Birthday Boy
Title: Birthday Boy
Pairing: HoMin
Summary: For Changmin’s birthday, Yunho decides to give him a little treat.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Disclaimer: TVXQ are the Kings - we belong to them. Trolol.
A/N: Okay, so maybe Yunho bottoms in my HoMin fics. Just imagine that Changmin bottoms the most and that he’s twenty-one for the sake of the fic, okay? :]
*
Changmin sits up on the bed with a happy grin on his face. He glances on the calendar and his grin goes wider. He’s officially twenty-one, the legal age in Korea, and he wants nothing more than to cuddle with Yunho all day in bed.
His smile drops instantly when he sees an empty space next to him. He flips the blanket over and he sighs. Yunho isn’t here.
Changmin suppresses a pout. What kind of lover is he? He promised to stay in bed with me.
Something green catches his eye and he picks up the little paper. He studies the words and snorts when he recognizes Yunho’s horrible handwriting.
Bambi-sshi ^ ^
Happy birthday :) I know I promised to stay in bed with you, but I have to do something early in the morning. I’m leaving at five and if you’re awake by the time I get back, then that means you need to solve your insomniac problem >:(
Changmin laughs and rolls his eyes. But, as he checks the clock, he has to admit Yunho’s right. It’s just a little past seven.
When I get back, I’ll give you a treat you truly deserve. Happy 21st, love♥
--- Yunho
Changmin grins and he feels a blush creeping to his cheeks. Yunho is as cheesy as any guy can be and he won’t hesitate to use as much as he can on Changmin. But that doesn’t mean he has to admit out loud that he likes it.
His stomach grumbles and he frowns as it ruined all romantic thoughts he had on the leader. He contemplates asking Jaejoong to make him food, then remembers that he managed to convince manager hyungnim to not let Yunho and him work today.
Changmin goes to the kitchen with a smile and promises not to defile any of the furniture with cum later on.
*
When Yunho comes back, it’s already past nine and Changmin’s seated on the couch, watching drama reruns and stuffing his face with cereal. He smiles when he realizes that Changmin hasn’t noticed him and starts creeping behind him.
Changmin jumps about a foot in the air when he feels two arms wrap around his neck. He looks down and relaxes when he recognizes Yunho’s shirt design and scent. He turns around, ready to reprimand Yunho for scaring him like that when he freezes.
The milk in Changmin’s bowl had splashed to Yunho’s face, dirty images zipping through Changmin’s mind. Yunho laughs and proceeds to wipe away the milk, sucking the dripping liquid from his fingers.
Oh holy mother of God, is this real life?
Yunho gives up wiping his face dry using his own hands and smiles. He kisses Changmin and Changmin tastes a drop of milk that slid into Yunho’s mouth. Yunho breaks the kiss and smiles again. “Happy birthday, love.”
Changmin grins in response and sets his bowl down on the table He turns around and instantly removes his shirt. Yunho chokes from the sudden action and, before he can say anything, tries to squirm away when Changmin wipes up his face with his shirt.
“Stupid,” Changmin scolds lightly. “You know I get scared easily.”
“Of course you do,” Yunho teases, inhaling as much of Changmin’s scent as he possibly could from the shirt. “That explains why I always cuddle and shiver against you like a helpless cat whenever there’s a thunder storm.”
Changmin tilts his head in thought and stops his wiping up. He tosses his shirt onto the coffee table and pats the seat next to him. “Mmm, I wouldn’t say cat.”
“Oh?” Yunho raises a brow as he sits next to Changmin and snuggles against him. He kisses the side of Changmin’s neck. “Then what will I be then?”
Changmin takes his time answering. “A dog. Always faithful and loyal …” Yunho hums in agreement. “And won’t hesitate to submit to its master.”
“Yeah, I kinda have to agree with you on that one. I - WHAT?!” Yunho looks at Changmin with wide eyes.
“What?” Changmin asks. “You do.”
“I never submit to you,” Yunho pouts. “You always bottom to me.”
Changmin’s eyes narrow and the image of Yunho with milk dripping from his face flash through his mind. “Hopefully that will change. I’m going to show you what it’s like handling a twenty-one-year-old body.”
He stands up and pulls Yunho to his feet. “Changmin, what do you mean by -”
The rest of Yunho’s words were cut off by a moan. Changmin’s lips are pressed against his, softly and passionately at the same time. As Yunho’s eyes slide shut, Changmin backs him up against a wall.
Changmin breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against Yunho’s. “Hyung … Yunho, do you trust me?”
