[FIC] Snow Day {JaeMin, NC-17}
x_ebolarama, she wanted JaeMin with a snowman.
For one, the day started off with an unusually early, bolt upright awakening from a too realistic dream that shook him to the very core, the tent in the blanket making the warm sweat all over tingle.
The other’s day started off with the usual jab to the ribs and complaints about a rumbling tummy and fuel for a growing boy that definitely shouldn’t be growing or else he’d be suspected of drug-use.
After much groaning, physical abuse, poisoning via morning breath and a reprimanding yell from the next bed over, Jaejoong decides it’s about time to begin breakfast. As he prepares the food, Changmin loiters around the kitchen like a useless sue chef that should be renamed Taste Tester. The three others roll out of bed just in time, coincidently, and they share a forgotten ritual of years past, when time was their own.
Only to be fair, the three late-risers clean up and do the dishes while one swears it’s his only one since the beginning of October and the other follows to the balcony with a disappointing scoff. An almost finished but too much for his lungs tobacco stick is squished into the banister, right next to it a miniature snowman with a too large midsection, made from boredom and the knowledge they have to go make a much larger version in a few hours.
“We’re supposed go make snowmen…or snow angels and some other stuff like that.”
“How old are we? 10?”
Changmin rolls his eyes at the eldest and scoops up a handful of snow off the railing,
“It is for the DVD. Plus, we can push Junsu in the snow banks.”
Silence passes as he watches Changmin make a ball out of the snow and throw it over the banister, watching it as it falls and hits the ground below.
“We can also have a snow ball fight…”
Jaejoong looks out over the snow blanketed city and smirks before running into the apartment to order everyone into their warmest clothes because they’re all going outside to have some fun and no ones backing out of this without a legit reason, this is a recording and they have to be professional, god damn it.
*
Jaejoong watches from a few feet away as they pat down the snow, rounding it even more and makes a face at the creation, “It looks like a penis.”
Some of the crew members laugh as he smiles at the snowman that really shouldn’t look so phallic like, especially if they’re going to be recording beside it all day.
“No, it does…n’t?” Yoochun tilts his head, stepping back beside the eldest and blinking at it a few times.
Changmin wipes his forehead with the back of his glove and simply sighs,
“How many more snow men are we supposed to make?”
“Do all of our snowmen look like this?” Junsu asks, shading his eyes as he looks across the field at the 6 other snowmen sporadically made throughout the snow coated field.
“No, this is the only one…” Yunho creases his brow and puts his hands on his hips.
“Destroy it.” The youngest cuts in, imagining a few different things he shouldn’t be thinking of at the simple mould of snow.
“It’s alright, we can just record with one of the other snowmen, we haven’t set up yet anyways.”
They nod to the PD and walk to the trailers off the side of the road to warn up.
Jaejoong snickers as Changmin stands staring at it a few seconds longer, cheeks flushing from something other then the cold before shaking his head and joining them on their trek across the snowy field. A whole new idea pops into his head. Who cares about a stupid snow ball fight.
*
Flying by heads, smashing against the ground, crumbling as they make impact with a tree, snowballs are whipped from every direction as the camera men duck and weave in order to avoid being the victim. Smiles are painted over everyone’s face as they record the 5 full grown men running around in the small collection of trees and large snow mounds like kids again.
“I totally just hit you!”
“No! I didn’t feel it!” Yoochun yells back at Junsu.
“Liar!”
There’s a lull and everyone’s scrambling to load up on more ammo, balling the snow and willing it to stick with some pressure and slight melting.
“What time is it?” Changmin calls out.
“Three o’clock.” the PD replies, “I guess we should start on the separate scenes.”
The boys step out of their positions and trade looks with one another.
“Every man for himself and no truces!”
With Yunho’s declaration of war, snowballs are thrown in every which direction while they duck and dodge the onslaught of flying snow aimed for their heads, trying desperately to run at the same time. The trailers are a good 50 feet away and they know it’ll be two to three. The first two will be rewarded with a nice warm, dry hour before having to go back out and film while the other three will have to continue on. None of them are going to willingly give in, none.
