Secrets.2
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“Ready for the concert?”
Changmin groans from his place on the bed and lays an arm over his eyes. “Go on without me. I think I may have gotten a fever.”
“It’s not my fault I’m so hot,” Yunho jokes as he inspects himself in the mirror. Though the concert may be dark, there are no doubt going to be fans and cameramen, so he still needs to look his best.
Changmin sits up on his elbows, his eyes zoning automatically onto Yunho’s butt. “Your mother gave you good genes. I should thank her.”
“If you’re checking out my butt one more time …” Yunho threatens as he pats the front of his shirt.
“‘One more time’?” Changmin snorts as he gets up to stand behind Yunho, wrapping his arms around Yunho’s waist. “Yunho, that should be ‘all the time’.”
Yunho smacks his arms. “Changmin, later. After the concert. The night I get to top.”
“Wonderful,” Changmin says darkly, his arms and face falling.
“It has a nice ring to it, I must admit,” Yunho smiles cheerily. His smile drops as he swings a bag over his shoulder. “If you don’t come to the concert now, I’ll tie you down and fuck you~”
With that, Changmin grabs his bag and follows Yunho out the door.
*
“This is so stupid,” Changmin mumbles as he sulks further into his chair.
“No, it’s not,” Yunho hisses into his ear, elbowing him. “And sit up straight. Fans are starting to notice us. Put on a good impression.”
“Why bother?” Changmin snorts. “Let them think that I’m just sulking because you rejected sex with me beforehand. Which is true, in a way.” He raises his fist into the air. “Let the fanfics commence!”
“Chang-fucking-min,” Yunho snaps, pulling Changmin’s hand back down. “If you don’t stop acting like a prick right now, I swear to God I’ll -”
“Hey, guys!” Lee Junghyun greets as she plops on a seat next to Yunho. “How’re things?”
“Er, hi, noona,” Yunho stammers. He shoots a glare at Changmin. “I’ll deal with you later,” he mutters. “Things are great!” he says, turning back to her. “Things are fine. Wonderful. Absolutely fantastical.”
“‘Fantastical’?” Changmin wonders under his breath. “I never knew that word existed.”
“Please,” Yunho rolls his eyes. “Yoochun thought that ‘passionable’ was a word.”
“How is Yoochun-sshi doing?” Junghyun asks softly, her voice hesitant.
“We’re not …” Yunho swallows, “exactly sure. We’re not supposed to contact them in any way.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Junghyun sighs. “You must miss them, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course, definitely,” Yunho nods earnestly the same time Changmin deadpans, “Not in the slightest bit.” The two lovers stare at each other, surprised at the other’s answer. “Hold on a bit, noona,” Yunho says to Junghyun before turning away. “‘Not in the slightest bit’?! Changmin, are you insane?!”
“Well, I don’t!” Changmin whines. “I’ve always only wanted you! The rest were only in the way!”
“But don’t you miss even doing things with them?” Yunho sighs. “Making fun of Junsu, playing with Yoochun, one-touching Jaejoong -”
“Oh yes, I definitely miss that last one,” Changmin growls under his breath.
Yunho stares. “You’re unbelievable. I thought I told you this isn’t about Jaejoong?”
“And it isn’t. This … this is personal now, okay?”
“What did he tell you?” Yunho touches Changmin’s hand. “I’m here for you. You can tell me anything.”
Changmin sighs and holds Yunho’s hand. He feels the tension leaving when Yunho’s fingers rub along his skin. “As you know, we’re not supposed to contact them. But recently … Jaejoong called. Don’t,” he immediately says when he sees Yunho look alarmed, “say anything. Let me finish.” He waits for Yunho to pout slightly and nod before continuing. “Apparently they can contact us. Jaejoong somehow got my number, drunk-dialed me and decided to say how much of a man-stealer I was. Of course I responded with me saying that you’re the girl, so technically I’m a woman-stealer.”
Yunho’s jaw drops. “Chang-”
“The point is,” Changmin interrupts, “he keeps saying I’m not good enough for you and that it would’ve been better if I had just left you alone so you can continue loving him.”
Yunho sighs. “That idiot. You know how he is when he’s drunk, don’t pay attention to him.”
“I already don’t so it makes no difference,” Changmin mumbles under his breath.
“I can’t say this enough, can I?” Yunho jokingly says with a smile. “Jaejoong’s in the past. Forget him. Our relationship fell through and it had nothing to do with you and everything to do with our feelings. I just didn’t feel any more love for him ever since they filed that lawsuit. Jaejoong got wilder, he got drunk more, smoked more as well, and he didn’t even bother to prep me whenever we had sex back then.” He brought Changmin’s hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “At least you still use some sort of lube even when I didn’t want you to.”
