyung, who had requested it in the first place.
"Oh it would be an honor," Kyuhyun said, grinning crookedly. Forking a piece of food, he held my chin, not before making sure the entire dining hall and kitchen staff were witness to the event, and fed me. I chewed slowly, ingesting the food after it turned to the consistency of cake batter.
"My turn," Kyuhyun sang. I choked on my water. "Excuse me?!"
"My turn. Not fair, you don't get to be the only one that gets fed here," he said, pouting. Kyuhyun actually had an irresistible pout which I probably fell for more times than any of his scorching gazes.
Giving in, I shyly fed a piece of food to him, but not without Heechul wolf-whistling in-between. I stayed silent and blushed, while Kyuhyun was a little more forward in his actions and took the liberty of smacking his friend on the head.
"So," Heechul began. "Let's hear it. What things did you learn about Sungmin?"
Kyuhyun smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know. What was said there stays there. I'm not telling, especially not you," Kyuhyun answered.
"Fine. But just so you know, we told Sungmin everything. From why your favorite color is light pink, to what your favorite TV show is, to even where your soft spots are," Heechul retorted nonchalantly.
Kyuhyun spat the food out of his mouth. "You did WHAT?!"
"I see no problem sweetie. Remember? Your favorite color is light pink because Sungmin wore a pink shirt one time, your favorite TV show is Animal Planet, and your sensitive in your back," Heechul continued calmly. Funny, he just denied all those things in the other room.
I looked over, and Heechul winked at me, indicating that he was lying just now. Crap. So he did tell me the truth in the other room...
Kyuhyun seemed to relax significantly after hearing this. We all went back to eating our food, and I was about to be dragged off by Sooyung to cut a huge wedding cake, when Heechul took me aside.
"Sungmin, let's talk for a sec, huh?" I nodded slowly.
"Listen...I know that you care about Kyuhyun probably more than you care about yourself. And you love him more than you love yourself. And you would do anything and be anything just to stay by his side. I understand that you love him very much. The thing is, is that Kyuhyun hasn't really ever had to, well... here let me ask you this. In your relationship with Kyuhyun, are you the one that's typically subject to his snide remarks?"
"Um. Yes?"
"Good answer. So. All I request of you, is that you show Kyuhyun just how much you can do the same. I mean, what's a relationship if everything is expected, eh?"
"I-I don't think I get what your asking me..."
"You really need to be told in plain words, huh," Heechul mumbled to himself. "Fine. Sungmin, I'm asking you to make a move on him. Kiss him. Push him back onto your bed. And don't care if he looks at you weird, because quite honestly, he can't always be in control of you. Even if it is for these things."
"You're asking me to initiate a kiss knowing full well that I could get punched in the face and called a pervert, yes?"
"Ah, but you won't. Because right now, Kyuhyun, besides you of course, is probably the most sexually frustrated, testosterone-fueled guy in this room. So, actually, he'll just get turned on by it."
I blushed deeply. "What do you mean by that?!"
"Oh come on, Sungmin, really, I've known him longer than you have. Don't you think I'd know these things?"
I stayed silent. I really didn't know what to say.
"Look. All I'm asking is that you put him in his place. Just have a little fun, okay? It's not like you guys are going to do this again. We hope. Seriously, all this wedding stuff is kinda tiring."
I sighed, and thought about it. It probably was like the only night in our entire marriage that I actually could get away with this.
"Fine, I'll try."
"YES!" Heechul exclaimed, picking me up and twirling me around. Sooyung walked in just in time. "Hey lovebirds, if you don't mind, we have a cake to cut, and I want to shove Kyuhyun's face into the frosting," she snapped.
We walked over, where Kyuhyun and the others were waiting. I looked over to Heechul, who winked at me, and suddenly, I had the urge to secure my power in our relationship. Smirking, I turned to Kyuhyun, placing a hand on his neck. He looked at me for a second, and only a second really, because the next thing I knew, I was shoving his face into the cake.
It. Felt. Amazing.
Except of course, when the entire hall started chanting, "Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!"
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The Dinner- Part B
Kyuhyun
"Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!" the excited audience shouted. I glanced over, and saw Sungmin's mouth curl up in a half-grin, and I gulped. Shit.
Before I could process what was happening, I felt his lips crash onto mine, his hands wrapped around my neck to pull me closer. His lips were much unlike kisses we've shared before (like the two times that we have), fiery and passionate against my own. I could feel my whole body melt into the kiss, and when he pulled away abruptly, it took a second before I could register what had happened, which caused the wedding hall to erupt into cheers and whistles.
Sungmin smiled, leaning over again. "Kyuhyunnie, you've got something on your face."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Really? I had no idea..."
