Afternoon Delight 1/1
AUTHOR'S NOTE: LOL THE TITLE. I thought of Anchorman: Ron Burgundy and that title came to mind. (I'm odd, I know.) This is for sonicphotonic , who I can't suggest anything around before she screams FIC!!!! :) Love you dearly.
It was hot. No, it was blistering, something that would probably be put down in the record books later, and he didn't seem to have a single care in the world. A picnic seemed like a nice enough idea, but why so far? Why so many rocks and sticks and stones? Those things broke your bones...or at least you remember that's what the nursery rhyme use to say. Yet he looked so eager, so happy to get you out in the sun's rays, have it kiss your skin during the day so that he could massage the warmth it emitted in the evening. Yes, that's why you came, you told yourself. At least if you were sore, you'd get some much needed care after it was all over.
"Catch up slowpoke! We're almost there!" Changmin said.
You had on sandals, but yours were daintier than his, and the terrain wasn't getting any friendlier.
"Shut up! Shouldn't you be helping me?"
He was on a small ledge off to the right, farther up the slope of the mini hill. He was looking off at some sight, smiling to himself. He had a pack on his back and khaki's roughened with his walk, and his shirt appeared to be drenched with sweat, top two buttons undone to let a breeze through. You yourself weren't much better, attempting a strapless shirt and shorts, but ending up with nothing but cloth stuck to your lower back and jean shorts stuck to your thighs. The hat you wore was now used as a fan, and you waited as he hopped down and came back to you.
"Come on," he looked you up and down, "quit wimping out. I have a surprise!"
His eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand, hauling you up that last bit of slope before you heard a rush of water. Maybe you didn't notice it before. You passed streams along the way, but this was a heavy hitting sound. Changmin kept pulling until an opening came up between the trees. There was a large, quiet pool to the left before it hit the smoothened edges of rock that pushed it into a small waterfall. From that waterfall was a heavier rush before it ended at nothing almost a quarter mile away on the right; another waterfall.
"Nice huh?" he said.
You both walked over to the pool and he took off his pack, pulling out a blanket on a patch of clean grass near the water.
"Ugh, it's so hot out here," you said.
"I know," he replied.
A few seconds later, he was pulling his shirt off. The last buttons came off quick and you paused your fanning.
"Min...what if someone's up here?"
"Who's up here? No one," he threw his shirt down before working at his belt, "that's who."
He flipped off his shoes before he pulled down the khakis. Everything lay in a pile next to blanket and he was left in his boxers, fingers teasing at the waistband. They pulled it open slightly and he looked up, your gaze pulled toward the sight.
"...care to join me?" he asked, that mischievous smile he loved to don coming to his face again.
You looked around, biting your lip for prying eyes before you threw down the hat and flipped your sandals off as well. His boxers were shucked in your attempt to get the sticky pieces off of you and you heard a splash as your top came off. When you'd completely disrobed, you remained crouched, the openness of the situation suddenly making you a prude. You took your clothing and set it next to his, spreading it out to dry. When you rose to face the water, he was standing in it and facing you, droplets running down his skin and dripping off the edge of his chin. His hands waded the edge of the water and he stared at your body as you approached. The water sat just above wisps of hair, fuzzy with the disturbed surface of the water, and teasing as it let the jut of lean hipbones show.
"You pervert, stop looking at me like that!" you snapped, but laughing at the fact that you kind of liked the attention.
He was never one to be truthful about his intentions, and the intention in his eyes made you blush.
He bit his lip, but backed off anyway, letting you get in the water gently. You dipped under the water, not even minding the slight bite that hit when you first got in. You rose out of it, eyes closed as you let it drip over your skin and let the air hit you. You missed the look in his eyes. In that single moment, you missed the quiver of his lip as he bit it, watching your nipples harden when you came out. You didn't catch the steps he took toward you, the splash you made coming up masking the noise. You failed to notice everything, everything but that piece of his manhood that stood firm under the water. That you noticed.
With the first feel, your eyes opened. His fingers continued to wade the water until they made his arms spread, encircling you in their grasp.
"Are you sure no one's up here?" you asked again.
He pulled you closer. The water was frigid, but you could feel each other's heat, and when he shivered, you couldn't tell which it was from. When Changmin didn't answer, you smiled and asked another question.
