Follow Me 8/8+small Epilogue
Title: Follow Me 8/8 + Small Epilogue
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to stalk or love or protect.
Summary: Changmin has a fascination with a street boy named Micky, but what will it take for Micky to trust him and follow him to something better?
Warnings: prostitution, small amount of incest, mentions of previous physical and sexual abuse, rape, pedophilia, and violence
Part 8: Sex (And Love)
Pretty much inspired by this picture:
Yoochun paced across Changmin’s living room. When the space in front of the couch was not enough, he went around it, and into the kitchen, down the hall. He glared whenever Changmin even thought of saying something. So Changmin kept quiet, sat on the couch with his laptop on and tried to concentrate on stupid stuff on the Internet instead of on Yoochun.
With Yoohwan gone for his very first shift at Kiss B, it would have been a perfect time for more intimate activities. Changmin should have known that Yoochun would not be able to relax.
“He’s going to be fine,” Changmin said.
Yoochun shot him a look. “This is all your fault.”
Changmin smiled. “It is. Calm down. He’ll be just fine.”
“Do you have any idea what it feels like to not know where someone you love is at? Do you? He could have been hit by a bus on his way there. He could be in a dark alley with some asshole fucking him. He could--”
“He could be at Kiss B cleaning tables and doing dishes like he is supposed to be.”
Yoochun growled.
“I’ll text Jaejoong and make sure he showed up, okay?”
Changmin texted Jaejoong: Kid okay?
The response came a few minutes later: Perfect. He’s a hard worker and a quick learner. You forgot to mention that he is also a terrible flirt.
Changmin chuckled: He’ll fit right in.
Jaejoong sent back a few complicated emoticons.
Changmin relayed the conversation.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered and sat on the couch. He buried his face in his hands for only a moment and then leaned back. “Distract me?”
Changmin pondered him for a moment, long enough that Yoochun opened his eyes and smirked. The look shot lust straight down to Changmin’s dick.
“Yeah, okay.”
Changmin closed his laptop and just managed to set it down and not throw it to the floor. He fell to his knees and moved to Yoochun. He was leaning back, arms and legs spread on the couch, head resting on the back and leaving his beautiful neck for Changmin’s mouth. Changmin ran his hands up Yoochun’s thighs, using them to lift himself up, before pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple.
“What do you want?” he whispered.
Yoochun smiled. “You’re creative.”
Changmin was not sure about that. He did not want to do anything creative. He only wanted his mouth on Yoochun’s skin. He wanted to pleasure Yoochun in all the ways that he had pleasured Changmin.
“Take your shirt off,” Changmin said and sat back on his feet, running his hands up and down Yoochun’s thighs.
Yoochun grinned and gripped the T-shirt before pulling it over his head. Changmin went right to his nipple with a wet tongue, and Yoochun tangled his hands in Changmin’s hair with a low groan. Changmin closed his mouth around the nub, sucking only lightly. He never wanted to hurt Yoochun, not the way others hurt him. He paused only to kiss Yoochun’s mouth and then went to the other nipple.
Yoochun groaned, hips rising from the couch. Changmin kissed down his stomach, pausing at his belly button for a few soft licks. He wanted to go lower, but he had to wait, just a little bit, have Yoochun invite him down to his cock instead of just taking what he wanted.
What he needed. He needed Yoochun in his mouth. In his heart. In his life.
He pulled away with a gasp and once again pushed up with a firm grip on Yoochun’s thighs and attacked his mouth with a heavy kiss.
Yoochun gripped his body and his legs lifted, hooking around and pressing heels into the back of Changmin’s thighs. He yanked himself away with a gasp, head smashed into the couch. Changmin kissed down his neck and to his collarbones and over the sensitive skin that had Yoochun twitching.
“Hyung, hyung.” One hand left Changmin’s back and pushed at his sweats.