Of course, that's when Sungmin thought it would be a good idea to lick the fucking icing off my face. It took every last ounce of control in me to not just take him right there, so I simply chuckled when he let go and blushed, kissing him on the cheek.
"I'll get you back for this," I whispered, enjoying the blush that spread across his cheeks. So I was surprised when he retorted, "We'll see about that."
Never in my life have I ever felt more frustrated and not known what to expect until now...
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Part 4: The Airplane Ride
Kyuhyun~
Finally, after everything was over, and all of my crazy nutcase friends had left, Sungmin and I left for the airport. We were going to a Cancun, but he didn't know that. I decided to keep it a surprise. Unfortunately, Sungmin's pouts and pleas really weren't helping me keep the secret.
I had told him that we were going some place warm, so naturally, we both dressed in shorts and a tee. The thing that I had just found out though, is that Sungmin can't take too much heat, and for that reason, wears fucking girl's negative length shorts. You know, the ones that are made of the cotton material that girls wear to impress their boyfriends? Yeah those. And of course, they had to be fucking light pink. Nice.
I was about 99.99 percent sure this was Heechul's doing, but we were going some place alone for the --well, second time, and I promised myself I wasn't going to be talking to or about anyone but Sungmin. So here I am currently sitting in my seat, trying to ignore the pouting Sungmin that's hanging off my right arm, nuzzling his nose into my arm and giving me bambi eyes.
I turned. "Sungmin, for the last time, I'm not telling you where we're going. You'll find out anyway, when the pilot announces it," I said, perhaps a little too harshly.
Like a dejected kitten, his pout turned even bigger and he crossed his arms across his chest, looking down at the floor. This ladies and gentleman, is what is commonly known as 'cuteness overload.' Mostly, it's actually quite fun to witness, but right now, it's just plain nerve-wracking.
"Meanie Kyu," he mumbled, his head tilting lower. Oh shit. No, please don't cry Sungmin--
"Please don't cry, I'll tell you. We're going to Cancun," I said quickly, rubbing his back. His head sprang up, his eyes completely dry.
"REALLY? REALLYREALLYREALLYREALLYREALLYREALLY?" he squeaked, clapping his hands together.
"Shhh! And yes, reallyreallyreallyreallyreally, we're going. Now would you be so kind as to stay in your seat please?" I asked. He looked like he was about to jump out of it and skip around.
He shook his head furiously and stayed put. That lasted about 2 and a half seconds. He then started gushing about Cancun and whatnot, and I found myself listening to him twitter on about irrelevant things.
I shook my head, smirking at his naivete, and turned to look out the window. Just then, a flight attendant came up to our seat.
"Excuse me, Sirs?"
"Yes?," I answered.
"I'm so sorry, but there seems to be an overflow in the number of passengers on the flight, and we don't seem to have enough seats for all of them. Would you be so kind as to follow us? We have a special private jet prepared for the two of you, could I ask that we transfer you there?"
(A/N: donteatmeiseriouslyhadnoideawhatthehelliwasdoinghere)
I smiled. "Not a problem, we'll be right there."
"Thank you so much. This way please."
We followed her out, Sungmin walking in front. For some reason though, he looked as if he wanted to murder the woman in front of him...
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Sungmin
What the hell did she think she was fucking doing?! He's MY husband lady. Stupid flight attendant couldn't take her eyes off my husband, and he didn't seem to mind much either. Ass. Hmph. Well. It looks like Heechul will be getting his way afterall, I thought confidently, strutting my way into the private jet.
You'll have no idea what the hell hit you Kyuhyun. Just wait and see...
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Kyuhyun
Anyway, we got onto the private jet, and I couldn't help but admire the design. There was a queen sized bed placed in the corner of the jet, with two towels folded into swans. Across from the bed was a flat screen television set along with a full-sized stereo with two luxurious-looking chairs placed in front. The decoration was modern and chic, and certainly different from the sardine-like seats I was used to in a regular sized flight.
Taking out the few slow jazz CDs I had brought along, I put them into the stereo and played them. It was soothing to my ears, and Sungmin seemed to really like it too. Of course, what I didn't know was that slow jazz music turned him into a horny, overconfident, sex beast.
Sungmin opened the suitcase and took out some things. "I'm going to go change now," he said. "Care to join?"
I smiled. "That's quite alright, I'll stay here," I said, grinning. Damn he's hot when he's confident.
"Your loss," he called in a singsong voice. He walked out, and I looked up.
Lesson number one: never make that mistake again, if I want to keep my sanity.
Sungmin walked out, wearing only a thin button down shirt and those light pink feminine shorts. Light pink actually turned to a sort of fetish, 'cause it was the color of Sungmin's lips.
