[FIC] Sofa
Title: Sofa
Author: kurohera // vanillabox
Posted by: tehah_hero
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Genre: light angst, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This had happened before, exactly nine years ago. Things never change, the scent, the setting, the main casts.
A/N: This fic is an unbeta-ed bcoz the author is lazy and the one who posted this fic up is not capable to beta-read her fic other than giggling at the smut lol..
A/N 2: I’ve full permission to post this up here in my own account from the original author..
Well, this is fucked up was what Changmin should’ve said when he came back home early from a business trip.
Not because there’s clothes strewn everywhere like hurricane stormed he house, nor was it because his favorite vintage wine (that costs him quite a lot) was left lonely on the coffee table.
It was because there’s someone fucking his fiancé on his bed.
Perhaps it is the most shocking thing he ever witnessed or perhaps it was a spur of the moment thing that rendered him speechless. So he did the first thing that comes to mind: grab a few shirts, shove them inside his bag and threw the engagement ring on the bed. It hit the guy’s face and Changmin couldn’t help but smirk a little at his perfectly aimed shot.
As the elevator doors closed, he caught a glimpse of the woman, bundled up within their (her) dark violet comforter running towards the closing door, apologies echoing around the hall.
Too late.
“That fucking bitch.”
He sighed, swinging the green bottle lightly in his hand. “Should’ve said that, alright.”
Yoochun shook his head and took the bottle from his friend. “A reason to break up finally. You’re too gentleman for your own good.”
The taller of the two brought his knees up, sinking further into Yoochun’s thirty year old couch. It is his favorite comfort sofa, after all. Yoochun had inherited this from his parents, who perhaps inherited this from their own parents considering the lack of springs and all.
He had meant to break up with the woman for a long time, only that he believes it’s not appropriate of him to do so.
“Well, not the welcome back home present I’d expect,” Changmin said, voice soft as he slowly drifting off to sleep.
“Hey, now, no sleeping on the couch. I’m not responsible if it eats you later tonight.”
Changmin scoffed, a sad smile plastered on his face. “Better than marrying her anyway. Hyung, let me marry your sofa instead.”
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“Shit,” Changmin cursed lightly, hurrying towards the balcony to save the laundry from getting drowned by the sudden pour of rain. He is lucky since all the clothes are tees and shorts, his work shirts and pants, which ease the process.
No meddlesome bras, no stringy panties and silk dresses that consume too much space and hangers.
Yoochun’s apartment is not that big: a basic one suitable for a guy or two, small space, lots of comfy pieces and neat. His on the other hand is too big even when living with the (ex) fiancé and now that he had given her two weeks to pack her stuff out (through a text: he cannot bear calling her again) the place will be empty soon. A week has passed, and he truthfully doesn’t want the next to come because by then, his place will be too big, too empty, and too lonely.
Or so he thought.
He opened the bedroom door silently, knowing Yoochun is still sleeping inside. While Changmin work on 9-5 office hours, Yoochun does his job at odd hours, usually at night. He plays piano at a few bars at night; sometimes the hours extend according to the demand.
The bed dip a little, creaking, as he crawls towards the sleeping man, frame lanky and demanding to be held without being asked. As soon as his hand settle around Yoochun though, the man stirred and snuggles deeper into his chest, long hair caressing the muscles.
“Hey,” Changmin whispers, as soft as the hair he’s nuzzling into. “It’s raining.”
“It’s also three in the evening, way past my wake up time,” Yoochun answered, voice scratchy from sleep. “Are you here to punish me, hmm?”
A shiver ran across Changmin. This might be the real reason why he doesn’t want next week to come. He never really denies attraction towards men; it’s just that nobody ever question his sexuality before. And girls always swarm around him since high school, and the guys all treat him like brothers. But Yoochun… he had a short history with Yoochun. A summer fling way back during high school years kept alive under the name of friendship. Yoochun is special to Changmin because no matter how many girls come and go, this hyung held his first kiss, under the artificial solar system of Changmin’s room a few years back.
