“Chills run down my spine
As our fingers entwine
And your sighs harmonize with mine”
QMi ;; NC-17 ;; Kyuhyun’s happy, and Zhou Mi knows everything he wants to say.(alkdjfgh-what a fail!summary =__=)
In high school Kyuhyun actually dreaded his birthdays; his parents always cajoled a cousin into a making a scene over it, so he would have to sit through greetings from countless people that bullied him on a daily basis. He expected things to be about the same after graduation. Only this time he would wallowing in the fact that he was spending his birthday alone, for quite possibly forever.
He didn’t expect, however, to debut into the bomb of a group Super Junior, or land in the subgroup Super Junior M. He also didn’t expect to meet the ridiculously tall and cheerful Zhou Mi whose seemingly effortless perfection made Kyuhyun feel like even more of flop-a giddy, somewhat enamored flop-when management stood them together.
(To be honest, he wasn’t really that surprised he fell in love with Zhou Mi: foreigners seem so exotic and Kyuhyun’s always loved exotic things.)
It’s understandable, then, that some part of the back of his mind is absolutely flabbergasted that he’s currently in bed with said foreigner, moving slowly against him and gasping quietly, as part of a heart-felt birthday “present”.
Zhou Mi moved just right suddenly, snapping Kyuhyun out of his strange thoughts to press to up against the taller man, mouthing half-formed words, his eyes fluttering shut. He felt a cool hand brush his hot, wet face and sighed as a voice sounded in his ear, “Speak to me, Kui Xian. It’s your day-tell me how to make you happy.”
(If it weren’t for the meter-thick fog of pleasure floating around his mind at the moment, he would have shyly told Zhou Mi that his own smile and laugh and fashion sense and ridiculous fear of insects and infamous camera-whoring tendencies make him genuinely happy.)
Instead of answering verbally, he wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, pulling Zhou Mi into a kiss that was soft and hard and patient and desperate all at once. A hand splayed across his chest, just above his sporadic heart, and Kyuhyun figures Zhou Mi knew what he meant to say. The nerves in his skin tingled as the hand on his chest brushed it’s way across his collarbone, up his neck to touch fingertips to the edges of his swollen, busy lips before cupping the back of his, short fingernails scraping the nape of his neck slightly as Zhou Mi’s fingers curled in his hair gently.
The tip of his tongue flicked the tip of Zhou Mi’s and the older man moaned low and Kyuhyun felt his cock twitch in his ass where, he realized, it had been for the past while now. Kyuhyun whined in the back of his throat and tried to thrust his hips up, but Zhou Mi had them pressed heavily against the bed so the best he could do wriggle and pant. He grudgingly broke the kiss, gasping to collect oxygen and his thoughts before he could rasp out the command for Zhou Mi to move, now, his head lolling back when the Chinaman complied immediately.
Zhou Mi’s thrusts were shallow but sharp and angled just so. Kyuhyun’s vision, when he could actually keep his eyes open, blotched bright white with each snap of Zhou Mi’s hips and he found it hard to make himself react in any way that wasn’t gasping out his lover’s name. The body above his stilled suddenly, just when he was so close, and he felt soft, wet lips map out his face. “Kui Xian, open your eyes.”
Kyuhyun struggled to make his eyelids obey, but he finally got his eyes opened, vision focused Zhou Mi’s earnest gaze, matching dilated pupil for dilated pupil. Zhou Mi reached between them without warning to start working Kyuhyun’s neglected erection, and the younger’s eyes snapped shut against the sudden pleasure.
But Zhou Mi stopped and kissed the corner of his mouth, asking him to keep his eyes open. Kyuhyun complied and Zhou Mi started stroking once more, running his thumb through the pre-cum that was beginning to leak out. The Chinese man picked up his hand’s rhythm with his hips, sending Kyuhyun into surprisingly vocal fit of pleasure. Zhou Mi doubled up on the speed when Kyuhyun cried out for him to, burying himself deeper into the singer when the muscles in Kyuhyun’s body started twitching and jumping as he neared climax.
Kyuhyun came when Zhou Mi kissed him slowly with a hot, open mouth. He responded sloppily to the kiss, a plethora of strangled sounds caught in his throat. Zhou Mi didn’t last much long with the younger pulsing around him and spilled into his condom with a Chinese curse and Kyuhyun’s name on his lips. Pausing to catch his breath, he pulled out slowly, finding Kyuhyun’s hand and squeezing it apologetically when his face scrunched up in discomfort. Zhou Mi disposed of the condom and cleaned Kyuhyun up before he finally laid back down with him, pulling the comforter up too.
“Happy brithday, Kui Xian,” he whispered when Kyuhyun patted his cheek to let him know he was still awake. Zhou Mi tilted his mouth up into the palm of the hand on his face, pressing a soft kiss on the warm skin there. Kyuhyun smiled softly in his almost-sleep and Zhou Mi was once again reminded of how lucky he was to have the young man as his, to get to see these genlte moments. “Kui Xian, are you truly happy?”
His hand still on the side of Zhou Mi’s head and a smile still on his face, Kyuhyun lifted his heavy eyelids, meeting Zhou Mi’s sharp but gentle eyes. Finding he didn’t actually have the energy to answer, he moved his hand to the back of the elder’s neck, using it to pull himself against Zhou Mi’s chest, burying his head under his chin. Warm arms encircled his waist and he fell asleep in no time.
Zhou Mi, of course, knew exactly what he meant to say, and fell asleep soon after with a content smile.
(If Kyuhyun had been able to answer, he would have told Zhou Mi that he was truly very happy because he was currently curled up against the only person he would ever dream of curling up against. He might have phrased it differently, but that’s how he felt as he noticed their breath’s slowing to the same even pace.)
Happy birthday, Cho Kyuhyun~~~♥