Changmin uses his legs as an advantage, unfortunately though, the snow shifts like sand under his feet and he’s barely making it anywhere. A snowball connects with the back of his head and the snow bursts. His eyebrow twitches and he can hear Junsu’s laugh echo in his ears. Bastard!
But before he can whip around and return a counterattack, someone grabs his free hand and drags him forward.
“Not enough time, run!”
Legs moving out of instinct, he looks to the left and sees Jaejoong looking over their shoulders at the other three with his hand still gripping his wrist. They make an escape from the bush and head straight for the road, less snow, less hassle.
“Get back here!” Junsu yells, lobbing another one at them, that ends up landing a few feet ahead of them.
Jaejoong laugh uproariously, “You missed!”
He picks up speed once their feet hit the thin layer of snow on the sidewalk and the trailers are only a short sprint away. Changmin can’t help but throw his head back and laugh as he hears the other three yelling and screaming about war pacts and hidden alliances.
“WARMTH!”
*
Changmin jumps into bed and lets the blankets practically melt the chill from his skin. So, he loves winter. It’s better then summer, by far, but he’s already wintered out and all he wants to do is curl up in bed and let the consistent chill all over his body just go away. Home never felt this good before.
He sinks into the comfortable lull exhaustion brings and feels himself slip into that pleasant state of nothingness before unconsciousness kicks in and drags him under. That is, until, the full weight of the eldest is thrown on top of him, eliciting a groan at the sudden discomfort of the 55kg man splayed out over him. Arms and knees jab him harshly from over the blanket.
“What the hell!” he tries to pull his hands from his cocoon to can knock some sense into the older man.
“Minnie-ah~ Can we spoon?”
“No! Get the hell out of here! I‘m trying to slee-”
“Then can we have sex~?”
The words don’t quite register for a short moment and a silence falls. Replaying them in his head over and over until it connects two and two together. He looks to the elder and simply stares.
“What’s wrong with you?” he deadpans.
“You’ll get warmer faster!”
“Yeah, but I’ve already taken a warm shower, I think I’m-”
“But you’re still chilled!”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean-”
“I’m chilled too~ So-”
“Go ravage Yoochun!”
“Can’t, baby, he’s gone out with some friends.”
“Junsu?”
“Playing FIFA 2009.”
Groaning he tries one last time, “…Yunho?”
“Got a face full of the cupboard and I really don’t want to be looking at that huge lump while doing anything remotely-”
“Why are you so messed up!?”
Jaejoong smirks, clamping his limbs around the body underneath him and enforces a death grip on him as he wiggles and squirms helplessly underneath him.
“Hyung~” he whines.
“Yah! Your cuteness doesn’t work here! I’m not Junsu.”
Growling, the younger manages to release one of his arms and flails it around in an attempt to karate chop him in the face. He takes a few to the back of the head before straightening up slightly to sit on the other’s chest and promptly grabbing his wrist, pinning it above his head.
“You haven’t been working out.”
“Shit! Shit! Shitshitshitshi-”
Leaning down, he brushes his lips to Changmin’s cheek, barely even ghosting them over the high cheek bone. But the stillness from the other means he felt it, oh he felt it. The slight pink claiming his face is proof enough.
“Amuse me, Min.”
Swallowing the odd lump in his throat, he nods once, accidentally bringing his lips to Jae’s chin and nose to his cheek. The other smirks and he suddenly want to hide under the covers and never come back out. The sudden force pushes him back into the pillows, their mouths connecting. Another groan is pushed from his chest due to the weight easing off of it and teeth scraping at his bottom lip.
Lips part at his rough request and Jae roams his mouth greedily, tonguing the inside of his cheek, swirling the pink muscle around the other’s in dominance. Flicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth one last time, he pulls away and lets the taste of Changmin’s mouth melt in his own, taste buds tingling with the new flavour.
The grip on his wrist slackens as he sits upright fully with a satisfied smack of the lips and smirks down at him. A burning sensation spreads on his face, making him shiver as cool fingertips glide down his bicep and over the thin layer of his T-shirt, stopping at his chest.
“I bet you’re warmer already…’ he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as the other turns away with a glare.