“Sorry,” Yoochun mumbled, turning to face the younger one. “You just got out of a relationship and I’m here to rub salt onto your wound.”
“I’m glad,” he tightened the hug. “I’m glad I’m out of the relationship before I crash and burn later. Thanks for saving me.”
“Why are you so sappy lately? That’s my line, idiot,” Yoochun chuckled, vibrating against heated skin.
“You know what, I think I don’t love her at all.”
Yoochun sat up straight on bed, almost knocking Changmin’s chin, eyes wide in question. Changmin too mirrored him, hand holding Yoochun’s tight.
“Remember when I got engaged two years ago… it was because of you rather than my parents’ pressure,” he confessed. The storm outside serves it purpose well as the background, thunder rolls in cue.
“Two years ago… fuck the phone call?” Yoochun swallowed, Changmin nodded.
One night two years ago Yoochun had drunkenly called Changmin. It was an honest mistake on Yoochun’s behalf, pouring his heart out over a breakup, telling Changmin how devastated he was.
“I was scared; scared that if I’m with you I might hurt you like that. So I agreed on the engagement, figuring maybe if I don’t see you then I won’t hurt you.”
“That is a truly twisted fucking bullshit,” Yoochun mused. “You know, for a smart guy, you are pretty dumb as well.”
“Oh the irony,” Changmin smiled, heart pausing when Yoochun winds his arms around his neck.
“You’re available now, aren’t you?”
Changmin stared into the deep brown eyes, expressive, twinkling even in the dim atmosphere. Apple scented hair brush over his side lightly, warm breath tingling on his skin. This had happened before, his brain recalls, exactly nine years ago. Things never change, the scent, the setting, the main casts.
Soft, plump lips brushed over his rougher ones, slow, tentative, testing the boundaries. Changmin’s head went haywire; hands found some anchor in the form of lean waist, reacting to the kiss, finally. Someone moaned, probably both of them, and the kiss evolved into a deeper one, bolder licks, longer touches, wandering hands pulling each other impossibly closer.
The tongues come out to play now, Yoochun mewling every time their sinful organs meet, hands traveling to the front, playing with Changmin’s collarbone. The hands anchored on his waist move underneath the thin layer of fabric Yoochun donned to sleep; the cotton feels good slipping on his bare skin.
His lips move further south, latching onto the addictive neck and that sexy Adam’s apple, Yoochun’s most prominent feature. A particular bite and suck made Yoochun rolled his hips, baring his neck for more skin to abuse. If the hand s clawing at his back and thigh were any indication, Changmin had been doing a superb job.
“Fuck control,” Changmin cursed and pushed Yoochun down, hand cradling his head before hitting the bed. The momentum and gravity caused his shirt to pool around his waist and eager hands helped getting rid of it before the same hands greedily come to the front again, feeling up the tensed abs and muscles, leaving light burning sensation everywhere.
Unlike Yoochun, Changmin doesn’t have that much patience, especially when dealing with him. His lips feel tingly after the entire continuous kiss, yet Yoochun’s lips are the most addictive part of him. A hand tried to unbutton the pajamas but proved to be too much hassle. Changmin ripped the shirt instead, buttons flying everywhere.
Yoochun gasped, more because of a strong hip thrust from Changmin rather than the shirt. He probably doesn’t know what shirt means right then.
“I’ll buy you a new one, a better one, fuck I’ll buy a whole store for you, please, kiss me, kiss me and never stop,” Changmin mumbled on Yoochun’s lips, shutting his eyes tight when hands softly pulled down his shorts.
When they finally got rid of the obtrusive garments, Yoochun softly pushed Changmin backwards so the latter was sitting up, leaning against the headboard. Thy kissed again, Changmin cupping Yoochun’s face, kiss intensifying as the hands lightly teased his abs, the deep curves and ghost over the his erection, sucking more on Yoochun’s lips.
