Grinding Gears - (Car Euphemism Oneshot Series 2/3)
Title: Grinding Gears
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd always wear handcuffs.
Word Count: 681
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“Min,” Junsu said, voice wavering.
“Trust me, baby,” Changmin said and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“Fuck. I’m screwed,” Junsu said, whimpering and tugging on the handcuffs. Thankfully, Changmin decided to use the ones covered in blue cloth for this round instead of the metal ones.
Changmin laughed. “Not yet.”
His lips trailed down Junsu’s spine, stopping here and there to bite his muscles. As his tongue ghosted over his tailbone, side to side, Junsu moaned and again pulled on the restraints.
Changmin hummed in appreciation against his skin. Three fingers dipped into the swell of Junsu’s perfect ass, pressing, then sliding and then pressing in, closer to the curve. Changmin kissed the other cheek, biting softly as Junsu continued to cry out, beg and tug at the handcuffs.
“Please, Minnie.”
Changmin pressed both hands into his ass and spread his cheeks. Junsu’s hole was already clenching and begging for him. He pressed the tip of his tongue just above his entrance. Junsu keened, back bowing. Changmin grinned and licked him, around him, pushing and proding without giving Junsu enough time to adjust.
“Changmin, fuck, more, please more.”
Sweat slicked Junsu’s skin and his legs quivered.
Changmin hummed against his entrance, and then gave Junsu more, pushing his tongue past the ring of muscle.
“Oh, shit, fuck me, please, Min, prepare me, fuck.”
Changmin ignored the pleadings and continued using his tongue, pressing in as deeply as he could. Longest tongue of the five of them, he had to put it to good use.
“Changmin, please, I’m going to -”
Junsu broke off with a cry, body tensing and shaking, hole clenching around Changmin’s tongue. The only thing that kept him from falling was Changmin’s firm grip on his hips.
Changmin finally pulled his tongue away, replacing it with a single finger that slid right into the loosened hole.
“Ah, Minnie-ah,” Junsu moaned.
“Leave you alone, or fuck you senseless?” Changmin asked, licking up the sweat pooled along Junsu’s spine.
“Senseless,” Junsu breathed.
“Good answer.” He moved his fingers and, holding Junsu tightly, slammed his dick into Junsu’s ass.
Junsu cried out, pulling on the restraints again.
Changmin gave him no time to get used to him and moved, hips slapping against Junsu's body just this side of brutal. He kept it steady, glad now that he hadn’t let Junsu even touch him before. He’d last much, much longer.
Fresh sweat gathered again along Junsu’s spine and Changmin leaned over him, momentarily slowing to lick it up. Junsu whined.
“More, Min, fast, please.”
Faster it was. God, he loved watching himself disappear into Junsu’s plump ass.
Junsu grabbed chains of the handcuffs and pulled, thrusting his body back to meet Changmin’s.
“More, damn it, more.”
Changmin growled and leaned his tall body over Junsu again, grabbing the head board on either side of the cuffs and using it as leverage to give the pushy bottom what he wanted. He closed his mouth on that spot between Junsu’s shoulder and neck and sucked and bit down.
Junsu’s head fell back to his shoulder as he screamed.
Their sweaty bodies slid together. Control disappeared. Steady turned to grinding.
“Touch me,” Junsu moaned between incoherent groans. “Please, Min, please.”
With one shaking hand, Changmin reached around Junsu’s hip and grabbed his cock, fisting it in time with the fucking.
Junsu came hard, hands pulling at the cuffs, moans echoing around the room. His body sagged, and he grabbed the headboard to keep upright.
“Good shit, Changmin,” he muttered, body still trying to move to keep up with Changmin’s shivering thrusts into Junsu’s spasming body. With his face pressed between Junsu’s shoulder blades and tongue lapping at his sweat, Changmin came, his soft moan a startling contrast to Junsu’s enthusiastic exclamations.
Changmin didn’t bother trying to stay up, sliding sideways off Junsu to land on his back on the bed. He shut his eyes, content to lay and enjoy the tingles zinging around his body.
“You better let me loose before you fall asleep,” Junsu said.
“Who said I was done with you?”