Changmin blushes slightly. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Yunho smiles.
“Hey guys?” Junghyun cuts into their conversation. “In case you haven’t noticed, the fans are getting wilder, meaning the concert’s starting soon. And - are you two holding hands?”
Yunho and Changmin quickly release each other’s hands, turning to face Junghyun with twin grins. “It’s nothing, noona,” Changmin quickly says. “Hyung was just massaging my hand. It was feeling kind of tensed since this morning.” A half-lie, Changmin thinks. That’s not an entire lie, right?
“Oh,” Junghyun blinks before leaning closer to Changmin and resulting in a surprised Yunho leaning back in his seat. “Well, I suggest you run it under some hot water. It’ll do wonders for your muscles. If that doesn’t work, I’ll just go over to your suite afterwards and massage your hand, if you don’t mind.”
Changmin’s eye twitches and Yunho interprets it correctly as their smexy time being pushed back even more. “It’s okay, noona,” the latter stammers. “We’ll just ask manager hyung for some ointment for it. We don’t want to be a bother.”
“It’s no bother at all, Yunho-yah,” Junghyun smiles kindly, resting her hand on Changmin’s. “I’d be happy to help.” Before anyone can say anymore, the lights dim and the crowd instantly yells in excitement, a sure sign that the concert’s starting. Junghyun flashes them both another smile before leaning away back to her seat.
“Hey, can’t say I didn’t try,” Yunho mutters to Changmin.
Changmin only continues to sulk.
*
“Ah~ that was great!” Yunho says happily as he saunters into their suite, stretching his tired muscles. “Son Jichang sunbaenim is the best!”
“I’ll have to admit,” Changmin nods as he closes the door behind them. “That was some concert.”
Yunho flashes a winning smile. “Oh hey, Son Jichang sunbaenim texted manager hyung; he and Junghyun noona are coming up here for a drink.”
All elated emotions that Changmin is feeling are instantly washed away. “What? For the love of - you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. We have to decline.”
Yunho sighs. “I know. I want to.”
That answer surprises Changmin. “Wait. You … want to?” Yunho nods gloomily at him. “But, what happened to ‘ooh~ we have to show the best impression to everyone so that they can see how god-like and polite we are and living up to our name’?”
“I also said that this could be a romantic getaway for the both of us,” Yunho slumps on the armchair that he and Changmin had slept on the night before. “I’m tired, Changmin. I want to forget TVXQ and the fans and management for once. And only you can do that.”
Changmin melts at the words. Wait. That’s not supposed to happen. It’s supposed to be the other way around. Changmin glares slightly. “I will if I top tonight.”
Yunho lets out a short laugh of disbelief. “Really, Changmin? I was thinking of relaxing against each other on the beach but for you to think about sex …”
“I know. I’m awesome, right?” Changmin grins.
Yunho lets out another short laugh of disbelief.
Changmin’s grin drops. “But seriously. Sex is one of our most intimate moments together. Forget the world. Focus only on us.”
Yunho smiles serenely. “You make it sound so romantic,” he sighs. “Fine. You get to top again.”
“I get to?” Changmin echoes. “Yunho, don’t you mean ‘I always’?”
Yunho throws a pillow to his face. “You continue that one more time and I’ll leave you blue-balled.”
“I’ll just rape you in your sleep then,” Changmin counters.
It’s Yunho’s turn to grin lewdly. “It’s not rape if the other party’s willing, now is it?” he winks, getting up from the armchair and going to his suitcase.”
Changmin groans and feels his pants tighten in a second. “God, you know all the right things to say. All right. Now skedaddle,” he commands, slapping Yunho’s butt, “and take a bath. I want you smelling like cinnamon when you come out.”
Confused, Yunho straightens up and looks at Changmin. “There’s no cinnamon.”
Changmin rifles in through his bag and takes out a corked bottle, at least three times bigger than the bottles in their suite’s bathroom. He tosses it to Yunho, who, not expecting the action, fumbles with the bottle, almost dropping it. “You do now. Bought it downstairs while you were talking to manager hyung. Now go.”
Yunho flings himself to Changmin’s arms and kisses him. “You’re amazing. I love cinnamon.”
“And I love cinnamon-smelling Yunho,” Changmin smiles. He slaps Yunho’s butt again. “Now go.”
