Nevermore 4/6?
Title: Nevermore 4/6?
Pairing: Changmin/Yunho (minor Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are gods to me ... maybe they are actually gods ... either way, all I can do is worship them.
Summary: Changmin is tall dark and handsome in all the cliched romance novel ways. But he's also smart, sexy, intelligent, controlling, and perfect, and Yunho wants nothing more than to get on his knees and lick Changmin's boots. There's more to him than Yunho knows, and he should have figured it out based on the invisible ravens that follow Changmin around. But Yunho was pretty sure he'd been the only one that could see them.
Warning: mentioned mpreg not my fault. Changmin wanted babies with Yunho
Poster by me. :)
Part 4: The Kissable Boots
Yunho sat on his couch, tossing grapes in the air for Nevermore. The sun had set long ago, and he had yet to call Changmin. He definitely wanted to see him again, and after his talk with Jaejoong, he felt better about the entire situation. But what if he did not fall in love with Changmin? What if he did not accept that he would have children for him? Then again, if he loved Changmin the way that Yoochun loved Junsu, Yunho knew that he would do anything for him, including have children.
But YooSu had been together for almost five years.
He’d only known Changmin for a week.
Yunho sighed. He liked Changmin, he really did. And it wasn’t like he and Jaejoong were lying to him. There were ravens in his world that only the three of them could see.
He had a shoot the next day, and he knew that he could not spend the night awake thinking and debating with himself.
He liked Changmin. A lot. He was sexually attracted to him, and Changmin was nice as well.
Nevermore flew from the other side of the room and settled on Yunho’s knee. He rubbed the top of her head in the way she liked. She gurgled at him, eyes shutting.
He had a sudden sharp vivid image of him on knees and Changmin petting his head.
“Fuck,” Yunho said, eyes shutting and mind playing out the rest of the fantasy.
^/\-v-/\^
Yunho gave up trying to sleep and went up to the roof of his building. It was a long hike up the stairs, but worth it when he got there. The owner of the building had a small garden up there, and he had strung white lights about the bulky contraptions all over the roof. Over the years, residents had added their own tables, chairs and benches.
Yunho sat on chair, the bottle of sweet red wine in his hand. It had made him feel better, and he wondered if drinking the rest of it would make him drunk.
He brought up Changmin’s phone number on his phone and tapped the button to call. It was after midnight. If he couldn’t sleep, then he wasn’t going to let Changmin sleep either. Though, he had a feeling that Changmin wasn't asleep.
He was proven correct when Changmin answered after only two rings.
“Yunho?”
“Hi.”
“Hello.”
Yunho took a swallow of the wine. “I like the wine. It’s delicious.”
“Thank you. It is from my family’s vineyards.” Changmin cleared his throat.
Yunho imagined that he was nervous. It made him smile.
“I apologize for being presumptuous on replacing some of your personal items.”
“I understand why you did and I appreciate the thought. But ask next time.”
“I will.”
“I have a shoot tomorrow afternoon. It should be done by five. Take me out to dinner?”
“I would be honored.”
“I have some questions.”
“I am sure you do. Ask me anything you wish.”
“Are you in love with Jaejoong?”
Changmin snorted. “In your so eloquent language, fuck no.”
Yunho laughed. “Just checking. Language? Do you speak a different one?”
“No. Some of our slang terms are different, though.”
Yunho nodded. “Do you like being a prince?”
“Most days. It has its perks. Most of my princely life has been searching for you.”
“Jaejoong says that your mother has a wife ready for you.”
Again, Changmin snorted. “I told you that my mother wants me to go the traditional route. But do not worry about breaking hearts, my wings. Seohyun understands me. We’ve been friends for a long time, and she knows and has seen how much I care for and adore you.”
“You know, the first time I saw you, besides wanting to kneel at your feet, my first thought was the Prince of Darkness. Is that a title you go by?”
Changmin was silent for a moment before saying carefully, “It is what the Eagle clan has always called the prince of the Ravens. A raven to them was a sign of battle, a sign of hunger, death, a harbinger of suffering. It is a bad omen. I do not like speaking ill of your people, but they were arrogant and ignorant in their hatred of us.”
“But they are gone?”
“Mostly. There will always be someone who claims the Eagle clan. They may cause problems for us later.”
“What other clans are there?”
“Hawks, Swans, Falcons, and Owls. The Ravens are the most powerful.”
“Swans?”
“Beautiful but fierce. They are our most trusted allies.”
“Are there wars often? Is everyone allies in your world?”
“Yes, and no. I would never allow someone from the Owls prepare my food for fear of poison, and I would never turn my back on a Hawk because he will shoot you in the back. But we keep the peace for trade reasons. The Eagles have always wanted more than they had.”
“I’m not sure if I like the idea of living in a world with so much war.”
“You live in a world that is at war with your only land neighbor.”
