Flavors [Yesung/Sungmin, PG-13]
Title: Flavors
Pairing: Yesung/Sungmin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU/Romance
Length: One shot
Disclaimer: I don't own them, SME does. Plot is mine.
Summary: A night full of tastes to savor.
The night air was cool against his face, a single hand resting against the railing on his deck.
With his head cocked back, he had a clear view of the horoscope above him; stars flashing ahead, too far away but close enough. Sometimes, close enough was good enough for him, he thinks, because it probably won’t get any closer.
A hand slides over his own, warm, safe.
“I hear the coffee in Italy is more bitter.”
Yesung parts his lips, taking a slow, moderate breath. He can’t form an answer, so he just hums in response. “Mhm.”
“Do you think their Italian Ice will be sweeter, then?” Sungmin prompts again.
The older man smiles, the corners of his lips oddly twisted. He tilts his head slightly, his neck drawing a beautiful curve, his fringes just over his dark eyes. “I would think that without you there, everything would just be tasteless.”
Reflection of stars regenerate in Sungmin’s eyes and Yesung leans forward, his lips placing impeccable warmth on the corner of the younger man’s mouth. “That kiss was almost sour,” Sungmin teases, a gentle hand on Yesung’s collar.
Yesung smirks, peeling Sungmin’s hand off of his collar and pulling him forward, their chests flush against each other. He can feel every exhale, every inhale of Sungmin’s-- even his vague heartbeat beneath the tissue of his skin.
“You’ll be coming back,” Sungmin reminds him. “Soon enough.”
That’s right, Yesung thinks, but how soon is soon enough? “Is that good enough for you?” Yesung wonders aloud, his hot breath imprinting against Sungmin’s thick lips, his cheek, the tip of his nose.
Sungmin tries to smile, but he isn’t sure it comes out right. “Yes.”
And maybe it’s the way Sungmin’s breath hitches when he replies, or it might be the almost non-existent distance between them that allows Yesung to see every tremble and shake of Sungmin’s lip when he says that one simple syllable, but it hurts-- it hurts so bad.
The cold air leaves a slight sting against their skin, like a minty spice rush that overflows the senses after chewing on a piece of wintergreen gum; and suddenly cheeks are flushing red and breaths are uneven.
Liar, Yesung accuses, but only to himself. He doesn’t let his smile fade, a certain gaze held in his fair eyes.
Just as fair as Sungmin’s complexion under the glow of the night.
They miss a shooting star when Yesung closes the distance between them (just enough, he thinks to himself), parted lips finding their way to softer ones. Sungmin wraps his arms around Yesung’s waist, his head leant back in an effort to allow Yesung easier access to him-- to his core.
In that moment, they both savor the taste on each other’s tongue; a sensation they will both reminisce on when Yesung is on grounds too far for Sungmin to reach, but just close enough for him to feel.
(But maybe no distance will be far enough for Sungmin to stop feeling, he supposes.)
When they part, breaths symbolized in the form of small puffs just lingering on the tip of their tongues, Yesung chuckles lowly, his eyes locked on Sungmin’s closed ones.
“What?” Sungmin purses his lips, looking away as he pinches Yesung at the waist.
The older man shakes his head, flinching to the sudden touch, and presses a kiss to Sungmin’s jaw. “You’re salty.”
“It’s because of dinner,” Sungmin says in his own defense.
(He doesn’t want Yesung to know that a stray tear had escaped the circumference of his eyes; he didn’t want Yesung to see that he was hesitant to let go.
Yesung didn’t say it but he was aware. He always has been.)
He collects the younger boy into his arms, chin rested on Sungmin’s shoulder. “I wish I didn’t have to go,” he sighs, knocking the side of his head against Sungmin’s ear.
Sungmin laughs, tugging him closer. “You have to.”
“Why?” Yesung protests. “I like it here, with you.”
“I know,” Sungmin smiles. “You’ll like it there, too, though.”
Yesung licks his lips, the faintest taste of bitterness overwhelms him. “Yeah.”
And they fall into momentary silence, accompanied by the night wind and stars.
“Did you drink while I was out here?” Yesung suddenly asked.
The younger boy nods, his hands raising from Yesung’s waist to his spine.
Yesung frowns. “Why? You can’t drink.”
“I wanted to experience Italy.” He tells Yesung.
Those words simmer into Yesung’s ears, easy and comfortable. He then pulls away and looks Sungmin directly in the eyes, leaning forward so they were at eye level. “You already have,” he smiles warmly, brushing the back of his fingers against Sungmin’s moist cheeks.
It becomes impossible for Sungmin to look away.
“Italy is the country of romance,” Yesung adds. “Haven’t we been experiencing it all along?”
Sungmin throws himself into Yesung’s arm, an ear against the older man’s chest. Nothing coherent happens again that night-- it was a night of platonic passion and affection; a night of repaired dreams and ardor vows.
It becomes an unforgettable night; one appetitive to them both. A flavorful night, if you will.
Just enough to keep them desiring more until they are reunited, until they are in one another’s arms again, embraced by the sweltering air of Seoul.
Until they are here, with each other.
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A/N: Yemin!! ♥ Haven't used this pairing tag in so long ;A; I MISS IT!!! Also, I've been thinking about how bitter I was about not being able to make it to SMTown Anaheim, but then again, I'm not that upset anymore because I know the people that are there (including SMTown artists) will have a splendid time on my behalf. (I think I'm more bitter that the artists get to be at Disneyland and Knotts Berry Farm than fans being at the concert *_*;; but I'm oddly satisfied by the rare selcas and photo stuff Kyuline, Leeteuk, f(x) and EXO have been generating...) This is just for me to vent my distress a little. Don't mind me >.>
Pairing: Yesung/Sungmin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU/Romance
Length: One shot
Disclaimer: I don't own them, SME does. Plot is mine.