But right now, I couldn't take my eyes off those milky white thighs of his that were currently mashing against each other as he took a step. And he took a lot of steps. A lot of slow, delicately placed steps, with his soft, supple thighs crossing over each other again and again. I gulped, averting my eyes, which really didn't last that long, because the music had been stopped for some reason.
I turned. "What's wrong?"
"I wanna watch TV," he whined, dragging out the last syllable. I smiled. "Go ahead."
"Kyuhyunnie?"
"Mmm?"
"Can I have a lollipop?"
"Uh, did you bring one?" he nodded delightedly. "I mean, I'm not gonna stop you. Go ahead."
Lesson number two: When Sungmin is wearing light pink shorts that go about an inch below his underwear, and you're turned on, do not, under any circumstances, give him a lollipop.
Of course, it would have helped to know that then. Seeing as how I didn't, I ignorantly allowed him to eat, completely unaware of the consequences.
So. Not only were Sungmin's thighs making me dizzy, now, the fact that he was sprawled on the lounge chair, one leg over the back of the seat and one resting on the arm --stupid flexibility-- so that his shorts (if you can even call it that) rose even higher on his legs, and sucking his lollipop contently, making soft noises of pleasure with each lick dissolved the tiniest bit of willpower I had in me.
Just as I was about to say something, Sungmin asked, "Hey Kyuhyunnie? Can we watch a movie?"
Movie. That sounded nice. "Yeah, whatever you want."
Lesson number three: Never agree to put on a movie before asking what it is.
"Okay!" he chirped happily. Flipping through the channels, in the position that he was in on the seat, still sucking his candy, Sungmin finally decided on a movie.
Of course it had to be Dirty Dancing. Of course.
"Sungmin, why this--"
"You said I could watch watch whatever I wanted," he pouted. He kept his head low but clutched the remote tightly to his chest.
I sighed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to make you change it. Watch what you want," I capitulated. Sungmin beamed, walking over and plopping himself next to me.
"Thank you~" he cooed, kissing me on the cheek. I smirked. "If you'll do that every time I give you something, you know, I'd give you the world," I said, enjoying the blush on his face.
"You already have," he said softly. I looked at him. We held gazes for a bit, before I smiled and nodded, kissing his head once before he resumed his original position on the lounge chair.
So now it was back to the irresistible teasing again. A cylindrical pillow was held together in between Sungmin's widened legs, by his thighs. The pillow had the face of a bunny, which faced up, and the other side was the little cotton ball for a tail. Sungmin thought it was a good idea to give the bunny's head kisses, which might I remind you, was squeezed between his fucking hot thighs. I don't know why I was so turned on by that, but I could probably attribute that to the loss of sanity.
And then of course, there's the fact that Sungmin was feeling a little warm. So he kept toying with the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning and redoing them over and over again. Finally, he sat up a little and completely undid his shirt, flinging it in some direction. He slouched back down on the arm of the chair, so that his legs were still spread apart just about as wide as they could go, but now, he held the lollipop in his mouth and used his hands to keep the pillow in place, which was positioned so that the bunny's head was right on top of his dick.
That was it. If I saw anymore, I would have taken him right there. Shutting my eyes tightly, and trying to ignore the kissing sounds from Sungmin and the wanton moans of the actress in the movie, I attempted to go to sleep. Yes, because as if listening to someone have sex on TV wasn't enough, listening to your almost completely naked husband who was practically kissing his dick would make you want to go to sleep. Right.
After what seemed like eternity, Sungmin turned off the TV and threw his lollipop stick out, carrying his bunny snuggle pillow under his arm. Crawling onto the bed, he slipped under the covers next to me, poking my cheek lightly.
"Kyunnie? Are you sleeping?"
"No," I smiled, hugging him closer.
"Kay~," he said, smiling. He leaned in and placed a light kiss on my lips, holding for a bit before letting go. I looked at him incredulously.
"Good Night kiss," he said, shrugging. I grinned. "That's not how you do it," I whispered. Getting up, I placed my body over his and crashed my lips onto his, not a care in the world for who was watching. They didn't have to watch Sungmin's teasing. They can't talk.
Sucking hard on his lip, I nipped at it, eliciting a moan from Sungmin. I was on the verge of going further when I realized we were still on a plane, even if it was a private jet. Letting go, I said, "Now that's a good night kiss."
I slipped back down to his side, wrapping my arms around his body.
Night Minnie ♥
P.S. -- I Love you~
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AHAHAHAH yeah okay this is bad. sorry ><
comments? :D
I might write this scene again from Sungmin's POV, depending on how lazy I am. The next parts will follow as said before :)
Love an hugs,
minniekyu <3