Yunho goes into the bathroom as commanded, sending a flirtatious wink in Changmin’s direction. Changmin sighs happily and looks into the mirror, hoping he looks sexy enough for Yunho. Yunho loves it whenever he sweats before sex - he says sweat makes him even more sexy. Changmin retorts that sweat makes him more dirty and icky and gross. Ugh, why is he thinking girly words now? Yunho must’ve rubbed off on him.
Changmin turns around and notices a mini fridge. How he did not notice that before he would never know, but Changmin thank the gods above when the first thing he sees upon opening the fridge is a six-pack case of beer, a couple more cases behind it. Sweet merciful Jesus, thank you, Changmin thinks as he wraps his fingers around the neck of a chilled bottle. He swears he hears angels singing a heavenly chorus the moment he touched the bottle. Yunho forbade him from bringing any form of alcoholic drinks, because drunk Changmin on an island, while sexy, is hard to control.
Ah, this is the life … Changmin thinks as he stretches on the lounge chair in their suite. No worries, no schedules, no fans … just me and my Yundol … and this bottle of beer. Changmin pops open the bottle and takes a large sip. Drinking always felt even more wonderful with the knowledge that he and Yunho are just about to shag.
He considers turning on the TV, but, after weighing the pros and cons (not much), he decides not to. The noise of the TV’s going to drown out the sweet voice of Yunho singing in the bathroom anyway. Changmin thinks a lot of things while Yunho’s in the bathroom - from his family to why f(x) doesn’t have an official fanclub and color yet despite their three-year anniversary having just passed (maybe one of them has to pitch an idea like I did when I named our fanclub, Changmin thinks) to how JYJ’s doing to even if his thumbs are of the same length.
Changmin slaps a hand over his eyes and he laughs. What he’s thinking of is stupid. He needs to mull over something else. As he is seriously contemplating to find out the answer to life (which isn’t the number forty-two, no matter what Google says), there are three knocks on their door and Changmin sits up a bit. “Yes?” he calls out.
“Changmin, is that you?” a male voice calls out before knocking again. “Changmin, it’s me and Junghyun. Let us in.”
Before Changmin can even get to move or speak, he hears another voice, a familiar one this time. “Son Jichang-sshi, Lee Junghyun-sshi, how wonderful for you two to be here. Oh, let me get the door; Changmin is probably too tired to even move.”
You got that right, hyung, Changmin thinks as he takes another gulp of beer. The door opens with his manager’s help and the smiling faces of his seniors welcome him. “Son Jichang sunbaenim. Junghyun noona, hi,” Changmin greets, trying to stand up. His eyes widen when his legs don’t move. He can’t feel his legs. Oh God, his seniors are here and he can’t feel his legs to get up and greet them. How embarrassing.
“It’s okay, Changmin,” Junghyun says. “You don’t have to get up. I told Son Jichang sunbaenim that your hand was numbed during the concert and that it would’ve probably spread to your legs. He understands.”
“Really?” Relief floods Changmin’s veins so intensely he would’ve fainted.
“It’s all right, Changmin,” Jichang says with a friendly smile. He walks over to Changmin and claps his back. “I see you started drinking without us.”
You’re in trouble now, Shim! Quick - remember what Jaejoong always told you! When faced with a problem, smile and hope for the best! “Oh, no,” Changmin smiles charmingly, swilling the drink around. “This is just to relax myself. Yunho hyung’s and my schedules are already so strenuous, what with the Catch Me promotions and SMTown 2012 coming up. We actually wanted to go to sleep.”
To his surprise, neither party looks in the least bit disappointed. “Ah, such a shame,” Jichang tsks. “But I understand. Next time then, perhaps.”
Changmin grins. “Definitely.”
“Hey, I don’t mean to pry,” Junghyun suddenly says. “But where’s Yunho? I mean, your manager said that you and Yunho went back here together.”
As if on cue, the bathroom door opens and Yunho comes out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel, a white fluffy bathrobe covering him. He smiles at Changmin and then turns his head to see who else is in their suite. His eyes widen momentarily and he smiles, bowing lowly. “Son Jichang sunbaenim, Junghyun noona, you’re here.”
“Um, yeah,” Junghyun brings a hand to her mouth, most probably to cover her smile.
Jichang clears his throat. “Well, Junghyun, we should be going now. We wouldn’t want to be keeping these two boys up now, would we? No, they need their rest. They deserve it.”
