kiss me like you mean it; homin
Title: Kiss Me Like You Mean It
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Humor?
Pairing: HoMin
Summary: They kiss. A LOT. Because yuxo needed HoMin, and ‘cause “making out is just as sexy.” 8D
A/N: This was actually really hard. It’s like writing smut, but you never get around to the actual smut. D: And… eventually, you start running out of adjectives and verbs… D:
Changmin moans quietly when Yunho settles between his parted thighs, lips firmly attached to his neck. He throws his head back in pleasure, hands shooting out to clutch at the nape of Yunho’s neck.
“Yunhhhooooo,” he wails softly.
The older man stiffens beneath his fingers and pulls away to inspect his work. Adoringly, he brushes Changmin’s bangs back and presses a kiss to his forehead.
“God, I love you,” he murmurs, his other hand drifting down to Changmin’s waist. As he brushes his fingertips just barely beneath the fabric, Yunho drops lingering kisses all over Changmin’s face, over his eyelids and on the bridge of his nose and the corner of his lips.
Finally, he dips his tongue into the cleft of Changmin’s lips. When the younger man parts them with a breathless pant, he pulls back and moves down to his strong jaw, laving his tongue over surprisingly soft skin.
A low whine fills the air as Changmin keens the other’s name. He grips Yunho’s firm biceps and uses it as leverage to flip him onto his back.
At least, he attempts to. But the couch is embarrassingly small, and the most he can do is almost roll them off.
“Shut up,” Changmin demands when Yunho giggles like a little school girl.
“It’s the thought that counts,” Yunho soothes, still laughing.
“Shut up,” Changmin whines.
Yunho croons, “I loooooove you!” as he rolls them back over.
The younger man glares up at him half-heartedly. Apologetically, Yunho leans back down and brushes their lips together. Changmin attempts to pull him deeper, but Yunho’s mouth remains firmly shut as he gently massages their lips together.
“Please!” Changmin keens. “Yunho, please!”
Inside, Yunho melts just a little, but he firmly shuts his lips, refusing to delve into the sweet bliss of Changmin’s mouth-no matter how much he really, really, really fucking wants to. He’s not sure why, either.
Irritably, Changmin slides his fingers through Yunho’s hair and tugs him closer, forcefully prying his older lover’s mouth open.
Yunho can’t help but moan, incredibly turned on by his lover’s sudden aggression. Slowly, he lets himself become lost in the warmth of Changmin’s mouth. He runs his tongue smoothly along his palate, tangles it with Changmin’s, then dips out and licks up the saliva on Changmin’s flush lips.
The younger man combs his fingers through Yunho’s hair, scraping his nails lightly against his scalp just how he likes it. Yunho mewls in pleasure, pulling back to pant hotly into Changmin’s mouth.
Immediately, Changmin’s fingers freeze, and he pulls them away.
“Hey, eyes on the prize,” he demands. “Stay focused.” His hands drift down Yunho’s shoulders, feeling the muscles tense beneath the pads of his fingers. They come to a rest on Yunho’s lower back, and he digs his nails in the skin softly as an incentive.
Yunho hisses in pleasure, eyes falling half-shut.
“Masochist,” Changmin accuses affectionately.
“You love me.”
“Too much.”
Yunho melts into a puddle of goo and tugs Changmin into his arms, burying his face into the taller man’s shoulder.
“Are you… crying?”
“No!!” Yunho sobs in denial, clutching on harder.
“Sure, whatever.” Changmin rolls his eyes, but wraps his arms around Yunho. He can’t help but smile affectionately.
“I love you,” Yunho whispers.
Changmin’s eyes soften. “I love you more. Now come here and kiss the hell out of me.”
Instantaneously, Yunho delves into Changmin’s mouth ferociously. His response is soft mewling deep in Changmin’s throat and the harsh press of nails into his back.
He cards his finger through soft hair, smiling into the kiss with satisfaction when he creates a proper I-just-had-wild-sex look. Changmin gazes up at him lustfully, licking his flush lips lasciviously.
