Title: Of Possessions and Innocence
Paring: Yoochun x Changmin, slight hints of Jae x Junsu and playful Yoochun x Junsu
Rating/Genre: PG18 (for certain words) / Fluff
Summary: Based off-handedly from a really old-interview (….).
Chunnie’s being naughty like a fat cat and it’s causing our Changmin to blush because Chunnie knows something and he’s not sharing just yet.
A/N: My aim was fluff with a touch of naughtiness for flavoring but..well… I’ve been out of the circuit for so long that I’m not entirely too sure if I got the stuffs mixed up just right. Comments will be loved^^
He doesn’t know it yet, you smile to yourself, watching him from across the room with his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder and your hand tangled up with Junsu’s, but your certain already that you want him in that clear cut kind of way that makes you feel all kinds of wickedly-giddy inside.
You lean in a little closer into Junsu’s relaxed warmth, laughing, making sure to catch his gaze from across the room, watching him watch you watching him.
Yeah, you smile even wider, certain, oh so certain, you most definitely want him.
Drawing him in with each look, with each careless caress your hand leaves on Junso, with each time your tongue slips out to wet smiling lips curled up just enough to make him want it, and he blushes prettily besides Jae.
Your Changmin.
Not really,
no,
not just yet,
right now he’s still Shim Changmin, but he’ll definitely be yours the instance you’re all done with the shoot and he’s underneath you.
Or you under him (your open-minded like that after all).
Jae rolls his eyes at you only knowingly, when Changmin’s not looking, and you kiss the hidden curve of Junsu’s neck just for spite.
“Stop scaring the kid Yoochun” Junsu whispers discreetly behind you, “or at least wait until we get home where you can tie him up and have him moaning breathlessly against you.”
His voice is soft, brushing pass the back of your ear, and you can’t help but double over in silent laughter at the delicious way the idea curls in around the tip of your tongue.
Deliciously cunning Junsu who, for all his good-boy-duck-butt image, fucks like the goddamn kama-sutra master (or so the rumors goes because he only tops Jaejoong now and no one’s even going to dare screw with that).
“Why does no one else in the world see this side of you?” Pressing in closer, enjoying the free intimacy, and he jabs you lightly in response, still all smiles and innocence for the camera that you want to pull him in and just kiss him - roughly, pressed up against the sofa, all lips and tongue and plain burning heat - not because you want him want him (like you've realize you do with blushing Changmin) but just because he makes you want to.
But you catch the look Jae sends you from across the room, lay off (possible expletives in between deleted because you’re too happy to care),
and you move back, just a little, happily accommodating because Changmin’s avoiding your gaze.
And it’s all cute and amusing
(the thought of him tied up in your bed),
and how he doesn't know it yet,
no, no, not just yet,
but he’s certainly yours.