Changmin doesn’t respond. His gaze is only fixed on Yunho’s exposed legs, eyes narrowing when he remembers about Yesung ‘spilling the beans’ of Yunho wearing long t-shirts and no underwear underneath. Hey, Changmin thinks with a frown, how does he know about the no underwear thing anyway if the shirts are long enough? Does he ‘upshirt’ Yunho? Does Yunho sit with his legs wide open? A dramatic gasp sounds somewhere in his head. Does Yunho willingly lifts his shirt up for them?! That whore! No. Wait. Bad Changmin. Yunho’s a whore only for you.
“And Jaejoong~” his traitorous inner thoughts smirk at him.
Okay, one more time, inner thoughts, and I will literally think of Jaejoong naked just to shut you up.
His inner thoughts gasp back. “You wouldn’t.”
Try me, Changmin glares defiantly, smirking inwardly when his inner thoughts mumbles in defeat. Changmin wants to smack himself. Did he seriously just think that? Did he seriously get into a fight with his inner thoughts? Did he seriously threaten himself with naked images of Jaejoong? Good God, he’s giving himself a migraine.
“Oh, Changmin,” Junghyun suddenly says, breaking into Changmin’s thoughts.
“Hmm?” Changmin looks up. Yunho and Jichang are laughing at something and it seems that Changmin had been zoned out fighting with his inner thoughts throughout the conversation.
“Does your hand still need massaging?”
Changmin waves her off with a smile. “It’s okay, noona. You and Jichang sunbaenim have fun. If you’re going back to your suite, then I suggest you rest. My hand is feeling much better already.”
Junghyun smiles. “Okay, then. If you say so.” She turns to Jichang. “Come on, sunbaenim. As you said, we wouldn’t want to be keeping these two boys up now, would we? No, they need their rest. They deserve it.”
“You didn’t have to repeat all the words I said, you know,” Jichang grumbles.
Junghyun waves at the couple. “We’ll see you soon, all right? Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” the lovers chorus.
The moment the door closes, Changmin looks at Yunho with a smirk, stretching to place the bottle of half-finished (well, he assumes it’s half-finished) beer on the bedside table. “Hey, sexy?” he says as he settles back in place. Damn you, legs, he curses. I want to molest him now.
Yunho blushes. “Yes, Changmin?”
“I notice something dark under your bathrobe,” Changmin furrows his eyebrows. “What’s that?”
“Oh, this?” Yunho opens his bathrobe a bit to reveal a navy blue t-shirt inside. “It’s a shirt.”
“I can tell. And why are you wearing one inside a bathrobe?” Despite filled with lust and Yunho’s legs are forcing him to stare straight at them, he can’t help but feel curious. “Isn’t it normal to not wear anything underneath?”
“Maybe for you,” Yunho laughs.
“But seriously. Why …?”
Yunho sighs and clutches the bathrobe tighter to himself. “I … I want only you to see me fully naked.”
Changmin’s eyes are wide. “What?”
Yunho bites his lower lip. “Only you showed so much love and affection to my chest that I don’t mind showing it to you. I hate my chest and I feel so damned insecure about it, but you’re the only one who can make me feel sexy.”
A grin is beginning to creep on Changmin’s face. “So you’re saying … that -”
“Even Jaejoong didn’t get to see my chest,” Yunho sighs. “We were together for only a year, and before that we were just sleeping around. He didn’t know that I already feel for him. We always did it with the lights off, him being blindfolded or doggy-style.”
Changmin feels like he’s going to burst with happiness. Or lust. Whichever comes (heh, comes, Changmin thinks) first.
Yunho shoots a worrying look to Changmin. “You can’t tell anyone! Promise me you can’t! They’ll force me to show my chest off even more and -”
“Calm down, Yunho,” Changmin smiles. “Your secret is safe with me.”
Yunho blinks at him. “Secret?”
Changmin nods. “Come redeem yourself, princess.”
Excited and horny like crazy, Yunho jumps on Changmin and proceeds to suck the life of those lips. He would’ve been miffed over the female term, but he missed Changmin so much he couldn’t care less. Strong arms wrap around his waist and pull him closer, deepening their kiss. Yunho instantly moans into the kiss, straddling Changmin’s lap and fisting his shirt collar to bring him closer. Changmin’s clothed erection touches his naked entrance and Yunho moans into the kiss.
“Yun-mmph-no,” Changmin forces out in between kisses, trying to push Yunho away. “Don’t - rush - dammit -”
Yunho breaks the kiss, his eyes half-lidded and drowned in lust. “No,” he pants, nipping at Changmin’s chin repeatedly. The strong bone feels wonderful against his lips. “You’ve been avoiding me and I’m horny as hell. So just fuck me now.”