Yunho seems both surprised and taken aback by the question. “Wh-what? Changmin, what are you talking about? Of course I trust you!”
Changmin lets out a sigh. He takes Yunho’s hand and strokes the back of it with his thumb. He looks straight into Yunho’s eyes and allows himself to be pulled into the deepness of them. “Do you trust me?”
Yunho still looks confused by the sudden question. After a moment or two, realization dawns on him and his eyes widen. “Changmin …”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Changmin says quickly, pulling away and flustered laughter leaving his lips. “I mean, I thought it’ll be okay and so I …”
Yunho steps closer to him and smiles. “Changmin, I trust you with my heart, mind and soul, so,” he steps back and leans against the wall, one hand in his pocket and the other crooking a finger, beckoning Changmin, “come get some.”
Changmin’s cock throbs and he literally lunges forward. He smashes his lips against Yunho’s, the latter moaning. Changmin presses Yunho harder against the wall and goes straight to undoing Yunho’s belt.
Yunho pushes him away. “No no no, wait wait.” Before Changmin can ask what he’s doing, Yunho pushes Changmin against the opposite wall and kneels in front of him. He traces Changmin’s erection through his sweatpants, earning a hiss from Changmin, and pulls down his pants, depositing them on the floor.
Yunho’s eyes sparkle at the sight of Changmin’s half-erect manhood pointing straight at him. He cups it in his hand and squeezes lightly, running his hand up and down his cock. Yunho opens his mouth and allows the hard length to slide into his mouth. He bobs his head up and down, moaning and sending vibrations down Changmin’s cock.
“Oh shit, Yunho,” Changmin groans as his eyes roll to the back of his head. His hand goes straight to Yunho’s hair to grab at the locks. Morning blowjobs were always a specialty of Yunho.
Yunho draws back and dips his tongue into the slit, eliciting a grunt from Changmin. Unsatisfied with the reaction, Yunho swallows in more of Changmin and runs his tongue along the sensitive vein running on the underside of his cock. He applies slight pressure and Changmin cries into the air, bucking slightly into Yunho’s mouth.
Changmin’s grip on Yunho’s hair tightens and he winces from the slight pain. Yunho pulls away, frowning at Changmin. “I recall you being a sex addict, not a fucking sadist.”
Changmin grins cheekily. “You haven’t given me a blowjob in months, Yunho.” The lack of honorific has Yunho’s own dick pulsating. Changmin places both hands on Yunho’s head and forces him to enclose his lips around his dick again. With the warm heat covering him, Changmin can’t resist but push even further in. Yunho chokes but didn’t pull away.
“I’m close, Yunho,” Changmin pants. “Please, please please please …”
Even though he doesn’t know what he’s begging for, his mind too far gone, Yunho understands what he wants completely and positions himself, hands on Changmin’s hips to have a good grip on.
Changmin doesn’t even say anything; he slams his hips repeatedly, pistoning into Yunho’s mouth. Yunho screws his eyes shut as he tries his best to open his throat muscles. Damn, did puberty make him grow in more ways than one?
The youngest feels Yunho’s throat opening and closing, and that’s all it takes for him to come; white, thick liquid spurts from his manhood and down Yunho’s throat. Yunho swallows the best he can, but it all seems too much that he pulls away, the rest of Changmin’s cum coating his face and the floor.
Changmin pants and Yunho coughs, trying to swallow the bitter spunk. Changmin wants to apologize, but then Yunho smiles at him as if saying “it’s okay, I liked it” and Changmin’s dick twitches.
“Are you okay?” Changmin asks.
“Yeah,” Yunho laughs, and Changmin thinks it’s illegal to have cum all over your face and enjoy it. “Was is good for you?”
“Everything’s good for me when done by you,” Changmin smirks and Yunho goes red. “You wanna go to the main event?”
Yunho bites his lip and nods. He stands up and swipes away a drop of cum with his tongue. “I trust you …” he says, trailing off.
Changmin’s heart rises to his throat and he grins uncontrollably. Finally, he can claim Yunho as his! With childlike excitement, Changmin pulls Yunho into Yunho’s bedroom and pushes him onto the bed.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, his cock already half-erect.
Yunho nods and lies back, spreading his legs open and undoing his belt. “Yeah, I’m sure. Happy birthday, baby.”
Changmin’s eyes widen in surprise. “‘Happy birthday’?” he repeats. “Huh?”
Yunho smiles. “This -” he pulls off his belt and pants “- is my treat to you. Happy birthday.”
“R-really?” Changmin asks, heart pounding. “I thought you were just kidding outside, I mean you never let me -”
“I’m letting you now.”
