absolute; yunho/changmin; for yuxo
Absolute
Changmin/Yunho; NC-17; 1042 w.
Forever is for fools, but no one can ever say they didn’t try.
For yuxo. Kiss fic is hard. :( Take this smut instead. Btw, the title has probably nothing at all to do with the fic. :\ Don’t judge me.
Changmin’s lips were a little bit like heaven, Yunho thought as the younger man straddled his waist. Not that he knew what heaven was like, but he was sure it didn’t get any better than this: Changmin on his lap, kissing him affectionately.
Murmuring in content, he clung closer to the body above his, one hand on Changmin’s warm waist and the other around the nape of his neck, holding him in place as he slowly explored the contours of Changmin’s mouth.
In his half-asleep state, he could do no more than sigh quietly and chastely kiss Changmin’s parted lips. Yunho lifted his knees to cradle the lithe body in his lap. His hand drifted from Changmin’s arched waist to his firm buttocks, grabbing one cheek in his hand.
Changmin’s lips broke away, and he rested his forehead against Yunho’s cheek.
“Feisty, are we?” he murmured as Yunho’s other hand fell down and grasped the other globe.
“If I had the energy,” Yunho said, “I’d throw you down and have my way with you.”
“What a shame,” Changmin lamented.
“A tragedy,” Yunho agreed.
Changmin was smiling as he lifted his head and kissed him again. “Well, you’re here,” he said. “Maybe I’ll just have my way with you.”
“Sexy,” Yunho cooed.
Changmin smiled into their kiss. Yunho turned his head into it and mouthed I love you.
Changmin’s smile widened, and his lopsided eyes twinkled at the older man, who gripped Changmin’s face in his hands and pulled him deeper. He shivered at the onslaught of Yunho’s determined tongue and dug his fingers into the sheets.
They could feel the full length of each other’s bodies, hot and heavy with lethargy. Yunho pulled away and cradled his head into the crook of Changmin’s neck and shoulder, whispering words softly against his skin.
“I love you,” Changmin murmured as he ran his fingers through Yunho’s hair. “You know?”
“I know.”
“I’m tired.”
“I know,” Yunho repeated. “I wish I could hold you here forever, keep you away from the world.”
Changmin smiled into his hair. “Me too,” he said. “We have tonight. This’ll be our forever.”
Yunho leaned up and trailed kisses up the column of Changmin’s neck, his hand tugging Changmin down. He kissed him then, lips soft and full against Changmin’s.
“Changmin-ah,” he murmured.
“I know,” Changmin said, and his fingers fell to the buckle of Yunho’s belt, quickly unfastening it. “Enjoy,” he said.
He reached up and tugged off his shirt, flinging it across the room. Yunho’s hands sought out his skin immediately.
Changmin bit his lip as he reached down and unfastened his own pants, shifting his weight to pull down his pants. Yunho scooted up on the bed, so he was sitting against the headboard, and he tugged Changmin’s pant off his long legs.
“Want you,” Changmin murmured against his lips. “So bad.”
Yunho gripped Changmin’s ass in both hands. “Lube,” he groaned.
Changmin slid up and reached under the pillow, extracting a small tube of lubricant and a condom. He handed it to Yunho, who quickly lubed his fingers and brought them to Changmin’s entrance. Slick fingers slipped inside, and Changmin curled his fingers into Yunho’s chest.
“Good?” Yunho asked, feathering kisses over Changmin’s throat.
“Good,” Changmin agreed, nose brushing Yunho’s cheek. He wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck and hitched his legs higher. Leaning against the headboard, Yunho shifted their weight and bent his knees to once more cradle Changmin, who arched against the fingers breaching him.
“Too much,” Changmin groaned, pressing his forehead against Yunho’s shoulder.
He slithered one hand between them and reach into Yunho’s pants to pull out his erection and cover it with the condom he found stuffed under the pillow. His fingers covered the pulsing length and coated it in lube.
Yunho hoisted him up, hands spreading him apart, as Changmin gripped his cock and guided it inside him.
He sunk down slowly, biting his lip as Yunho filled him. Yunho’s hands gripped Changmin’s buttocks and led him with a gently rocking motion.