“I hate you.”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one staring at the snowman today.”
“W-what ar-”
Jaejoong yanks the blankets from underneath his knees and pulls it over his shoulders as he sets himself down on Changmin’s pelvis and rolls his hips. The younger winces as the obvious growth in his pants is rubbed awkwardly.
“You really shouldn’t watch any…videos before you go to bed, Min.”
“Not last night!”
He quirks an eyebrow and leans back down, pressing smooth gentle kisses to his jaw line, going lower with such tenderness it leaves his skin dotted with heat. He wreaths as the 10 cool spots move down further over his abdomen and dip underneath the waistband of his boxers. A gasp suddenly pulls the air from his lungs and he arches slightly as teeth roll over a nipple.
Jaejoong snickers, pressing his smile to Changmin’s chest as he takes a hold of the hard flesh, so hot it could easily melt the chill in his own body and so hard it makes his mouth water. Circling a thumb over the head and pressing down on the slit, the other moans with surprising volume. Jae can’t help but watch the way his face contorts, lips parted in a silent gasp as he strokes with a loose fist.
He was right, but he doesn’t want to even think of the repercussions of Jae being right and, well, because the tempting friction is so wonderful, so fulfilling that all he can do is squirm mercilessly underneath it and the fire being lit all over his flesh that he doesn‘t have time for thinking. Engulfed by the white heat licking his every nerve is good enough for now.
Rolling his hips again, he rubs himself to his own hand around the younger’s member and he whimpers, the sound rippling in his chest as he craves friction himself. With his free hand he pushes Changmin’s shirt up, and bites the skin, laving at the red spots once he’s full abused the smooth flesh.
Growing impatient with the teasing, Changmin pulls his own shirt off and reaches for the nightstand. Once the lube’s in hand, he shoves it between Jae’s face and his ribs.
“J-just do it already.”
Prickles run down his legs from his crotch as he pulls his hand out of the warm pocket in the other’s boxers and takes to unclothing himself. Changmin does the same and he can’t help but groan when the dark taut lines of his muscles move as he lays back down, naked and body practically begging for it. His breath hitches and he wants to claim it, all of it. Every single inch of caramel coloured skin, all the dips and nicks he’s sure to find on any future expedition.
Lust spills from every pore and he can feel it radiating off the older man in rough sporadic rolls, making him pant. He raises himself on his forearms and watches Jaejoong divest himself of the tank top and sweatpants, pale toned flesh spilling forth from under each article of clothing. A little frightened, he reaches up and hooks his hand around his neck, bringing their mouths together. A part of him doesn’t want to see the overwhelmingly beautiful sight of Jaejoong’s body.
He slips his hand underneath Changmin’s chin and pulls him back,
“You sure y-”
“Might as well.”
He smiles and places one quick kiss to Jaejoong’s lips, wrapping his arm around his waist and rolling them over. Taking the lube, he flips open the cap and dribbles it over the other’s erection, red angry flesh not in the least welcoming at first sight but so damn tempting.
A shiver passes over him as the cool liquid is spread with slow even strokes, making him buck his hips. He keeps his eyes trained on Changmin’s face, watching him concentrate on the delicate flesh and taking in the red tinted tips of his ears, how his lips are completely kissed and swollen. The younger shifts and straddles his hips, Jaejoong takes hold of his own member as the younger man lowers himself onto it. The pressure and heat fighting against the intrusion but simultaneously taking him in makes his toes curl.
Changmin scrunches his eyes shut and focuses on relaxing, the feeling of the girth flashing white behind his eyelids as it brushes past the button inside and makes his eyes roll, a whimper escaping parted lips.
“Fuck~” he grits out, clutching the younger’s hips as he begins to bounce,
The clap of their skin meeting makes the other arch forward and claw one of his bent knees, blunt nails digging in and crescents set in his skin. Letting him start a rhythm he‘s comfortable with, the tight rings adjust beautifully around him and make it incredibly to focus on anything else other then that, blinding and so crushing.