With a fleeting smirk, Yoochun detached himself from Changmin’s lips, slowly inching his kisses and licks downward until he met the leaking head, placing a fleeting kiss on the tip before swooping down like an eagle on its prey, sucking hard before slowly dragging his mouth back upwards. Changmin moaned, hips bucking on its own accord but Yoochun kept on sucking, tongue playing on the ridge, trailing softly along the shaft. He paused for a moment to suck on the crown, tip of tongue occasionally dipping into the slit, encouraging more clear fluid out before sucking quickly, drawing moans and groans of pleasure from Changmin.
When a particular suck with his cock buried deep down Yoochun’s throat was combined with the sensation of teeth grazing the base, Changmin eyes shut tight, almost passing out momentarily from the sensation. Hastily the hands that had balled the sheet cupped Yoochun’s face, dislodging that errant mouth from his throbbing erection with an obscene sound.
They stared at each other for a while, chests heaving, panting, lust coiling. Wordlessly, Changmin lurched forward, and they were back to their original position. This time though, Yoochun’s legs wrapped around Changmin’s waist, fingers curling against the strong arms. Changmin’s hand not supporting Yoochun’s head trailed downwards, Yoochun’s erection, coaxing more liquid out as a substitute for lube. Though the kiss was hasty and sloppy, all tongue and bites but Changmin prepared his partner gently, one finger becomes two, pumping at a deliberate speed, drawing hitched breaths and erogenous moans that sound like his name mixed with some curse words.
“Min, fuck, now, now is good, now,” he pleaded, biting his own lip against another loud moan when Changmin withdrew his fingers and swiped them over his leaking cock again.
Changmin shut him up with a breath stealing kiss, the legs around him tighten at the first breach of muscles. Blunt fingernails dug into his arm and back, his name being chanted over and over against his mouth. The tightness almost made him come right there right then, but he refrained from slamming into Yoochun like a jackhammer and tossed him around like a ragdoll. The sensation of being able to plunge deep into Yoochun’s pliant body was almost painful so he kept his thrusting short and he slowed a bit, trying to calm his heart down.
Tears raced down Yoochun’s face, desperately trying to make Changmin move faster through his incoherent begging. It’s been too long since he had someone in his bed, or been into someone’s bed. Damn, the sensation of being stretched upon after such period made Yoochun rolled his hips harder, hoping his partner will get the message. Gradually Changmin picked up his speed, moving his attention from Yoochun’s tear stricken face to his neck, leaving marks all over on every inch of skin he managed to.
With a lingering kiss, Changmin sat up and shifted, placing Yoochun’s slipping legs around his arms. Yoochun whined at first, having sudden loss of Changmin for him to kiss and skin to run nail tracks to but then the Changmin thrust forward suddenly, brushing against a spot deep inside him and his complaints liquefy like the rest of his body. He did it again, and shuddered from the way Yoochun was clenching on him, swallowing him further inside his heat. The pianist’s hands fisted the pillows and sheet, neck arching gracefully though smeared with reddish marks all over, hips lifting to get more of that cock hitting his prostate.
Changmin smirked inwardly as he shuffled forward until Yoochun’s hips were lifted and his ass sprawled against his thighs, hooking his legs higher around his arms and thrust again in abandon. Yoochun’s arms circled his back and neck, lips once again meeting skin and he placed wet kisses all over Changmin’s shoulder. With all his might, Changmin thrust up, canting his hips forward to do wonders on Yoochun’s neck.
It wasn’t until Yoochun grabbed his ass that Changmin felt a jolt of electricity rushing through his vein that made him snapped his hips and speed up, fucking Yoochun faster into the mattress. Delightfully, Yoochun let out a string of continuous moan when the sudden eagerness from Changmin made their fronts rubbed against each other, his own cock trapped in between hard abs and maddening friction, skin slapping deliriously.
Pleasure like he never known before exploded before his eyes and Yoochun shut his eyes tight, basking in the sensation of being loved like this, breath hitching for the final time, teeth grazing his earlobe and screaming out his desire in Changmin’s name, hands wrapping tighter around the still pounding guy, unwilling to let go. Changmin only paused for a short moment, enjoying the mad tightening that squeezed his cock before planting his palms solidly on either side of Yoochun’s head, looking gorgeous in the post orgasmic stage.