“Really? For real? Are you -”
Yunho sits up and silences Changmin. “Make love to me, baby.”
*
Yunho pants and his hands clench tighter on the pillow, unconsciously rubbing away the cum on it. His hips thrust back slightly and he muffles his moans with the pillow. Changmin’s tongue feels so amazing and why didn’t he do this sooner?
Changmin spreads Yunho’s entrance even more and pokes his tongue deeper. Yunho moans and arches his back when the tip of Changmin’s tongue brushes against his prostate. “Oh God, why didn’t you tell me it feels this good?” Yunho pants.
Changmin draws away and turns Yunho around so that they’re face to face. “You never gave me a chance to explain, hyung,” he chuckles, maneuvering Yunho’s legs so they’ll rest on top of his shoulders.
Yunho stays quiet and Changmin knows he’s thinking of an appropriate apology. He doesn’t want to hear any of it however, so he quickly sucks on his finger and pushes it in swiftly.
Yunho squeaks and tenses at the sudden intrusion. “Okay, it doesn’t feel so good anymore! Pull it out! Pull it out! Pull it out!”
“Will you just relax?!” Changmin snaps. “Stop tensing and relax. Trust me, it’ll feel better in a minute or two.”
So Yunho follows Changmin’s orders. He muffles his whimpers of pain with his hands, wincing when Changmin adds in the second and third fingers and begins pumping them in and out, scissoring in every alternate pump. “Changmin-ah!” Yunho cries, tears forming in his eyes. “Stop! I-it hurts! I don’t want this anymore!”
Changmin stops his ministrations and removes his fingers. “Yunnie, trust me. It will feel so much more better in a moment or two, I swear. Remember when you wanted more just by having my tongue in you. I’ll touch your spot again, don’t worry.”
Yunho sniffs. “My … my what? My spot?”
Changmin smiles and positions himself over Yunho’s entrance. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Changmin thrusts in as fast as he could without hurting Yunho. But Yunho is so tight and so warm that he couldn’t resist thrusting in a bit more. Yunho screams and his nails dig into Changmin’s biceps painfully, sobbing and pleading Changmin to just stop.
“Just relax, hyung,” Changmin says in a low voice, leaning over and kissing Yunho’s forehead. “Trust me and relax.”
Yunho tries his best to relax, small mewls escaping his mouth instead. Changmin grunts and thrusts in shallowly, hoping to find the spot soon so that Yunho can find some pleasure. Yunho squirms to ease the pain a bit and he suddenly sees white.
“What’s the matter?” Changmin asks, noticing how Yunho’s body suddenly goes rigid.
“Oh my God, what was that?” Yunho asks, looking down at their connection without thinking and blushing.
Confused, Changmin tilts his head to the side. “What was what?”
“That! That - that thing I felt! It was so … amazing and I think it came from inside me!”
Changmin stares for a while then smirks knowingly when he figures out what ‘it’ is. “Oh, you mean like this?” He pulls back and thrusts in hard and Yunho gasps.
“Yes, that! D-do that again!”
Changmin mutters a “finally” and begins plunging in and out of Yunho, the latter crying out for more. Changmin pulls out until the tip is remaining before he slams in, accurately jabbing against Yunho’s prostate and Yunho screams.
The younger man wraps his hand around Yunho’s dick and sloppily pumps it, timing it with his thrusts. He thumbs Yunho’s leaking slit twice and that’s all it takes to have Yunho coming and painting both their bodies with cum.
Changmin feels the walls clench around him even more and he explodes inside Yunho, his lover’s name being moaned out.
Thoroughly exhausted, Changmin collapses next to Yunho and tiredly drapes an arm around him. “Sorry,” he mutters. “Did I hurt you?”
Yunho smiles and tries to regain his breath. “At first. You were there, you saw my tears.”
“I was the one fucking you, so I had to be there,” Changmin rolls his eyes. He pulls Yunho closer. “Now shut up and go to sleep like a good dog.”
Yunho pouts and feels for the blanket, pulling it over him and Changmin. “You’re like a cat. Proud and bitchy. Especially to the dog.”
Changmin laughs and kisses Yunho. “Thank you for giving me such an awesome birthday present. Was this the treat you told me in your note?”
Yunho nods. “I would’ve let you do me even if I didn’t want you to. And believe me, I really didn’t want you to. It hurts like hell! How do you endure that?”
Changmin has a smug smile on his face. “Years of experience.” Yunho closes his eyes and snorts. “And why did you have to leave so early anyway?”