Changmin smiled against his lips and let himself fall away slowly. He landed back on his knees and, this time, put his hands on his own thighs. He waited for Yoochun’s breath to deepen, for his shaking hands push at his sweats. He curled up his legs and Changmin finally helped him peel the pants away. Yoochun kept his legs spread, put his feet back on the ground, and stroked his own cock.
Changmin licked his lips. “Can I suck on you?”
Yoochun whimpered. “Yes, please. Yes.”
Changmin ran his hands up Yoochun’s thighs, fingers brushing over the soft hair and he smiled before leaning down to suck Yoochun’s cock into his mouth. He thought of teasing, but he was too eager for that. He wanted to feel Yoochun in his throat too much to tease.
Yoochun wrapped his fingers in Changmin’s hair again, pulling with every strong suck. He panted, moans and whimpers of Changmin’s name echoing around them. Yoochun was so good at pleasuring Changmin, he only wanted to return the favor. His hands were not idle, sliding up and down his thighs, fingers tweaking nipples, cupping Yoochun’s balls, tugging.
Yoochun’s legs lifted from the floor, heels settled on Changmin’s back. His hips lifted from the couch, gagging Changmin. He pressed the back of Yoochun’s thighs, pushing his legs up, and his mouth went down. He paused to suck on his balls for a moment, and then went to his cleft. He ran his tongue down the middle and then up a slim curve of asscheeks. He slipped his hands toward the couch, spread Yoochun open and licked at the crinkled skin of his entrance.
Yoochun keened, butt lifting off the bed. His hands left Changmin’s head and gripped either side of the back of the couch instead.
With Yoochun’s arms spread and his legs up, Changmin had the perfect access to drive Yoochun crazy with his tongue. And his fingers. With spit dripping down his cleft, it was easy to slip a finger through it and press lightly against Yoochun’s entrance. His breathing sped up, his skin twitched. Changmin pressed one finger inside him and used his other hand to stroke Yoochun’s dick. He kept licking above his finger, sucking on his balls, and the sensitive skin by his hole.
Yoochun thrashed on the couch, moaning, head spinning. Changmin doubled his efforts. He wanted lube to press two fingers into Yoochun but did not dare without it. He did not want to hurt Yoochun. He used his tongue instead. He took both hands to his ass, spread him open and licked him, pressing his tongue as deeply as he could. Yoochun stroked his own cock. Changmin sucked and licked and played.
Yoochun whimpered, body suddenly jerking away from Changmin’s ministrations. Changmin pressed a finger inside him again and leaned up, using a firm grip on his knee. Their mouths molded and Yoochun shook, crying out. Changmin kept hold of Yoochun’s plump lower lip with his teeth, and then Yoochun was kissing him again, gasping, twitching, and shuddering through his orgasm. His body sagged away, and Changmin moved his kisses to his cheek and neck. Yoochun ran his shaky hands over Changmin’s back.
“Good?” Changmin asked, licking at a nipple and moving his finger slowly.
Yoochun made a noise of agreement. “Know what would be better?”
“Huh?”
“Your dick inside me.” He opened an eye and smiled. “How ‘bout it?”
Changmin thought about it. He really wanted to, but he wasn’t sure if Yoochun really--
“Seriously?” Yoochun asked. “Do you not want me now that I’m no longer a whore?”
Changmin choked on nothing. “You aren’t ... wait, what?”
Yoochun huffed and put his feet on the floor. “I can pretend if you want, but come on. I haven’t had sex for weeks now.”
“Having withdrawals?”
“No. If I was having withdrawals, I’d go get it from whoever would give it to me.” His deft fingers went to work on Changmin’s jeans. “I’m having cravings. For you. I want you. I want you inside me.”
Changmin shivered and allowed Yoochun to take his clothes off.
“You’re not selling yourself anymore?” Changmin managed to say, voice cracking as Yoochun gripped his cock and stroked.
Yoochun gave him a very unimpressed look that had Changmin wincing in guilt.
