bet that I can make you believe in love and sex and magic

Mar 01, 2011 01:05

Title: Sleight of Hand
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Qmi
Summary: he looks so perfect, Zhou Mi can't help but take his breath away (ahahaha #foreverlame)
A/N: Yep. Was gonna leave Zhou Mi’s fingerless gloves on, but figured that might not make for the best handjob ever. That being said, this is um my INEXCUSABLY LATE help_pakistan for the most lovely read: eternally patient and endlessly understanding liederkreis ♥ Warning for breathplay, very light d/s, come-swapping, bondage, mild pain!kink



“Leave it,” Zhou Mi smiles against Kyuhyun’s temple, pushing his hands away and replacing them with his own, fingers curling around what he knows is synthetic material. He also knows it won’t rip as easily as silk and indulges himself in using a little more force than necessary to pull Kyuhyun against his mouth, leading him into a slow, dirty tongue fucking.

Kyuhyun gives up an easy moan, stumbling back when Zhou Mi tilts his head to get a better taste of him. The small sound sears through him, echoing white hot from head to toe, sending the impatience already roiling in his belly to flare. And all Zhou Mi can think is magic, like throwing a pin at a pane of glass and the resulting shatter. He pulls away and winds the tie around his hand before pressing the flat of his palm to Kyuhyun’s chest. Kyuhyun licks at the corner of his mouth, curved into an eager smile as he tosses his hair away from his eyes. Zhou Mi’s a little in love with the way the material of the tie cuts into the tendons standing out in Kyuhyun’s neck as he cants his head, little gold hoop settling in the hollow of his throat. He pulls a little harder, just because he can, and watches Kyuhyun’s jaw tighten.

“Congratulating yourself?” Kyuhyun sneers, voice strained.

Zhou Mi just smiles and fits his hips to Kyuhyun’s, walking him backwards, hips swaying together as they step over Kyuhyun’s shirt and their discarded jackets, right up until Kyuhyun’s back is molded to the wall, concrete scraping against his shoulderblades. Kyuhyun stares up at him, hands fisted at his sides and chin lifted defiantly even as Zhou Mi watches him swallow back a groan when he jerks the end of the tie. Satisfied, he dips his head and mouths at the material, free hand splayed over the open V of Kyuhyun’s slacks as he hums, “I do have amazing taste.”

He’s almost totally sure that earned him an eyeroll, but the shiver he gets from the slide of his palm over the head of Kyuhyun’s cock totally trumps. He grips him a little more tightly and waits for the sharp press of nails into his shoulders. It takes Kyuhyun the length of a broken moan to get a punishing hold on Zhou Mi and even less time for Zhou Mi to release a loop of the tie and swing his hand out, fist landing against the wall. Kyuhyun lets out a strangled sound in response, hips jerking forward. The material goes taut under the open press of Zhou Mi’s mouth as Kyuhyun turns his head away from Zhou Mi’s hand, braced just above his ear. He traces his tongue along where the tie crosses the bob of Kyuhyun’s adam’s apple, teeth teasing the edge of the fabric, realising with a pure adrenaline rush that Kyuhyun’s pulled it even tighter all on his own.

Straightening, Zhou Mi takes his hand away from the insistent push of Kyuhyun’s hips and instead grips Kyuhyun by the chin, tugging until Kyuhyun looks at him straight on. His eyeliner is no longer neat lines of professionally smudged black pencil, having been further hazed into a smokey eye that pushes his glower into something a little closer to the edge of obscene. And it just twists something in Zhou Mi, turning all of this from want to need.

He glances to the left, eyes on Kyuhyun’s fingers, pushed up under the material of the open dress shirt barely hanging onto his frame, curved around his shoulders, white fingertips pressing crescent moons into his skin. “Kui Xian, I thought we talked about this,”

Kyuhyun’s glare sharpens and Zhou Mi jerks the tie hard, watching the gold hoop jump back against Kyuhyun’s throat, marking the spot where he’d caught Kyuhyun’s breath. Zhou Mi leans in with a quiet moan of approval when he feels Kyuhyun’s nails dig in deeper, “See, I knew you could play nice.”

He drops the tie and gets a preemptive arm around Kyuhyun’s middle, but Kyuhyun just coughs hoarsely and gives Zhou Mi a lazy tilt of his lips, “Adverb.”

