[Oneshot] MinSu
Title: Drive
Pairing: MinSu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, smut
A/N: Totally the fault of milena_1980 and a picture. Unbetaed.
Watching Junsu drive is torture, Changmin realizes. His propensity for focusing intently on one thing makes his arm muscles ripple casually, his eyes look intense, his tongue peeking out occasionally as he maneuvers.
And that was just in automatic transmission.
Manual just about kills him, the way the car roars, the smooth, practiced motion of changing gears, the confident one-handed steering.
Each time that hand slides down to the clutch, Changmin swallows. He shifts in his seat. He adjusts his legs. He pushes the AC vents towards him. He tries to focus outside. Nothing is working.
They’re waiting at a red light, only a block away from home and Changmin just had, had to look. Junsu’s got his hand stroking the leather shaft, possessive, strong, while his other hand grips the steering wheel. He revs up the engine, focused entirely on the stoplight.
Changmin’s had enough.
“Junsu, pull over.”
Junsu doesn’t hear him, so concentrated on the road.
“Junsu, pull fucking over right fucking NOW.” Changmin emphasizes his point by sliding his hand on Junsu’s thigh and squeezing, hard.
Junsu yelps, about to throw a fit but Changmin moves his hand higher, teasing him close to his crotch and Junsu looks so startled, he leaves his mouth open. Changmin smirks.
“Pull the car over, or you’ll lose your only chance to get a blowjob in a car,” he says sweetly, voice scarily soft.
Junsu pulls over then, finally, into their driveway and Changmin leans over, to only reach and have Junsu’s seat go backwards with the press of the button. He gives in to his desire of licking Junsu’s ear, of suckling on the lobe, enjoying very much Junsu’s gasps. He quickly undoes Junsu’s pants, wasting no time in getting him completely naked from waist down and he hears Junsu’s intake of breath.
“Changmin, what-“
“Shut up and enjoy it,” he commands, as he starts stroking Junsu in a relentless rhythm. He knows it’s too fast, too much, he can see the sensations overloading his lover, moans and keens spilling helplessly from his lips. Changmin leans over to kiss, to tongue fuck his mouth, to thrust into that warm wetness as his other hand fondles Junsu’s balls.
He doesn’t give much warning when he pulls away from their kiss and drops his head to mouth Junsu’s cock. Changmin loves that velvety hardness, loves the bit of bitter salt that hits his tongue, the way Junsu makes those whimpers, those desperate cries of need. Junsu wants so badly, he’s so desperate, and Changmin can feel fingers gripping at his hair.
Changmin licks, and then sucks, hard, wanting to feel Junsu come undone, wants to know he’s the one to unfurl him, to unravel him completely. His lips circle tight and wet, smacking noises echoing in the car. Junsu is breaking and Changmin knows he’s close, so he goes faster, determined, the musky scent spurring him on. Junsu suddenly goes rigid and Changmin tries to swallow it all. Some of it still dribbles on the side of his lips, which he manages to reach with his tongue. The rest, he gets with his fingers before sucking on each one.
He sits up, his neck a little sore and his legs asleep. But Junsu looks utterly debauched, pants undone, cheeks flushed, breathing hard and recovering. Changmin gives it a few minutes before cleaning him, slowly putting him back and zipping him. Junsu manages to raise an eyebrow, though it’s more of a confused, dazed look.
Changmin coughs and feels red.
“You look hot driving.”
Junsu grins at him.
"Don't think this will work every time. I'm driving next time," Changmin retorts. But he somehow think Junsu will take revenge somehow or another.
Either way, he thinks he'll win.
Pairing: MinSu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, smut
A/N: Totally the fault of milena_1980 and a picture. Unbetaed.
Watching Junsu drive is torture, Changmin realizes. His propensity for focusing intently on one thing makes his arm muscles ripple casually, his eyes look intense, his tongue peeking out occasionally as he maneuvers.
And that was just in automatic transmission.
Manual just about kills him, the way the car roars, the smooth, practiced motion of changing gears, the confident one-handed steering.
Each time that hand slides down to the clutch, Changmin swallows. He shifts in his seat. He adjusts his legs. He pushes the AC vents towards him. He tries to focus outside. Nothing is working.
They’re waiting at a red light, only a block away from home and Changmin just had, had to look. Junsu’s got his hand stroking the leather shaft, possessive, strong, while his other hand grips the steering wheel. He revs up the engine, focused entirely on the stoplight.
Changmin’s had enough.
“Junsu, pull over.”
Junsu doesn’t hear him, so concentrated on the road.
“Junsu, pull fucking over right fucking NOW.” Changmin emphasizes his point by sliding his hand on Junsu’s thigh and squeezing, hard.
Junsu yelps, about to throw a fit but Changmin moves his hand higher, teasing him close to his crotch and Junsu looks so startled, he leaves his mouth open. Changmin smirks.
“Pull the car over, or you’ll lose your only chance to get a blowjob in a car,” he says sweetly, voice scarily soft.
Junsu pulls over then, finally, into their driveway and Changmin leans over, to only reach and have Junsu’s seat go backwards with the press of the button. He gives in to his desire of licking Junsu’s ear, of suckling on the lobe, enjoying very much Junsu’s gasps. He quickly undoes Junsu’s pants, wasting no time in getting him completely naked from waist down and he hears Junsu’s intake of breath.
“Changmin, what-“
“Shut up and enjoy it,” he commands, as he starts stroking Junsu in a relentless rhythm. He knows it’s too fast, too much, he can see the sensations overloading his lover, moans and keens spilling helplessly from his lips. Changmin leans over to kiss, to tongue fuck his mouth, to thrust into that warm wetness as his other hand fondles Junsu’s balls.
He doesn’t give much warning when he pulls away from their kiss and drops his head to mouth Junsu’s cock. Changmin loves that velvety hardness, loves the bit of bitter salt that hits his tongue, the way Junsu makes those whimpers, those desperate cries of need. Junsu wants so badly, he’s so desperate, and Changmin can feel fingers gripping at his hair.
Changmin licks, and then sucks, hard, wanting to feel Junsu come undone, wants to know he’s the one to unfurl him, to unravel him completely. His lips circle tight and wet, smacking noises echoing in the car. Junsu is breaking and Changmin knows he’s close, so he goes faster, determined, the musky scent spurring him on. Junsu suddenly goes rigid and Changmin tries to swallow it all. Some of it still dribbles on the side of his lips, which he manages to reach with his tongue. The rest, he gets with his fingers before sucking on each one.
He sits up, his neck a little sore and his legs asleep. But Junsu looks utterly debauched, pants undone, cheeks flushed, breathing hard and recovering. Changmin gives it a few minutes before cleaning him, slowly putting him back and zipping him. Junsu manages to raise an eyebrow, though it’s more of a confused, dazed look.
Changmin coughs and feels red.
“You look hot driving.”
Junsu grins at him.
"Don't think this will work every time. I'm driving next time," Changmin retorts. But he somehow think Junsu will take revenge somehow or another.
Either way, he thinks he'll win.