“Sorry, I’m sorry, I ...”
Yoochun climbed off the couch and headed to the bedroom. “No, I haven’t. Do I need to?”
Changmin scrambled after him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think...”
“Normal for you, hyung.” Yoochun fell onto the futon and then smiled up at Changmin. “You need a real bed, hyung.”
“Maybe.” Changmin crawled over, trying not to shake too much. Yoochun’s fingertips trailed up his arm. “I’m sorry. I did not know that you’d stopped selling yourself.”
Yoochun shrugged and looked away. “I didn’t tell you. I’d hoped you’d just figure it out yourself, but I should have told you.”
Changmin smiled and kissed him.
“You were right, hyung,” Yoochun continued. “You’re offering to help us and we should take it. Because my brother is a sly brat, we have enough money saved up for his medicine. And because you are a sly brat, Yoohwan has a job. We’ll be okay if you don’t mind us living with you for a while.”
Changmin grinned. “I don’t mind. But I don’t want you to think you have to have sex with me as a payment of any kind.”
“I don’t. If I did, I would have jumped your body sooner even with my brother in the same room.”
Changmin laughed. “And now that he is gone for--” He looked at a clock. “--another two hours, let’s take advantage of it.”
Yoochun laughed too and nodded.
Changmin kissed him quickly and then kneeled and reached out to get lube from his dresser drawer. Yoochun stroked his cock, making Changmin shake and threatening his control. Or lack thereof. He quickly poured lube over his fingers. Yoochun released his cock only to lift his legs and grabbed behind his knees.
Changmin swallowed and kept his focus on Yoochun’s body. Not his face. If he looked into his eyes too long, he’d probably say something stupid. He pressed two fingers into Yoochun’s entrance. Yoochun moaned, body shifting. Changmin licked his lips and poured lube right onto his cleft.
“More,” Yoochun said. “More.”
Changmin pumped his fingers. He put the lube down and used his other hand to tug on Yoochun’s dick. Yoochun was nodded, frantic movements punctuated by pleading noises. Changmin pressed in a third finger, going slowly.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Yoochun demanded. “Fuck me!”
Changmin chuckled, spreading his fingers. But he did not succumb to Yoochun’s continuous demands. He went slowly, stretching and playing with Yoochun’s body.
“Please,” Yoochun whimpered, the volume of his broken voice much lower than before. “Please.”
Changmin wondered how many others Yoochun had begged to fuck him. He hoped he was the only one. He finally pulled his fingers away. He shifted between Yoochun’s knees and pried his fingers from his skin. He pulled Yoochun close and used one hand to swipe his cock up and down Yoochun’s cleft.
“Please,” Yoochun said and gripped his wrist.
Changmin smiled and with a heavy moan, slid into Yoochun’s throbbing entrance. Yoochun moaned and Changmin shifted on his knees, waiting until Yoochun had also shifted to an angle he liked.
With a nod of Yoochun’s head, Changmin moved. He kept his hands on Yoochun’s knees, eyes shutting from the pleasure. He thrust slowly, almost pulling all the way out before sinking back in.
“You okay?” Changmin asked after a few more thrusts.
Yoochun nodded. “Yes. You?”
Changmin chuckled. “Definitely.”
Yoochun reached up with one hand and Changmin leaned over him, changing the angle of his thrusts, they both moaned just as they kissed and Yoochun’s arms wrapped around Changmin’s back. Changmin rocked into him, not really leaving his body. Their skin stayed pressed together. Their lips parted only long enough to gasp for breath. His orgasm was slow, a burn that had tears stinging his eyes. He panted against Yoochun’s skin, hips snapping forward. He propped himself up with an elbow by Yoochun’s head, shaking and stuttering the feel of Yoochun around him in painful noises. It didn’t hurt, nothing hurt, except knowing that Changmin would have to leave his body eventually.
Not yet though. Not for a while.
