You Can Try
Title: You Can Try (1/?)
Pairing: Julien Kang/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Words: 3,370
Warnings: dirty talk? and smut. yeah there's lots of bad smut
Unbeta-ed, all mistakes are mine
Summary: Changmin grins, looking up at someone for the first time in his life. He thinks he likes the feeling.
Notes: Yeah so this fic ran away from me, but the thought of this happening in real life pleases me greatly ≖‿≖ for whatkindoftea, madamteatime, and spell-on-you. Not sure if this is what you guys wanted OTL
"That really hurt, Changmin."
Changmin looks up in the middle of throwing on a clean shirt. Julien is standing at the door, all 193 cm of him, leaning against his waiting room door with his hands in his pockets. His eyes are on Changmin’s chest, and Changmin quickly tugs his shirt over himself, cheeks warm.
“Did it really? I wasn’t even using my full strength because I like you so much, hyung.”
Julien narrows his eyes at him, coming closer to him. “Wow, thanks, I’m so grateful.”
Changmin grins, looking up at someone for the first time in his life. He thinks he likes the feeling. “Did it hurt your feelings, hyung?”
“It did, you should...you know, apologize.”
Changmin is about to open his mouth and snicker a reply when someone knocks on the door to his waiting room. They both turn to look; John is standing at the door, looking, as usual, like he doesn’t know what’s going on. “Are you coming, hyung-deul? Everyone’s ready to go.”
The cast, with the exception of Hyejung, who had politely excused herself, and some of the staff had announced an impromptu dinner after filming; Changmin had been planning on going home and getting some much needed sleep, but Julien had asked earlier if he was going to dinner with them, and Changmin knew that wasn’t what he was really asking, so he said yes.
“Yeah, we’re coming,” Julien answered, moving away from Changmin.
Changmin sniggers because he is mentally 12 years old. “Together, I hope, hyung?” he asks slyly, and Julien gives him an unimpressed look over his shoulder.
John doesn’t get it. “Well, yeah, we’re all going together,” he says, the confusion obvious in his voice.
Changmin laughs, and then picks up his bag and slings an arm over John’s shoulder. “Oh okay, I was confused for a bit,” he says to John, but his eyes are on Julien behind him. Julien is looking back at him, and Changmin turns away with a smirk. He feels Julien’s eyes on him all the way to the parking lot.
***
They were shown into a private room, and the dinner is fun. Changmin finds he is glad he decided to stay. They were all guys, so they could be as loud and dirty as they wanted.
Hodong, Sugeun, and Jinyoung were off to one side, entertaining themselves as only entertainers could. Jiseok and John were sitting next to each other across from him, and Julien was sitting next to him. They had been talking for all of five minutes before he felt Julien’s hand on his thigh. Changmin had looked at him, but Julien was talking smoothly to Jiseok across from him. Changmin felt slightly skittish, but let him continue to touch him under the low table.
After everyone had a few beers, the atmosphere had loosened up a bit and they were all properly relaxed. The beer had him pleasantly buzzed, and Julien’s wandering hand wasn’t making him as nervous as it first had. He touches back hesitantly, and at first Julien seems slightly surprised, but then he eggs Changmin on. Feeling bold, Changmin slips his hand over his thighs and onto his groin. The jeans don’t give him much room to grasp him, but it’s enough to make Julien choke on his beer. Jiseok asks if he’s okay, and he grits out, “Just fine, thanks for asking.”
Changmin giggles, and then withdraws his hand.
After a while, John passes out and Jiseok gets up to use the bathroom. Julien turns to him.
“Can we stop playing around now?” he says, voice low.
“Who’s playing?” Changmin replies, laughter in his voice, and he is most definitely more than a little tipsy.
“Come home with me.”
Changmin stops laughing. He looks at Julien, and the handsome face looks back steadily. He doesn’t seem drunk at all.
“You still have to apologize, you know.”
“Oh...yeah. I should apologize,” Changmin says, staring at his mouth and wondering how it would taste. Julien’s piercing eyes are having a sobering effect on him, and Changmin feels lust unfurl through him.
Julien excuses himself from the dinner first, saying goodbye to the rest of the cast as Hodong calls a cab for John, who is now drooling on the table.
Every one of Changmin’s nerves are on fire, and he is itching to jump up after Julien, but he has to wait a while before he can leave. Finally, after an agonizing ten minutes, he leaves with hurried goodbyes, trying not to run to the parking lot and make a complete fool of himself.