Yunho conceded the point. He did have to serve military time just for that reason. “I want to tell Yoochun and Junsu about this.”
“Jaejoong mentioned that you might.”
“It won’t hurt them?”
“No, but I do suggest you wait until the two of us are there. Jaejoong can make them see the ravens.”
“Magic sounds like fun.”
“Jaejoong will teach you if you want.”
“If I told you to jump up and down and cluck like a chicken, would you do it?”
“Yes.”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Honestly.”
“Probably not. I’d attempt to find a way to distract you from the request. Like kiss you.”
“I won’t say no to a kiss, but I’d really prefer that you just tell me no.”
“I may have to work on that.”
Yunho chuckled. “Tell me what you like most about me.”
Changmin said no.
“What?”
“I’d rather show you. Because I love the way you smile and your eyes light up when you see me. I love the way your skin flushes after I’ve kissed you. I love the way you gesture with your hands when you’re talking about something that you’re passionate about. And I love the way you pout. I’m sure I would invade another country to bring you something precious if you ask me with that pout.”
Yunho’s throat tightened.
“May I ask the same question of you?”
Yunho cleared his throat. “There are a lot of things that I like about you, but I don’t know you well enough to pick a favorite. But I do love the way you make me want to sink to my knees to pleasure you.”
Changmin moaned.
“Even in this short time, I know that I like the way you touch me and the way you look at me. It makes me feel ...”
“Special,” Changmin said. “You are so very special.”
Yunho blushed and touched a cheek to his hand. “I better ... sleep. I ...” Yunho adjusted his erection.
“Yes. What time shall I come and pick you up tomorrow evening?”
“I’ll send you a text after my shoot.”
“Okay. Yunho, thank you for calling me. Thank you for accepting me and who I am.”
“Don’t thank me. Thank Nevermore. If it wasn’t for her and the other ravens that no one else can see, I would not believe you at all.”
“I shall bring her something sweet the next time I see her.”
Yunho smiled. “Good night, my Prince of Darkness.”
Changmin chuckled. “Good night, my wings.”
^/\-v-/\^
Yunho had to take a break at five and call Changmin and tell him the photoshoot was running late. He would not be home until almost seven.
“With your permission,” Changmin said carefully, “I will meet you at your apartment and prepare dinner for you.”
It made Yunho smile, and he continued smile all through the rest of his shoot. But he still told Changmin no.
“I’ll send you a text. Order takeout.”
Changmin grumbled goodnaturedly but he obeyed. When Yunho arrived at home, there were no ravens in sight (except Nevermore) and Changmin was not waiting in his apartment. He took a quick yet thorough shower and then texted Changmin that he was home.
Changmin texted back: if you had allowed me entry into your home, you could already be on your knees
Yunho smirked at his phone but did not reply. This night was going to go exactly the way Yunho wanted. He dressed only in a pair of loose fitting jeans. No shirt, no underwear, no belt. He lit all of the candles that Changmin had used before. He did scramble around and make sure the place was mostly cleaned up.
When Nevermore squawked at the window and Yunho saw the dark wings of Odin, he shooed Nevermore away, and she only glanced at him in disdain over her left wing before taking flight and joining Odin. He went to the front door and opened it just a crack.
With a deep breath and a small shiver, Yunho dropped to his knees, legs parted just a little for balance. He sat back on his feet, settled his shaking hands on his thighs and, with his head up, waited for Changmin.
He did not have to wait long.
Changmin pushed open the door, Yunho’s name half out his mouth, before he stopped and stared at Yunho on his knees.
Yunho smiled and actually felt his eyes shining because after Changmin had walked away from him the other day, he did not think he’d see him again, let alone kneel at his feet.
“Hi,” Yunho said.
Changmin returned the smile and shut the door. He settled the bag that probably had their dinner in it on the floor and reached to take off his boots.
“Wait,” Yunho said and bit his lip.
“What?”
Yunho shut his eyes for only a moment and then leaned forward. He heard Changmin’s quick inhale, but did not stop until his mouth was against the soft leather of Changmin’s black boots. It was an open kiss, just below the folded leather at the top. He was shaking, so he put his hands on the floor, one palm between Changmin’s feet. And then his mouth moved down the boot. The leather smelled warm and clean. Yunho paused with his mouth near the ankle, and then lifted up, opened his eyes enough to see, and kissed the very tip of Changmin’s boot.
Yunho glanced up and smiled at the wide-eyed look of lust on Changmin’s face. He moved to the other boot, starting with a kiss to the toe, and this time running his tongue up the soft leather. He did not stop at the boot, but used a good grip on the tops of them to continue up until he was nuzzling the hard erection straining in Changmin’s tight pants.
Yunho ran his hands up the back of Changmin’s thighs. The pants were the softest cotton he’d ever felt and he figured they were not from this realm. But really, the ass under his hands was more important the the fabric. He squeezed and then looked up again, leaning back a little, just enough to press his chest to Changmin’s crotch.
