[FIC] ONE NIGHT II (And A Little Less Clothes...) {MinHo, NC-17}
{One Night II} And A Little Less Clothes...
MinHo, NC-17
Romance? Fluff? USELESS SMUT! ♥
There's some striptease in here as well! 8DDDD
It could’ve lasted forever and none of them would’ve noticed. But having been effectively lulled and the gentle sway of their carrier finally stopping, they stumble from the van on unwilling legs and recoil at the biting wind. None dare complain in the presence of their manager at just how shitty their night has been but instead take to jokingly pestering the last one to be taken home with some physical abuse and light-hearted teasing.
“God, I wish I could get a drink.” Yoochun groaned, leaning against the bar and wistfully peering at the fake bottles of alcohol lining the shelves.
“I think you’re an alcoholic.” Jae replied as he walked off in the direction of Seunghyun, pulling a nodding Junsu along with him.
As the vehicle pulls out of the underground parking lot, no one says anything but take to whispering to his respective lover and trade drowsy smiles of contentment that stem from the happiness of just being home. Trudging up to the apartment and escaping the winter night’s chill, they slip into the lobby with a bow to the doorman.
“I hate the cold.” Junsu pouts, as the eldest rubs his upper arms in some sad attempt at warming him up.
Unable to bear neither the cold nor the drowsy feeling in his legs, Yunho simply wraps an arm around Changmin’s waist and pulls him closer, resting his forehead to the slant where neck and shoulder meet. Cologne and the pure scent that is his doengsaeng stretches a smile over his lips as he lets the other pull him into the elevator.
Hushed whispers from behind make him look up and catch Junsu’s hand in the air, mere inches from groping his lover.
‘Pervert.’ he mumbles to the couple as they giggle.
He tightens his grip and kisses Changmin’s jaw line.
*
The bedroom door shuts with a click and Changmin lets go of his tight grip on the other with a chuckle and strips himself down in a matter of seconds, setting to the task of hanging up the crisp suit in it’s protective bag. Taking to simply watching, Yunho takes a seat on the edge of their bed, crossing his legs and resting his cheek against his palm. The zip of the bag is all that fills the silent space between them.
“Why are you staring?”
“Geez, eyes on the back of your head or what?”
Shrugging, he turns, “Well, when it’s all quiet and you’re not already all over me, I can pretty much sense what you’re doing.”
“And what is that?”
“Wanting to be all over me.” the younger smirks while walking over and grabs his wrist, pulling him up. “And maybe, me in you as well.”
A shiver of something completely different compared to the past chills of the winter’s nip courses though his body. But last night’s happenings make him wince noticeably. While Jaejoong and Yoochun went out for a drink and Junsu went to a movie with some friends, they went out for dinner. Upon arriving back home, somewhere between the front door and their bedroom, they ended up fucking like two straight hormonal teenagers that just started using the pill. Lube wasn’t anywhere within reach.
Lips press to his ear lobe as hands move smoothly up the indent of his spine through the layers of cloth still present, fingers dancing back downwards. He unconsciously threads his fingers into the dark violet tresses, savouring in the silky texture.
“Changmin?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m-“ air catches in his throat as teeth scrape at a vulnerable spot behind his ear, “I’m sore enough as it is…”
“I swear, I’ll be gentle.” His voice is even and serious. But it’s the skim of warm breath into the shell of his ear that makes him reconsider with another shiver.
“Now let’s hang up your suit.”
Changmin steps forward more, bringing them flush against one another. Willing his fingers to stop their shaking, Yunho works on his tie, feeling Changmin’s glide around his hips and delve into his two layers of clothes. He gasps, hips roughly pushed forward as hands grip his rear.
Soft lips are pressed to his neck, making him tilt his head to the side as he unbuttons the suit jacket. Changmin noses up to his chin and kisses the corner of his mouth, he angles and lets their mouths meet lazily, moving perfectly against one another. Lips gliding, chapped but wet and so sweet. Tongue outlining his mouth, he opens up ever so slightly and allows for the intrusion. The unconscious act of breathing becomes much more conscious.
Recently, it’s begun to feel like all they ever do is have sex and that that is the one thing their relationship centers on. His chest feels oddly heavy as he presses their lips together once again, neglecting the suit and letting his fingers glide down the soft skin of his lover’s face in order to cups his cheeks. If only he could pour his whole heart into it, let every strand of his love be that much more obvious to the younger man.