He swears Yunho’s eyes go completely dark, but he can’t be sure because the older man captures his lips again roughly, and his eyes flutter shut in pleasure.
As if he was trained for years in the art-and maybe he was-Changmin hooks his calf around the back of Yunho’s thigh and successfully rolls them over-onto the floor.
A loud thump echoes in the room, followed by Yunho’s grunt and Changmin’s soft apology. The younger man leans down and gazes at Yunho from beneath the soft curtain of his hair. This time, he bends forward and gently caresses Yunho’s lips, finally understanding Yunho’s earlier actions.
“I love you,” he whispers, eyes crinkled at the edges as a smile lights up his face. “I love you so fucking much.”
With the palm of his hand resting against Changmin’s angled hip, Yunho reaches up with the other and caresses Changmin’s cheek. The taller man leans into the touch and smiles down at his older lover.
“EWWWW, HYUNG, THEY’RE DOING THE NASTY AGAIN!”
Changmin glances up sharply from his comfortable perch on Yunho’s lap, and Yunho tilts his head back as far as he can. Those feet look awfully familiar, he thinks.
He flushes attractively when the soul mates join Junsu, whose face is scrunched up with a finger pointed accusingly at them, and stare at them lewdly.
“Well?” Jaejoong demands. ”There better be a damn good explanation for you flailing around our living room.”
Changmin stares at him long and hard with narrowed eyes. Then, his face splits in a wide smile so unnerving that the three of them draw back in horror.
Without further ado, he leans his chest back down and aligns it with Yunho’s as he captures his plump lower lip between his teeth. Slowly-tortuously-he tugs it into his mouth and sucks on it, in full view of the others.
Yunho’s initial protest falls on dear ears, captured by Changmin’s steady tongue.
“There better not be any stains on my carpet when we get back!” Jaejoong cries, half-dragging a horrified Junsu and drooling Yoochun toward the door.
When the front door clicks behind them, Changmin grins at him with a feral twinkle in his eye.
Yunho’s unsure of whether or not to be afraid.
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Humor?
Pairing: HoMin
Summary: They kiss. A LOT. Because yuxo needed HoMin, and ‘cause “making out is just as sexy.” 8D
A/N: This was actually really hard. It’s like writing smut, but you never get around to the actual smut. D: And… eventually, you start running out of adjectives and verbs… D:
Changmin moans quietly when Yunho settles between his parted thighs, lips firmly attached to his neck. He throws his head back in pleasure, hands shooting out to clutch at the nape of Yunho’s neck.
“Yunhhhooooo,” he wails softly.
The older man stiffens beneath his fingers and pulls away to inspect his work. Adoringly, he brushes Changmin’s bangs back and presses a kiss to his forehead.
“God, I love you,” he murmurs, his other hand drifting down to Changmin’s waist. As he brushes his fingertips just barely beneath the fabric, Yunho drops lingering kisses all over Changmin’s face, over his eyelids and on the bridge of his nose and the corner of his lips.
Finally, he dips his tongue into the cleft of Changmin’s lips. When the younger man parts them with a breathless pant, he pulls back and moves down to his strong jaw, laving his tongue over surprisingly soft skin.
A low whine fills the air as Changmin keens the other’s name. He grips Yunho’s firm biceps and uses it as leverage to flip him onto his back.
At least, he attempts to. But the couch is embarrassingly small, and the most he can do is almost roll them off.
“Shut up,” Changmin demands when Yunho giggles like a little school girl.
“It’s the thought that counts,” Yunho soothes, still laughing.
“Shut up,” Changmin whines.
Yunho croons, “I loooooove you!” as he rolls them back over.
The younger man glares up at him half-heartedly. Apologetically, Yunho leans back down and brushes their lips together. Changmin attempts to pull him deeper, but Yunho’s mouth remains firmly shut as he gently massages their lips together.
“Please!” Changmin keens. “Yunho, please!”