Yoochun tangled his hands in Changmin’s hair and pulled their lips back together just as Changmin came. He groaned in relief as the pleasure exploded, hips snapping forward a few more times, before he froze and just pumped his release into Yoochun. And then he collapsed, and Yoochun laughed, arms around his back, lips on his neck.
Changmin hummed at the zinging in his skin and billowing noise in his ears. He lay there until Yoochun pushed at his shoulder. With a whimper, Changmin rolled off Yoochun, their sweaty skin sliding together, and onto his back. His body shook as he slipped from Yoochun.
Yoochun smiled and crawled over him, kissed his lower lip. “I have an idea.”
“Huh?”
“Round two? Interested?” He sat right on Changmin’s cock and rocked his hips.
Changmin moaned, hands gripping Yoochun’s hips. “Yes. Very. Very. Interested.”
Yoochun laughed. He lifted Changmin’s cock, laughed harder at the spasms that wracked Changmin’s body from swiping the extra-sensitive head up his cleft, and then he sat. Changmin moaned. Yoochun gripped Changmin’s chest and rolled his hips, lifting a little, and squirming for comfort.
Changmin whimpered, hands tightening on his hips.
“You don’t mind if I ride you until you’re completely covered in my come, do you?”
Changmin moaned and shook his head. “Please.”
Yoochun’s smile, his laughter, his shining eyes, were the things that Changmin knew he would remember about this moment for the rest of his life.
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Epilogue: LOVE
“Where are we going?” Yoochun asked, trying to keep up with Changmin’s quick pace set with his longer legs.
“You’ll see,” Changmin said and smiled at him.
Yoochun grumbled at being manhandled this way, but that only brought up images of being manhandled in bed, forced (yeah, forced in the good way) to his stomach, head pressed against floor, ass in the air for Changmin to fuck. He blushed and swallowed, trying to get moisture back into his mouth.
They entered a building and Changmin led him up four flights of stairs. Down a hall of apartments, Changmin stopped at a door and used a key to open it. He held open the door and smiled at Yoochun in invitation.
Confused, Yoochun walked inside. The apartment had tile floors that gleamed under the sunlight streaming through the large picture window. To his left was a kitchen, and then a hallway.
He looked over at Changmin.
“Jaejoong knows the man who owns the building. He’s willing to give us a deal.”
Still confused, Yoochun just stared at him.
Changmin smiled. “Look, right now, you and Yoohwan are like visitors, just staying over in my apartment, especially Yoohwan who has to sleep on the couch. Here, well, he’ll have his own room. This ... well, if you want, this will be our place. Where we can live together, not just where you’re staying with me. It’s two bedroom, two bathroom. You and Yoohwan can pay half the rent and bills to make it fair.”
“This ... this is ...”
“I want to live with you,” Changmin said and took his hand. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. Even after more than six months, the gesture still brought a blush and smile to Yoochun’s face.
“Say yes,” Changmin said.
“I need to talk to Yoohwan first.”
Changmin smiled. “Okay, fine, but then say yes.”
Yoochun laughed. He put his arms around Changmin’s neck and lifted up just enough to kiss him. “You’re so sweet to me.”
“It’s because I love you.”
Yoochun’s smile widened and he kissed Changmin firmly. “It’s because I’m intriguing.”
The unsure look on Changmin’s face was almost laughable, and Yoochun did laugh. He gave Changmin a few more kisses. “I love you too.”
Changmin buried his face at Yoochun’s neck, his body shaking.
“Thank you,” Yoochun said. “Thank you for loving me, protecting me.”
Changmin pulled away enough to press a kiss to his lips. “Thank you for following me.”
Yoochun had no idea what that meant, but then Changmin’s knees were bending and Yoochun smirked, and he had no problem with following Changmin down to the floor.
Part 7: Work
Part 6: Safety
Part 5: Courage
Part 4: Understanding
Part 3: Trust
Part 2: Need
Part 1: Concern
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to stalk or love or protect.