Changmin pulls away first, eyebrows knitting together in concern. “Baby, really…what’s really wrong?”
He sighs and fights the prickling of tears against his eyelids. “I love you.”
“And that’s a bad thing…?”
“No, I just want you to know. I just…”
Face turning serious, the younger man wraps his arms protectively around his waist, “I love you too, Jung Yunho. You better not be doubting-“
“No, no, no!” He shakes his head, lowering it so that the moisture clinging to its source isn‘t visible, “I just wish…you knew how much.”
He’d never doubt the love they share. Min’s risking everything the five of them have built just by being with him, risking their entire career just to be able to kiss when no one is looking. It’s a secret only a select few know of and even then it’s just one big risk that half of them disapprove of. But when the level headed magnae admitted to feeling more then brotherly love, Yunho couldn’t believe that he was willing to give it a chance.
A silence passes as Changmin grips the front of his suit and presses their foreheads together.
“Hyung, what am I going to do with you?”
He smiles, closing his eyes and continuing on with the removal of some stiff barriers.
“I don’t know~ Hey, Junsu and Jaejoong tried to molest you in the elevator.“
Helping knuckles brush over the rough fabric of his jacket as the buttons release one by one and he wants to feel them against bare skin.
“Knowing Jae, they were probably trying to start some foursome.”
A laugh bubbles up at the roll of his lover’s eyes,
“Probably.”
A moment passes and the temperature of his body begins to rise, consuming him and forcing him realize just how bad he’ll always want the other man. Pushing the jacket off broad shoulders, he can feel the familiar burning of Changmin’s gaze on the white button up shirt that sits so close to his frame, it shows just a little more then most. A blush creeps up his neck at how an eye brow is cocked up.
“Baby, we don’t have to do this.”
“I know.” a quick smile curving his lips.
After the first button is undone on the thin white shirt, Yunho pushes his hands away.
“Let me do the rest, lay down.”
Sticking out his bottom lip, the leader brushes past the pouting magnae with a smirk sat so obviously on the corner of his mouth. Most likely catching and mirroring it, he can hear the bounce of springs as the other climbs onto the mattress. Back facing him, he stares straight at the open closet and attempts to steady his heart.
“Are you going to be giving me a show Yunho?”
“Why…” he spins on the balls of his feet, pulling the jacket off fully, “I just might.”
Teeth chewing his bottom lip, he swivels his hips in a full, agonizingly slow circle. Leaving his back arched forwards and rear sticking out, he lowers his head and peers out from underneath low lashes. He brings up his right hand over the jut of a hip, higher up his side, along the rise of his chest and pushes his palm, fingers splayed, up his neck. Tongue released from behind his lips, he licks the length of his index finger, only to bring it back down, trailing saliva down his Adam’s apple and past the indent of collar bones.
Changmin sweeps his tongue over his own bottom lip, face turning serious as he watches hands pop the buttons from their respective slits, one at a time, slowly revealing more and more skin. But instead of letting his younger lover completely enjoy the view, he does another spin, back facing his audience once again.
In order to keep from receiving a surprise attack from the other, he keeps one eye set on the naked flesh that makes him burn even more as he shifts on the mattress. A smirk plays on his lips as he sway his hips deliciously, pulling on the front of his belt.
“Ungh~ My clothes are so hot, Minnie.” bending over slightly, “So fucking hot.”
He rolls his hips, continues the wave up his torso and spreads his legs. Reaching a hand between, he presses his fingers to the hem of his backside and slowly brings them forward, making an obvious show of touching himself. He’s already hard and it’s taking all the willpower he’s got not to just jump on the bed and have Changmin pound him into the mattress.
Another sway of his hips from side to side, he lets out a low chesty moan.
“My god…”
Is the response he gets as he lets the white shirt hang off his shoulders and does a wave so he’s standing sideways to the bed. Pulling on the belt buckle, clank of metal and a pull of a chain releasing the leather along with polyester from around his hips. It falls to the floor with a little push downwards and hungry eyes almost burn a hole in the front of his boxers.
Deciding to play it innocent, peering up submissively, he makes eye contact. Unashamed and giving him a whole different kind of show, Changmin has a hand down his boxers, lips parted ever so slightly and staring like he owns him. Yunho can’t deny that he doesn’t.