Pressing closer, Zhou Mi wraps his fingers around the waist of Kyuhyun’s boxers, teeth working a spot just below Kyuhyun’s jaw which he seems to recall being a very effective method for turning Kyuhyun into a babbling mess. He feigns a breathy groan and nearly laughs halfway through, “Should have your mouth washed out."

Kyuhyun laughs too, but the groan that vibrates under the press of Zhou Mi’s lips probably isn’t fake. At least, Zhou Mi hopes not. He’d like to think it’s more likely due to his hand in Kyuhyun’s pants. He lifts his head and watches Kyuhyun dig his teeth into the fullness of his bottom lip and makes a command decision. Kyuhyun’s eyes snap open when Zhou Mi takes his hand away, “Zhou Mi.”

Zhou Mi leans into Kyuhyun and purrs, “Never heard anybody make my name a threat before.”

“That,” Kyuhyun seethes, angling for Zhou Mi’s mouth anyway, “is a complete and utter lie.”

Zhou Mi lets him catch it, lips parting easily for his tongue while he eases Kyuhyun’s pants and boxers over the swell of his ass, fingers stroking the curve of it in passing. It doesn’t take long before Kyuhyun’s grinding against his thigh, the press of his mouth getting a little sloppier as his hands get back beneath the fabric of Zhou Mi’s shirt to stroke his ribs encouragingly. He tugs at the hem, turning his head and nosing under Zhou Mi’s ear, teeth snagging just beside a glittering stud as he hisses, “Off.”

“I’m a little bit busy,” Zhou Mi says, fingers curling back around the base of Kyuhyun’s cock, “Think you can handle it?”

“Could, but then you’d have to stop doing what you’re doing, so no.” Kyuhyun makes a self-satisfied noise at the back of his throat, and with the flick of his wrist, Zhou Mi turns it into something a little more like a moan. “I changed my mind, looks good, we’ll keep it.”

“Liar.” Zhou Mi snorts, sliding his free hand from Kyuhyun’s belly button upwards, blunt edge of a nail tracing around a nipple before he bends, teasing with careful teeth and soft swipes of his tongue, fingers now toying with the tail of the tie around Kyuhyun’s neck, humming against his skin, “At least I was telling the truth when I said this looked good on you.”

“You- Fuck, stop complimenting yourself.” Kyuhyun’s head tips back against the wall with a thud, his fingers tangling in Zhou Mi’s hair for just a moment before Zhou Mi shakes them free and stands, affecting a hurt look.

“Hey, you don’t think I’m good?”

Zhou Mi barely strangles down a laugh when Kyuhyun rolls his eyes, hips pushing forward into the stilled tunnel of his fist, tone just slightly less than desperate as he huffs, “Sure, whatever, but less clothing is always better.”

“Oh okay.” His lips tilt at an angle that Kyuhyun should really be able to read as Trouble by now as he takes Kyuhyun’s hands and lifts them up, “As long as we’re being honest, I think you’d look better like this.”

Not giving Kyuhyun any more of a chance at escape, Zhou Mi loops the tail of the tie around Kyuhyun’s wrists, pressing half kisses to his knuckles while he secures the knot.

Zhou Mi sort of has to hand it to him when Kyuhyun simply arches an eyebrow at his pleased sigh. Tongue touched to the wicked edge of a canine, Zhou Mi slithers a hand back down, thumb slicking over the head of Kyuhyun’s cock while he grins in answer, “Just like Christmas morning.”

***

Zhou Mi looks up from under the heavy fall of his bangs, the tip of his tongue running over his bottom lip, the action alone like an invitation with Kyuhyun’s name embossed in gold leaf lettering. And as much as it looks like Kyuhyun would rather nothing better than to fuck Zhou Mi’s mouth the prettiest shade of red, he’s capable of little more than doing his best to grind down Zhou Mi’s resolve to take things slowly, armed only with the weight of his stare.

Unfortunately, having Kyuhyun’s full and undivided attention only encourages Zhou Mi’s efforts. He grips the base of Kyuhyun’s cock and pumps him slow and easy, leaning in to lick at the precome that wells up with every smooth stroke, tongue dipping into the slit, looking for more. He smears the slickness back over his lips and listens to Kyuhyun bite back a whimper when he continues on, pulling his tongue around the ridge, applying the soft, hot pull of his mouth.

