o7. (missing scene) Only This Moment
Title: Only This Moment
Character(s): Sungmin, Kyuhyun
Rating: NC17 for shameless porn
Word Count: 2400
Summary: A (gratuitous) missing KyuMin scene from the seventh installment.
References: Story Archive
Notes: Because fuminshou_neko made me feel guilty for denying Sungmin any sex in his installment, and then meitachi bribed me.
Sungmin won't kid himself; he knows he's irrationally jealous. Catching the mingled scents of strange, new vampires around Kyuhyun puts an automatic too-pleasant smile on his face, raising a territorial instinct he didn't know he had. He tries to be polite about it, and Kyuhyun is very good at picking up on Sungmin's cues - he can tell the difference between, that's nice, talk to me more because I could listen to you all day, and that's nice, but actually I couldn't care less. Or the more common message these days: I'm only smiling because it's cuter than my pissed face.
At the moment, he allows himself to frown, peering over the hot pink edge of his MacBook screen at Kyuhyun. Sungmin is reclining on the couch, taking advantage of the neighbor's wireless while the other boy does homework at the table. It's a common sort of evening for them, and usually Sungmin would amuse him every so often with a funny video or shocking article he's found online. Tonight though, Sungmin has been edgy ever since stepping into the apartment. There are traces of the other two vampires everywhere, from the intangible marks only he can pick up on, to the dirty dishes in the sink. His loathing of the smallest hints of their presence is uncalled for, and he's even disgusted with himself for being so affected.
The clock at the bottom of his screen reads ten-oh-five and that's it, Sungmin decides, time for a break. He closes the lid of his computer and the click doesn't make Kyuhyun look up, begging for a distraction, so he must be concentrating. Sungmin doesn't feel at all bad for interrupting, coming up behind the boy (there are math equations printed neatly on his notebook page) and deftly removing the pencil from between his teeth. Kyuhyun's lashes flutter in surprise.
"I'm bored," Sungmin announces, draping himself indulgently over Kyuhyun's shoulders and nuzzling by his ear, like a kitten demanding attention.
"Oh?" He sounds open for ideas, work forgotten, and Sungmin gives pause to think about the best course of action. Kyuhyun has a class early in the morning, but school equals those friends, and that makes the decision for him. His arms tighten around Kyuhyun while his lips close around an earlobe, and Kyuhyun's grin is nearly audible with his understanding echo of, "oh."
Sungmin's momentum stutters for a split-second when they make it to the bedroom. He's unsurprised by the telltale linger of those two, but part of him is still taken aback - after all, he sleeps in here sometimes (all right, a lot of the time), but the point is that there should be a line drawn. A safe zone. Some privacy, for heaven's sake! He eyes the keyboard like it's at fault (and it probably is - why, oh why, do the three have to share a musical interest?) and strips off his sweater with perhaps more vigor than necessary. It leaves a static shock in its wake and Sungmin scowls, rubbing a hand through his hair. The t-shirt comes off without any sparks, and so does Kyuhyun's, right before Sungmin snags him by the belt loops and shoves him down onto the mattress.
They fall on their sides in a tangle of limbs and uncoordinated kissing, mouths brushing and then sliding away, over jaw, cheek, temple, or wherever is close. Kyuhyun captures Sungmin's hand, encircling his wrist and bringing it up to kiss his fingers. Lips press over the smooth band of a ring and teeth bite gently at a knuckle, tongue touching the tip of his middle finger and curling around the pad, finally sucking two digits in partway. Sungmin remembers to close his slack jaw, but not for long. His fingers make a damp streak when he cups Kyuhyun's self-satisfied face in both hands, and he fails to pretend to be stern because he's too busy kissing him hard.
Sungmin pushes until Kyuhyun is on his back, reaching down to grasp his wrists and keep his arms flat. Kyuhyun arches a brow as if to say, 'and what are you going to do with me now?' Sungmin can think of a lot of things, some of which he probably shouldn't do, but as usual he does them anyway. He puts his lips and teeth to Kyuhyun's neck, sucking at the skin and claiming it more clearly than if he said, 'this right here in mine.' He feels Kyuhyun's nervousness, can almost taste it when he licks in apology, and part of him doesn't like freaking the boy out - but mostly Sungmin just wants what's his. Kind of his. No, definitely his, because now Kyuhyun is turning his head slightly to the side, throat bared. Sungmin can see his pulse jump, and his senses go sharp and focused on the blood rushing through the artery while his teeth go sharper.
He fights back a moan, shaking his head, and his fingers slip under Kyuhyun's cheek to undo the sight. "Don't," he says more firmly than he feels, avoiding the dark, aroused eyes and kissing the parted lips. Kyuhyun makes a small, startled sound - it's the fangs that surprised him, and Sungmin can't believe his own lack of anything remotely resembling good sense. Before he pulls away though, Kyuhyun seems to find his curiosity and touches his tongue gently to one wicked canine. He tugs a hand free to wrap around the back of Sungmin's neck, tangling loosely in a chain he's wearing and preventing him from retreating too far. Kyuhyun's smile is a little crooked, somewhat sheepish, but then his eyes half-close as he shifts his body to rub against Sungmin.