Julien is waiting in his car, and when he sees Changmin he waves a hand out his window.
Changmin makes his way over to the car, a shiny silver Audi R8 Spyder. He whistles in appreciation as he gets into the passenger seat, the smell of leather and the scent of Julien’s cologne mixing in the car. Julien grins as he starts the car and backs out of the parking spot, one hand on the back of Changmin’s seat as he looks back. Changmin thinks he is so hot with his smooth driving, and then flushes from how close he is, then grows angry with himself for acting like a boy with a crush. Which he is.
“You like?”
“Yes, it’s very nice,” Changmin replies, but Julien catches his eyes focused on the way his shirt clings to his abs.
“I was talking about the car, Changmin-ah,” Julien teases.
Changmin looks away, too fast to be smooth, cheeks heating up. “I was too,” he mumbles.
Julien just smiles knowingly, and they say nothing more on the drive to Julien’s apartment.
***
Julien kisses him as soon as they are in the elevator; this late at night, no one was around to make them cautious. Changmin is caught off guard for a moment, but then he kisses back just as enthusiastically, hands coming up to hold his face. Julien’s floor comes too soon, and as the elevator doors open he has to physically push him off in case someone is around.
They stumble into his apartment, which Changmin thinks must be really nice but he has no time to look because Julien is holding his chin and eating his lips off and everything is silent except for their harsh breathing and pants. They make it to his bedroom but Julien doesn’t push him onto the bed, instead lifting him in his arms, forcing Changmin to wrap his arms and legs around him, and pushing him against the wall. He can feel Julien's erection pressing against his ass, and his own cock hardens.
Changmin can’t ever remember feeling so small and overpowered as Julien lifts him higher against the wall and mouths into his neck. He tilts his head back, eyes closing, sparks of lust igniting from wherever Julien puts his lips. He tugs at Julien's shirt, and Julien obliges him, leaning away slightly to throw his shirt off before coming back to lick at his collarbone. Changmin touches whatever he can get his hands on, broad shoulders and rippling back muscles and washboard abs. He does his best to grind down on Julien’s hard cock, and Julien groans against his throat.
He pushes Julien's mouth away from him. Julien looks dazed, eyes unfocused as he looks back at Changmin. He looks so completely out of it Changmin feels something like affection rush up at him, and he slams their lips together again, moaning hungrily when Julien invades his mouth with his tongue, exploring every inch of Changmin and Changmin thrives in it.
"Hyung...Julien hyung," Changmin gasps, wanting more but unable to voice it.
"Such a whore Changmin-ah," Julien whispers hotly. "I heard you're into that kinky shit. Is that right?"
"Where-where did you hear that," Changmin pants, hands gripping his shoulders, as Julien slips a hand between them and strokes his half-hard cock through the fabric of his basketball shorts.
"Changmin, please, don't make me out to be an idiot, you've said all that shit on national television. Your fans have had a lot of fun with it online."
"You've searched my name online?" Changmin manages to get out as Julien continues to stroke, precum now soaking through the fabric, and he feels a flash of triumph when Julien looks caught. He smirks.
It's quickly gone when Julien puts his hand in his shorts and squeezes his cock. "Ohhhh, fuck," he moans, forehead falling against Julien's shoulder.
"What were you saying, Changdola?"
Immediately Changmin's head snaps up. "Don't call me that," he snarls, digging his nails into his back and doing his best to hurt him.
Julien doesn't seem to notice. He grins at Changmin, voice taunting. "How come? Only your husband can call you that?" He snakes his hand further down Changmin's shorts to wrap his hand around Changmin's balls. The anger deflates out of him like air out of a balloon.
"I don't have a husband," he says weakly, pawing at his hand.
"No, you don't, you have hyungs you go to when you want to be fucked. Right?"
"Stop-stop that, don't do that I can't do anything if you do," Changmin whimpers, trying to remove himself from Julien's grip.
Julien does, shifting him in his arms to take off Changmin's shorts as he does so and leaving him in his boxers. His hand comes up to play with Changmin's nipple, twisting and tugging at the nub until it completely hardens. "I'm right, aren't I?"
"Ungf?"
"You, you go to Yunho and Jongsu and Heechul and tell them you want to be fucked and they fuck you, don't they," Julien says, giving the same treatment to the other nipple as he licks the shell of Changmin's ears.
"N-no," Changmin gasps.