“This is your punishment,” Changmin whispered and pounded hard, aiming for Yoochun’s sweet spot, watching the pretty face morphed into pleasure once again, begging and simply pleading, Changmin’s name spilling from his mouth. For a while, the only sound filling the room was skin slapping and moans and panting. Too much sensation flooded him, and looking at Yoochun made him sped his thrust up and deep, racing towards an invisible finish line, swooping down to kiss Yoochun hard as the sensation was finally too much to bear and he let go, releasing and coating Yoochun’s inside with his cum, still thrusting occasionally whilst kissing the melted guy all over until their lips become numbed.
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Yoochun weekly opened his eyes, mumbling something about cutting your balls while you’re sleeping if you don’t come back to bed in five seconds. Changmin chuckled and replied he’s just getting coffee and was back in bed before Yoochun can count three.
“Did you really… break off your engagement with her?” Yoochun asked, voice partially muffled by the thick blanket.
Changmin chuckled and whipped an eyebrow up. “Why? Are you afraid she might barge in here and drag you out of this room?”
Yoochun scoffed but buried his head into the blanket as well. It didn’t take Changmin much to persuade him to move in the apartment. After making sure the ex-fiancé had taken all her belongings out, Changmin arranged for Yoochun’s stuff to be taken in, the homeliness in Yoochun’s stuffs was a stark contrast with Changmin’s elegant ones. But it didn’t matter, for the difference is what made them seem compatible and interesting.
“Hey,” Changmin softly nudged the bundled up form. “You look like my ex fiancé when she’s running after me that night,” he grinned.
Yoochun pouted even more and tried to tackle Changmin, who hastily put his cup down and fought back, rolling around the bed until they fell down on the floor with a thump. Yoochun laughed and tried to sprint away but made impossible when his legs got tangled and fell to the floor again, Changmin towering above him, hands next to his head.
“I love you. Only you.”
Yoochun would’ve melted but the next sentence made him stand up and chase Changmin around the huge apartment.
“And your sofa.”
Author: kurohera // vanillabox
Posted by: tehah_hero
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Genre: light angst, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This had happened before, exactly nine years ago. Things never change, the scent, the setting, the main casts.
A/N: This fic is an unbeta-ed bcoz the author is lazy and the one who posted this fic up is not capable to beta-read her fic other than giggling at the smut lol..
A/N 2: I’ve full permission to post this up here in my own account from the original author..
Well, this is fucked up was what Changmin should’ve said when he came back home early from a business trip.
Not because there’s clothes strewn everywhere like hurricane stormed he house, nor was it because his favorite vintage wine (that costs him quite a lot) was left lonely on the coffee table.
It was because there’s someone fucking his fiancé on his bed.
Perhaps it is the most shocking thing he ever witnessed or perhaps it was a spur of the moment thing that rendered him speechless. So he did the first thing that comes to mind: grab a few shirts, shove them inside his bag and threw the engagement ring on the bed. It hit the guy’s face and Changmin couldn’t help but smirk a little at his perfectly aimed shot.
As the elevator doors closed, he caught a glimpse of the woman, bundled up within their (her) dark violet comforter running towards the closing door, apologies echoing around the hall.
Too late.
“That fucking bitch.”
He sighed, swinging the green bottle lightly in his hand. “Should’ve said that, alright.”
Yoochun shook his head and took the bottle from his friend. “A reason to break up finally. You’re too gentleman for your own good.”
The taller of the two brought his knees up, sinking further into Yoochun’s thirty year old couch. It is his favorite comfort sofa, after all. Yoochun had inherited this from his parents, who perhaps inherited this from their own parents considering the lack of springs and all.
He had meant to break up with the woman for a long time, only that he believes it’s not appropriate of him to do so.
“Well, not the welcome back home present I’d expect,” Changmin said, voice soft as he slowly drifting off to sleep.
“Hey, now, no sleeping on the couch. I’m not responsible if it eats you later tonight.”