“Hi,” he said again, voice deep and breathy.
Changmin licked his lips. “Are you going to let me take my boots off, my wings?”
Yunho let his hands drop to Changmin’s calf muscles. “May I?”
Changmin smiled and nodded.
Yunho kept his eyes on Changmin’s face. He found the zipper of the boots with his fingertips. He lowered one zipper and then the other. He sat back on his knees, lifted one foot, ran his tongue over the toe of the boot before taking it off. He did the same to the other. Changmin did not move away from him and Yunho went back to his crotch with his mouth and ran his hands up and down the back of Changmin’s legs.
“Thank you,” Yunho whispered.
Changmin smiled and ran his hands through Yunho’s hair. Yunho moaned, canting up into the touch, head tilted back.
“You are so beautiful,” Changmin said, his fingers going down his neck to his bare shoulders.
Yunho’s smile widened.
“Are you hungry?”
Yunho nodded. “Yes, please.”
“For food?” Changmin clarified.
Yunho laughed. “Yes.”
Changmin picked up the bags of food and Yunho turned around, on his knees, and crawled into the living room. He stopped between the couch and coffee table and waited until Changmin sat down. On the floor, next to him. Yunho pouted, but Changmin did not see, and he opened the containers of food.
“I brought ramen,” Changmin said and glanced over at Yunho. “As much as I want to feed you, it will be easier if you do it yourself.
Yunho whined and crossed his arms. He had definitely wanted Changmin to feed him again, but ramen was tricky.
Changmin smiled at him, curled his hand on the back of Yunho’s neck, and yanked him over for a firm kiss. His other hand curled around Yunho’s bare waist. He shivered at the touch and moved, climbing over Changmin’s lap, straddling his thighs. He cupped Changmin’s face and deepened the kiss, shivering as Changmin’s hands ran up and down his bare skin.
“Food,” Changmin muttered, the words muffled against Yunho’s lips. “Eat.”
Yunho smiled. “Lips,” he said. “Kiss.” And shoved his tongue in Changmin’s mouth.
Changmin moaned and cupped his ass, yanking him closer. Yunho curled over him to keep kissing him and rolled his hips over Changmin’s thighs.
Changmin slowed the kiss down, and Yunho sighed in contentment. He liked frantic, but he liked romantic a lot more. Changmin continued to touch his skin, up and down his back. His hand went to Yunho’s hair, fingertips soft against his scalp. Yunho whimpered and sagged against Changmin’s chest from the delicate touch. And then there was pain.
And Changmin yanked Yunho’s head away.
Yunho gasped, eyes shutting, and then he pouted. “Changmin-ah.”
“Eat,” Changmin said and pressed a peck to his cheek. “Dessert later.”
“You owe me.”
“I do.”
Yunho huffed and climbed off his lap, adjusting so his erection wasn’t pressed uncomfortably against denim. He shoved Changmin’s side. “Sit on the couch.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to sit on the couch.”
Changmin lifted his arms and then pushed his body up onto the couch. “Are you going to sit up here with me?”
Yunho smiled up at him. “Nope.” He sat on the ground and curled his arms around Changmin’s leg. He leaned his head on Changmin’s thigh with a quiet, happy sigh.
Changmin tsked at him, but his fingers went to Yunho’s head and carded through his hair. “Happy now?”
Yunho hummed. “Perfect.”
^/\-v-/\^
Dinner was followed by a movie. Yunho allowed himself to be dragged up onto the couch but only because Changmin promised him more kisses. The movie played on in the background and Yunho kissed and licked at Changmin’s neck and chest where his shirt billowed open. He did not try to push his hands into Yunho’s jeans or take any of their clothes off. He was so hard. He rocked against Changmin’s thigh, or stomach depending on where he was. Changmin’s thin pants molded to his erection, and Yunho wanted to go down and suck on it.
But every time he started that way, Changmin yanked on his hair and brought his mouth up for a deep kiss.
“Changmin-ah, please,” Yunho gasped.
Changmin smiled and kept kissing his mouth. Yunho pouted, a blatant attempt to get what he wanted, but Changmin just cooed at him and kept kissing him. Yunho did not really mind. He loved the way Changmin kissed him. The firm grip in his hair, the soft press of lips, the commanding thrust of his tongue. And he loved the way that Changmin looked at him, with complete focus, like he was the only thing and the most important thing in the room. It had Yunho’s chest tightening, his head spinning, and his cock throbbing.
Yunho did not think he’d survive being the center of Changmin’s sexual target range. But he was willing to try.
“Please,” he said again and slid down, off the couch, to his knees. He hands ran up and down Changmin’s thigh and chest. The billowy shirt was easy to move out of his way, and he licked his lips before going right to Changmin’s nipple. He sucked softly before flicking the nub with his tongue. He palmed Changmin’s cock through the thin pants.