"Yes you do." His voice is calm as brings his lips to Changmin's own, biting down on them.
"I don't!" Changmin protests, not even sure what he's denying anymore with the way Julien is moving his mouth over Changmin's, occasionally dipping his tongue in.
"Admit it or I won't fuck you."
Changmin snarls, getting angry. "Are you fucking serious?"
"Yes I'm fucking serious. I will tie you to this bed and put a cock ring on you. I'll masturbate on top of you and come all over you, and the whole time you'll watch me and beg me to let you come, but I won't listen. I'll drip candle wax over your pretty body-I know you'd like that- and blindfold you and maybe even gag you, depending on how mouthy you're being. Maybe I'll keep the ring on you all night, come on you a couple times and then go to sleep and you'll still be begging for release. How does that sound, pretty boy?"
Changmin snaps his teeth at him and punches his shoulder. Hard.
He may as well have punched a rock; Julien doesn't even flinch.
"Or maybe I'll do the opposite, make you come over and over again with no rest, until I fuck all the come out of you and there's nothing left. Would you like that better, you brat?"
"Just fuck me you dick!"
"Yes, you'd like that wouldn't you?" With this, Julien reaches over to his dresser, keeping his eyes on Changmin's the whole time with that stupid grin on his face, and Changmin kind of wants to rip his face off. Julien snatches up a bottle of lube, popping it open and squeezing a generous amount onto his hands. He rubs it with his fingers and then pulls down Changmin's boxers, bringing his fingers to Changmin's hole. Just when Changmin thinks he's finally getting what he wants, Julien brushes his fingers against it teasingly.
"Well?"
"What?!" Changmin snarls.
"Admit you're a cockwhore."
Changmin digs his nails into the sides of his neck. "Fuck you!"
Julien thrusts a finger in up to the knuckles, and Changmin moans, but it's not enough, he wants more, he wants Julien's dick and he wants it fucking now. "Hurry up."
And fuck, he is so hot with his calm ordering that Changmin lets out an embarrassing sound.
"Alright alright, I'm a cockwhore," Changmin grits out, cheeks flaming.
"Louder."
Changmin lets out an angry sound of frustration, hitting him with his fists, and then, "I'm a fucking cockwhore!"
"Good boy," Julien praises, and shoves the rest of the finger into Changmin, causing Changmin to jolt up the wall.
Changmin grips his shoulders, the burn of Julien's finger in him enough to water his eyes a little. Julien slides his finger in and out, watching his face. "More," Changmin says, breath shaky.
Julien slides in another finger, and another quickly joins; apparently Changmin wasn't the only impatient one.
"Okay okay that's good, enough," Changmin says, patience reaching its breaking point.
Julien takes his fingers out and quickly shoves his jeans and boxers down, his dick standing red and spilling precum.
He slicks himself up generously, and Changmin only now notices that his hands are shaking slightly.
That must hurt, Changmin thinks as he stares down at it. It was an angry shade of red, and Changmin is a little bit in awe of how much control Julien has over himself; Changmin had no clue he was so hard. The thought of a cock so thick and hard in him was almost enough to make him come.
Julien takes his dick in hand and thrusts up into Changmin so fast he doesn't know what happened.
"Oh, oh, fuck, w-wait hold on oh fuck," Changmin chokes out.
Julien smirks at him, and then smooths his hand up and down Changmin's thighs, mouthing and licking his jaw.
When the pain turns into the smallest wisps of pleasure, Changmin rolls his hips tentatively. It shoots flashes of pleasure up his spine, and both of them groan. His cock is throbbing with the need to come.
"You brat, did I say you could move?" Julien says, voice sounding strained.
"I don't need your permission," Changmin says, smirking.
Julien rams into him once, and leaves Changmin gasping. "Yes you do."
Changmin doesn't respond, trying not to come just yet.
"What's the matter, Changmin? Can't take this much cock? You should be used to it by now no? Or maybe your hyung isn't as big as everyone thinks he is. Maybe he doesn't satisfy your needs, you great big slut."
Changmin ignores his insults; he's just realized something. "You want me. You've wanted me for a long time." It wasn't a question.
Julien starts a slow rhythm. "You're cocky."
"You searched my name online. You found fanfics about me and hyung and it made you jealous," Changmin jeers at him.
Julien's eyes flash, and his mouth turns downwards. Changmin gets what he wants; Julien grips his thighs in a punishing hold and starts pounding into him, angry, and Changmin loves every second of it.