There’s something about the way he tastes that makes Zhou Mi want to savor every single second he has his tongue wrapped around Kyuhyun, but at the same time he’s barely got enough self-control to hold himself back, struggling against the bone-deep hunger to take Kyuhyun whole and suck until he’s got a mouthful of that familiar tang spilling over the back of his tongue.

Glancing upwards, Zhou Mi catches sight of Kyuhyun with parted lips, breath coming in short, harsh gasps, his fingers knotted together where he holds them in front of his chest, dark eyes still focused on Zhou Mi’s mouth. He leaves himself enough slack in the tie to rasp, “Do it right.”

Zhou Mi laughs, tongue dragging along nice and slow from base to tip where he pauses, lips brushing the head, “Bossy.”

He takes Kyuhyun right down, mouth wrapped tight around his cock as he gives him straight suction, ready for it when his hips jerk forwards as he stutters, “Shit, Zhou Mi.”

A pleading moan leaves Kyuhyun, the sound cutting off neatly just when it had started to soak into Zhou Mi. He realises with a start exactly what Kyuhyun’s playing at, and from then on he’s got his mouth on Kyuhyun’s cock and his hand on himself.

He gets his opposite forearm pressed across Kyuhyun’s hips, pinning him back against the wall, giving the length of Kyuhyun’s cock one last longing suck. Zhou Mi sweeps his tongue over the head listening to Kyuhyun exhaling harshly through his nose every time he licks at him. And he can’t help but think to himself that Kyuhyun usually doesn’t sound like this when he’s halfway down Zhou Mi’s throat; even through the dizzy haze of having Kyuhyun thick and heavy in his mouth, there are still some sounds that Zhou Mi’s well-attuned to. He chances a look upwards and finds Kyuhyun with his hands stretched just over his head, the harsh white of his teeth closed tight around the tie where it crosses his mouth, eyes clenched shut. He looks for the rise of Kyuhyun’s chest but sees only tension in the stillness.

Focus still caught on the glint of gold against Kyuhyun’s neck, he gives him a tentative suck, watching intently as Kyuhyun tilts his head, material cutting close, desperate sounds muffled behind gritted teeth and then silenced entirely.

Zhou Mi’s cock pulses in his grip, want surging through him as he scrambles forward, getting his mouth as far down as possible, pushing past the burn until his nose brushes against soft skin, forehead resting against his arm, still holding Kyuhyun back. His eyes are watering and he’s fighting against his gag reflex, swallowing around Kyuhyun’s cock while he strokes himself and tries desperately not to lose it. He gives Kyuhyun his very best until his body reminds him that, contrary to current expectation, air is actually what he needs to live.

He pulls off just as Kyuhyun coughs, gasping for air and sucking in ragged breaths as he lowers his arms. “Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi let me- please,”

The desperate edge in Kyuhyun’s voice cuts right into Zhou Mi, and he knows exactly how this is going to end, the next sequence of events all hinged, so to speak, on the corners of his jaw. He could say no, could walk away. But he’s not sure he could scratch this itch with his own hand, touching himself and still able to taste Kyuhyun, body still singing for him. It just wouldn’t be worth it. And the fact that Kyuhyun had even asked at all means he already knew what Zhou Mi’s answer would be.

But really, saying no to Kyuhyun (okay, and actually meaning it) isn’t something he typically makes a habit of, especially not when it concerns having him heavy and hot over his tongue, working himself deeper and Zhou Mi on his knees, more than happy to take it however he wants to give it. Kyuhyun makes a wounded noise at the back of his throat when Zhou Mi licks his lips wet, hands sliding back around to cup Kyuhyun’s ass, pushing his hips forward as he takes him into his mouth, groaning something he hopes translates as a very firm go ahead.

“Yeah, just like that, make it wet.” Kyuhyun lets out a hiss, voice just above a rasp as Zhou Mi works his tongue against him, taking him deeper with every fluid roll of Kyuhyun’s hips. He gets in a final deep breath before Kyuhyun’s grinding against his mouth hard and fast, and it’s almost too much for him to do anything but brace his hand on Kyuhyun’s thigh, giving up on finesse and style and just trying to make it good. He knows he must look a mess on his knees like this, lips wet and fucked cherry red, pulled tight around Kyuhyun’s cock while he works a hand over himself, moaning for Kyuhyun to open his eyes and see. He tries to match Kyuhyun’s pace, pushing up into the tight circle of his fist, focusing on the heat spreading over the corner of his jaw, almost an ache except it feels too good.