Changmin scoffed, a sad smile plastered on his face. “Better than marrying her anyway. Hyung, let me marry your sofa instead.”
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“Shit,” Changmin cursed lightly, hurrying towards the balcony to save the laundry from getting drowned by the sudden pour of rain. He is lucky since all the clothes are tees and shorts, his work shirts and pants, which ease the process.
No meddlesome bras, no stringy panties and silk dresses that consume too much space and hangers.
Yoochun’s apartment is not that big: a basic one suitable for a guy or two, small space, lots of comfy pieces and neat. His on the other hand is too big even when living with the (ex) fiancé and now that he had given her two weeks to pack her stuff out (through a text: he cannot bear calling her again) the place will be empty soon. A week has passed, and he truthfully doesn’t want the next to come because by then, his place will be too big, too empty, and too lonely.
Or so he thought.
He opened the bedroom door silently, knowing Yoochun is still sleeping inside. While Changmin work on 9-5 office hours, Yoochun does his job at odd hours, usually at night. He plays piano at a few bars at night; sometimes the hours extend according to the demand.
The bed dip a little, creaking, as he crawls towards the sleeping man, frame lanky and demanding to be held without being asked. As soon as his hand settle around Yoochun though, the man stirred and snuggles deeper into his chest, long hair caressing the muscles.
“Hey,” Changmin whispers, as soft as the hair he’s nuzzling into. “It’s raining.”
“It’s also three in the evening, way past my wake up time,” Yoochun answered, voice scratchy from sleep. “Are you here to punish me, hmm?”
A shiver ran across Changmin. This might be the real reason why he doesn’t want next week to come. He never really denies attraction towards men; it’s just that nobody ever question his sexuality before. And girls always swarm around him since high school, and the guys all treat him like brothers. But Yoochun… he had a short history with Yoochun. A summer fling way back during high school years kept alive under the name of friendship. Yoochun is special to Changmin because no matter how many girls come and go, this hyung held his first kiss, under the artificial solar system of Changmin’s room a few years back.
“Sorry,” Yoochun mumbled, turning to face the younger one. “You just got out of a relationship and I’m here to rub salt onto your wound.”
“I’m glad,” he tightened the hug. “I’m glad I’m out of the relationship before I crash and burn later. Thanks for saving me.”
“Why are you so sappy lately? That’s my line, idiot,” Yoochun chuckled, vibrating against heated skin.
“You know what, I think I don’t love her at all.”
Yoochun sat up straight on bed, almost knocking Changmin’s chin, eyes wide in question. Changmin too mirrored him, hand holding Yoochun’s tight.
“Remember when I got engaged two years ago… it was because of you rather than my parents’ pressure,” he confessed. The storm outside serves it purpose well as the background, thunder rolls in cue.
“Two years ago… fuck the phone call?” Yoochun swallowed, Changmin nodded.
One night two years ago Yoochun had drunkenly called Changmin. It was an honest mistake on Yoochun’s behalf, pouring his heart out over a breakup, telling Changmin how devastated he was.
“I was scared; scared that if I’m with you I might hurt you like that. So I agreed on the engagement, figuring maybe if I don’t see you then I won’t hurt you.”
“That is a truly twisted fucking bullshit,” Yoochun mused. “You know, for a smart guy, you are pretty dumb as well.”
“Oh the irony,” Changmin smiled, heart pausing when Yoochun winds his arms around his neck.
“You’re available now, aren’t you?”
Changmin stared into the deep brown eyes, expressive, twinkling even in the dim atmosphere. Apple scented hair brush over his side lightly, warm breath tingling on his skin. This had happened before, his brain recalls, exactly nine years ago. Things never change, the scent, the setting, the main casts.
Soft, plump lips brushed over his rougher ones, slow, tentative, testing the boundaries. Changmin’s head went haywire; hands found some anchor in the form of lean waist, reacting to the kiss, finally. Someone moaned, probably both of them, and the kiss evolved into a deeper one, bolder licks, longer touches, wandering hands pulling each other impossibly closer.