With a sigh, his head falling forward, Sungmin presses down. He bites his lip with normal teeth, spine bending when Kyuhyun's hand slides down his back and over the denim of his jeans. Okay, the pants need to go, so he rolls over to get out of them fast enough to help yank Kyuhyun's off as well. Sungmin lingers down by his legs, gliding his fingers along calves and the sensitive undersides of knees, up and spreading over thighs. His thumbs skim the creases where leg joins hip, tracing the jut of bone, and his smile is a white crescent when Kyuhyun squirms.
"Sungmin-" The rest is cut off when Sungmin takes his cock in his mouth without further preamble, and Kyuhyun's groan almost sounds pained. One of his hands cards through Sungmin's hair, mussing the jet black locks, and the other settles at the curve of neck meeting shoulder. Sungmin holds him in place easily, lips slick as they pull up and plunge down. He savors the taste and texture, sucking in as much as he can handle while being acutely aware of the way Kyuhyun strains beneath him. Sungmin keeps his palm resting atop Kyuhyun's stomach, fingers splayed, and he lets him buck a little. There isn't enough leverage for him to thrust far into his mouth, but then Sungmin rolls his tongue in just the right way while his other hand drifts up to pinch at a nipple. Kyuhyun's grip tightens as he comes.
Sungmin licks his swollen lips from corner to corner and wipes a trail from his chin. He turns his face to Kyuhyun's belly and leaves wet kisses from his navel up to his torso, biting at his collarbone and pressing hard against his hip. Kyuhyun rises up a little, hand traveling downwards, but before he can get it between their bodies he's playfully pinned to the mattress again. His expression is bemused, their cheeks brushing when Sungmin leans close to his ear.
"I want to fuck you."
Kyuhyun stops breathing for a frozen second and his heartbeat is louder than ever. Then the air leaves him in a rush and a low, quiet moan. "Oh, God," he breathes out, face flushed anew. Sungmin brings a hand up to his warm cheek and kisses him sweetly, counterpoint to his words and also the taste that Kyuhyun sucks off his tongue with a shiver.
"Mm... Is that a yes?" Sungmin teases against his mouth, and Kyuhyun laughs breathlessly.
"Yes." Some quick rummaging in the desk yields the familiar, half-empty bottle. When Sungmin turns back, Kyuhyun is propped up on his elbows with a certain look in his eyes and a slowly forming grin. "So," he says huskily, the flat of his hand sweeping down between Sungmin's shoulder blades once he's within reach, "How do you want me?"
Sungmin warms at the tone and the luxurious stroke down his back, a weak spot of his, but also nips at Kyuhyun's outstretched arm in mock reprimand. "Well, I was going to treat you nice, but maybe I should just throw you down and have my way with you instead." Kyuhyun goes red again, but doesn't look about to complain as he sinks back into the pillow, legs spreading easily enough to accommodate Sungmin settling between them.
His nerves start to show when the first cool fingertip slips inside, slow and measuring. Sungmin smoothes his free hand along Kyuhyun's thigh, rubbing the muscle absently while his gaze remains on the other's face. Kyuhyun's eyelids are half-lowered, mouth slightly open and breathing deeply. He worries at his lower lip when the second finger is added. It's a little fast, a little painful, a little too much at once - Sungmin spends some time here, working his fingers in and out, longer and firmer strokes when Kyuhyun begins to respond to the stimulation. He's stretched more and Sungmin knows that he's pushing the limits, that he could be kinder, but he's gently ruthless with his ministrations. Kyuhyun's face is turned to the side again, half-hidden in the pillow, the curve of his neck beautiful and marked. Sungmin can't help but lean forward to kiss it.
Kyuhyun moans beneath him and grips his shoulder, arching to put friction on Sungmin's cock and making him gasp. Sungmin licks the hickey from before and sits back, drawing his fingers out. He coats himself, trying not to linger on the gratifying pressure, wipes the slipperiness from his hand and rests it lightly on Kyuhyun's knee.
"Like this?" Kyuhyun asks, pulling his legs up when Sungmin nods; he wants a good look when he takes him. He prefers not to think about why, just like he prefers not to think about how badly he wants this in the first place. It's easier to just listen attentively to the sounds Kyuhyun makes when he pushes in. A short gust of air accompanied by a rough note, then a hiss, his fingers twisting into the pillow behind his head. His eyes are narrowed to slits and Sungmin goes slow, then still.