He’s filled over and over, the tip rubs relentlessly over the one spot hidden inside and makes the hot want feel like sparks flecked over his skin, cold at first but quickly turning to sizzling and so fucking fiery it almost hurts. A palm glides over his forgotten member and he’s quickly reaching the breaking point, as his insides clench.
Jaejoong quickens his fist, watching the younger man moan and fall forward slightly, all strength losing out to the encroaching explosion. The bounce becomes weaker and he has to cant his body upwards, thrusting harshly into the smouldering depths with the last threads of strength he can muster as he himself falls to the pressure of his orgasm.
Changmin trembles, the waves pulsing through his veins and contracting in his muscles. He says the older man’s name, repeating and repeating it until everything unfurls and the spirals of pearly excrement flows out of his body in erratic releases.
Sitting up, he catches the younger in his arms and continues to pound into his tensed entrance until the pressure at the base of his cock bursts and tremors run over his entire form as he fills the younger man, marking his insides white with his seed.
Curling his arms around Jaejoong’s neck, he sighs, breath still not quite catching enough oxygen for the dizziness to disappear. He lets the fall back, lifting the covers and encircling his arms around the younger man protectively.
“Ugh~ It’s hot.” he groans, drowsy and half asleep.
Jae simply smiles as Changmin tries to push him away, but simply let’s himself melt into the sticky heat of their bodies pressed together.
“We still have more recording tomorrow too.”
Changmin opens his eyes and simply blinks at the other, brain not quite making anything significant out of the words until the ache in his tailbone yells bloody murder and his insides sear as the luscious fluid moves it’s way outwards.
“Never…never again.”
“W-what?”
“We’re never doing this again.”
“But Changm-”
“Get off my bed.”
*
Junsu yawns, tucking his fists into the pouch pocket of his sweatshirt as he steps up to the door and opens it.
“GET OFF MY BED!”
A completely naked Jaejoong is thrown from the mattress to the ground, both of their junk and parts staining his vision. The room makes his nose twitch at the sticky remnants of sex lingering in the air. Come, sweat and, well, come.
“EW! EW!” Junsu rubs at his eyes, trying to rid himself of Jaejoong’s penis and Changmin’s ass, running into the next room to plead and beg Yunho for a roommate switch.
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For one, the day started off with an unusually early, bolt upright awakening from a too realistic dream that shook him to the very core, the tent in the blanket making the warm sweat all over tingle.
The other’s day started off with the usual jab to the ribs and complaints about a rumbling tummy and fuel for a growing boy that definitely shouldn’t be growing or else he’d be suspected of drug-use.
After much groaning, physical abuse, poisoning via morning breath and a reprimanding yell from the next bed over, Jaejoong decides it’s about time to begin breakfast. As he prepares the food, Changmin loiters around the kitchen like a useless sue chef that should be renamed Taste Tester. The three others roll out of bed just in time, coincidently, and they share a forgotten ritual of years past, when time was their own.
Only to be fair, the three late-risers clean up and do the dishes while one swears it’s his only one since the beginning of October and the other follows to the balcony with a disappointing scoff. An almost finished but too much for his lungs tobacco stick is squished into the banister, right next to it a miniature snowman with a too large midsection, made from boredom and the knowledge they have to go make a much larger version in a few hours.
“We’re supposed go make snowmen…or snow angels and some other stuff like that.”
“How old are we? 10?”
Changmin rolls his eyes at the eldest and scoops up a handful of snow off the railing,
“It is for the DVD. Plus, we can push Junsu in the snow banks.”
Silence passes as he watches Changmin make a ball out of the snow and throw it over the banister, watching it as it falls and hits the ground below.
“We can also have a snow ball fight…”
Jaejoong looks out over the snow blanketed city and smirks before running into the apartment to order everyone into their warmest clothes because they’re all going outside to have some fun and no ones backing out of this without a legit reason, this is a recording and they have to be professional, god damn it.
*
Jaejoong watches from a few feet away as they pat down the snow, rounding it even more and makes a face at the creation, “It looks like a penis.”
Some of the crew members laugh as he smiles at the snowman that really shouldn’t look so phallic like, especially if they’re going to be recording beside it all day.
“No, it does…n’t?” Yoochun tilts his head, stepping back beside the eldest and blinking at it a few times.