"Cold?"
Within moments, his face descended upon yours, kissing you fully. His lips were on yours quick, tasting those last bits of water that hung in drying droplets. He suckled on the bottom lip, nestling it into his mouth before he let it go.
"Mm...you taste so good," he breathed.
His eyes flickered down to your breasts again. You caught it that time, reaching behind you to grab at one of his hands behind your back.
"Come here," you whispered.
You linked fingers and came out of the water dripping, pulling him back toward the blanket. The second you let go and sat down, he was on you, pushing your back flat on the ground. He kissed you again and settled between your legs, shoving them apart before you wrapped them around him. Changmin ground against you, moaning as the wet heat between you further warmed his engorged dick. Your hands raised to wrap around moist tendrils of his hair, keeping him from leaving as you licked and nipped at each other. Luckily, his form was tall and lean, and he curved his body until his member grazed the lips at the entrance of your vagina.
The sun was pelting down on the both of you and the new moisture on your bodies was the return of sweat. It collected until it fell down his back, or rolled off your thighs. He shifted, but with a pull from your wrapped appendages, he pushed into you, full and hot and swollen.
Both of you let out moans as he pulled back out. It was a snail-paced drag, dipping back in slightly before pull out again. The motions had you impatient and him smiling and gasping against the crook of your neck. You tried to guide him back into you and he laughed at your impatience, instead flipping you over in one swift motion.
"Fuck me if you want it that bad," he growled, grinding up and daring you to sit back on him.
He sat back on his elbows.
"Smug bastard-"
He ground up again.
"...do it," he demanded.
You fell forward onto your palms, flat around each side of his body. He balanced on one elbow and reached down. His hands glided along your stomach until they reached between your legs. He dropped it to grab at himself and started to stroke, sliding the precum-laden tip along your lips with every few slides of his hand. You moaned at the sensation the slowly deepening touches gave you. He leaned forward, breathing into your mouth, daring you to split yourself on him.
"Do it."
You reached behind and beneath you, straightening your back as he let your nimble fingers grasp his erection. You stared him in the eye as he lay back on his elbows, pupils dilated and chest heaving.
"Fuck me," he whispered.
You filled yourself up with him again, sitting on him and letting your thighs lay flush and open against his body. His mouth opened slightly and he licked his drying lips, watching your head tip and your throat expose itself at the feeling of being so amazingly full. As your body rolled back forward, you whimpered, lifting yourself before slamming back down. A pace was set, and both of you were moving your hips in nearly erratic motions. The surrounding brush echoed with your screams and moans, but the nearby rushing waters drowned it out. Hands went up to hold your hips, stilling you though you quivered in anticipation for him to keep moving. In those moments he'd smile, only to follow the tease with hurried thrusting back up into you. He began losing his control when he did it a second time, and held your hips as he emptied himself into you. You were already so close and those final twitches and pressure from his dick set you off, making you scream his name into the afternoon sunlight. It rippled in waves off your tongue as you came down from your high, remaining seated on him as he almost moved back to life inside of you.
You put your hands back around his head, which lay flat on the ground now, his arms beside him and glistening from exhaustion. Lifting up, you both felt the tenderness between your legs. He was still sensitive to the touch, but enjoyed the slight brush of your body on his, pulling your face down for a slow kiss. It was languid, slightly sloppy but perfect, tongues lapping at the heat between each other. You trailed down, nipping around his sculpted jaw and lengthened neck. Your tongue trailed and kissed at his collarbone, before it dipped into the groove between his pecks.
The water had been salty, and your bodies drying despite the perspiration that riddled them, but he tasted sticky sweet, bitter but devilishly delicious. You'd come for a day out, lunch, but then he offered that feast that your eyes wanted to ravage each time they saw it. His body was a chiseled mass of lean muscle, and every time you saw it, raw and naked and willing, you wanted it. You trailed back up to kiss at him again, letting the sweet meal that was his mouth sit on your taste buds.
"Hey," he said, "...I know you like me and everything," another kiss, "but we're starting to get sticky..."
He laughed and you bit your lip, wanting more but admittedly feeling a bit dirty...but damn you wanted more.