“Do you want it, Minnie?” he runs a hand through his hair and lets his eyelids flutter, “Tell me.”
“Come here.”
It’s so demanding that he fights the tremor in his knees as he pulls the white button up shirt from his forearms, steps out of the fabric around his ankles and lets hips sway just a little more then necessary. Not breaking eye contact, Changmin sits further up on the pillows and he crawls up the length of the mattress from the very foot.
Pulling his hand from the fabric once he’s within reach, the younger grabs his upper arms and yanks him forward. Yunho yelps as he’s crushed between a solid chest and large arms.
“Yes, Yunho-” hot breath sets off tingles on his neck, “I want it.”
He fights back a moan as the rough fabric chafes his skin in a deliciously tempting manner as Changmin flicks his hips forward, grinding and swivelling them together.
“But let me take care of you.”
Blinking, the soft press of lips to his jaw line and the soothing tone of his voice makes a lump form in his throat as they roll over and the other looms over on all fours.
“I want…this is one of the things I love about you.”
Like butter, his flesh melts under the 10 fingers skimming downwards but contrastingly hardening as well. Over bones and muscles, the gentle sweep of fingertips along his abdomen send ripples over his tendons. A giggle sputters up out of his lungs. Patterns are drawn into his skin by long fingers that can so easily fix and break him.
“Changminnie~” he groans wantonly, still giggling as teeth scrap a sensitive spot underneath his ribs.
Smiling tenderly in response, he fingers the elastic of his waistband. Air gets lost somewhere in his throat as he meets Changmin’s eye and sees things within the molten chocolate, things that make his insides burn and flutter. The raw emotions overwhelms him and he screws his eyes shut out of fear that the excitement running through his senses will heighten and become so insufferably blaring.
“You let me do this.”
Tongue flat to the nub sat erect on his chest, he arches upwards and sinks his teeth into his knuckle to keep quiet. The back of his throat itches with the need to voice it, the pleading need for the younger to do more, to do everything and yet nothing all at the very same time. Goosebumps form with every ghosting breath and light touch, leaving trails of fiery want in their wake.
“And only me.”
“Who else would be willing?”
The swirl of a wet tongue along the rim of his navel opens his eyes involuntarily.
“Any girl given a condom, 15 minutes alone with you in any vacant space large enough to fuck in and your consent.”
He winces at the choice in words, noticing the venom hidden underneath them.
“Like any of them can get to me like you…”
A slight smirk laces itself over rose pink flesh that suddenly Yunho wants to bite, roll between his teeth and lick with the full edge of his tongue. Moving his ministrations back upwards, he squirms under the way his senses adjust to the sudden change in location and smiles back once he gets eye level. He threads the tresses of deep purple through his fingers.
“I love you.” his breath still warm but finer now.
“I love you too.”
Eyes dip in that sad, reminiscent way they go whenever he listens to their older songs, that fine sheen of thoughts and memories rolling by in the back of his mind at the speed of light accompanying it. Yunho fights the questions and pulls him into a kiss, into another promise sat on his lips, that of constant tomorrows and an unyielding future. Breathing harshly through noses, they part.
“I love you.”
Dull fingernails drag downwards over his ribs and another laugh pushes up from his tummy,
”Stop that!”
Changmin snickers, before pressing his palms over his lower stomach, digits slipping under the only article of clothing still on. Gasping at the sensation of cool callused fingers mere inches from delicate flesh, he tightens his arms around the other.
“Changmin…”
He shakes his head, sincerity etching itself over his features, “I’ll be gentle.”
“I know, just hurry up.”
The smirk of realization makes him shut his eyes again in order to suppress the embarrassing blush spreading over his entire body. Fumbling to the left means the lube is in hand and the flick of the cap swirls want and fear over his lower half along with the fabric being pulled off. A groan escapes out of further embarrassment and the friction of the clothe.
Legs splay out of habit and he buries burning cheeks into the crook of his lover‘s neck as chests meet. Suddenly, everything feels so exposed, everything about him feels like it’s on display and for the taking. But only if the other wants it.
“Hurry~”
A warm sigh, heavy with humidity but light and shuttering. Easing in without the pretence of hurting, the slick digit bends and curves to accommodate as much as his muscles will allow. Deafening slow and overwhelmingly gentle, Yunho fights back the onslaught of emotions but wholeheartedly welcomes the stretch. It aches and burns, but only a slight prickling, not searing and shooting up his spine like hot irons.