Changmin creases his eyebrows in confusion. “But … you’ve always liked slow and romantic sex.”
Yunho groans, throwing his head back as he rubs his ass against the tent in Changmin’s jeans. “Not this time, baby. Fuck me now, I can’t wait.”
Changmin’s grin turns feral and he grabs the back of Yunho’s head with one hand to smash their lips together, the other trying to untie his bathrobe. Yunho smacks his hand away and unties it himself. Changmin pulls away when he feels the soft material of the bathrobe swishing to tickle his calves and looks at Yunho’s body. His cock jumps in his boxers when he sees Yunho wearing a shirt and definitely no bottom garments, his cock already hard and leaking.
He grabs Yunho’s exposed cock and strokes with firm, slow strokes. “Slut,” he breathes into Yunho’s ear, nibbling at the lobe.
“For you,” Yunho whimpers, Changmin’s ministrations going straight to his cock.
“And Jaejoong?” Changmin whispers.
Yunho shakes his head. “Never.”
He can practically hear Changmin’s grin. “Good boy.” Changmin’s rhythm then turns wild, pumping Yunho’s cock and coaxing him to cum. “Can you cum for me? Right now?”
Yunho manages to let out a derisive snort. “I - I’ll have to see.”
Changmin fists Yunho’s cock, squeezing as hard as he can without hurting his lover and twisting his hand slightly, just the way Yunho likes it. “Come on, Yunho. You missed me. You missed my touch. So you can cum just from me jerking you off, right?”
Yunho hates it that Changmin knows him and his body so fucking well that he even knows what he can do with the right touch of coercion. He wants to lie and laugh in Changmin’s face that he isn’t even close to cumming as a little form of revenge (he still hasn’t quite forgiven Changmin for avoiding him) but then that pleasurable sensation of an orgasm is just about begging to be released so Yunho gasps.
“Okay, yes, yes, yes! I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” Yunho slumps against Changmin, gripping his shoulders. “Ch-Changmin!” he screams as he feels his release burst, strings of semen coating Changmin’s expensive shirt and his own inexpensive one. He pants into Changmin’s neck, trying to regain his breath when he feels Changmin squeezing both ass cheeks.
“Good boy,” Changmin smiles, nuzzling into Yunho’s hair. Yunho smiles weakly at the praise. “Now since my legs still won’t fucking cooperate with me, help me bend my legs then turn around on this chair and bend over.”
Still slightly dazed from his orgasm, Yunho does as instructed. Without much difficulty, he helps bend Changmin’s legs so that he’s sitting like when he doesn’t give a damn about public courtesy or image (legs bent and open), and then turns around so that his back is facing Changmin. Resting his body weight on his knees, he bends down fully, ass in the air.
Changmin’s jaw slackens at the sight. Yunho knows exactly what to do to turn him on. He grabs Yunho’s ass and kisses each cheek before focusing on the entrance, twitching in expectancy. He squeezes his thumbs into the tight entrance and hooks them, stretching Yunho. He hears a groan somewhere below him and he presses his tongue flat against the hole.
The effect is instantaneous: Yunho’s head shoots up and he screams in pleasure. Changmin smirks, rimming the hole with his tongue before pushing it all the way in. He and Yunho usually don’t have time to do more than a quickie nowadays, so he can tell that Yunho misses being tongue-fucked a lot. Changmin lubes the tight passage with his tongue, coating it with as much saliva as he can. Yunho is throbbing around his tongue and Changmin can’t wait to dive into the delicious heat with his cock. When he hears Yunho sobbing for more, Changmin pulls away and smacks Yunho’s ass.
“God, I missed this ass.” He smacks it again. “Then again, I miss a lot of you. Now straddle me. I want to fuck you so badly I’m getting dizzy.”
“No!” Yunho protests, body jerking up. He turns around and fixes Changmin with a pleading look. “On the bed, Min. Your legs are already in pain and fucking on a chair will just make them worst!”
Changmin wants to pout. So he does. Sorta. Sticking out his lower lip a bit counts as pouting … in a way. “But Yun~ my legs hurt~ I can’t even stand up~!”
Yunho smiles at his cute then gets off of Changmin entirely. “Hold on to me,” he commands as he, in one fluid movement, scoops Changmin up in his arms, carrying him bridal style like how he did in God of Victory. “The bed looks inviting and we haven’t even touched it ever since we came here.”