Changmin sighed. “You are so very hard to resist.”
“Then you shouldn’t.”
“But I must.”
Yunho pouted but did not lift his head from Changmin’s skin. “Why?”
Changmin shifted, he pulled Yunho away by his hair, and then he sat up. Yunho leaned away and let him until Changmin was sitting on the couch and Yunho was between his legs, running his hands up and down Changmin’s thick thighs. He licked his lips and went for the bulge of Changmin’s cock, but Changmin wrapped his hands in his hair and kept him away.
Yunho pouted up at him.
Changmin smiled and leaned forward and kissed him. “With your permission, I plan on courting you, and courting you does not entail tumbling into bed right away. Even in your world.”
“Fine, fine,” Yunho said and twisted so he was sitting on the floor, yet still able to hold onto Changmin’s leg and run his hand up and down his calf. The silly action movie was almost over. Yunho leaned his head on Changmin’s knee. Fingertips trailed down his neck and to his shoulders.
“You have beautiful skin, Yunho-ah.”
Yunho tilted his head back. “It will look better covered in hickys.”
Changmin smiled. “And even better covered in the tattoos of my clan.”
Yunho tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “Tattoos?”
“I am sure that Jaejoong showed you his tattoos because he is an exhibitionist that enjoys being naked.”
Yunho remembered the scrolls of ink around Jaejoong’s body, but he hadn’t looked closely at them. There had been a lot.
“Let me show you.” Changmin leaned forward and gripped the back of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and Yunho moaned, hands reaching for the cobbled stomach and chest on display. But Changmin caught his hands with a laugh. He moved carefully and turned to his side, showing Yunho that the muscles covered all of his body.
Yunho pushed up to the couch and sat behind Changmin. On his back were two large wings, tattooed black with incredible detail of light reflecting off them.
“Fuck,” Yunho said and trailed his finger over some of the detail. “They look so real.”
“As they should.”
“They aren’t real, right, like, you don’t actually have wings in your world, right?”
Changmin chuckled, the sound soft and warm just like his skin. “Nope. We leave the flying to the ravens.”
“Jaejoong’s were not this big.”
“Jaejoong is not a prince. He is my second. He is also crazy and enjoys the pain and has tattoos all over his body that are not the mark of the raven.”
“I have to get one?” Yunho slid his hands around Changmin’s waist and pressed his lips to the top curve of tattooed skin. He smirked when Changmin shivered. “I’ve never wanted a tattoo.”
Changmin turned in his arms, sitting sideways. He paused for only a moment and then pulled Yunho into his lap, knees on either side of Changmin’s hips. Yunho did not mind. It made it much easier to kiss him.
“It’s a mark of our clan and it is necessary especially since you will be with me. It will mark you as royalty and as a protection, show that you are higher in authority than anyone else of the court. Even higher than Jaejoong. Without it, I fear more for you life. Enemies within my clan and without can attack you with only minor repercussions. As a prince, even the smallest infraction is punishable by death.” Changmin ran his hands up Yunho’s bare back. “There are also spells and protections built into the tattoo that people will recognize, or if they don’t, the protections will thwart them.”
There was a massive explosion from the television. Yunho was jealous. He really really wanted to explode. He shifted and tucked his head under Changmin’s chin. “Since you won’t fuck me, will you stay? Sleep with me?”
Changmin smiled and nodded. “Of course, my wings. Whatever you wish.”
Yunho huffed. “If it was whatever I wished, I’d be riding your cock into oblivion right now.”
Changmin laughed. “I want that, too, but I also want to make sure that you understand what you’re getting yourself into. Jaejoong was right, though if you tell him that, I may have to hurt you.”
Yunho chuckled.
“I just expected you to feel the connection and come with me. He told me that I was stupid, and that you had a life here that you may not want to give up. I will have to accept whatever you choose.”
“I told you I felt the connection, the first time I saw you.” Yunho sank back to his knees on the floor, looking up at Changmin. “This is where I belong.”
“Only sometimes,” Changmin said, running his finger along Yunho’s jaw. “I want you by my side more than I want you at my feet. You may have been given to me as a gift and as a servant, but I want you as my prince, my king, and my partner.”
Yunho’s throat tightened and his eyes stung. He swallowed roughly and nodded. “Okay. But how exactly can you say that with such sincerity and not want to bend me over and fuck me?”
Changmin laughed. “I do, my wings. I do.”
“Sure doesn’t seem like it.”
“Just not tonight.”
“So in the morning?”
“If you can tempt me.”
Yunho smiled and ran his hands up Changmin’s thighs, just stopping short of the bulge from his erection. “Challenge accepted.”