Changmin arched his back and undulated his hips, rising and falling in shallow motions. The bed creaked softly under his movements, and he frowned, head angled toward the ceiling.
“Too loud,” he said at length, but he made no move to slow down.
Yunho’s fingers dug into his hips and guided their coupling. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along Changmin’s throat, mumbling low in his throat a steady chant of Changmin’s name.
Changmin braced his hands on the headboard for leverage as he pivoted his hips back and forth. He couldn’t get enough of Yunho inside him, his cock reaching places Changmin’s fingers never could.
Changmin fucked like he danced: quiet and graceful. Yunho was grunting his encouragement as he lay beneath him, occasionally pushing himself up to meet Changmin’s fervent, beautiful motions.
“Yunho,” he breathed.
Yunho curled his face into Changmin’s neck. Changmin was hunched awkwardly to compensate, and he shifted his arms to embrace Yunho, who breathed heavily against Changmin’s collar.
Their bellies were slick with sweat and coiled with heat. Changmin panted, head thrown back to the ceiling, as he grinded heavily in Yunho’s lap.
“Yunho, Yunho,” Changmin chanted.
Yunho’s fingers tightened on his hips, and he thrust up hard twice before he spilled into the condom.
Changmin exhaled harshly, shuddering against Yunho as reached down to tug on his erection. He came after a few moments, after the stimulus of his hand and Yunho’s cock had become too much.
They stayed connected for a long time, with Changmin arched uncomfortable atop him. Yunho shifted after a while, and Changmin gently pulled himself off Yunho and flopped down beside him in a ball.
Yunho slid down and leaned over the side of the bed to grab some wipes. He carefully cleaned Changmin first, before wiping himself off and tugging off the condom. He tossed the wipe and the condom across the room before he curled into Changmin and spooned against his back.
“Clothes,” Changmin murmured.
With his head tucked into Changmin’s neck, Yunho replied, “Fine. Sleep.”
Changmin mumbled back incoherently, reaching out to pull Yunho’s arm over him. “Forever is nice,” he finally got out.
“Yeah,” Yunho agreed. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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Changmin/Yunho; NC-17; 1042 w.
Forever is for fools, but no one can ever say they didn’t try.
For yuxo. Kiss fic is hard. :( Take this smut instead. Btw, the title has probably nothing at all to do with the fic. :\ Don’t judge me.
Changmin’s lips were a little bit like heaven, Yunho thought as the younger man straddled his waist. Not that he knew what heaven was like, but he was sure it didn’t get any better than this: Changmin on his lap, kissing him affectionately.
Murmuring in content, he clung closer to the body above his, one hand on Changmin’s warm waist and the other around the nape of his neck, holding him in place as he slowly explored the contours of Changmin’s mouth.
In his half-asleep state, he could do no more than sigh quietly and chastely kiss Changmin’s parted lips. Yunho lifted his knees to cradle the lithe body in his lap. His hand drifted from Changmin’s arched waist to his firm buttocks, grabbing one cheek in his hand.
Changmin’s lips broke away, and he rested his forehead against Yunho’s cheek.
“Feisty, are we?” he murmured as Yunho’s other hand fell down and grasped the other globe.
“If I had the energy,” Yunho said, “I’d throw you down and have my way with you.”
“What a shame,” Changmin lamented.
“A tragedy,” Yunho agreed.
Changmin was smiling as he lifted his head and kissed him again. “Well, you’re here,” he said. “Maybe I’ll just have my way with you.”
“Sexy,” Yunho cooed.
Changmin smiled into their kiss. Yunho turned his head into it and mouthed I love you.
Changmin’s smile widened, and his lopsided eyes twinkled at the older man, who gripped Changmin’s face in his hands and pulled him deeper. He shivered at the onslaught of Yunho’s determined tongue and dug his fingers into the sheets.
They could feel the full length of each other’s bodies, hot and heavy with lethargy. Yunho pulled away and cradled his head into the crook of Changmin’s neck and shoulder, whispering words softly against his skin.
“I love you,” Changmin murmured as he ran his fingers through Yunho’s hair. “You know?”
“I know.”
“I’m tired.”