His head is banging against the wall every time Julien thrusts into him, but he doesn't want him to stop, so he keeps taunting him. "You- you read all those fanfics and...ooh...you wanted to do that stuff to me," Changmin manages between moans. He wraps his arms around Julien's neck, bringing his mouth to his ear. He pants heavily close to his ear, and feels the shiver make its way through Julien's body and the moan escape his lips.
"You want me so bad and you're jealous I'm hyung's."
Julien snaps his head to the side and bites his ear; Changmin whimpers, and brings his hands up to Julien's face, forcing it towards him and biting his lips. Hard. He doesn't let go even when Julien cries out in pain and tries to break away from him. When he tastes blood, he unlatches and licks at his lips in apology. And all the while, Julien is shoving himself in and out of Changmin's ass as if he could fuck the cheekiness out of him.
Julien glares at him. "You are such a fucking brat."
"That's why you want me."
Julien growls, unable to deny it. He fits his arms around Changmin and pulls out of him. Changmin whines, mouth open to protest, but then Julien carries him to the bed and drops him on it. Changmin looks up at him, sprawled on his back.
"Hands and knees," Julien says curtly, and Changmin can almost feel the tight control ready to snap.
Changmin does as he says, if only because he needs release just as much as Julien. Julien enters him swiftly, and this time he doesn't play around. He starts an unrelenting rhythm, hands so tight on his hips Changmin knows there will be bruises, and the vulgar sound of skin slapping against skin and their heavy panting fills the room. The new position soon has Julien hitting his spot, and Changmin almost explodes. Changmin's mind is in a haze, one thought picking up and breaking off before it can be concluded before another makes its way in.
"Touch yourself," Julien orders from behind, and Changmin is glad that he isn't the only one who can't breath properly.
He brings his hand to his cock, pumping it quickly. Julien is going too hard and fast though, and Changmin loses his balance, falling on his face with his ass in the air. Julien is hitting his spot over and over again, and a few tugs is all it takes before his orgasm rushes up at him and he falls over.
He comes with a shout, and his involuntary clenching causes Julien to follow right after. His body shakes uncontrollably, and finally he collapses on the bed with Julien still in him.
None of them make any motion to move, laying there as they catch their breaths.
"Get off me you giant," Changmin mumbles after a long moment.
Julien chuckles tiredly. He kisses the back of his neck, and then slowly pulls out of him before falling to the side. "Fuck I can't move."
Changmin turns his head towards him, still on his stomach. He can feel his come on his thighs and stomach, but can't bring himself to move.
Julien is laying on his back with his eyes closed, chest moving up and down. Changmin watches him for a while, liking the way his lashes lay on his cheeks and his lips are parted.
Julien opens his eyes and looks at him. "We should clean up."
"We should," Changmin agrees. Neither of them move.
Julien laughs softly, and then rolls over to grab tissue from the nightstand. He cleans them both up, Changmin feeling too lazy to move and more than willing to let Julien do the work. He throws the dirty tissues into the trash, and then comes back to Changmin.
"You."
"What."
"Spoon me."
"Spoon me, hyung."
"Spoon me you fucker."
"Okay."
Changmin smiles in satisfaction as Julien climbs into bed and turns Changmin on his side, wrapping his arms around his waist. He goes an extra step further and bends his knees, forcing Changmin to do the same until Changmin is curled into a ball with Julien cocooned aroud him, Changmin resting his arms on Julien's. Changmin is feeling warm and happy, and the long day of filming and basketball catches up with him as he feels his eyes flutter shut.
He knows he's a little out of his mind when he mumbles, "I get why women like big, tall men."
Julien laughs behind him, his warm breath hitting the back of his neck. "Changmin-ah, did you just compare yourself to a woman?"
"...fuck."
"It's okay, there's nothing wrong with being a pretty boy," Julien murmurs against his neck, kissing him lightly.
"Leave me alone."
Julien makes to move away, and Changmin's eyes snap open, turning to look at him as he clutches his arms, staying them around him.
"What are you doing?!"
"You told me to leave you alone so..."
"As if you'd listen that easily," Changmin huffs. "I didn't mean physically, I meant I want to sleep."
Julien chuckles, and then settles around Changmin again. "Alright, go to sleep pretty boy."
Changmin tightens Julien's arms around him.
"Don't try that again, I'll hurt you," Changmin grumbles as his eyes close again. He falls asleep to Julien kissing his nape.