“… Hmm?” Yunho answers sleepily. “Oh. I have to do paperwork and hand it in early so that we’ll -” Yunho pauses to let out a yawn “- spend your birthday together.”
As Yunho drifts off to sleep, Changmin stares at him in awe. He stayed up so late, when he’s already on the verge of breaking down, just so that he can cuddle with Changmin. Changmin hugs Yunho tightly and presses a lingering kiss to his forehead. What did he do to deserve such a man?
He whispers a thank you to Yunho and closes his eyes.
*
Jaejoong shuffles back into the apartment after a long day of recording, not bothering to take off his shoes. He recognizes Changmin’s shirt and sees a bowl of half-eaten cereal on the coffee table and he sighs. When he sees the TV still turned on and playing a rerun of Music Bank, he grows more tired and a spark of irritation grows in him.
He hears a grunt behind him and turns around, seeing Yoochun dragging in a half-asleep Junsu. “Go turn this off,” Jaejoong commands, ready to go and give the two lovebirds a piece of his mind for wasting electricity.
He notices clothing discarded on the floor right in front of Yunho’s door; he raises his brows and pokes it with his shoe. Jaejoong braces himself, accusations and whines at the tip of his tongue, and flings open the door.
Jaejoong’s words stop at his throat, when he catches sight of Leader-sshi and Baby Maknae - or, not Baby Maknae anymore in this case - snuggling on the bed, Changmin’s chest pillowing Yunho’s head.
Jaejoong feels bad for intruding in their private time and goes to close the door. When the door creaks, and Jaejoong hitches in a breath. Changmin jolts from the sudden sound and sits up as best as he could without waking Yunho up.
“… Hey,” Jaejoong says awkwardly.
Changmin blinks and rubs his eyes. “Hi. How was recording?”
Jaejoong closes the door behind him, feeling as if it’s inappropriate to leave it open. “Same old. Tiring. Got drunk off of air. Everybody mourned over the fact that they weren’t able to celebrate your birthday though.”
Changmin chuckles and maneuvers Yunho around so that his head is on the pillow. “Yeah, well, I have my reasons.” He sits up fully and Jaejoong cocks an eyebrow at the sight of dried cum on his chest. Changmin looks down and blushes.
“Wild night?”
“I don’t know. Yunho hyung let me fuck him.”
“Then it’s a wild night,” Jaejoong whistles.
Changmin smiles. “What are you doing in here?”
“Hmm, let’s see …” Jaejoong puts on a thinking face and sits on the chair in front of Yunho’s workspace. “You left the TV on, a bowl of cereal which I assume is yours along with your shirt is on the coffee table, and something cloth-like is outside Yunho’s door.”
Changmin laughs. “Oh. Sorry about that. And I think those are my pants. You know how awesome Yunho hyung’s blowjobs are.” He strokes Yunho’s hair and Yunho nuzzles towards the touch.
All the color drain from Jaejoong’s already pale face. “Oh, ew! I touched your pants with my shoe! Oh, that’s so disgusting!”
Changmin snorts. “Get over it.”
Jaejoong shoots him a glare. Changmin ignores him, leaning forward and kissing Yunho’s forehead. He pulls away and Yunho smiles, wrapping his arm around Changmin’s torso. Changmin continues stroking Yunho’s hair and he looks back up at Jaejoong.
“Are you hungry?” Jaejoong asks softly, heart going all soft from the affection. “I can make you a late lunch. Or early dinner, or whatever.”
Changmin declines the offer with a smile. “No, it’s all right. You should go rest.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong smiles. He stands up from his chair and goes to give Changmin a hug - while skillfully avoiding the dried cum - and a kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, big guy.”
Changmin grins. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Jaejoong leaves the room and turns around just to see Changmin lying back down on Yunho snuggling to him again. He sighs and closes the door, looking down to see Changmin’s pants once again. His eyes widen when he notices something splattered against the floor. Upon closer inspection, he finds that it’s dried cum and he shivers.
He instantly goes to the kitchen, intent on forgetting about cleaning. Besides, he can just ask Yunho and Changmin to clean the cum stains tomorrow. After all, Changmin is of legal age now.
*
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHANGMIN OPPA. Since you’re the more, er, matured one, THERE. FLUFFY PORN FICCAGE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY. … Though I’m not quite satisfied with the smut … Oh well. I’ll do better next time :]
Shoot, this was supposed to be posted up earlier. But then I got distracted and watched Futurama and reread xxfergiexx’s, enigmaxempress’s, vaguelynormal’s and yuxo’s fics again ._.
I feel like I should lock my fics. Should I lock my fics? =/