Part 5: The Tantalizing Sensation of Lips
Part 3: The Advice of Best Friends
Part 2: The Dessert-Stealing Raven
Part 1: The Hottest Guy in the Room
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Pairing: Changmin/Yunho (minor Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are gods to me ... maybe they are actually gods ... either way, all I can do is worship them.
Summary: Changmin is tall dark and handsome in all the cliched romance novel ways. But he's also smart, sexy, intelligent, controlling, and perfect, and Yunho wants nothing more than to get on his knees and lick Changmin's boots. There's more to him than Yunho knows, and he should have figured it out based on the invisible ravens that follow Changmin around. But Yunho was pretty sure he'd been the only one that could see them.
Warning: mentioned mpreg not my fault. Changmin wanted babies with Yunho
Poster by me. :)
Part 4: The Kissable Boots
Yunho sat on his couch, tossing grapes in the air for Nevermore. The sun had set long ago, and he had yet to call Changmin. He definitely wanted to see him again, and after his talk with Jaejoong, he felt better about the entire situation. But what if he did not fall in love with Changmin? What if he did not accept that he would have children for him? Then again, if he loved Changmin the way that Yoochun loved Junsu, Yunho knew that he would do anything for him, including have children.
But YooSu had been together for almost five years.
He’d only known Changmin for a week.
Yunho sighed. He liked Changmin, he really did. And it wasn’t like he and Jaejoong were lying to him. There were ravens in his world that only the three of them could see.
He had a shoot the next day, and he knew that he could not spend the night awake thinking and debating with himself.
He liked Changmin. A lot. He was sexually attracted to him, and Changmin was nice as well.
Nevermore flew from the other side of the room and settled on Yunho’s knee. He rubbed the top of her head in the way she liked. She gurgled at him, eyes shutting.
He had a sudden sharp vivid image of him on knees and Changmin petting his head.
“Fuck,” Yunho said, eyes shutting and mind playing out the rest of the fantasy.
^/\-v-/\^
Yunho gave up trying to sleep and went up to the roof of his building. It was a long hike up the stairs, but worth it when he got there. The owner of the building had a small garden up there, and he had strung white lights about the bulky contraptions all over the roof. Over the years, residents had added their own tables, chairs and benches.
Yunho sat on chair, the bottle of sweet red wine in his hand. It had made him feel better, and he wondered if drinking the rest of it would make him drunk.
He brought up Changmin’s phone number on his phone and tapped the button to call. It was after midnight. If he couldn’t sleep, then he wasn’t going to let Changmin sleep either. Though, he had a feeling that Changmin wasn't asleep.
He was proven correct when Changmin answered after only two rings.
“Yunho?”
“Hi.”
“Hello.”
Yunho took a swallow of the wine. “I like the wine. It’s delicious.”
“Thank you. It is from my family’s vineyards.” Changmin cleared his throat.
Yunho imagined that he was nervous. It made him smile.
“I apologize for being presumptuous on replacing some of your personal items.”
“I understand why you did and I appreciate the thought. But ask next time.”
“I will.”
“I have a shoot tomorrow afternoon. It should be done by five. Take me out to dinner?”
“I would be honored.”
“I have some questions.”
“I am sure you do. Ask me anything you wish.”
“Are you in love with Jaejoong?”
Changmin snorted. “In your so eloquent language, fuck no.”
Yunho laughed. “Just checking. Language? Do you speak a different one?”
“No. Some of our slang terms are different, though.”
Yunho nodded. “Do you like being a prince?”
“Most days. It has its perks. Most of my princely life has been searching for you.”
“Jaejoong says that your mother has a wife ready for you.”
Again, Changmin snorted. “I told you that my mother wants me to go the traditional route. But do not worry about breaking hearts, my wings. Seohyun understands me. We’ve been friends for a long time, and she knows and has seen how much I care for and adore you.”
“You know, the first time I saw you, besides wanting to kneel at your feet, my first thought was the Prince of Darkness. Is that a title you go by?”
Changmin was silent for a moment before saying carefully, “It is what the Eagle clan has always called the prince of the Ravens. A raven to them was a sign of battle, a sign of hunger, death, a harbinger of suffering. It is a bad omen. I do not like speaking ill of your people, but they were arrogant and ignorant in their hatred of us.”
“But they are gone?”
“Mostly. There will always be someone who claims the Eagle clan. They may cause problems for us later.”
“What other clans are there?”
“Hawks, Swans, Falcons, and Owls. The Ravens are the most powerful.”
“Swans?”
“Beautiful but fierce. They are our most trusted allies.”
“Are there wars often? Is everyone allies in your world?”
“Yes, and no. I would never allow someone from the Owls prepare my food for fear of poison, and I would never turn my back on a Hawk because he will shoot you in the back. But we keep the peace for trade reasons. The Eagles have always wanted more than they had.”
“I’m not sure if I like the idea of living in a world with so much war.”
“You live in a world that is at war with your only land neighbor.”