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Pairing: Julien Kang/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Words: 3,370
Warnings: dirty talk? and smut. yeah there's lots of bad smut
Unbeta-ed, all mistakes are mine
Summary: Changmin grins, looking up at someone for the first time in his life. He thinks he likes the feeling.
Notes: Yeah so this fic ran away from me, but the thought of this happening in real life pleases me greatly ≖‿≖ for whatkindoftea, madamteatime, and spell-on-you. Not sure if this is what you guys wanted OTL
"That really hurt, Changmin."
Changmin looks up in the middle of throwing on a clean shirt. Julien is standing at the door, all 193 cm of him, leaning against his waiting room door with his hands in his pockets. His eyes are on Changmin’s chest, and Changmin quickly tugs his shirt over himself, cheeks warm.
“Did it really? I wasn’t even using my full strength because I like you so much, hyung.”
Julien narrows his eyes at him, coming closer to him. “Wow, thanks, I’m so grateful.”
Changmin grins, looking up at someone for the first time in his life. He thinks he likes the feeling. “Did it hurt your feelings, hyung?”
“It did, you should...you know, apologize.”
Changmin is about to open his mouth and snicker a reply when someone knocks on the door to his waiting room. They both turn to look; John is standing at the door, looking, as usual, like he doesn’t know what’s going on. “Are you coming, hyung-deul? Everyone’s ready to go.”
The cast, with the exception of Hyejung, who had politely excused herself, and some of the staff had announced an impromptu dinner after filming; Changmin had been planning on going home and getting some much needed sleep, but Julien had asked earlier if he was going to dinner with them, and Changmin knew that wasn’t what he was really asking, so he said yes.
“Yeah, we’re coming,” Julien answered, moving away from Changmin.
Changmin sniggers because he is mentally 12 years old. “Together, I hope, hyung?” he asks slyly, and Julien gives him an unimpressed look over his shoulder.
John doesn’t get it. “Well, yeah, we’re all going together,” he says, the confusion obvious in his voice.
Changmin laughs, and then picks up his bag and slings an arm over John’s shoulder. “Oh okay, I was confused for a bit,” he says to John, but his eyes are on Julien behind him. Julien is looking back at him, and Changmin turns away with a smirk. He feels Julien’s eyes on him all the way to the parking lot.
***
They were shown into a private room, and the dinner is fun. Changmin finds he is glad he decided to stay. They were all guys, so they could be as loud and dirty as they wanted.
Hodong, Sugeun, and Jinyoung were off to one side, entertaining themselves as only entertainers could. Jiseok and John were sitting next to each other across from him, and Julien was sitting next to him. They had been talking for all of five minutes before he felt Julien’s hand on his thigh. Changmin had looked at him, but Julien was talking smoothly to Jiseok across from him. Changmin felt slightly skittish, but let him continue to touch him under the low table.
After everyone had a few beers, the atmosphere had loosened up a bit and they were all properly relaxed. The beer had him pleasantly buzzed, and Julien’s wandering hand wasn’t making him as nervous as it first had. He touches back hesitantly, and at first Julien seems slightly surprised, but then he eggs Changmin on. Feeling bold, Changmin slips his hand over his thighs and onto his groin. The jeans don’t give him much room to grasp him, but it’s enough to make Julien choke on his beer. Jiseok asks if he’s okay, and he grits out, “Just fine, thanks for asking.”
Changmin giggles, and then withdraws his hand.
After a while, John passes out and Jiseok gets up to use the bathroom. Julien turns to him.
“Can we stop playing around now?” he says, voice low.
“Who’s playing?” Changmin replies, laughter in his voice, and he is most definitely more than a little tipsy.
“Come home with me.”
Changmin stops laughing. He looks at Julien, and the handsome face looks back steadily. He doesn’t seem drunk at all.
“You still have to apologize, you know.”
“Oh...yeah. I should apologize,” Changmin says, staring at his mouth and wondering how it would taste. Julien’s piercing eyes are having a sobering effect on him, and Changmin feels lust unfurl through him.
Julien excuses himself from the dinner first, saying goodbye to the rest of the cast as Hodong calls a cab for John, who is now drooling on the table.
Every one of Changmin’s nerves are on fire, and he is itching to jump up after Julien, but he has to wait a while before he can leave. Finally, after an agonizing ten minutes, he leaves with hurried goodbyes, trying not to run to the parking lot and make a complete fool of himself.