Changmin wipes his forehead with the back of his glove and simply sighs,
“How many more snow men are we supposed to make?”
“Do all of our snowmen look like this?” Junsu asks, shading his eyes as he looks across the field at the 6 other snowmen sporadically made throughout the snow coated field.
“No, this is the only one…” Yunho creases his brow and puts his hands on his hips.
“Destroy it.” The youngest cuts in, imagining a few different things he shouldn’t be thinking of at the simple mould of snow.
“It’s alright, we can just record with one of the other snowmen, we haven’t set up yet anyways.”
They nod to the PD and walk to the trailers off the side of the road to warn up.
Jaejoong snickers as Changmin stands staring at it a few seconds longer, cheeks flushing from something other then the cold before shaking his head and joining them on their trek across the snowy field. A whole new idea pops into his head. Who cares about a stupid snow ball fight.
*
Flying by heads, smashing against the ground, crumbling as they make impact with a tree, snowballs are whipped from every direction as the camera men duck and weave in order to avoid being the victim. Smiles are painted over everyone’s face as they record the 5 full grown men running around in the small collection of trees and large snow mounds like kids again.
“I totally just hit you!”
“No! I didn’t feel it!” Yoochun yells back at Junsu.
“Liar!”
There’s a lull and everyone’s scrambling to load up on more ammo, balling the snow and willing it to stick with some pressure and slight melting.
“What time is it?” Changmin calls out.
“Three o’clock.” the PD replies, “I guess we should start on the separate scenes.”
The boys step out of their positions and trade looks with one another.
“Every man for himself and no truces!”
With Yunho’s declaration of war, snowballs are thrown in every which direction while they duck and dodge the onslaught of flying snow aimed for their heads, trying desperately to run at the same time. The trailers are a good 50 feet away and they know it’ll be two to three. The first two will be rewarded with a nice warm, dry hour before having to go back out and film while the other three will have to continue on. None of them are going to willingly give in, none.
Changmin uses his legs as an advantage, unfortunately though, the snow shifts like sand under his feet and he’s barely making it anywhere. A snowball connects with the back of his head and the snow bursts. His eyebrow twitches and he can hear Junsu’s laugh echo in his ears. Bastard!
But before he can whip around and return a counterattack, someone grabs his free hand and drags him forward.
“Not enough time, run!”
Legs moving out of instinct, he looks to the left and sees Jaejoong looking over their shoulders at the other three with his hand still gripping his wrist. They make an escape from the bush and head straight for the road, less snow, less hassle.
“Get back here!” Junsu yells, lobbing another one at them, that ends up landing a few feet ahead of them.
Jaejoong laugh uproariously, “You missed!”
He picks up speed once their feet hit the thin layer of snow on the sidewalk and the trailers are only a short sprint away. Changmin can’t help but throw his head back and laugh as he hears the other three yelling and screaming about war pacts and hidden alliances.
“WARMTH!”
*
Changmin jumps into bed and lets the blankets practically melt the chill from his skin. So, he loves winter. It’s better then summer, by far, but he’s already wintered out and all he wants to do is curl up in bed and let the consistent chill all over his body just go away. Home never felt this good before.
He sinks into the comfortable lull exhaustion brings and feels himself slip into that pleasant state of nothingness before unconsciousness kicks in and drags him under. That is, until, the full weight of the eldest is thrown on top of him, eliciting a groan at the sudden discomfort of the 55kg man splayed out over him. Arms and knees jab him harshly from over the blanket.
“What the hell!” he tries to pull his hands from his cocoon to can knock some sense into the older man.
“Minnie-ah~ Can we spoon?”
“No! Get the hell out of here! I‘m trying to slee-”
“Then can we have sex~?”
The words don’t quite register for a short moment and a silence falls. Replaying them in his head over and over until it connects two and two together. He looks to the elder and simply stares.
“What’s wrong with you?” he deadpans.
“You’ll get warmer faster!”
“Yeah, but I’ve already taken a warm shower, I think I’m-”
“But you’re still chilled!”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean-”
“I’m chilled too~ So-”
“Go ravage Yoochun!”