His lashes flutter and he catches sight of Kyuhyun still pulling at the tie, and then his eyes snap shut, a flash of anticipation cascading over him, precome spilling thick over his fingers and if his mouth weren’t full he’s sure he’d have Kyuhyun’s name on his lips. But the next thing he knows is a hand pushing his hair out of his face, he startles at the unexpected touch and sees Kyuhyun’s tie hanging rumpled and bitten damp from his shoulders, his hands freed. It takes a moment for Zhou Mi’s lust-saturated mind to connect the dots, concluding that Kyuhyun had also been pulling the opposite end of the fabric and loosening the knot Zhou Mi probably hadn’t tied all that securely in the first place. Not that he’s really going to complain when Kyuhyun’s getting a steady grip on his chin, pulling his jaw wide as he pants, “Swallow.”

Kyuhyun’s thumb dips into corner of Zhou Mi’s mouth, pressed tight up against the flick of his tongue as he works to keep up, the first pulse striking hot over the roof of his mouth and after that taste he’s just trying to swallow as best he can. Kyuhyun ends up making a mess anyway, Zhou Mi smearing it further over his lips as he licks at the pad of Kyuhyun’s thumb, still pumping himself, toes curling in his boots when Kyuhyun pulls away, reaching instead for Zhou Mi’s free hand and crouching down in front of him. His cock twitches heavily in his grip as Kyuhyun guides his opposite hand, tips of his fingers bumping awkwardly over his mouth, the line of his jaw, swiping through sticky strands as Kyuhyun helps him gather up everything he’d missed. He comes over his fist with a hoarse shout, head tipped back, hips twitching into each surge of heat that washes over him; and somewhere in the back of Zhou Mi's mind, he registers the rough swipe of Kyuhyun’s tongue over his fingers as he sucks them clean.

Zhou Mi’s still shivering when Kyuhyun takes it upon himself to lap at the come smeared over the back of his other hand. If he thought there was even the remotest anatomical possibility of a repeat performance, he probably would have been more than ready after watching the pink swipe of Kyuhyun’s tongue, laving between his knuckles, chasing down every last drop. But as it is, the only thing Zhou Mi is actually capable of doing is dragging Kyuhyun back against his chest and pressing kisses to his favorite freckles and maybe sleeping. Sleeping, he feels, would be wonderful.

“I guess you do have good taste,” Kyuhyun muses with a smack of his lips, fingers idly circling Zhou Mi’s bellybutton.

Opening one eye, Zhou Mi glances sidelong at Kyuhyun, voice hesitant, “So...”

“So I guess we can use the hats.” he sighs, lips quirking at the excited kick of Zhou Mi’s legs against his own.

Zhou Mi winds his arms around Kyuhyun’s stomach and squeezes, rocking him side to side enthusiastically, “I promise you won’t regret this!”

A/N II: additional thanks to everyone who read this over and assured me that I was not insane (well, any more than usual) and encouraged me to keep going when this fic had me ripping out handfuls of hair. I probably owe all of you already, but if I didn't before, then I definitely do now ♥ I'm really lucky to have such awesome people around me

extra special thanks to blahnicity for all the over time she pulled. seriously guys, this is the kind of shit Ally puts up with ;;

remixied: I don't want to say 'gushes'
but what's another word for :^DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
remixied: SDFGHDFGH QUICK, BE USEFUL
remixied: so, overall, how badly does this fic make you want to scratch your eyes out?

but I guess she's learned to deal with me :3

blahnicity: :|
SMACK
remixied: UNF HARDER
blahnicity: ~~~GETS RIDING CROP~~~~

And last but not least, if anyone's interested, this is just a post of all the SJM 太完美-related gifs I've collected

FUCK YES THIS SHIT IS DONE AND RORIE, BBY, I HOPE I DID OKAY FOR YOU \O/////////////// TYFYT.

rating: nc17, format: oneshot, author: remixied, fandom: super junior, pairing: qmi

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