The tongues come out to play now, Yoochun mewling every time their sinful organs meet, hands traveling to the front, playing with Changmin’s collarbone. The hands anchored on his waist move underneath the thin layer of fabric Yoochun donned to sleep; the cotton feels good slipping on his bare skin.
His lips move further south, latching onto the addictive neck and that sexy Adam’s apple, Yoochun’s most prominent feature. A particular bite and suck made Yoochun rolled his hips, baring his neck for more skin to abuse. If the hand s clawing at his back and thigh were any indication, Changmin had been doing a superb job.
“Fuck control,” Changmin cursed and pushed Yoochun down, hand cradling his head before hitting the bed. The momentum and gravity caused his shirt to pool around his waist and eager hands helped getting rid of it before the same hands greedily come to the front again, feeling up the tensed abs and muscles, leaving light burning sensation everywhere.
Unlike Yoochun, Changmin doesn’t have that much patience, especially when dealing with him. His lips feel tingly after the entire continuous kiss, yet Yoochun’s lips are the most addictive part of him. A hand tried to unbutton the pajamas but proved to be too much hassle. Changmin ripped the shirt instead, buttons flying everywhere.
Yoochun gasped, more because of a strong hip thrust from Changmin rather than the shirt. He probably doesn’t know what shirt means right then.
“I’ll buy you a new one, a better one, fuck I’ll buy a whole store for you, please, kiss me, kiss me and never stop,” Changmin mumbled on Yoochun’s lips, shutting his eyes tight when hands softly pulled down his shorts.
When they finally got rid of the obtrusive garments, Yoochun softly pushed Changmin backwards so the latter was sitting up, leaning against the headboard. Thy kissed again, Changmin cupping Yoochun’s face, kiss intensifying as the hands lightly teased his abs, the deep curves and ghost over the his erection, sucking more on Yoochun’s lips.
With a fleeting smirk, Yoochun detached himself from Changmin’s lips, slowly inching his kisses and licks downward until he met the leaking head, placing a fleeting kiss on the tip before swooping down like an eagle on its prey, sucking hard before slowly dragging his mouth back upwards. Changmin moaned, hips bucking on its own accord but Yoochun kept on sucking, tongue playing on the ridge, trailing softly along the shaft. He paused for a moment to suck on the crown, tip of tongue occasionally dipping into the slit, encouraging more clear fluid out before sucking quickly, drawing moans and groans of pleasure from Changmin.
When a particular suck with his cock buried deep down Yoochun’s throat was combined with the sensation of teeth grazing the base, Changmin eyes shut tight, almost passing out momentarily from the sensation. Hastily the hands that had balled the sheet cupped Yoochun’s face, dislodging that errant mouth from his throbbing erection with an obscene sound.
They stared at each other for a while, chests heaving, panting, lust coiling. Wordlessly, Changmin lurched forward, and they were back to their original position. This time though, Yoochun’s legs wrapped around Changmin’s waist, fingers curling against the strong arms. Changmin’s hand not supporting Yoochun’s head trailed downwards, Yoochun’s erection, coaxing more liquid out as a substitute for lube. Though the kiss was hasty and sloppy, all tongue and bites but Changmin prepared his partner gently, one finger becomes two, pumping at a deliberate speed, drawing hitched breaths and erogenous moans that sound like his name mixed with some curse words.
“Min, fuck, now, now is good, now,” he pleaded, biting his own lip against another loud moan when Changmin withdrew his fingers and swiped them over his leaking cock again.
Changmin shut him up with a breath stealing kiss, the legs around him tighten at the first breach of muscles. Blunt fingernails dug into his arm and back, his name being chanted over and over against his mouth. The tightness almost made him come right there right then, but he refrained from slamming into Yoochun like a jackhammer and tossed him around like a ragdoll. The sensation of being able to plunge deep into Yoochun’s pliant body was almost painful so he kept his thrusting short and he slowed a bit, trying to calm his heart down.