Julien is waiting in his car, and when he sees Changmin he waves a hand out his window.
Changmin makes his way over to the car, a shiny silver Audi R8 Spyder. He whistles in appreciation as he gets into the passenger seat, the smell of leather and the scent of Julien’s cologne mixing in the car. Julien grins as he starts the car and backs out of the parking spot, one hand on the back of Changmin’s seat as he looks back. Changmin thinks he is so hot with his smooth driving, and then flushes from how close he is, then grows angry with himself for acting like a boy with a crush. Which he is.
“You like?”
“Yes, it’s very nice,” Changmin replies, but Julien catches his eyes focused on the way his shirt clings to his abs.
“I was talking about the car, Changmin-ah,” Julien teases.
Changmin looks away, too fast to be smooth, cheeks heating up. “I was too,” he mumbles.
Julien just smiles knowingly, and they say nothing more on the drive to Julien’s apartment.
***
Julien kisses him as soon as they are in the elevator; this late at night, no one was around to make them cautious. Changmin is caught off guard for a moment, but then he kisses back just as enthusiastically, hands coming up to hold his face. Julien’s floor comes too soon, and as the elevator doors open he has to physically push him off in case someone is around.
They stumble into his apartment, which Changmin thinks must be really nice but he has no time to look because Julien is holding his chin and eating his lips off and everything is silent except for their harsh breathing and pants. They make it to his bedroom but Julien doesn’t push him onto the bed, instead lifting him in his arms, forcing Changmin to wrap his arms and legs around him, and pushing him against the wall. He can feel Julien's erection pressing against his ass, and his own cock hardens.
Changmin can’t ever remember feeling so small and overpowered as Julien lifts him higher against the wall and mouths into his neck. He tilts his head back, eyes closing, sparks of lust igniting from wherever Julien puts his lips. He tugs at Julien's shirt, and Julien obliges him, leaning away slightly to throw his shirt off before coming back to lick at his collarbone. Changmin touches whatever he can get his hands on, broad shoulders and rippling back muscles and washboard abs. He does his best to grind down on Julien’s hard cock, and Julien groans against his throat.
He pushes Julien's mouth away from him. Julien looks dazed, eyes unfocused as he looks back at Changmin. He looks so completely out of it Changmin feels something like affection rush up at him, and he slams their lips together again, moaning hungrily when Julien invades his mouth with his tongue, exploring every inch of Changmin and Changmin thrives in it.
"Hyung...Julien hyung," Changmin gasps, wanting more but unable to voice it.
"Such a whore Changmin-ah," Julien whispers hotly. "I heard you're into that kinky shit. Is that right?"
"Where-where did you hear that," Changmin pants, hands gripping his shoulders, as Julien slips a hand between them and strokes his half-hard cock through the fabric of his basketball shorts.
"Changmin, please, don't make me out to be an idiot, you've said all that shit on national television. Your fans have had a lot of fun with it online."
"You've searched my name online?" Changmin manages to get out as Julien continues to stroke, precum now soaking through the fabric, and he feels a flash of triumph when Julien looks caught. He smirks.
It's quickly gone when Julien puts his hand in his shorts and squeezes his cock. "Ohhhh, fuck," he moans, forehead falling against Julien's shoulder.
"What were you saying, Changdola?"
Immediately Changmin's head snaps up. "Don't call me that," he snarls, digging his nails into his back and doing his best to hurt him.
Julien doesn't seem to notice. He grins at Changmin, voice taunting. "How come? Only your husband can call you that?" He snakes his hand further down Changmin's shorts to wrap his hand around Changmin's balls. The anger deflates out of him like air out of a balloon.
"I don't have a husband," he says weakly, pawing at his hand.
"No, you don't, you have hyungs you go to when you want to be fucked. Right?"
"Stop-stop that, don't do that I can't do anything if you do," Changmin whimpers, trying to remove himself from Julien's grip.
Julien does, shifting him in his arms to take off Changmin's shorts as he does so and leaving him in his boxers. His hand comes up to play with Changmin's nipple, twisting and tugging at the nub until it completely hardens. "I'm right, aren't I?"
"Ungf?"
"You, you go to Yunho and Jongsu and Heechul and tell them you want to be fucked and they fuck you, don't they," Julien says, giving the same treatment to the other nipple as he licks the shell of Changmin's ears.
"N-no," Changmin gasps.