Yunho conceded the point. He did have to serve military time just for that reason. “I want to tell Yoochun and Junsu about this.”
“Jaejoong mentioned that you might.”
“It won’t hurt them?”
“No, but I do suggest you wait until the two of us are there. Jaejoong can make them see the ravens.”
“Magic sounds like fun.”
“Jaejoong will teach you if you want.”
“If I told you to jump up and down and cluck like a chicken, would you do it?”
“Yes.”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Honestly.”
“Probably not. I’d attempt to find a way to distract you from the request. Like kiss you.”
“I won’t say no to a kiss, but I’d really prefer that you just tell me no.”
“I may have to work on that.”
Yunho chuckled. “Tell me what you like most about me.”
Changmin said no.
“What?”
“I’d rather show you. Because I love the way you smile and your eyes light up when you see me. I love the way your skin flushes after I’ve kissed you. I love the way you gesture with your hands when you’re talking about something that you’re passionate about. And I love the way you pout. I’m sure I would invade another country to bring you something precious if you ask me with that pout.”
Yunho’s throat tightened.
“May I ask the same question of you?”
Yunho cleared his throat. “There are a lot of things that I like about you, but I don’t know you well enough to pick a favorite. But I do love the way you make me want to sink to my knees to pleasure you.”
Changmin moaned.
“Even in this short time, I know that I like the way you touch me and the way you look at me. It makes me feel ...”
“Special,” Changmin said. “You are so very special.”
Yunho blushed and touched a cheek to his hand. “I better ... sleep. I ...” Yunho adjusted his erection.
“Yes. What time shall I come and pick you up tomorrow evening?”
“I’ll send you a text after my shoot.”
“Okay. Yunho, thank you for calling me. Thank you for accepting me and who I am.”
“Don’t thank me. Thank Nevermore. If it wasn’t for her and the other ravens that no one else can see, I would not believe you at all.”
“I shall bring her something sweet the next time I see her.”
Yunho smiled. “Good night, my Prince of Darkness.”
Changmin chuckled. “Good night, my wings.”
^/\-v-/\^
Yunho had to take a break at five and call Changmin and tell him the photoshoot was running late. He would not be home until almost seven.
“With your permission,” Changmin said carefully, “I will meet you at your apartment and prepare dinner for you.”
It made Yunho smile, and he continued smile all through the rest of his shoot. But he still told Changmin no.
“I’ll send you a text. Order takeout.”
Changmin grumbled goodnaturedly but he obeyed. When Yunho arrived at home, there were no ravens in sight (except Nevermore) and Changmin was not waiting in his apartment. He took a quick yet thorough shower and then texted Changmin that he was home.
Changmin texted back: if you had allowed me entry into your home, you could already be on your knees
Yunho smirked at his phone but did not reply. This night was going to go exactly the way Yunho wanted. He dressed only in a pair of loose fitting jeans. No shirt, no underwear, no belt. He lit all of the candles that Changmin had used before. He did scramble around and make sure the place was mostly cleaned up.
When Nevermore squawked at the window and Yunho saw the dark wings of Odin, he shooed Nevermore away, and she only glanced at him in disdain over her left wing before taking flight and joining Odin. He went to the front door and opened it just a crack.
With a deep breath and a small shiver, Yunho dropped to his knees, legs parted just a little for balance. He sat back on his feet, settled his shaking hands on his thighs and, with his head up, waited for Changmin.
He did not have to wait long.
Changmin pushed open the door, Yunho’s name half out his mouth, before he stopped and stared at Yunho on his knees.
Yunho smiled and actually felt his eyes shining because after Changmin had walked away from him the other day, he did not think he’d see him again, let alone kneel at his feet.
“Hi,” Yunho said.
Changmin returned the smile and shut the door. He settled the bag that probably had their dinner in it on the floor and reached to take off his boots.
“Wait,” Yunho said and bit his lip.
“What?”
Yunho shut his eyes for only a moment and then leaned forward. He heard Changmin’s quick inhale, but did not stop until his mouth was against the soft leather of Changmin’s black boots. It was an open kiss, just below the folded leather at the top. He was shaking, so he put his hands on the floor, one palm between Changmin’s feet. And then his mouth moved down the boot. The leather smelled warm and clean. Yunho paused with his mouth near the ankle, and then lifted up, opened his eyes enough to see, and kissed the very tip of Changmin’s boot.
Yunho glanced up and smiled at the wide-eyed look of lust on Changmin’s face. He moved to the other boot, starting with a kiss to the toe, and this time running his tongue up the soft leather. He did not stop at the boot, but used a good grip on the tops of them to continue up until he was nuzzling the hard erection straining in Changmin’s tight pants.
Yunho ran his hands up the back of Changmin’s thighs. The pants were the softest cotton he’d ever felt and he figured they were not from this realm. But really, the ass under his hands was more important the the fabric. He squeezed and then looked up again, leaning back a little, just enough to press his chest to Changmin’s crotch.