“I know,” Yunho repeated. “I wish I could hold you here forever, keep you away from the world.”
Changmin smiled into his hair. “Me too,” he said. “We have tonight. This’ll be our forever.”
Yunho leaned up and trailed kisses up the column of Changmin’s neck, his hand tugging Changmin down. He kissed him then, lips soft and full against Changmin’s.
“Changmin-ah,” he murmured.
“I know,” Changmin said, and his fingers fell to the buckle of Yunho’s belt, quickly unfastening it. “Enjoy,” he said.
He reached up and tugged off his shirt, flinging it across the room. Yunho’s hands sought out his skin immediately.
Changmin bit his lip as he reached down and unfastened his own pants, shifting his weight to pull down his pants. Yunho scooted up on the bed, so he was sitting against the headboard, and he tugged Changmin’s pant off his long legs.
“Want you,” Changmin murmured against his lips. “So bad.”
Yunho gripped Changmin’s ass in both hands. “Lube,” he groaned.
Changmin slid up and reached under the pillow, extracting a small tube of lubricant and a condom. He handed it to Yunho, who quickly lubed his fingers and brought them to Changmin’s entrance. Slick fingers slipped inside, and Changmin curled his fingers into Yunho’s chest.
“Good?” Yunho asked, feathering kisses over Changmin’s throat.
“Good,” Changmin agreed, nose brushing Yunho’s cheek. He wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck and hitched his legs higher. Leaning against the headboard, Yunho shifted their weight and bent his knees to once more cradle Changmin, who arched against the fingers breaching him.
“Too much,” Changmin groaned, pressing his forehead against Yunho’s shoulder.
He slithered one hand between them and reach into Yunho’s pants to pull out his erection and cover it with the condom he found stuffed under the pillow. His fingers covered the pulsing length and coated it in lube.
Yunho hoisted him up, hands spreading him apart, as Changmin gripped his cock and guided it inside him.
He sunk down slowly, biting his lip as Yunho filled him. Yunho’s hands gripped Changmin’s buttocks and led him with a gently rocking motion.
Changmin arched his back and undulated his hips, rising and falling in shallow motions. The bed creaked softly under his movements, and he frowned, head angled toward the ceiling.
“Too loud,” he said at length, but he made no move to slow down.
Yunho’s fingers dug into his hips and guided their coupling. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along Changmin’s throat, mumbling low in his throat a steady chant of Changmin’s name.
Changmin braced his hands on the headboard for leverage as he pivoted his hips back and forth. He couldn’t get enough of Yunho inside him, his cock reaching places Changmin’s fingers never could.
Changmin fucked like he danced: quiet and graceful. Yunho was grunting his encouragement as he lay beneath him, occasionally pushing himself up to meet Changmin’s fervent, beautiful motions.
“Yunho,” he breathed.
Yunho curled his face into Changmin’s neck. Changmin was hunched awkwardly to compensate, and he shifted his arms to embrace Yunho, who breathed heavily against Changmin’s collar.
Their bellies were slick with sweat and coiled with heat. Changmin panted, head thrown back to the ceiling, as he grinded heavily in Yunho’s lap.
“Yunho, Yunho,” Changmin chanted.
Yunho’s fingers tightened on his hips, and he thrust up hard twice before he spilled into the condom.
Changmin exhaled harshly, shuddering against Yunho as reached down to tug on his erection. He came after a few moments, after the stimulus of his hand and Yunho’s cock had become too much.
They stayed connected for a long time, with Changmin arched uncomfortable atop him. Yunho shifted after a while, and Changmin gently pulled himself off Yunho and flopped down beside him in a ball.
Yunho slid down and leaned over the side of the bed to grab some wipes. He carefully cleaned Changmin first, before wiping himself off and tugging off the condom. He tossed the wipe and the condom across the room before he curled into Changmin and spooned against his back.
“Clothes,” Changmin murmured.
With his head tucked into Changmin’s neck, Yunho replied, “Fine. Sleep.”
Changmin mumbled back incoherently, reaching out to pull Yunho’s arm over him. “Forever is nice,” he finally got out.
“Yeah,” Yunho agreed. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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