“Hurt?”
“A little.”
Changmin smiles again, leaving a kiss to the corner of his mouth and skimming his nose over the apples of his cheeks. The heat spread out across everything heightens as another finger makes it’s way in, not rushing and demanding. But Yunho feels his own need growing in the pit of his stomach and he tightens his grip around the other’s neck.
“Faster.”
“I told you I’d be-”
“I don’t care~”
“Gentle.”
He groans as a healthy amount of pressure sets itself on the bundle of nerves inside.
“Changmin~!”
The smile becomes slightly sinister,
“Just wanted to make sure I knew where it was.”
“Liar.” he gasps, the third appendage joining the previous two.
Everything is intensifying exponentially, every feather light brush of lips against the burn of his face, the other unoccupied fingers gripping the full length still straining upwards and pressed to Changmin’s lower stomach. He can’t help the moan that rolls over his tongue at the pure want overwhelming him entirely, just to have the familiar throbbing of the other against the aching stretch already.
“I’m ready, please, just…” fingers scissor and his eyes roll back.
Suddenly they disappear and he feels cold and intensely empty. Changmin straightens up, still on his knees and uncaps the tube once again. His eyes are locked to every movement the other makes, unable to look away out of anticipation. He smirks that crooked eyed way that makes him weak, squirting a large amount of the clear gel into his palm and looks downwards. Following his gaze, the angry red of hardened flesh makes his toes curl just imagining it within.
Slicking himself, Yunho whimpers like a forgotten puppy not partaking in the fun,
“Changmin~”
He continues to watch as he positions the full length between his legs and mentally readies himself for further parting. Breaching and pushing in with slow ease and a tense grunt, his eyes flutter shut as Changmin lays over his chest. He accepts him into his arms and tightens his hold in order for the heat of his body to touch him all over. Their lips meet for distracting kisses.
“Go, baby, I need…something.” he pleads.
“Alright.” he sighs, wavering slightly.
The pace starts off with little thrusts, those that make him feel like a virgin all over again. But when he greedily bites at the flesh just under his jaw, they elevate to the deeper and harder kind that make Changmin’s whole body wave in that bed rocking intensity that makes Yunho feel him everywhere. All control is lost within the overpowering intimacy of their flesh joining in everyway possible.
Changmin’s lower stomach rubs incessantly, over and over the very head of his length that it’s almost painfully good. His width fills every available space inside and the rings of muscles almost feel like they’re going to cave in, only to have the hardness pull out once again and press hard against his prostate.
He lets out all the vocals he can’t keep down anymore and fists the younger’s hair. Mouths meet messily, tongue and teeth overtaking any lip action and he whimpers into it. Thrusts quickening and the pressure underneath his ball builds higher and higher until it tenses over every tendon in his body.
“Cum for me.”
The chesty tone whispered into his ear sets the fuse in every vein alight with fire as the white tingles flare behind his eyelids. Soon enough, the thrusts turn chaotic and he throws his head into the crook of his neck, biting the rise of collarbone. Eye’s rolling back and everything tightening, the translucent strings release in harsh tremors, heat collecting in the back of his head as he clings desperately to the still moving body above him. A few more refills and the release inside is so hot against tender flesh, he groans as the ecstasy waves and rolls off Changmin’s body and into his.
The full weight of the younger collapses onto him and they bask in the satisfied ripples still quaking them.
Breath heavy and chest rising with great heaves, Changmin rolls off. The loss makes him grimace as the warmth flows freely from the walls and out with his softening member. Blurring around the edges, sleep and exhaustion pulls them under it’s welcoming blanket as they grope around with drooping eyelids for their actual blanket.
Once comfortable enveloped in large arms, he presses a chaste kiss against his lover’s sternum, savouring the taste sat across his flesh.
“I think your heart is telling me something…”
“Oh~” voice tainted with sleep, “What’s that?”
“You love strippers.”
A laugh bursts forth, making him giggle along as he rocks with the shake of his chest..
“But I’m pretty sure it’s me.”
“God~” he sighs, pulling him closer and feeling a smile pressed into his hair, “I love you, you dirty stripper.”
He giggles again, and a few more moments pass in silence. Yunho can feel the other breathe deep even breaths of slumber.
“Good night you filthy pervert.”
He doesn’t expect anything in return and takes Changmin’s hand, following him into unconsciousness.