“Hi,” he said again, voice deep and breathy.
Changmin licked his lips. “Are you going to let me take my boots off, my wings?”
Yunho let his hands drop to Changmin’s calf muscles. “May I?”
Changmin smiled and nodded.
Yunho kept his eyes on Changmin’s face. He found the zipper of the boots with his fingertips. He lowered one zipper and then the other. He sat back on his knees, lifted one foot, ran his tongue over the toe of the boot before taking it off. He did the same to the other. Changmin did not move away from him and Yunho went back to his crotch with his mouth and ran his hands up and down the back of Changmin’s legs.
“Thank you,” Yunho whispered.
Changmin smiled and ran his hands through Yunho’s hair. Yunho moaned, canting up into the touch, head tilted back.
“You are so beautiful,” Changmin said, his fingers going down his neck to his bare shoulders.
Yunho’s smile widened.
“Are you hungry?”
Yunho nodded. “Yes, please.”
“For food?” Changmin clarified.
Yunho laughed. “Yes.”
Changmin picked up the bags of food and Yunho turned around, on his knees, and crawled into the living room. He stopped between the couch and coffee table and waited until Changmin sat down. On the floor, next to him. Yunho pouted, but Changmin did not see, and he opened the containers of food.
“I brought ramen,” Changmin said and glanced over at Yunho. “As much as I want to feed you, it will be easier if you do it yourself.
Yunho whined and crossed his arms. He had definitely wanted Changmin to feed him again, but ramen was tricky.
Changmin smiled at him, curled his hand on the back of Yunho’s neck, and yanked him over for a firm kiss. His other hand curled around Yunho’s bare waist. He shivered at the touch and moved, climbing over Changmin’s lap, straddling his thighs. He cupped Changmin’s face and deepened the kiss, shivering as Changmin’s hands ran up and down his bare skin.
“Food,” Changmin muttered, the words muffled against Yunho’s lips. “Eat.”
Yunho smiled. “Lips,” he said. “Kiss.” And shoved his tongue in Changmin’s mouth.
Changmin moaned and cupped his ass, yanking him closer. Yunho curled over him to keep kissing him and rolled his hips over Changmin’s thighs.
Changmin slowed the kiss down, and Yunho sighed in contentment. He liked frantic, but he liked romantic a lot more. Changmin continued to touch his skin, up and down his back. His hand went to Yunho’s hair, fingertips soft against his scalp. Yunho whimpered and sagged against Changmin’s chest from the delicate touch. And then there was pain.
And Changmin yanked Yunho’s head away.
Yunho gasped, eyes shutting, and then he pouted. “Changmin-ah.”
“Eat,” Changmin said and pressed a peck to his cheek. “Dessert later.”
“You owe me.”
“I do.”
Yunho huffed and climbed off his lap, adjusting so his erection wasn’t pressed uncomfortably against denim. He shoved Changmin’s side. “Sit on the couch.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to sit on the couch.”
Changmin lifted his arms and then pushed his body up onto the couch. “Are you going to sit up here with me?”
Yunho smiled up at him. “Nope.” He sat on the ground and curled his arms around Changmin’s leg. He leaned his head on Changmin’s thigh with a quiet, happy sigh.
Changmin tsked at him, but his fingers went to Yunho’s head and carded through his hair. “Happy now?”
Yunho hummed. “Perfect.”
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Dinner was followed by a movie. Yunho allowed himself to be dragged up onto the couch but only because Changmin promised him more kisses. The movie played on in the background and Yunho kissed and licked at Changmin’s neck and chest where his shirt billowed open. He did not try to push his hands into Yunho’s jeans or take any of their clothes off. He was so hard. He rocked against Changmin’s thigh, or stomach depending on where he was. Changmin’s thin pants molded to his erection, and Yunho wanted to go down and suck on it.
But every time he started that way, Changmin yanked on his hair and brought his mouth up for a deep kiss.
“Changmin-ah, please,” Yunho gasped.
Changmin smiled and kept kissing his mouth. Yunho pouted, a blatant attempt to get what he wanted, but Changmin just cooed at him and kept kissing him. Yunho did not really mind. He loved the way Changmin kissed him. The firm grip in his hair, the soft press of lips, the commanding thrust of his tongue. And he loved the way that Changmin looked at him, with complete focus, like he was the only thing and the most important thing in the room. It had Yunho’s chest tightening, his head spinning, and his cock throbbing.
Yunho did not think he’d survive being the center of Changmin’s sexual target range. But he was willing to try.
“Please,” he said again and slid down, off the couch, to his knees. He hands ran up and down Changmin’s thigh and chest. The billowy shirt was easy to move out of his way, and he licked his lips before going right to Changmin’s nipple. He sucked softly before flicking the nub with his tongue. He palmed Changmin’s cock through the thin pants.