Summary: Changmin has a fascination with a street boy named Micky, but what will it take for Micky to trust him and follow him to something better?
Warnings: prostitution, small amount of incest, mentions of previous physical and sexual abuse, rape, pedophilia, and violence
Part 8: Sex (And Love)
Pretty much inspired by this picture:
Yoochun paced across Changmin’s living room. When the space in front of the couch was not enough, he went around it, and into the kitchen, down the hall. He glared whenever Changmin even thought of saying something. So Changmin kept quiet, sat on the couch with his laptop on and tried to concentrate on stupid stuff on the Internet instead of on Yoochun.
With Yoohwan gone for his very first shift at Kiss B, it would have been a perfect time for more intimate activities. Changmin should have known that Yoochun would not be able to relax.
“He’s going to be fine,” Changmin said.
Yoochun shot him a look. “This is all your fault.”
Changmin smiled. “It is. Calm down. He’ll be just fine.”
“Do you have any idea what it feels like to not know where someone you love is at? Do you? He could have been hit by a bus on his way there. He could be in a dark alley with some asshole fucking him. He could--”
“He could be at Kiss B cleaning tables and doing dishes like he is supposed to be.”
Yoochun growled.
“I’ll text Jaejoong and make sure he showed up, okay?”
Changmin texted Jaejoong: Kid okay?
The response came a few minutes later: Perfect. He’s a hard worker and a quick learner. You forgot to mention that he is also a terrible flirt.
Changmin chuckled: He’ll fit right in.
Jaejoong sent back a few complicated emoticons.
Changmin relayed the conversation.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered and sat on the couch. He buried his face in his hands for only a moment and then leaned back. “Distract me?”
Changmin pondered him for a moment, long enough that Yoochun opened his eyes and smirked. The look shot lust straight down to Changmin’s dick.
“Yeah, okay.”
Changmin closed his laptop and just managed to set it down and not throw it to the floor. He fell to his knees and moved to Yoochun. He was leaning back, arms and legs spread on the couch, head resting on the back and leaving his beautiful neck for Changmin’s mouth. Changmin ran his hands up Yoochun’s thighs, using them to lift himself up, before pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple.
“What do you want?” he whispered.
Yoochun smiled. “You’re creative.”
Changmin was not sure about that. He did not want to do anything creative. He only wanted his mouth on Yoochun’s skin. He wanted to pleasure Yoochun in all the ways that he had pleasured Changmin.
“Take your shirt off,” Changmin said and sat back on his feet, running his hands up and down Yoochun’s thighs.
Yoochun grinned and gripped the T-shirt before pulling it over his head. Changmin went right to his nipple with a wet tongue, and Yoochun tangled his hands in Changmin’s hair with a low groan. Changmin closed his mouth around the nub, sucking only lightly. He never wanted to hurt Yoochun, not the way others hurt him. He paused only to kiss Yoochun’s mouth and then went to the other nipple.
Yoochun groaned, hips rising from the couch. Changmin kissed down his stomach, pausing at his belly button for a few soft licks. He wanted to go lower, but he had to wait, just a little bit, have Yoochun invite him down to his cock instead of just taking what he wanted.
What he needed. He needed Yoochun in his mouth. In his heart. In his life.
He pulled away with a gasp and once again pushed up with a firm grip on Yoochun’s thighs and attacked his mouth with a heavy kiss.
Yoochun gripped his body and his legs lifted, hooking around and pressing heels into the back of Changmin’s thighs. He yanked himself away with a gasp, head smashed into the couch. Changmin kissed down his neck and to his collarbones and over the sensitive skin that had Yoochun twitching.
“Hyung, hyung.” One hand left Changmin’s back and pushed at his sweats.