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MinHo, NC-17
Romance? Fluff? USELESS SMUT! ♥
There's some striptease in here as well! 8DDDD
It could’ve lasted forever and none of them would’ve noticed. But having been effectively lulled and the gentle sway of their carrier finally stopping, they stumble from the van on unwilling legs and recoil at the biting wind. None dare complain in the presence of their manager at just how shitty their night has been but instead take to jokingly pestering the last one to be taken home with some physical abuse and light-hearted teasing.
“God, I wish I could get a drink.” Yoochun groaned, leaning against the bar and wistfully peering at the fake bottles of alcohol lining the shelves.
“I think you’re an alcoholic.” Jae replied as he walked off in the direction of Seunghyun, pulling a nodding Junsu along with him.
As the vehicle pulls out of the underground parking lot, no one says anything but take to whispering to his respective lover and trade drowsy smiles of contentment that stem from the happiness of just being home. Trudging up to the apartment and escaping the winter night’s chill, they slip into the lobby with a bow to the doorman.
“I hate the cold.” Junsu pouts, as the eldest rubs his upper arms in some sad attempt at warming him up.
Unable to bear neither the cold nor the drowsy feeling in his legs, Yunho simply wraps an arm around Changmin’s waist and pulls him closer, resting his forehead to the slant where neck and shoulder meet. Cologne and the pure scent that is his doengsaeng stretches a smile over his lips as he lets the other pull him into the elevator.
Hushed whispers from behind make him look up and catch Junsu’s hand in the air, mere inches from groping his lover.
‘Pervert.’ he mumbles to the couple as they giggle.
He tightens his grip and kisses Changmin’s jaw line.
*
The bedroom door shuts with a click and Changmin lets go of his tight grip on the other with a chuckle and strips himself down in a matter of seconds, setting to the task of hanging up the crisp suit in it’s protective bag. Taking to simply watching, Yunho takes a seat on the edge of their bed, crossing his legs and resting his cheek against his palm. The zip of the bag is all that fills the silent space between them.
“Why are you staring?”
“Geez, eyes on the back of your head or what?”
Shrugging, he turns, “Well, when it’s all quiet and you’re not already all over me, I can pretty much sense what you’re doing.”
“And what is that?”
“Wanting to be all over me.” the younger smirks while walking over and grabs his wrist, pulling him up. “And maybe, me in you as well.”
A shiver of something completely different compared to the past chills of the winter’s nip courses though his body. But last night’s happenings make him wince noticeably. While Jaejoong and Yoochun went out for a drink and Junsu went to a movie with some friends, they went out for dinner. Upon arriving back home, somewhere between the front door and their bedroom, they ended up fucking like two straight hormonal teenagers that just started using the pill. Lube wasn’t anywhere within reach.
Lips press to his ear lobe as hands move smoothly up the indent of his spine through the layers of cloth still present, fingers dancing back downwards. He unconsciously threads his fingers into the dark violet tresses, savouring in the silky texture.
“Changmin?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m-“ air catches in his throat as teeth scrape at a vulnerable spot behind his ear, “I’m sore enough as it is…”
“I swear, I’ll be gentle.” His voice is even and serious. But it’s the skim of warm breath into the shell of his ear that makes him reconsider with another shiver.
“Now let’s hang up your suit.”
Changmin steps forward more, bringing them flush against one another. Willing his fingers to stop their shaking, Yunho works on his tie, feeling Changmin’s glide around his hips and delve into his two layers of clothes. He gasps, hips roughly pushed forward as hands grip his rear.
Soft lips are pressed to his neck, making him tilt his head to the side as he unbuttons the suit jacket. Changmin noses up to his chin and kisses the corner of his mouth, he angles and lets their mouths meet lazily, moving perfectly against one another. Lips gliding, chapped but wet and so sweet. Tongue outlining his mouth, he opens up ever so slightly and allows for the intrusion. The unconscious act of breathing becomes much more conscious.
Recently, it’s begun to feel like all they ever do is have sex and that that is the one thing their relationship centers on. His chest feels oddly heavy as he presses their lips together once again, neglecting the suit and letting his fingers glide down the soft skin of his lover’s face in order to cups his cheeks. If only he could pour his whole heart into it, let every strand of his love be that much more obvious to the younger man.
Changmin pulls away first, eyebrows knitting together in concern. “Baby, really…what’s really wrong?”