Summary: A night full of tastes to savor.
The night air was cool against his face, a single hand resting against the railing on his deck.
With his head cocked back, he had a clear view of the horoscope above him; stars flashing ahead, too far away but close enough. Sometimes, close enough was good enough for him, he thinks, because it probably won’t get any closer.
A hand slides over his own, warm, safe.
“I hear the coffee in Italy is more bitter.”
Yesung parts his lips, taking a slow, moderate breath. He can’t form an answer, so he just hums in response. “Mhm.”
“Do you think their Italian Ice will be sweeter, then?” Sungmin prompts again.
The older man smiles, the corners of his lips oddly twisted. He tilts his head slightly, his neck drawing a beautiful curve, his fringes just over his dark eyes. “I would think that without you there, everything would just be tasteless.”
Reflection of stars regenerate in Sungmin’s eyes and Yesung leans forward, his lips placing impeccable warmth on the corner of the younger man’s mouth. “That kiss was almost sour,” Sungmin teases, a gentle hand on Yesung’s collar.
Yesung smirks, peeling Sungmin’s hand off of his collar and pulling him forward, their chests flush against each other. He can feel every exhale, every inhale of Sungmin’s-- even his vague heartbeat beneath the tissue of his skin.
“You’ll be coming back,” Sungmin reminds him. “Soon enough.”
That’s right, Yesung thinks, but how soon is soon enough? “Is that good enough for you?” Yesung wonders aloud, his hot breath imprinting against Sungmin’s thick lips, his cheek, the tip of his nose.
Sungmin tries to smile, but he isn’t sure it comes out right. “Yes.”
And maybe it’s the way Sungmin’s breath hitches when he replies, or it might be the almost non-existent distance between them that allows Yesung to see every tremble and shake of Sungmin’s lip when he says that one simple syllable, but it hurts-- it hurts so bad.
The cold air leaves a slight sting against their skin, like a minty spice rush that overflows the senses after chewing on a piece of wintergreen gum; and suddenly cheeks are flushing red and breaths are uneven.
Liar, Yesung accuses, but only to himself. He doesn’t let his smile fade, a certain gaze held in his fair eyes.
Just as fair as Sungmin’s complexion under the glow of the night.
They miss a shooting star when Yesung closes the distance between them (just enough, he thinks to himself), parted lips finding their way to softer ones. Sungmin wraps his arms around Yesung’s waist, his head leant back in an effort to allow Yesung easier access to him-- to his core.
In that moment, they both savor the taste on each other’s tongue; a sensation they will both reminisce on when Yesung is on grounds too far for Sungmin to reach, but just close enough for him to feel.
(But maybe no distance will be far enough for Sungmin to stop feeling, he supposes.)
When they part, breaths symbolized in the form of small puffs just lingering on the tip of their tongues, Yesung chuckles lowly, his eyes locked on Sungmin’s closed ones.
“What?” Sungmin purses his lips, looking away as he pinches Yesung at the waist.
The older man shakes his head, flinching to the sudden touch, and presses a kiss to Sungmin’s jaw. “You’re salty.”
“It’s because of dinner,” Sungmin says in his own defense.
(He doesn’t want Yesung to know that a stray tear had escaped the circumference of his eyes; he didn’t want Yesung to see that he was hesitant to let go.
Yesung didn’t say it but he was aware. He always has been.)
He collects the younger boy into his arms, chin rested on Sungmin’s shoulder. “I wish I didn’t have to go,” he sighs, knocking the side of his head against Sungmin’s ear.
Sungmin laughs, tugging him closer. “You have to.”
“Why?” Yesung protests. “I like it here, with you.”
“I know,” Sungmin smiles. “You’ll like it there, too, though.”
Yesung licks his lips, the faintest taste of bitterness overwhelms him. “Yeah.”
And they fall into momentary silence, accompanied by the night wind and stars.
“Did you drink while I was out here?” Yesung suddenly asked.
The younger boy nods, his hands raising from Yesung’s waist to his spine.
Yesung frowns. “Why? You can’t drink.”
“I wanted to experience Italy.” He tells Yesung.
Those words simmer into Yesung’s ears, easy and comfortable. He then pulls away and looks Sungmin directly in the eyes, leaning forward so they were at eye level. “You already have,” he smiles warmly, brushing the back of his fingers against Sungmin’s moist cheeks.
It becomes impossible for Sungmin to look away.
“Italy is the country of romance,” Yesung adds. “Haven’t we been experiencing it all along?”
Sungmin throws himself into Yesung’s arm, an ear against the older man’s chest. Nothing coherent happens again that night-- it was a night of platonic passion and affection; a night of repaired dreams and ardor vows.
It becomes an unforgettable night; one appetitive to them both. A flavorful night, if you will.
Just enough to keep them desiring more until they are reunited, until they are in one another’s arms again, embraced by the sweltering air of Seoul.
Until they are here, with each other.
-----
A/N: Yemin!! ♥ Haven't used this pairing tag in so long ;A; I MISS IT!!! Also, I've been thinking about how bitter I was about not being able to make it to SMTown Anaheim, but then again, I'm not that upset anymore because I know the people that are there (including SMTown artists) will have a splendid time on my behalf. (I think I'm more bitter that the artists get to be at Disneyland and Knotts Berry Farm than fans being at the concert *_*;; but I'm oddly satisfied by the rare selcas and photo stuff Kyuline, Leeteuk, f(x) and EXO have been generating...) This is just for me to vent my distress a little. Don't mind me >.>