“So says you,” Changmin tightens his grip around Yunho’s neck. “I’ve been faking a fever on this very bed the day we had to go to the concert.”
“Unfair,” Yunho pouts.
“Strong,” Changmin comments laughingly as Yunho gently lays him on the bed. “I forgot how muscly you are.”
“No such word,” Yunho points out, towering over Changmin again. “Want to fuck me now?”
Changmin cocks an eyebrow. “Take off that damned bathrobe and shirt first. I cannot fuck you without your secret.”
Yunho blushes at the last word before shrugging off his remaining clothes, Changmin straining to take off his jeans. A bit miffed that he can’t even lift his freaking ass to remove his jeans, Changmin undoes his pants and pushes his boxers down as much as he can, his cock springing into the air. Changmin inhales in sweetly as the cool air licks his cock, his cock hardening even more when he opens his eyes and is met with a naked and slightly damp Yunho. Yunho climbs over to Changmin, dipping his head to kiss him again. “Ready?”
“I should be asking you that,” Changmin replies, gripping Yunho’s hips. With one of Yunho’s hand on his cock, they both lower the leader down until Changmin’s all the way in, both men groaning for different reasons. “Oh my fucking fuck, you’re still so fucking tight, Yunho. Geez, you feel amazing,” Changmin groans.
“Changmin,” Yunho sobs. “Okay, um, wow, I think you’ve gone bigger. It hurts.”
“Same size, baby,” Changmin chuckles. “You’ve just gone tighter.” He lifts Yunho up slightly and pushes him back down the same time he thrusts in, Yunho howling. “You okay?”
“Okay, no more pain. Fuck, do that again,” Yunho nods. “After all this time, you still know my spot.”
“Please,” Changmin scoffs. “You think not having sex for five months because we were recording for our album and then promoting Catch Me and I Don’t Know is going to make me forget? In your dreams.”
“More than twice,” Yunho confesses guiltily. “Changmin, please~ do that again.”
To his disbelief, Changmin actually lets go of his hips then interlaces his fingers, resting his hands behind his head. “Nah, I’m a bit tired,” he smirks. “Bounce for me, baby.”
“You fucker!” Yunho smacks his chest. “I thought you wanted sex!”
“And we’re having it,” Changmin blinks innocently. “I’m just a little tired. Besides,” his trademark smirk slinks onto his face again, “I want to see your delicious tits bounce along with you.”
Yunho turns fire engine red then sighs, a sure sign that he’s acquiescing. With both hands on Changmin’s stomach as support, Yunho lifts himself up and down, fucking himself on Changmin’s cock. Before long, the room is filled with lusty moans of both men, accompanied with the squeaking of their canopy bed as Yunho rides Changmin harder and faster, the latter’s hands on Yunho’s hipbones again when Yunho started to move.
“Fuuuuck, you feel so good around me,” Changmin groans, gritting his teeth as sweat runs down his face. Supporting himself on his arms, Changmin pushes himself into a sitting position. He forces his legs to bend, with slight pain, to become more comfortable and wraps both arms around Yunho’s slim waist.
“Changmin, Changmin, Changmin,” Yunho chants everytime he goes back down. He brings both hands to his mouth to cover a whimper when Changmin suddenly grazes a nipple with his teeth and takes it into his mouth.
“Your tits are bouncing for me,” Changmin says lowly in his throat as he sucks the nipple. “God, that is so hot. I just want to titfuck you then cum all over your cute little tits, and hear you begging for more, so much more.”
Yunho’s hands had moved from his mouth to covering his whole face from embarrassment for imagining such a thing.
“You want that, Yunho?” Changmin growls, forcibly thrusting harder into Yunho. “You want me to fuck your tits then cum all over them?”
“Yes,” Yunho sobs in between his hands. “Fuck my tits, Changmin.”
“I don’t think I well though,” Changmin sighs. “Not tonight. When we get back home.” He fucks Yunho even harder to make Yunho stay silent. He doesn’t want any more of Yunho’s whining. What he wants is to cum, and he knows where he wants to cum. “I’ll cum on your tits, though.”
Yunho feels his whole body shuddering in pleasure as a moan overtakes him.
“Does Yunnie want that?” Changmin asks, slamming into Yunho and removing his hands. “Does my Yunnie want his Changmin to cum over his tits?”
Yunho nods desperately. “Yes, please! I - I want your cum on my tits, Changmin! Cum all over my tits!”
Luckily for both men, Changmin is already feeling close. “Then close your eyes, pretty. And say my name.”
