Stay-cation
Title: Stay-cation
Length: One-shot
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yesung / Sungmin
Summary: Yesung and Sungmin enjoyed their vacation without flying thousands of miles and getting lost in a foreign country.
A/N: A recent study showed that Pumpkin Pie Increases Male Sex Drive. Now we know why if anybody runs towards Pumpkin Min during SS3 Cooking! Cooking!
Drowsiness ate at him, urging his eyelids to meet and stay together, but his stomach grumbled, its emptiness battling the other force and winning this time round.
He did not want to worsen his anaemia or risk the surge of gastric bile when he woke up the next morning. Whatsmore, the persistent drum roll that shook his insides kept him awake too.
And so Sungmin stood in front of the stove, patiently stirring the soup, waiting for it to be properly cooked.
The lights from the kitchen caught his attention as he stepped out of the bathroom.
Sleep clogged his brain and kept his vision to a minimum as he shuffled towards the brightness.
Seeing the lithe figure, he continued his approach, the aroma of food adding to the temptation away from his cosy bed.
Upon reaching the smaller man, Yesung slid his arms around the warm torso, placing his chin on a shoulder.
Knowing that the other had most probably woken up to relieve himself and then got lured over by the scent wafting from the pot, Sungmin was prepared to share his late night meal when he felt himself coiled in a lazy embrace.
However, the following range of actions stopped all culinary works.
Slipping his hands under the waist band and fondling the soft length, Yesung took a bite of silky skin from the slender neck, stressing at it enough to leave a mark.
The sudden rigidness of the body was unexpected. "Ryeowook-ah, I don't think you're getting hard correctly. Try again? I'm hungry, both ways."
"Hy..hyung..."
That sounds different. Feels different. Smells and tastes different.
Having to reach under the hem of a night dress should have warned Yesung that he was falling fast into a case of mistaken identity.
Shit. And the 'correct' part to get hard was actually responding to his continued efforts. Double shit. Triple that for his own pole pressing between the mounds.
Retracting his hands carefully from inside the boxers, he stepped back, cutting off body contact and trying to minimise friction in the process of doing so.
When Sungmin turned around, his aegyo pouty expression was least expected.
"Sung..min, I.. thought, tall... I didn't.. forgot.. 12th eh, cooking.. erhm... I'm sorry!"
They were hardly on the same wavelength and the elder's gibberish was not doing anything to help.
But the soft, distressed and pleading look in Yesung's eyes clearly spelt out his remorse.
"Hyung." Big, round eyes sparkled with expectation. "The soup's almost ready, do you want some?" Head tilted to the side.
Only when he backed into a chair, legs scraping on the floor and stopping against the dining table, did he understand that his added height did not give him much advantage over the martial artist.
And the shorter man tiptoed to lean forward, chest against chest and noses almost rubbing. "I thought you were hungry." Brown orbs exuding innocence.
"Did you turn off the stove?"
"Huh? Yes but... Errr..ah! Mmph!" Part of Sungmin's words were converted to a string of surprised gasps as he was caught by the waist, flung onto the table and and gagged by hungry lips.
It did not take long for the face eating to become mutual.
Hands were everywhere, the direction of their force in motion changing with the circumstances. Hands that had resisted a body pressing down were now pulling the same body closer. Hands that had slipped out from beneath clothing were wandering up the hem of the same night dress again.
Tongues slided through opened lips in mutual understanding, beginning their own yoga session.
After touring the upper torso, Yesung found his way into the boxers again, one hand bringing the organ to full hardness while his other hand guided one of Sungmin's onto his own erection.
The younger one was submerged in the pleasure he received but he also knew that he had to give back in order to get more. Thus his hand began the required motion.
Moving in the same rhythm, they stroked each other while getting increasingly breathless in their oral battle.
Sungmin was the first to come, his thighs squeezing the other's hips and tongue curling under its companion, letting out a distorted moan to announce his release. His hand had tightened for a moment before going slack as he enjoyed the currents coursing through his body.
Fingers sliding along his limp length brought him back to the situation at hand. Still panting slightly, he looked into dark eyes and saw the intense lust, getting the message immediately.
Regaining his grip on the erection, he worked the rigid flesh in firm strokes, lips re-connected to the other pair and tongue seeking its playmate again.
A couple of minutes passed as Yesung enjoyed the sensations, holding back till he was satisfied. He bit lightly on the dip of Sungmin's upper lip, a low growl surfacing and allowed the spurts to start.
A gentle kiss was shared to mark the end of their late night encounter.
Hands slipped out of clothes and the men straightened themselves.
Before Sungmin could make an offer again, Yesung lifted his moist fingers and licked them cleaned, grinning widely then turning to head for his room. "I think I'll pass for the soup, the cream's tasty though. Thanks. And goodnight!"
A/N: I don't like the ending. Wrote 3 quarters of this, left it for a couple of weeks then finished it up in the middle of the night after hours of study Japanese for my upcoming JLPT. I only have myself to blame.
Unrelated blabbing: A new fascination, 18 year old Australian model Andrej Pejic. I seriously think that Kim Heechul can be just as amazing since he's already got the looks, do even better than his Lady HeeHee get-up.