Changmin sighed. “You are so very hard to resist.”
“Then you shouldn’t.”
“But I must.”
Yunho pouted but did not lift his head from Changmin’s skin. “Why?”
Changmin shifted, he pulled Yunho away by his hair, and then he sat up. Yunho leaned away and let him until Changmin was sitting on the couch and Yunho was between his legs, running his hands up and down Changmin’s thick thighs. He licked his lips and went for the bulge of Changmin’s cock, but Changmin wrapped his hands in his hair and kept him away.
Yunho pouted up at him.
Changmin smiled and leaned forward and kissed him. “With your permission, I plan on courting you, and courting you does not entail tumbling into bed right away. Even in your world.”
“Fine, fine,” Yunho said and twisted so he was sitting on the floor, yet still able to hold onto Changmin’s leg and run his hand up and down his calf. The silly action movie was almost over. Yunho leaned his head on Changmin’s knee. Fingertips trailed down his neck and to his shoulders.
“You have beautiful skin, Yunho-ah.”
Yunho tilted his head back. “It will look better covered in hickys.”
Changmin smiled. “And even better covered in the tattoos of my clan.”
Yunho tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “Tattoos?”
“I am sure that Jaejoong showed you his tattoos because he is an exhibitionist that enjoys being naked.”
Yunho remembered the scrolls of ink around Jaejoong’s body, but he hadn’t looked closely at them. There had been a lot.
“Let me show you.” Changmin leaned forward and gripped the back of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and Yunho moaned, hands reaching for the cobbled stomach and chest on display. But Changmin caught his hands with a laugh. He moved carefully and turned to his side, showing Yunho that the muscles covered all of his body.
Yunho pushed up to the couch and sat behind Changmin. On his back were two large wings, tattooed black with incredible detail of light reflecting off them.
“Fuck,” Yunho said and trailed his finger over some of the detail. “They look so real.”
“As they should.”
“They aren’t real, right, like, you don’t actually have wings in your world, right?”
Changmin chuckled, the sound soft and warm just like his skin. “Nope. We leave the flying to the ravens.”
“Jaejoong’s were not this big.”
“Jaejoong is not a prince. He is my second. He is also crazy and enjoys the pain and has tattoos all over his body that are not the mark of the raven.”
“I have to get one?” Yunho slid his hands around Changmin’s waist and pressed his lips to the top curve of tattooed skin. He smirked when Changmin shivered. “I’ve never wanted a tattoo.”
Changmin turned in his arms, sitting sideways. He paused for only a moment and then pulled Yunho into his lap, knees on either side of Changmin’s hips. Yunho did not mind. It made it much easier to kiss him.
“It’s a mark of our clan and it is necessary especially since you will be with me. It will mark you as royalty and as a protection, show that you are higher in authority than anyone else of the court. Even higher than Jaejoong. Without it, I fear more for you life. Enemies within my clan and without can attack you with only minor repercussions. As a prince, even the smallest infraction is punishable by death.” Changmin ran his hands up Yunho’s bare back. “There are also spells and protections built into the tattoo that people will recognize, or if they don’t, the protections will thwart them.”
There was a massive explosion from the television. Yunho was jealous. He really really wanted to explode. He shifted and tucked his head under Changmin’s chin. “Since you won’t fuck me, will you stay? Sleep with me?”
Changmin smiled and nodded. “Of course, my wings. Whatever you wish.”
Yunho huffed. “If it was whatever I wished, I’d be riding your cock into oblivion right now.”
Changmin laughed. “I want that, too, but I also want to make sure that you understand what you’re getting yourself into. Jaejoong was right, though if you tell him that, I may have to hurt you.”
Yunho chuckled.
“I just expected you to feel the connection and come with me. He told me that I was stupid, and that you had a life here that you may not want to give up. I will have to accept whatever you choose.”
“I told you I felt the connection, the first time I saw you.” Yunho sank back to his knees on the floor, looking up at Changmin. “This is where I belong.”
“Only sometimes,” Changmin said, running his finger along Yunho’s jaw. “I want you by my side more than I want you at my feet. You may have been given to me as a gift and as a servant, but I want you as my prince, my king, and my partner.”
Yunho’s throat tightened and his eyes stung. He swallowed roughly and nodded. “Okay. But how exactly can you say that with such sincerity and not want to bend me over and fuck me?”
Changmin laughed. “I do, my wings. I do.”
“Sure doesn’t seem like it.”
“Just not tonight.”
“So in the morning?”
“If you can tempt me.”
Yunho smiled and ran his hands up Changmin’s thighs, just stopping short of the bulge from his erection. “Challenge accepted.”
Part 5: The Tantalizing Sensation of Lips
Part 3: The Advice of Best Friends
Part 2: The Dessert-Stealing Raven
Part 1: The Hottest Guy in the Room
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