He sighs and fights the prickling of tears against his eyelids. “I love you.”
“And that’s a bad thing…?”
“No, I just want you to know. I just…”
Face turning serious, the younger man wraps his arms protectively around his waist, “I love you too, Jung Yunho. You better not be doubting-“
“No, no, no!” He shakes his head, lowering it so that the moisture clinging to its source isn‘t visible, “I just wish…you knew how much.”
He’d never doubt the love they share. Min’s risking everything the five of them have built just by being with him, risking their entire career just to be able to kiss when no one is looking. It’s a secret only a select few know of and even then it’s just one big risk that half of them disapprove of. But when the level headed magnae admitted to feeling more then brotherly love, Yunho couldn’t believe that he was willing to give it a chance.
A silence passes as Changmin grips the front of his suit and presses their foreheads together.
“Hyung, what am I going to do with you?”
He smiles, closing his eyes and continuing on with the removal of some stiff barriers.
“I don’t know~ Hey, Junsu and Jaejoong tried to molest you in the elevator.“
Helping knuckles brush over the rough fabric of his jacket as the buttons release one by one and he wants to feel them against bare skin.
“Knowing Jae, they were probably trying to start some foursome.”
A laugh bubbles up at the roll of his lover’s eyes,
“Probably.”
A moment passes and the temperature of his body begins to rise, consuming him and forcing him realize just how bad he’ll always want the other man. Pushing the jacket off broad shoulders, he can feel the familiar burning of Changmin’s gaze on the white button up shirt that sits so close to his frame, it shows just a little more then most. A blush creeps up his neck at how an eye brow is cocked up.
“Baby, we don’t have to do this.”
“I know.” a quick smile curving his lips.
After the first button is undone on the thin white shirt, Yunho pushes his hands away.
“Let me do the rest, lay down.”
Sticking out his bottom lip, the leader brushes past the pouting magnae with a smirk sat so obviously on the corner of his mouth. Most likely catching and mirroring it, he can hear the bounce of springs as the other climbs onto the mattress. Back facing him, he stares straight at the open closet and attempts to steady his heart.
“Are you going to be giving me a show Yunho?”
“Why…” he spins on the balls of his feet, pulling the jacket off fully, “I just might.”
Teeth chewing his bottom lip, he swivels his hips in a full, agonizingly slow circle. Leaving his back arched forwards and rear sticking out, he lowers his head and peers out from underneath low lashes. He brings up his right hand over the jut of a hip, higher up his side, along the rise of his chest and pushes his palm, fingers splayed, up his neck. Tongue released from behind his lips, he licks the length of his index finger, only to bring it back down, trailing saliva down his Adam’s apple and past the indent of collar bones.
Changmin sweeps his tongue over his own bottom lip, face turning serious as he watches hands pop the buttons from their respective slits, one at a time, slowly revealing more and more skin. But instead of letting his younger lover completely enjoy the view, he does another spin, back facing his audience once again.
In order to keep from receiving a surprise attack from the other, he keeps one eye set on the naked flesh that makes him burn even more as he shifts on the mattress. A smirk plays on his lips as he sway his hips deliciously, pulling on the front of his belt.
“Ungh~ My clothes are so hot, Minnie.” bending over slightly, “So fucking hot.”
He rolls his hips, continues the wave up his torso and spreads his legs. Reaching a hand between, he presses his fingers to the hem of his backside and slowly brings them forward, making an obvious show of touching himself. He’s already hard and it’s taking all the willpower he’s got not to just jump on the bed and have Changmin pound him into the mattress.
Another sway of his hips from side to side, he lets out a low chesty moan.
“My god…”
Is the response he gets as he lets the white shirt hang off his shoulders and does a wave so he’s standing sideways to the bed. Pulling on the belt buckle, clank of metal and a pull of a chain releasing the leather along with polyester from around his hips. It falls to the floor with a little push downwards and hungry eyes almost burn a hole in the front of his boxers.
Deciding to play it innocent, peering up submissively, he makes eye contact. Unashamed and giving him a whole different kind of show, Changmin has a hand down his boxers, lips parted ever so slightly and staring like he owns him. Yunho can’t deny that he doesn’t.
“Do you want it, Minnie?” he runs a hand through his hair and lets his eyelids flutter, “Tell me.”
“Come here.”