Changmin smiled against his lips and let himself fall away slowly. He landed back on his knees and, this time, put his hands on his own thighs. He waited for Yoochun’s breath to deepen, for his shaking hands push at his sweats. He curled up his legs and Changmin finally helped him peel the pants away. Yoochun kept his legs spread, put his feet back on the ground, and stroked his own cock.
Changmin licked his lips. “Can I suck on you?”
Yoochun whimpered. “Yes, please. Yes.”
Changmin ran his hands up Yoochun’s thighs, fingers brushing over the soft hair and he smiled before leaning down to suck Yoochun’s cock into his mouth. He thought of teasing, but he was too eager for that. He wanted to feel Yoochun in his throat too much to tease.
Yoochun wrapped his fingers in Changmin’s hair again, pulling with every strong suck. He panted, moans and whimpers of Changmin’s name echoing around them. Yoochun was so good at pleasuring Changmin, he only wanted to return the favor. His hands were not idle, sliding up and down his thighs, fingers tweaking nipples, cupping Yoochun’s balls, tugging.
Yoochun’s legs lifted from the floor, heels settled on Changmin’s back. His hips lifted from the couch, gagging Changmin. He pressed the back of Yoochun’s thighs, pushing his legs up, and his mouth went down. He paused to suck on his balls for a moment, and then went to his cleft. He ran his tongue down the middle and then up a slim curve of asscheeks. He slipped his hands toward the couch, spread Yoochun open and licked at the crinkled skin of his entrance.
Yoochun keened, butt lifting off the bed. His hands left Changmin’s head and gripped either side of the back of the couch instead.
With Yoochun’s arms spread and his legs up, Changmin had the perfect access to drive Yoochun crazy with his tongue. And his fingers. With spit dripping down his cleft, it was easy to slip a finger through it and press lightly against Yoochun’s entrance. His breathing sped up, his skin twitched. Changmin pressed one finger inside him and used his other hand to stroke Yoochun’s dick. He kept licking above his finger, sucking on his balls, and the sensitive skin by his hole.
Yoochun thrashed on the couch, moaning, head spinning. Changmin doubled his efforts. He wanted lube to press two fingers into Yoochun but did not dare without it. He did not want to hurt Yoochun. He used his tongue instead. He took both hands to his ass, spread him open and licked him, pressing his tongue as deeply as he could. Yoochun stroked his own cock. Changmin sucked and licked and played.
Yoochun whimpered, body suddenly jerking away from Changmin’s ministrations. Changmin pressed a finger inside him again and leaned up, using a firm grip on his knee. Their mouths molded and Yoochun shook, crying out. Changmin kept hold of Yoochun’s plump lower lip with his teeth, and then Yoochun was kissing him again, gasping, twitching, and shuddering through his orgasm. His body sagged away, and Changmin moved his kisses to his cheek and neck. Yoochun ran his shaky hands over Changmin’s back.
“Good?” Changmin asked, licking at a nipple and moving his finger slowly.
Yoochun made a noise of agreement. “Know what would be better?”
“Huh?”
“Your dick inside me.” He opened an eye and smiled. “How ‘bout it?”
Changmin thought about it. He really wanted to, but he wasn’t sure if Yoochun really--
“Seriously?” Yoochun asked. “Do you not want me now that I’m no longer a whore?”
Changmin choked on nothing. “You aren’t ... wait, what?”
Yoochun huffed and put his feet on the floor. “I can pretend if you want, but come on. I haven’t had sex for weeks now.”
“Having withdrawals?”
“No. If I was having withdrawals, I’d go get it from whoever would give it to me.” His deft fingers went to work on Changmin’s jeans. “I’m having cravings. For you. I want you. I want you inside me.”
Changmin shivered and allowed Yoochun to take his clothes off.
“You’re not selling yourself anymore?” Changmin managed to say, voice cracking as Yoochun gripped his cock and stroked.
Yoochun gave him a very unimpressed look that had Changmin wincing in guilt.
“Sorry, I’m sorry, I ...”