With a final thrust, Yunho screams out his lover’s name as he screws his eyes shut. Changmin pulls out and shot after shot of warm cum splatters over Yunho’s chest, some landing on Yunho’s face and hair. Yunho opens his mouth and some of the cum manages to splash onto his tongue, so he swallows with a satisfied shudder.
He’s just about to thank Changmin when a strong hand grips his cock, shocking him.
“You’re not done yet, hyung,” Changmin sounds caring, though they both know too well it’s an act of innocence Changmin loves to put on during sex. “Keep your eyes closed.” Changmin jerks Yunho off, growling sexy words into his ear and biting the lobe and tonguing the piercings. Within seconds, Yunho cums again, whimpering as he once again paints his essence all over their bodies.
Thoroughly spent, Yunho slumps against Changmin, the latter hugging Yunho and collapsing on the bed. “That.”
“Was,” Yunho pants out.
“Amazing,” Changmin finishes.
“As always,” Yunho chuckles. He reaches down and disconnects Changmin from himself and proceeds to take off his clothes. He flops back on the bed, not giving two shits about his cum-splattered chest, stomach, face and hair. He groans and nuzzles into Changmin, pulling the blankets to cover the both of them.
Changmin lifts his head up a bit to look down at Yunho. “What’s wrong?”
“Strong Heart. I totally forgot. We’re invited. And so is Junghyun noona.”
Changmin doesn’t really care how he knows she’s invited. “So?”
Yunho chuckles humorlessly. “Ten million won says she’ll talk about me being pants-less and wearing a bathrobe.”
“I don’t like betting against you,” Changmin frowns. “You always win because you bet on things that are obviously going to happen.”
“Defend me~” Yunho sings weakly.
“Never,” Changmin grins. “Besides,” he pulls Yunho into a hug, “I want HoMin fans to know that we’ve been there since 2008, and that YunJae is so two thousand and late.”
Yunho rolls his eyes. “Seriously, stop responding to his calls. I don’t want my boyfriend to say such cliché and stupid douche-y lines.”
“Oh, like I can condone my boyfriend to be nauseatingly romantic?” Changmin counters with a raised brow.
“Compromises must be made in a relationship,” Yunho says knowingly. “But douchebag behavior is a compromise I do not allow.”
Changmin chuckles. “Fair enough. Jaejoong was a douchebag anyway. No wonder that relation-ship has sailed.”
“Changmin, one more time …”
Changmin kisses Yunho with a laugh and closes his eyes. “Go to sleep, Yunho. We’re leaving the day after tomorrow. Get all the rest you can.”
*
“Mmm … it’s so good to be home.”
Changmin grins wolfishly as he nuzzles into Yunho’s neck. “You said that three hours after we got home.”
“I’m still saying it now,” Yunho cards his fingers through Changmin’s hair. “I miss your hair. Your hair was so sexy in Keep Your Head Down. Why did they have to cut it?”
“In case you didn’t know, Yunho,” Changmin buries his face into Yunho’s naked torso, “I’m the number one target of having my hair dismantled by our stylist noonas now that Yoochun hyung is gone.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Yunho giggles, pulling one of Changmin’s hands up and kissing the fingertips tenderly. “But your hair up is nice as well. At least it’s not covering that gorgeous, handsome face. I can kiss you all I want.” As if to prove his point, he pulls Changmin up and kisses him as well, deep and slow.
“I know something else of mine that’s gorgeous,” Changmin comments with a lusty smirk as he breaks the kiss.
Yunho rolls his eyes. “Your personality?”
“That’s the worst one yet,” Changmin almost laughs. “Bonus points if you can say what it is without blushing.”
Yunho wants to scowl. Changmin just loves making his prudential side come out, doesn’t he? “Why don’t I just touch it instead?” he challenges.
Changmin chuckles when he feels Yunho’s fingers tracing his abs. “Lower, baby. Lower.” When Yunho grasps his cock with nimble fingers, Changmin feels his body being drowned in lust. His eyes flashing, he pulls Yunho down for a passionate kiss. “You are going to get fucked. So. Hard.”
Yunho smirks in the kiss. “All bark and no bite. Show me then.”
Changmin’s eyes glint and he proceeds to suck Yunho’s neck, intent on leaving a mark as dark as possible. Yunho’s fingers curl in his hair. Just as he’s about to moan for Changmin to give him more, their bedroom door bursts open and the blankets covering them gets snatched away. Yunho almost gasps from the sudden rush of cold air.