It’s so demanding that he fights the tremor in his knees as he pulls the white button up shirt from his forearms, steps out of the fabric around his ankles and lets hips sway just a little more then necessary. Not breaking eye contact, Changmin sits further up on the pillows and he crawls up the length of the mattress from the very foot.
Pulling his hand from the fabric once he’s within reach, the younger grabs his upper arms and yanks him forward. Yunho yelps as he’s crushed between a solid chest and large arms.
“Yes, Yunho-” hot breath sets off tingles on his neck, “I want it.”
He fights back a moan as the rough fabric chafes his skin in a deliciously tempting manner as Changmin flicks his hips forward, grinding and swivelling them together.
“But let me take care of you.”
Blinking, the soft press of lips to his jaw line and the soothing tone of his voice makes a lump form in his throat as they roll over and the other looms over on all fours.
“I want…this is one of the things I love about you.”
Like butter, his flesh melts under the 10 fingers skimming downwards but contrastingly hardening as well. Over bones and muscles, the gentle sweep of fingertips along his abdomen send ripples over his tendons. A giggle sputters up out of his lungs. Patterns are drawn into his skin by long fingers that can so easily fix and break him.
“Changminnie~” he groans wantonly, still giggling as teeth scrap a sensitive spot underneath his ribs.
Smiling tenderly in response, he fingers the elastic of his waistband. Air gets lost somewhere in his throat as he meets Changmin’s eye and sees things within the molten chocolate, things that make his insides burn and flutter. The raw emotions overwhelms him and he screws his eyes shut out of fear that the excitement running through his senses will heighten and become so insufferably blaring.
“You let me do this.”
Tongue flat to the nub sat erect on his chest, he arches upwards and sinks his teeth into his knuckle to keep quiet. The back of his throat itches with the need to voice it, the pleading need for the younger to do more, to do everything and yet nothing all at the very same time. Goosebumps form with every ghosting breath and light touch, leaving trails of fiery want in their wake.
“And only me.”
“Who else would be willing?”
The swirl of a wet tongue along the rim of his navel opens his eyes involuntarily.
“Any girl given a condom, 15 minutes alone with you in any vacant space large enough to fuck in and your consent.”
He winces at the choice in words, noticing the venom hidden underneath them.
“Like any of them can get to me like you…”
A slight smirk laces itself over rose pink flesh that suddenly Yunho wants to bite, roll between his teeth and lick with the full edge of his tongue. Moving his ministrations back upwards, he squirms under the way his senses adjust to the sudden change in location and smiles back once he gets eye level. He threads the tresses of deep purple through his fingers.
“I love you.” his breath still warm but finer now.
“I love you too.”
Eyes dip in that sad, reminiscent way they go whenever he listens to their older songs, that fine sheen of thoughts and memories rolling by in the back of his mind at the speed of light accompanying it. Yunho fights the questions and pulls him into a kiss, into another promise sat on his lips, that of constant tomorrows and an unyielding future. Breathing harshly through noses, they part.
“I love you.”
Dull fingernails drag downwards over his ribs and another laugh pushes up from his tummy,
”Stop that!”
Changmin snickers, before pressing his palms over his lower stomach, digits slipping under the only article of clothing still on. Gasping at the sensation of cool callused fingers mere inches from delicate flesh, he tightens his arms around the other.
“Changmin…”
He shakes his head, sincerity etching itself over his features, “I’ll be gentle.”
“I know, just hurry up.”
The smirk of realization makes him shut his eyes again in order to suppress the embarrassing blush spreading over his entire body. Fumbling to the left means the lube is in hand and the flick of the cap swirls want and fear over his lower half along with the fabric being pulled off. A groan escapes out of further embarrassment and the friction of the clothe.
Legs splay out of habit and he buries burning cheeks into the crook of his lover‘s neck as chests meet. Suddenly, everything feels so exposed, everything about him feels like it’s on display and for the taking. But only if the other wants it.
“Hurry~”
A warm sigh, heavy with humidity but light and shuttering. Easing in without the pretence of hurting, the slick digit bends and curves to accommodate as much as his muscles will allow. Deafening slow and overwhelmingly gentle, Yunho fights back the onslaught of emotions but wholeheartedly welcomes the stretch. It aches and burns, but only a slight prickling, not searing and shooting up his spine like hot irons.
“Hurt?”
“A little.”