"Come here..." you breathed, smile gracing your lips, "I'm still hungry."
You got up, hand finding his before you led him back to the water. It would be quick, but enough to clean the both of you before you got dirty again.
It was hot. No, it was blistering, something that would probably be put down in the record books later, and he didn't seem to have a single care in the world. A picnic seemed like a nice enough idea, but why so far? Why so many rocks and sticks and stones? Those things broke your bones...or at least you remember that's what the nursery rhyme use to say. Yet he looked so eager, so happy to get you out in the sun's rays, have it kiss your skin during the day so that he could massage the warmth it emitted in the evening. Yes, that's why you came, you told yourself. At least if you were sore, you'd get some much needed care after it was all over.
"Catch up slowpoke! We're almost there!" Changmin said.
You had on sandals, but yours were daintier than his, and the terrain wasn't getting any friendlier.
"Shut up! Shouldn't you be helping me?"
He was on a small ledge off to the right, farther up the slope of the mini hill. He was looking off at some sight, smiling to himself. He had a pack on his back and khaki's roughened with his walk, and his shirt appeared to be drenched with sweat, top two buttons undone to let a breeze through. You yourself weren't much better, attempting a strapless shirt and shorts, but ending up with nothing but cloth stuck to your lower back and jean shorts stuck to your thighs. The hat you wore was now used as a fan, and you waited as he hopped down and came back to you.
"Come on," he looked you up and down, "quit wimping out. I have a surprise!"
His eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand, hauling you up that last bit of slope before you heard a rush of water. Maybe you didn't notice it before. You passed streams along the way, but this was a heavy hitting sound. Changmin kept pulling until an opening came up between the trees. There was a large, quiet pool to the left before it hit the smoothened edges of rock that pushed it into a small waterfall. From that waterfall was a heavier rush before it ended at nothing almost a quarter mile away on the right; another waterfall.
"Nice huh?" he said.
You both walked over to the pool and he took off his pack, pulling out a blanket on a patch of clean grass near the water.
"Ugh, it's so hot out here," you said.
"I know," he replied.
A few seconds later, he was pulling his shirt off. The last buttons came off quick and you paused your fanning.
"Min...what if someone's up here?"
"Who's up here? No one," he threw his shirt down before working at his belt, "that's who."
He flipped off his shoes before he pulled down the khakis. Everything lay in a pile next to blanket and he was left in his boxers, fingers teasing at the waistband. They pulled it open slightly and he looked up, your gaze pulled toward the sight.
"...care to join me?" he asked, that mischievous smile he loved to don coming to his face again.
You looked around, biting your lip for prying eyes before you threw down the hat and flipped your sandals off as well. His boxers were shucked in your attempt to get the sticky pieces off of you and you heard a splash as your top came off. When you'd completely disrobed, you remained crouched, the openness of the situation suddenly making you a prude. You took your clothing and set it next to his, spreading it out to dry. When you rose to face the water, he was standing in it and facing you, droplets running down his skin and dripping off the edge of his chin. His hands waded the edge of the water and he stared at your body as you approached. The water sat just above wisps of hair, fuzzy with the disturbed surface of the water, and teasing as it let the jut of lean hipbones show.
"You pervert, stop looking at me like that!" you snapped, but laughing at the fact that you kind of liked the attention.
He was never one to be truthful about his intentions, and the intention in his eyes made you blush.
He bit his lip, but backed off anyway, letting you get in the water gently. You dipped under the water, not even minding the slight bite that hit when you first got in. You rose out of it, eyes closed as you let it drip over your skin and let the air hit you. You missed the look in his eyes. In that single moment, you missed the quiver of his lip as he bit it, watching your nipples harden when you came out. You didn't catch the steps he took toward you, the splash you made coming up masking the noise. You failed to notice everything, everything but that piece of his manhood that stood firm under the water. That you noticed.
With the first feel, your eyes opened. His fingers continued to wade the water until they made his arms spread, encircling you in their grasp.
"Are you sure no one's up here?" you asked again.
He pulled you closer. The water was frigid, but you could feel each other's heat, and when he shivered, you couldn't tell which it was from. When Changmin didn't answer, you smiled and asked another question.
"Cold?"