Inside, Yunho melts just a little, but he firmly shuts his lips, refusing to delve into the sweet bliss of Changmin’s mouth-no matter how much he really, really, really fucking wants to. He’s not sure why, either.
Irritably, Changmin slides his fingers through Yunho’s hair and tugs him closer, forcefully prying his older lover’s mouth open.
Yunho can’t help but moan, incredibly turned on by his lover’s sudden aggression. Slowly, he lets himself become lost in the warmth of Changmin’s mouth. He runs his tongue smoothly along his palate, tangles it with Changmin’s, then dips out and licks up the saliva on Changmin’s flush lips.
The younger man combs his fingers through Yunho’s hair, scraping his nails lightly against his scalp just how he likes it. Yunho mewls in pleasure, pulling back to pant hotly into Changmin’s mouth.
Immediately, Changmin’s fingers freeze, and he pulls them away.
“Hey, eyes on the prize,” he demands. “Stay focused.” His hands drift down Yunho’s shoulders, feeling the muscles tense beneath the pads of his fingers. They come to a rest on Yunho’s lower back, and he digs his nails in the skin softly as an incentive.
Yunho hisses in pleasure, eyes falling half-shut.
“Masochist,” Changmin accuses affectionately.
“You love me.”
“Too much.”
Yunho melts into a puddle of goo and tugs Changmin into his arms, burying his face into the taller man’s shoulder.
“Are you… crying?”
“No!!” Yunho sobs in denial, clutching on harder.
“Sure, whatever.” Changmin rolls his eyes, but wraps his arms around Yunho. He can’t help but smile affectionately.
“I love you,” Yunho whispers.
Changmin’s eyes soften. “I love you more. Now come here and kiss the hell out of me.”
Instantaneously, Yunho delves into Changmin’s mouth ferociously. His response is soft mewling deep in Changmin’s throat and the harsh press of nails into his back.
He cards his finger through soft hair, smiling into the kiss with satisfaction when he creates a proper I-just-had-wild-sex look. Changmin gazes up at him lustfully, licking his flush lips lasciviously.
He swears Yunho’s eyes go completely dark, but he can’t be sure because the older man captures his lips again roughly, and his eyes flutter shut in pleasure.
As if he was trained for years in the art-and maybe he was-Changmin hooks his calf around the back of Yunho’s thigh and successfully rolls them over-onto the floor.
A loud thump echoes in the room, followed by Yunho’s grunt and Changmin’s soft apology. The younger man leans down and gazes at Yunho from beneath the soft curtain of his hair. This time, he bends forward and gently caresses Yunho’s lips, finally understanding Yunho’s earlier actions.
“I love you,” he whispers, eyes crinkled at the edges as a smile lights up his face. “I love you so fucking much.”
With the palm of his hand resting against Changmin’s angled hip, Yunho reaches up with the other and caresses Changmin’s cheek. The taller man leans into the touch and smiles down at his older lover.
“EWWWW, HYUNG, THEY’RE DOING THE NASTY AGAIN!”
Changmin glances up sharply from his comfortable perch on Yunho’s lap, and Yunho tilts his head back as far as he can. Those feet look awfully familiar, he thinks.
He flushes attractively when the soul mates join Junsu, whose face is scrunched up with a finger pointed accusingly at them, and stare at them lewdly.
“Well?” Jaejoong demands. ”There better be a damn good explanation for you flailing around our living room.”
Changmin stares at him long and hard with narrowed eyes. Then, his face splits in a wide smile so unnerving that the three of them draw back in horror.
Without further ado, he leans his chest back down and aligns it with Yunho’s as he captures his plump lower lip between his teeth. Slowly-tortuously-he tugs it into his mouth and sucks on it, in full view of the others.
Yunho’s initial protest falls on dear ears, captured by Changmin’s steady tongue.
“There better not be any stains on my carpet when we get back!” Jaejoong cries, half-dragging a horrified Junsu and drooling Yoochun toward the door.
When the front door clicks behind them, Changmin grins at him with a feral twinkle in his eye.
Yunho’s unsure of whether or not to be afraid.