"Yes you do." His voice is calm as brings his lips to Changmin's own, biting down on them.
"I don't!" Changmin protests, not even sure what he's denying anymore with the way Julien is moving his mouth over Changmin's, occasionally dipping his tongue in.
"Admit it or I won't fuck you."
Changmin snarls, getting angry. "Are you fucking serious?"
"Yes I'm fucking serious. I will tie you to this bed and put a cock ring on you. I'll masturbate on top of you and come all over you, and the whole time you'll watch me and beg me to let you come, but I won't listen. I'll drip candle wax over your pretty body-I know you'd like that- and blindfold you and maybe even gag you, depending on how mouthy you're being. Maybe I'll keep the ring on you all night, come on you a couple times and then go to sleep and you'll still be begging for release. How does that sound, pretty boy?"
Changmin snaps his teeth at him and punches his shoulder. Hard.
He may as well have punched a rock; Julien doesn't even flinch.
"Or maybe I'll do the opposite, make you come over and over again with no rest, until I fuck all the come out of you and there's nothing left. Would you like that better, you brat?"
"Just fuck me you dick!"
"Yes, you'd like that wouldn't you?" With this, Julien reaches over to his dresser, keeping his eyes on Changmin's the whole time with that stupid grin on his face, and Changmin kind of wants to rip his face off. Julien snatches up a bottle of lube, popping it open and squeezing a generous amount onto his hands. He rubs it with his fingers and then pulls down Changmin's boxers, bringing his fingers to Changmin's hole. Just when Changmin thinks he's finally getting what he wants, Julien brushes his fingers against it teasingly.
"Well?"
"What?!" Changmin snarls.
"Admit you're a cockwhore."
Changmin digs his nails into the sides of his neck. "Fuck you!"
Julien thrusts a finger in up to the knuckles, and Changmin moans, but it's not enough, he wants more, he wants Julien's dick and he wants it fucking now. "Hurry up."
And fuck, he is so hot with his calm ordering that Changmin lets out an embarrassing sound.
"Alright alright, I'm a cockwhore," Changmin grits out, cheeks flaming.
"Louder."
Changmin lets out an angry sound of frustration, hitting him with his fists, and then, "I'm a fucking cockwhore!"
"Good boy," Julien praises, and shoves the rest of the finger into Changmin, causing Changmin to jolt up the wall.
Changmin grips his shoulders, the burn of Julien's finger in him enough to water his eyes a little. Julien slides his finger in and out, watching his face. "More," Changmin says, breath shaky.
Julien slides in another finger, and another quickly joins; apparently Changmin wasn't the only impatient one.
"Okay okay that's good, enough," Changmin says, patience reaching its breaking point.
Julien takes his fingers out and quickly shoves his jeans and boxers down, his dick standing red and spilling precum.
He slicks himself up generously, and Changmin only now notices that his hands are shaking slightly.
That must hurt, Changmin thinks as he stares down at it. It was an angry shade of red, and Changmin is a little bit in awe of how much control Julien has over himself; Changmin had no clue he was so hard. The thought of a cock so thick and hard in him was almost enough to make him come.
Julien takes his dick in hand and thrusts up into Changmin so fast he doesn't know what happened.
"Oh, oh, fuck, w-wait hold on oh fuck," Changmin chokes out.
Julien smirks at him, and then smooths his hand up and down Changmin's thighs, mouthing and licking his jaw.
When the pain turns into the smallest wisps of pleasure, Changmin rolls his hips tentatively. It shoots flashes of pleasure up his spine, and both of them groan. His cock is throbbing with the need to come.
"You brat, did I say you could move?" Julien says, voice sounding strained.
"I don't need your permission," Changmin says, smirking.
Julien rams into him once, and leaves Changmin gasping. "Yes you do."
Changmin doesn't respond, trying not to come just yet.
"What's the matter, Changmin? Can't take this much cock? You should be used to it by now no? Or maybe your hyung isn't as big as everyone thinks he is. Maybe he doesn't satisfy your needs, you great big slut."
Changmin ignores his insults; he's just realized something. "You want me. You've wanted me for a long time." It wasn't a question.
Julien starts a slow rhythm. "You're cocky."
"You searched my name online. You found fanfics about me and hyung and it made you jealous," Changmin jeers at him.
Julien's eyes flash, and his mouth turns downwards. Changmin gets what he wants; Julien grips his thighs in a punishing hold and starts pounding into him, angry, and Changmin loves every second of it.