“Can’t, baby, he’s gone out with some friends.”
“Junsu?”
“Playing FIFA 2009.”
Groaning he tries one last time, “…Yunho?”
“Got a face full of the cupboard and I really don’t want to be looking at that huge lump while doing anything remotely-”
“Why are you so messed up!?”
Jaejoong smirks, clamping his limbs around the body underneath him and enforces a death grip on him as he wiggles and squirms helplessly underneath him.
“Hyung~” he whines.
“Yah! Your cuteness doesn’t work here! I’m not Junsu.”
Growling, the younger manages to release one of his arms and flails it around in an attempt to karate chop him in the face. He takes a few to the back of the head before straightening up slightly to sit on the other’s chest and promptly grabbing his wrist, pinning it above his head.
“You haven’t been working out.”
“Shit! Shit! Shitshitshitshi-”
Leaning down, he brushes his lips to Changmin’s cheek, barely even ghosting them over the high cheek bone. But the stillness from the other means he felt it, oh he felt it. The slight pink claiming his face is proof enough.
“Amuse me, Min.”
Swallowing the odd lump in his throat, he nods once, accidentally bringing his lips to Jae’s chin and nose to his cheek. The other smirks and he suddenly want to hide under the covers and never come back out. The sudden force pushes him back into the pillows, their mouths connecting. Another groan is pushed from his chest due to the weight easing off of it and teeth scraping at his bottom lip.
Lips part at his rough request and Jae roams his mouth greedily, tonguing the inside of his cheek, swirling the pink muscle around the other’s in dominance. Flicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth one last time, he pulls away and lets the taste of Changmin’s mouth melt in his own, taste buds tingling with the new flavour.
The grip on his wrist slackens as he sits upright fully with a satisfied smack of the lips and smirks down at him. A burning sensation spreads on his face, making him shiver as cool fingertips glide down his bicep and over the thin layer of his T-shirt, stopping at his chest.
“I bet you’re warmer already…’ he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as the other turns away with a glare.
“I hate you.”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one staring at the snowman today.”
“W-what ar-”
Jaejoong yanks the blankets from underneath his knees and pulls it over his shoulders as he sets himself down on Changmin’s pelvis and rolls his hips. The younger winces as the obvious growth in his pants is rubbed awkwardly.
“You really shouldn’t watch any…videos before you go to bed, Min.”
“Not last night!”
He quirks an eyebrow and leans back down, pressing smooth gentle kisses to his jaw line, going lower with such tenderness it leaves his skin dotted with heat. He wreaths as the 10 cool spots move down further over his abdomen and dip underneath the waistband of his boxers. A gasp suddenly pulls the air from his lungs and he arches slightly as teeth roll over a nipple.
Jaejoong snickers, pressing his smile to Changmin’s chest as he takes a hold of the hard flesh, so hot it could easily melt the chill in his own body and so hard it makes his mouth water. Circling a thumb over the head and pressing down on the slit, the other moans with surprising volume. Jae can’t help but watch the way his face contorts, lips parted in a silent gasp as he strokes with a loose fist.
He was right, but he doesn’t want to even think of the repercussions of Jae being right and, well, because the tempting friction is so wonderful, so fulfilling that all he can do is squirm mercilessly underneath it and the fire being lit all over his flesh that he doesn‘t have time for thinking. Engulfed by the white heat licking his every nerve is good enough for now.
Rolling his hips again, he rubs himself to his own hand around the younger’s member and he whimpers, the sound rippling in his chest as he craves friction himself. With his free hand he pushes Changmin’s shirt up, and bites the skin, laving at the red spots once he’s full abused the smooth flesh.
Growing impatient with the teasing, Changmin pulls his own shirt off and reaches for the nightstand. Once the lube’s in hand, he shoves it between Jae’s face and his ribs.
“J-just do it already.”
Prickles run down his legs from his crotch as he pulls his hand out of the warm pocket in the other’s boxers and takes to unclothing himself. Changmin does the same and he can’t help but groan when the dark taut lines of his muscles move as he lays back down, naked and body practically begging for it. His breath hitches and he wants to claim it, all of it. Every single inch of caramel coloured skin, all the dips and nicks he’s sure to find on any future expedition.