Yoochun climbed off the couch and headed to the bedroom. “No, I haven’t. Do I need to?”
Changmin scrambled after him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think...”
“Normal for you, hyung.” Yoochun fell onto the futon and then smiled up at Changmin. “You need a real bed, hyung.”
“Maybe.” Changmin crawled over, trying not to shake too much. Yoochun’s fingertips trailed up his arm. “I’m sorry. I did not know that you’d stopped selling yourself.”
Yoochun shrugged and looked away. “I didn’t tell you. I’d hoped you’d just figure it out yourself, but I should have told you.”
Changmin smiled and kissed him.
“You were right, hyung,” Yoochun continued. “You’re offering to help us and we should take it. Because my brother is a sly brat, we have enough money saved up for his medicine. And because you are a sly brat, Yoohwan has a job. We’ll be okay if you don’t mind us living with you for a while.”
Changmin grinned. “I don’t mind. But I don’t want you to think you have to have sex with me as a payment of any kind.”
“I don’t. If I did, I would have jumped your body sooner even with my brother in the same room.”
Changmin laughed. “And now that he is gone for--” He looked at a clock. “--another two hours, let’s take advantage of it.”
Yoochun laughed too and nodded.
Changmin kissed him quickly and then kneeled and reached out to get lube from his dresser drawer. Yoochun stroked his cock, making Changmin shake and threatening his control. Or lack thereof. He quickly poured lube over his fingers. Yoochun released his cock only to lift his legs and grabbed behind his knees.
Changmin swallowed and kept his focus on Yoochun’s body. Not his face. If he looked into his eyes too long, he’d probably say something stupid. He pressed two fingers into Yoochun’s entrance. Yoochun moaned, body shifting. Changmin licked his lips and poured lube right onto his cleft.
“More,” Yoochun said. “More.”
Changmin pumped his fingers. He put the lube down and used his other hand to tug on Yoochun’s dick. Yoochun was nodded, frantic movements punctuated by pleading noises. Changmin pressed in a third finger, going slowly.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Yoochun demanded. “Fuck me!”
Changmin chuckled, spreading his fingers. But he did not succumb to Yoochun’s continuous demands. He went slowly, stretching and playing with Yoochun’s body.
“Please,” Yoochun whimpered, the volume of his broken voice much lower than before. “Please.”
Changmin wondered how many others Yoochun had begged to fuck him. He hoped he was the only one. He finally pulled his fingers away. He shifted between Yoochun’s knees and pried his fingers from his skin. He pulled Yoochun close and used one hand to swipe his cock up and down Yoochun’s cleft.
“Please,” Yoochun said and gripped his wrist.
Changmin smiled and with a heavy moan, slid into Yoochun’s throbbing entrance. Yoochun moaned and Changmin shifted on his knees, waiting until Yoochun had also shifted to an angle he liked.
With a nod of Yoochun’s head, Changmin moved. He kept his hands on Yoochun’s knees, eyes shutting from the pleasure. He thrust slowly, almost pulling all the way out before sinking back in.
“You okay?” Changmin asked after a few more thrusts.
Yoochun nodded. “Yes. You?”
Changmin chuckled. “Definitely.”
Yoochun reached up with one hand and Changmin leaned over him, changing the angle of his thrusts, they both moaned just as they kissed and Yoochun’s arms wrapped around Changmin’s back. Changmin rocked into him, not really leaving his body. Their skin stayed pressed together. Their lips parted only long enough to gasp for breath. His orgasm was slow, a burn that had tears stinging his eyes. He panted against Yoochun’s skin, hips snapping forward. He propped himself up with an elbow by Yoochun’s head, shaking and stuttering the feel of Yoochun around him in painful noises. It didn’t hurt, nothing hurt, except knowing that Changmin would have to leave his body eventually.
Not yet though. Not for a while.