Tears raced down Yoochun’s face, desperately trying to make Changmin move faster through his incoherent begging. It’s been too long since he had someone in his bed, or been into someone’s bed. Damn, the sensation of being stretched upon after such period made Yoochun rolled his hips harder, hoping his partner will get the message. Gradually Changmin picked up his speed, moving his attention from Yoochun’s tear stricken face to his neck, leaving marks all over on every inch of skin he managed to.
With a lingering kiss, Changmin sat up and shifted, placing Yoochun’s slipping legs around his arms. Yoochun whined at first, having sudden loss of Changmin for him to kiss and skin to run nail tracks to but then the Changmin thrust forward suddenly, brushing against a spot deep inside him and his complaints liquefy like the rest of his body. He did it again, and shuddered from the way Yoochun was clenching on him, swallowing him further inside his heat. The pianist’s hands fisted the pillows and sheet, neck arching gracefully though smeared with reddish marks all over, hips lifting to get more of that cock hitting his prostate.
Changmin smirked inwardly as he shuffled forward until Yoochun’s hips were lifted and his ass sprawled against his thighs, hooking his legs higher around his arms and thrust again in abandon. Yoochun’s arms circled his back and neck, lips once again meeting skin and he placed wet kisses all over Changmin’s shoulder. With all his might, Changmin thrust up, canting his hips forward to do wonders on Yoochun’s neck.
It wasn’t until Yoochun grabbed his ass that Changmin felt a jolt of electricity rushing through his vein that made him snapped his hips and speed up, fucking Yoochun faster into the mattress. Delightfully, Yoochun let out a string of continuous moan when the sudden eagerness from Changmin made their fronts rubbed against each other, his own cock trapped in between hard abs and maddening friction, skin slapping deliriously.
Pleasure like he never known before exploded before his eyes and Yoochun shut his eyes tight, basking in the sensation of being loved like this, breath hitching for the final time, teeth grazing his earlobe and screaming out his desire in Changmin’s name, hands wrapping tighter around the still pounding guy, unwilling to let go. Changmin only paused for a short moment, enjoying the mad tightening that squeezed his cock before planting his palms solidly on either side of Yoochun’s head, looking gorgeous in the post orgasmic stage.
“This is your punishment,” Changmin whispered and pounded hard, aiming for Yoochun’s sweet spot, watching the pretty face morphed into pleasure once again, begging and simply pleading, Changmin’s name spilling from his mouth. For a while, the only sound filling the room was skin slapping and moans and panting. Too much sensation flooded him, and looking at Yoochun made him sped his thrust up and deep, racing towards an invisible finish line, swooping down to kiss Yoochun hard as the sensation was finally too much to bear and he let go, releasing and coating Yoochun’s inside with his cum, still thrusting occasionally whilst kissing the melted guy all over until their lips become numbed.
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Yoochun weekly opened his eyes, mumbling something about cutting your balls while you’re sleeping if you don’t come back to bed in five seconds. Changmin chuckled and replied he’s just getting coffee and was back in bed before Yoochun can count three.
“Did you really… break off your engagement with her?” Yoochun asked, voice partially muffled by the thick blanket.
Changmin chuckled and whipped an eyebrow up. “Why? Are you afraid she might barge in here and drag you out of this room?”
Yoochun scoffed but buried his head into the blanket as well. It didn’t take Changmin much to persuade him to move in the apartment. After making sure the ex-fiancé had taken all her belongings out, Changmin arranged for Yoochun’s stuff to be taken in, the homeliness in Yoochun’s stuffs was a stark contrast with Changmin’s elegant ones. But it didn’t matter, for the difference is what made them seem compatible and interesting.
“Hey,” Changmin softly nudged the bundled up form. “You look like my ex fiancé when she’s running after me that night,” he grinned.
Yoochun pouted even more and tried to tackle Changmin, who hastily put his cup down and fought back, rolling around the bed until they fell down on the floor with a thump. Yoochun laughed and tried to sprint away but made impossible when his legs got tangled and fell to the floor again, Changmin towering above him, hands next to his head.
“I love you. Only you.”
Yoochun would’ve melted but the next sentence made him stand up and chase Changmin around the huge apartment.
“And your sofa.”