Changmin smiles again, leaving a kiss to the corner of his mouth and skimming his nose over the apples of his cheeks. The heat spread out across everything heightens as another finger makes it’s way in, not rushing and demanding. But Yunho feels his own need growing in the pit of his stomach and he tightens his grip around the other’s neck.
“Faster.”
“I told you I’d be-”
“I don’t care~”
“Gentle.”
He groans as a healthy amount of pressure sets itself on the bundle of nerves inside.
“Changmin~!”
The smile becomes slightly sinister,
“Just wanted to make sure I knew where it was.”
“Liar.” he gasps, the third appendage joining the previous two.
Everything is intensifying exponentially, every feather light brush of lips against the burn of his face, the other unoccupied fingers gripping the full length still straining upwards and pressed to Changmin’s lower stomach. He can’t help the moan that rolls over his tongue at the pure want overwhelming him entirely, just to have the familiar throbbing of the other against the aching stretch already.
“I’m ready, please, just…” fingers scissor and his eyes roll back.
Suddenly they disappear and he feels cold and intensely empty. Changmin straightens up, still on his knees and uncaps the tube once again. His eyes are locked to every movement the other makes, unable to look away out of anticipation. He smirks that crooked eyed way that makes him weak, squirting a large amount of the clear gel into his palm and looks downwards. Following his gaze, the angry red of hardened flesh makes his toes curl just imagining it within.
Slicking himself, Yunho whimpers like a forgotten puppy not partaking in the fun,
“Changmin~”
He continues to watch as he positions the full length between his legs and mentally readies himself for further parting. Breaching and pushing in with slow ease and a tense grunt, his eyes flutter shut as Changmin lays over his chest. He accepts him into his arms and tightens his hold in order for the heat of his body to touch him all over. Their lips meet for distracting kisses.
“Go, baby, I need…something.” he pleads.
“Alright.” he sighs, wavering slightly.
The pace starts off with little thrusts, those that make him feel like a virgin all over again. But when he greedily bites at the flesh just under his jaw, they elevate to the deeper and harder kind that make Changmin’s whole body wave in that bed rocking intensity that makes Yunho feel him everywhere. All control is lost within the overpowering intimacy of their flesh joining in everyway possible.
Changmin’s lower stomach rubs incessantly, over and over the very head of his length that it’s almost painfully good. His width fills every available space inside and the rings of muscles almost feel like they’re going to cave in, only to have the hardness pull out once again and press hard against his prostate.
He lets out all the vocals he can’t keep down anymore and fists the younger’s hair. Mouths meet messily, tongue and teeth overtaking any lip action and he whimpers into it. Thrusts quickening and the pressure underneath his ball builds higher and higher until it tenses over every tendon in his body.
“Cum for me.”
The chesty tone whispered into his ear sets the fuse in every vein alight with fire as the white tingles flare behind his eyelids. Soon enough, the thrusts turn chaotic and he throws his head into the crook of his neck, biting the rise of collarbone. Eye’s rolling back and everything tightening, the translucent strings release in harsh tremors, heat collecting in the back of his head as he clings desperately to the still moving body above him. A few more refills and the release inside is so hot against tender flesh, he groans as the ecstasy waves and rolls off Changmin’s body and into his.
The full weight of the younger collapses onto him and they bask in the satisfied ripples still quaking them.
Breath heavy and chest rising with great heaves, Changmin rolls off. The loss makes him grimace as the warmth flows freely from the walls and out with his softening member. Blurring around the edges, sleep and exhaustion pulls them under it’s welcoming blanket as they grope around with drooping eyelids for their actual blanket.
Once comfortable enveloped in large arms, he presses a chaste kiss against his lover’s sternum, savouring the taste sat across his flesh.
“I think your heart is telling me something…”
“Oh~” voice tainted with sleep, “What’s that?”
“You love strippers.”
A laugh bursts forth, making him giggle along as he rocks with the shake of his chest..
“But I’m pretty sure it’s me.”
“God~” he sighs, pulling him closer and feeling a smile pressed into his hair, “I love you, you dirty stripper.”
He giggles again, and a few more moments pass in silence. Yunho can feel the other breathe deep even breaths of slumber.
“Good night you filthy pervert.”
He doesn’t expect anything in return and takes Changmin’s hand, following him into unconsciousness.
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OK, this thing needed to be up, like pronto~ It's been weighing on me for so long. >.>
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