Within moments, his face descended upon yours, kissing you fully. His lips were on yours quick, tasting those last bits of water that hung in drying droplets. He suckled on the bottom lip, nestling it into his mouth before he let it go.
"Mm...you taste so good," he breathed.
His eyes flickered down to your breasts again. You caught it that time, reaching behind you to grab at one of his hands behind your back.
"Come here," you whispered.
You linked fingers and came out of the water dripping, pulling him back toward the blanket. The second you let go and sat down, he was on you, pushing your back flat on the ground. He kissed you again and settled between your legs, shoving them apart before you wrapped them around him. Changmin ground against you, moaning as the wet heat between you further warmed his engorged dick. Your hands raised to wrap around moist tendrils of his hair, keeping him from leaving as you licked and nipped at each other. Luckily, his form was tall and lean, and he curved his body until his member grazed the lips at the entrance of your vagina.
The sun was pelting down on the both of you and the new moisture on your bodies was the return of sweat. It collected until it fell down his back, or rolled off your thighs. He shifted, but with a pull from your wrapped appendages, he pushed into you, full and hot and swollen.
Both of you let out moans as he pulled back out. It was a snail-paced drag, dipping back in slightly before pull out again. The motions had you impatient and him smiling and gasping against the crook of your neck. You tried to guide him back into you and he laughed at your impatience, instead flipping you over in one swift motion.
"Fuck me if you want it that bad," he growled, grinding up and daring you to sit back on him.
He sat back on his elbows.
"Smug bastard-"
He ground up again.
"...do it," he demanded.
You fell forward onto your palms, flat around each side of his body. He balanced on one elbow and reached down. His hands glided along your stomach until they reached between your legs. He dropped it to grab at himself and started to stroke, sliding the precum-laden tip along your lips with every few slides of his hand. You moaned at the sensation the slowly deepening touches gave you. He leaned forward, breathing into your mouth, daring you to split yourself on him.
"Do it."
You reached behind and beneath you, straightening your back as he let your nimble fingers grasp his erection. You stared him in the eye as he lay back on his elbows, pupils dilated and chest heaving.
"Fuck me," he whispered.
You filled yourself up with him again, sitting on him and letting your thighs lay flush and open against his body. His mouth opened slightly and he licked his drying lips, watching your head tip and your throat expose itself at the feeling of being so amazingly full. As your body rolled back forward, you whimpered, lifting yourself before slamming back down. A pace was set, and both of you were moving your hips in nearly erratic motions. The surrounding brush echoed with your screams and moans, but the nearby rushing waters drowned it out. Hands went up to hold your hips, stilling you though you quivered in anticipation for him to keep moving. In those moments he'd smile, only to follow the tease with hurried thrusting back up into you. He began losing his control when he did it a second time, and held your hips as he emptied himself into you. You were already so close and those final twitches and pressure from his dick set you off, making you scream his name into the afternoon sunlight. It rippled in waves off your tongue as you came down from your high, remaining seated on him as he almost moved back to life inside of you.
You put your hands back around his head, which lay flat on the ground now, his arms beside him and glistening from exhaustion. Lifting up, you both felt the tenderness between your legs. He was still sensitive to the touch, but enjoyed the slight brush of your body on his, pulling your face down for a slow kiss. It was languid, slightly sloppy but perfect, tongues lapping at the heat between each other. You trailed down, nipping around his sculpted jaw and lengthened neck. Your tongue trailed and kissed at his collarbone, before it dipped into the groove between his pecks.
The water had been salty, and your bodies drying despite the perspiration that riddled them, but he tasted sticky sweet, bitter but devilishly delicious. You'd come for a day out, lunch, but then he offered that feast that your eyes wanted to ravage each time they saw it. His body was a chiseled mass of lean muscle, and every time you saw it, raw and naked and willing, you wanted it. You trailed back up to kiss at him again, letting the sweet meal that was his mouth sit on your taste buds.
"Hey," he said, "...I know you like me and everything," another kiss, "but we're starting to get sticky..."
He laughed and you bit your lip, wanting more but admittedly feeling a bit dirty...but damn you wanted more.
"Come here..." you breathed, smile gracing your lips, "I'm still hungry."
You got up, hand finding his before you led him back to the water. It would be quick, but enough to clean the both of you before you got dirty again.