“And what a wonderful day it is that God had blessed us with! Rise and shine, my cotton candy fluffies, it’s time to get up and bring another wave of ear and eyegasm to our fans!”
Yunho freezes under Changmin, obviously stunned with fear that someone had actually barged into their room like that. Changmin turns his head oh-so-slowly and fixes a withering glare to the person who had so rudely interrupted their time.
Boa doesn’t look at all fazed. In fact, she seems to be hiding a smile from under the covers she’s waving around. “Oh,” she says with a leer. “I didn’t know the Gods of K-Pop were too, ah, preoccupied.”
“Noona …” Changmin says slowly, the same time Yunho snatches up a pillow and covers his nether regions. Longtime friend or not, he will not risk blinding the innocence of his friend by flashing his junk (no matter how much his fans want to see it).
Boa waves her hand dismissively. “Hey, ignore me. I just wanted to see how my hoobaes were doing. Wonderful, I’m guessing?”
“Out,” Changmin says as he sits up, pointing blankly at the door. He doesn’t care that Little Max is out for the whole world to see, doesn’t care that Boa can see it so plainly. Besides, she (along with a number of other SM artists who he will not name *cough*Kyuhyun*cough*) had seen it a lot of times whenever they barge in (geez, you think they’ll take a hint right about now, Changmin thinks grumpily). She just has to learn to suck it up. What he doesn’t expect is Yunho sitting up and wrapping his arms around his waist, covering him with a pillow.
“Boa,” Yunho almost whines. “Please …”
Boa melts at her friend’s cuteness and bounds forward to pinch his cheeks. “Why anything~ for my Yundollie!” With a wink, she drops the covers and leaves the room, closing the door behind her gently.
Changmin turns around to face Yunho. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Yunho answers almost defiantly. “Covering you.”
Changmin blinks. “Yes, I can see that. And … why?”
Yunho pouts and buries his face into Changmin’s shoulder. “Don’t tell this to anyone, but … I don’t want anyone to see it.”
Changmin cocks his head to the side, even more confused. “I’m not supposed to even show it off.”
“No!” Yunho whines. “I mean -” he sighs and hangs his head, obviously embarrassed in what he has to say next. “I don’t want you to show it off. I want to be the only one to ever see it. Even if you fall out of love with me and get married, I don’t want you to show it to your wife.”
Changmin wants to smack Yunho. “Yunho, do you even hear yourself? I have to show it to her! It’s like … customary.” Changmin winces. “Okay, forget I ever said ‘like’ - that’s more your thing.”
Yunho’s jaw drops. “Hey -”
“And another thing,” Changmin interrupts. “I love you. My love for you will never change. I had fallen for you since you smiled that stupid smile when we first met and it’s never going to change.”
Yunho touches his lips. “My teeth were wonky back then.”
Changmin pecks his lips and smiles. “I liked your smile. It made your cheeks chubby and gave you an innocent sort of aura.”
“Innocent?” Yunho puffs his cheeks. “Like how?”
Changmin gives him a long look. “Who’s the girl in the relationship?”
Yunho’s jaw drops in disbelief. “Excuse me, you maknae! I - mmph!”
And Changmin proceeds to show Yunho just how much of the girl he is.
*
A/N: New Rule #34 of the internet: Whence sirs Yunho and Changmin bondeth together in their most intimate of ways, thou shalt associate every smex with the focus on the greatest items on this planet: Yunho’s moobs. … eth.
xD
Oh. My. Fuck. The first paragraph is already making me OTL-ing. Why do you put up with me, Sana, why? ;A; Lmao I wanted to put this up like a week ago, but then I encountered with some problems (aka: being a lazy fuck and / or playing Skyrim for the whole day) BUT HERE YOU ARE.
The fluff is killing me. I want to add in some angst but then people don’t appreciate angst like I do 8'C so no angst x'D The Romeo and Juliet part was fun to write. I was laughing like crazy xD And no, idk why I made Changmin’s legs hurt. That “I want to fuck your tits” scene would’ve been great if Changmin was pinning Yunho to the bed, Yunho’s thighs stretched to go past his head (lmao, not my fault he has such a flexible body that makes it so easy to imagine such a position xD)
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude. SMTown. Here. In Singapore. On November 23rd (I think xD fail fan). Fuck, that’s the day I’m leaving. What the hell. TVXQ came here on December 4th last year and I wasn’t able to go because I had church (I’m a fail Christian, writing about smexy MinHo with detailed smex ;^;). Now they’re coming here again? God, why are you so cruel to me? TT^TT