CEOS 3/3: Riding Shotgun.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd always wear handcuffs.
Word Count: 681
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“Min,” Junsu said, voice wavering.
“Trust me, baby,” Changmin said and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“Fuck. I’m screwed,” Junsu said, whimpering and tugging on the handcuffs. Thankfully, Changmin decided to use the ones covered in blue cloth for this round instead of the metal ones.
Changmin laughed. “Not yet.”
His lips trailed down Junsu’s spine, stopping here and there to bite his muscles. As his tongue ghosted over his tailbone, side to side, Junsu moaned and again pulled on the restraints.
Changmin hummed in appreciation against his skin. Three fingers dipped into the swell of Junsu’s perfect ass, pressing, then sliding and then pressing in, closer to the curve. Changmin kissed the other cheek, biting softly as Junsu continued to cry out, beg and tug at the handcuffs.
“Please, Minnie.”
Changmin pressed both hands into his ass and spread his cheeks. Junsu’s hole was already clenching and begging for him. He pressed the tip of his tongue just above his entrance. Junsu keened, back bowing. Changmin grinned and licked him, around him, pushing and proding without giving Junsu enough time to adjust.
“Changmin, fuck, more, please more.”
Sweat slicked Junsu’s skin and his legs quivered.
Changmin hummed against his entrance, and then gave Junsu more, pushing his tongue past the ring of muscle.
“Oh, shit, fuck me, please, Min, prepare me, fuck.”
Changmin ignored the pleadings and continued using his tongue, pressing in as deeply as he could. Longest tongue of the five of them, he had to put it to good use.
“Changmin, please, I’m going to -”
Junsu broke off with a cry, body tensing and shaking, hole clenching around Changmin’s tongue. The only thing that kept him from falling was Changmin’s firm grip on his hips.
Changmin finally pulled his tongue away, replacing it with a single finger that slid right into the loosened hole.
“Ah, Minnie-ah,” Junsu moaned.
“Leave you alone, or fuck you senseless?” Changmin asked, licking up the sweat pooled along Junsu’s spine.
“Senseless,” Junsu breathed.
“Good answer.” He moved his fingers and, holding Junsu tightly, slammed his dick into Junsu’s ass.
Junsu cried out, pulling on the restraints again.
Changmin gave him no time to get used to him and moved, hips slapping against Junsu's body just this side of brutal. He kept it steady, glad now that he hadn’t let Junsu even touch him before. He’d last much, much longer.
Fresh sweat gathered again along Junsu’s spine and Changmin leaned over him, momentarily slowing to lick it up. Junsu whined.
“More, Min, fast, please.”
Faster it was. God, he loved watching himself disappear into Junsu’s plump ass.
Junsu grabbed chains of the handcuffs and pulled, thrusting his body back to meet Changmin’s.
“More, damn it, more.”
Changmin growled and leaned his tall body over Junsu again, grabbing the head board on either side of the cuffs and using it as leverage to give the pushy bottom what he wanted. He closed his mouth on that spot between Junsu’s shoulder and neck and sucked and bit down.
Junsu’s head fell back to his shoulder as he screamed.
Their sweaty bodies slid together. Control disappeared. Steady turned to grinding.
“Touch me,” Junsu moaned between incoherent groans. “Please, Min, please.”
With one shaking hand, Changmin reached around Junsu’s hip and grabbed his cock, fisting it in time with the fucking.
Junsu came hard, hands pulling at the cuffs, moans echoing around the room. His body sagged, and he grabbed the headboard to keep upright.
“Good shit, Changmin,” he muttered, body still trying to move to keep up with Changmin’s shivering thrusts into Junsu’s spasming body. With his face pressed between Junsu’s shoulder blades and tongue lapping at his sweat, Changmin came, his soft moan a startling contrast to Junsu’s enthusiastic exclamations.
Changmin didn’t bother trying to stay up, sliding sideways off Junsu to land on his back on the bed. He shut his eyes, content to lay and enjoy the tingles zinging around his body.
“You better let me loose before you fall asleep,” Junsu said.
“Who said I was done with you?”
CEOS 3/3: Riding Shotgun.
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