His head is banging against the wall every time Julien thrusts into him, but he doesn't want him to stop, so he keeps taunting him. "You- you read all those fanfics and...ooh...you wanted to do that stuff to me," Changmin manages between moans. He wraps his arms around Julien's neck, bringing his mouth to his ear. He pants heavily close to his ear, and feels the shiver make its way through Julien's body and the moan escape his lips.
"You want me so bad and you're jealous I'm hyung's."
Julien snaps his head to the side and bites his ear; Changmin whimpers, and brings his hands up to Julien's face, forcing it towards him and biting his lips. Hard. He doesn't let go even when Julien cries out in pain and tries to break away from him. When he tastes blood, he unlatches and licks at his lips in apology. And all the while, Julien is shoving himself in and out of Changmin's ass as if he could fuck the cheekiness out of him.
Julien glares at him. "You are such a fucking brat."
"That's why you want me."
Julien growls, unable to deny it. He fits his arms around Changmin and pulls out of him. Changmin whines, mouth open to protest, but then Julien carries him to the bed and drops him on it. Changmin looks up at him, sprawled on his back.
"Hands and knees," Julien says curtly, and Changmin can almost feel the tight control ready to snap.
Changmin does as he says, if only because he needs release just as much as Julien. Julien enters him swiftly, and this time he doesn't play around. He starts an unrelenting rhythm, hands so tight on his hips Changmin knows there will be bruises, and the vulgar sound of skin slapping against skin and their heavy panting fills the room. The new position soon has Julien hitting his spot, and Changmin almost explodes. Changmin's mind is in a haze, one thought picking up and breaking off before it can be concluded before another makes its way in.
"Touch yourself," Julien orders from behind, and Changmin is glad that he isn't the only one who can't breath properly.
He brings his hand to his cock, pumping it quickly. Julien is going too hard and fast though, and Changmin loses his balance, falling on his face with his ass in the air. Julien is hitting his spot over and over again, and a few tugs is all it takes before his orgasm rushes up at him and he falls over.
He comes with a shout, and his involuntary clenching causes Julien to follow right after. His body shakes uncontrollably, and finally he collapses on the bed with Julien still in him.
None of them make any motion to move, laying there as they catch their breaths.
"Get off me you giant," Changmin mumbles after a long moment.
Julien chuckles tiredly. He kisses the back of his neck, and then slowly pulls out of him before falling to the side. "Fuck I can't move."
Changmin turns his head towards him, still on his stomach. He can feel his come on his thighs and stomach, but can't bring himself to move.
Julien is laying on his back with his eyes closed, chest moving up and down. Changmin watches him for a while, liking the way his lashes lay on his cheeks and his lips are parted.
Julien opens his eyes and looks at him. "We should clean up."
"We should," Changmin agrees. Neither of them move.
Julien laughs softly, and then rolls over to grab tissue from the nightstand. He cleans them both up, Changmin feeling too lazy to move and more than willing to let Julien do the work. He throws the dirty tissues into the trash, and then comes back to Changmin.
"You."
"What."
"Spoon me."
"Spoon me, hyung."
"Spoon me you fucker."
"Okay."
Changmin smiles in satisfaction as Julien climbs into bed and turns Changmin on his side, wrapping his arms around his waist. He goes an extra step further and bends his knees, forcing Changmin to do the same until Changmin is curled into a ball with Julien cocooned aroud him, Changmin resting his arms on Julien's. Changmin is feeling warm and happy, and the long day of filming and basketball catches up with him as he feels his eyes flutter shut.
He knows he's a little out of his mind when he mumbles, "I get why women like big, tall men."
Julien laughs behind him, his warm breath hitting the back of his neck. "Changmin-ah, did you just compare yourself to a woman?"
"...fuck."
"It's okay, there's nothing wrong with being a pretty boy," Julien murmurs against his neck, kissing him lightly.
"Leave me alone."
Julien makes to move away, and Changmin's eyes snap open, turning to look at him as he clutches his arms, staying them around him.
"What are you doing?!"
"You told me to leave you alone so..."
"As if you'd listen that easily," Changmin huffs. "I didn't mean physically, I meant I want to sleep."
Julien chuckles, and then settles around Changmin again. "Alright, go to sleep pretty boy."
Changmin tightens Julien's arms around him.
"Don't try that again, I'll hurt you," Changmin grumbles as his eyes close again. He falls asleep to Julien kissing his nape.
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