Lust spills from every pore and he can feel it radiating off the older man in rough sporadic rolls, making him pant. He raises himself on his forearms and watches Jaejoong divest himself of the tank top and sweatpants, pale toned flesh spilling forth from under each article of clothing. A little frightened, he reaches up and hooks his hand around his neck, bringing their mouths together. A part of him doesn’t want to see the overwhelmingly beautiful sight of Jaejoong’s body.
He slips his hand underneath Changmin’s chin and pulls him back,
“You sure y-”
“Might as well.”
He smiles and places one quick kiss to Jaejoong’s lips, wrapping his arm around his waist and rolling them over. Taking the lube, he flips open the cap and dribbles it over the other’s erection, red angry flesh not in the least welcoming at first sight but so damn tempting.
A shiver passes over him as the cool liquid is spread with slow even strokes, making him buck his hips. He keeps his eyes trained on Changmin’s face, watching him concentrate on the delicate flesh and taking in the red tinted tips of his ears, how his lips are completely kissed and swollen. The younger shifts and straddles his hips, Jaejoong takes hold of his own member as the younger man lowers himself onto it. The pressure and heat fighting against the intrusion but simultaneously taking him in makes his toes curl.
Changmin scrunches his eyes shut and focuses on relaxing, the feeling of the girth flashing white behind his eyelids as it brushes past the button inside and makes his eyes roll, a whimper escaping parted lips.
“Fuck~” he grits out, clutching the younger’s hips as he begins to bounce,
The clap of their skin meeting makes the other arch forward and claw one of his bent knees, blunt nails digging in and crescents set in his skin. Letting him start a rhythm he‘s comfortable with, the tight rings adjust beautifully around him and make it incredibly to focus on anything else other then that, blinding and so crushing.
He’s filled over and over, the tip rubs relentlessly over the one spot hidden inside and makes the hot want feel like sparks flecked over his skin, cold at first but quickly turning to sizzling and so fucking fiery it almost hurts. A palm glides over his forgotten member and he’s quickly reaching the breaking point, as his insides clench.
Jaejoong quickens his fist, watching the younger man moan and fall forward slightly, all strength losing out to the encroaching explosion. The bounce becomes weaker and he has to cant his body upwards, thrusting harshly into the smouldering depths with the last threads of strength he can muster as he himself falls to the pressure of his orgasm.
Changmin trembles, the waves pulsing through his veins and contracting in his muscles. He says the older man’s name, repeating and repeating it until everything unfurls and the spirals of pearly excrement flows out of his body in erratic releases.
Sitting up, he catches the younger in his arms and continues to pound into his tensed entrance until the pressure at the base of his cock bursts and tremors run over his entire form as he fills the younger man, marking his insides white with his seed.
Curling his arms around Jaejoong’s neck, he sighs, breath still not quite catching enough oxygen for the dizziness to disappear. He lets the fall back, lifting the covers and encircling his arms around the younger man protectively.
“Ugh~ It’s hot.” he groans, drowsy and half asleep.
Jae simply smiles as Changmin tries to push him away, but simply let’s himself melt into the sticky heat of their bodies pressed together.
“We still have more recording tomorrow too.”
Changmin opens his eyes and simply blinks at the other, brain not quite making anything significant out of the words until the ache in his tailbone yells bloody murder and his insides sear as the luscious fluid moves it’s way outwards.
“Never…never again.”
“W-what?”
“We’re never doing this again.”
“But Changm-”
“Get off my bed.”
*
Junsu yawns, tucking his fists into the pouch pocket of his sweatshirt as he steps up to the door and opens it.
“GET OFF MY BED!”
A completely naked Jaejoong is thrown from the mattress to the ground, both of their junk and parts staining his vision. The room makes his nose twitch at the sticky remnants of sex lingering in the air. Come, sweat and, well, come.
“EW! EW!” Junsu rubs at his eyes, trying to rid himself of Jaejoong’s penis and Changmin’s ass, running into the next room to plead and beg Yunho for a roommate switch.
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