Yoochun tangled his hands in Changmin’s hair and pulled their lips back together just as Changmin came. He groaned in relief as the pleasure exploded, hips snapping forward a few more times, before he froze and just pumped his release into Yoochun. And then he collapsed, and Yoochun laughed, arms around his back, lips on his neck.
Changmin hummed at the zinging in his skin and billowing noise in his ears. He lay there until Yoochun pushed at his shoulder. With a whimper, Changmin rolled off Yoochun, their sweaty skin sliding together, and onto his back. His body shook as he slipped from Yoochun.
Yoochun smiled and crawled over him, kissed his lower lip. “I have an idea.”
“Huh?”
“Round two? Interested?” He sat right on Changmin’s cock and rocked his hips.
Changmin moaned, hands gripping Yoochun’s hips. “Yes. Very. Very. Interested.”
Yoochun laughed. He lifted Changmin’s cock, laughed harder at the spasms that wracked Changmin’s body from swiping the extra-sensitive head up his cleft, and then he sat. Changmin moaned. Yoochun gripped Changmin’s chest and rolled his hips, lifting a little, and squirming for comfort.
Changmin whimpered, hands tightening on his hips.
“You don’t mind if I ride you until you’re completely covered in my come, do you?”
Changmin moaned and shook his head. “Please.”
Yoochun’s smile, his laughter, his shining eyes, were the things that Changmin knew he would remember about this moment for the rest of his life.
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Epilogue: LOVE
“Where are we going?” Yoochun asked, trying to keep up with Changmin’s quick pace set with his longer legs.
“You’ll see,” Changmin said and smiled at him.
Yoochun grumbled at being manhandled this way, but that only brought up images of being manhandled in bed, forced (yeah, forced in the good way) to his stomach, head pressed against floor, ass in the air for Changmin to fuck. He blushed and swallowed, trying to get moisture back into his mouth.
They entered a building and Changmin led him up four flights of stairs. Down a hall of apartments, Changmin stopped at a door and used a key to open it. He held open the door and smiled at Yoochun in invitation.
Confused, Yoochun walked inside. The apartment had tile floors that gleamed under the sunlight streaming through the large picture window. To his left was a kitchen, and then a hallway.
He looked over at Changmin.
“Jaejoong knows the man who owns the building. He’s willing to give us a deal.”
Still confused, Yoochun just stared at him.
Changmin smiled. “Look, right now, you and Yoohwan are like visitors, just staying over in my apartment, especially Yoohwan who has to sleep on the couch. Here, well, he’ll have his own room. This ... well, if you want, this will be our place. Where we can live together, not just where you’re staying with me. It’s two bedroom, two bathroom. You and Yoohwan can pay half the rent and bills to make it fair.”
“This ... this is ...”
“I want to live with you,” Changmin said and took his hand. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. Even after more than six months, the gesture still brought a blush and smile to Yoochun’s face.
“Say yes,” Changmin said.
“I need to talk to Yoohwan first.”
Changmin smiled. “Okay, fine, but then say yes.”
Yoochun laughed. He put his arms around Changmin’s neck and lifted up just enough to kiss him. “You’re so sweet to me.”
“It’s because I love you.”
Yoochun’s smile widened and he kissed Changmin firmly. “It’s because I’m intriguing.”
The unsure look on Changmin’s face was almost laughable, and Yoochun did laugh. He gave Changmin a few more kisses. “I love you too.”
Changmin buried his face at Yoochun’s neck, his body shaking.
“Thank you,” Yoochun said. “Thank you for loving me, protecting me.”
Changmin pulled away enough to press a kiss to his lips. “Thank you for following me.”
Yoochun had no idea what that meant, but then Changmin’s knees were bending and Yoochun smirked, and he had no problem with following Changmin down to the floor.
Part 7: Work
Part 6: Safety
Part 5: Courage
Part 4: Understanding
Part 3: Trust
Part 2: Need
Part 1: Concern
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