For a while, there's nothing but harsh breathing between them and the thick, heady scent of sex pervading the air. Sungmin's grip on Kyuhyun flexes and ripples, and there will probably be purpling bruises tomorrow from his unchecked strength. Kyuhyun is tight and hot around him, trembling faintly, hair sticking damply to his face. He utters a quiet noise when Sungmin bends down to drop a kiss on his lips, then another, and another, soon becoming a prolonged, messy affair with eager, open mouths. Sungmin gives an experimental roll of his hips that makes Kyuhyun break away abruptly, choking out a curse.
Sungmin grins against his skin, tasting it with a flick of his tongue and repeating the motion. He gains a subtle rhythm, liquid and leisurely, and watches with rapt attention as Kyuhyun seems to positively melt.
"Good?" Sungmin inquires, purring with contentment. It's been a while - a long while, to be honest - since he was last in this position, and Kyuhyun feels incredible.
"Amazing," he manages to reply, brushing his lips over Sungmin's forehead. His voice is low with a hint of a rasp, not-quite-pleading when he adds, "More."
A stifled moan is all the warning he gets before Sungmin braces himself firmly and thrusts in. He rearranges his hold, deepens the angle, and begins fucking Kyuhyun in earnest. This is his, he acknowledges with fierce satisfaction. He doesn't shy away from the thought, but grabs onto it, affirms it in the raw intensity of each steady stroke.
Sungmin bares his teeth and shakes his bangs away from his eyes, taking in Kyuhyun's flushed skin, his blood so close to the surface. His head twists, mouth open and panting, the marked side of his neck laid out for full-view. It's nothing but a temporary bruise, but Sungmin still swears softly and drives his hips forward hard. He knows he's being too rough, too demanding, but Kyuhyun gives so readily. His hand slides down his body, closing around his erection and pumping with a groan.
"Ah, Kyu-" Sungmin gasps as Kyuhyun writhes beneath him, and his orgasm takes him in a sudden, unrelenting grip. Still shaking, he feels Kyuhyun's knuckles rapidly brush his stomach and then the other boy shudders, legs squeezing around Sungmin when he comes.
Once the tremors subside, Sungmin gently pulls out and tries not to fall too much on top of Kyuhyun, whose face is starting to betray awful discomfort warring with total exhaustion. Sungmin grins knowingly. He throws an arm across Kyuhyun's chest to drag himself close and kiss his shoulder. Then with a sacrificial sigh, he rolls up onto his elbows and stretches to grab the box of tissues.
Afterwards, Sungmin innocently asks, "Don't you still have homework to finish?" He's lounging on the bed amidst clean sheets as Kyuhyun returns from a quick shower.
"And whose fault is that?" There's a glimmer of mirth beneath his obvious fatigue. Kyuhyun carelessly towels his hair somewhat dry and leaves it in disarray before flipping off the light. Sungmin pulls back the blankets for him, his smile hidden in the darkness, at least until he takes Kyuhyun's hand and brings it to his face. Searching fingers trace over the curve of his mouth, replacing them shortly with soft lips. Sungmin lets him sleep after that.
In the morning, Kyuhyun's alarm goes off and Sungmin hits it. He looks down to where Kyuhyun has cracked open a bleary eye, mumbling something that sounds like, "fuck it," and buries back into his pillow. No early class for him today. No other people, either. Sungmin threads his fingers through Kyuhyun's hair and curls around his warmth, basking in the moment.
end
Sapphy: For the full KyuMin experience, I recommend this song: Only This Moment (Röyksopp feat. Kate Havnevik).
...So. Yeah. I've been wanting smutfic where Sungmin tops and nobody else is inclined to write it (so few people are inclined to write KyuMin smut at all, woe).
Originally, I was also going to write the continuation of that one bedroom scene to balance this out, because that and this are two slightly different dynamics and they'd be like bookends. However, Sungmin decided he did not want a quick drabble, he wanted the whole damn thing. :| And I do not have the energy to write that much porn. This is ridiculously long as it is (and as far as chronology goes, it would fit in before the last scene in Sungmin's installment).
Please don't maul me for not working on #8. XD; Blame fuminshou_neko and meitachi. But I swear from now on, the next installment will be my top priority.
Character(s): Sungmin, Kyuhyun
Rating: NC17 for shameless porn
Word Count: 2400
Summary: A (gratuitous) missing KyuMin scene from the seventh installment.
References: Story Archive
Notes: Because fuminshou_neko made me feel guilty for denying Sungmin any sex in his installment, and then meitachi bribed me.
Sungmin won't kid himself; he knows he's irrationally jealous. Catching the mingled scents of strange, new vampires around Kyuhyun puts an automatic too-pleasant smile on his face, raising a territorial instinct he didn't know he had. He tries to be polite about it, and Kyuhyun is very good at picking up on Sungmin's cues - he can tell the difference between, that's nice, talk to me more because I could listen to you all day, and that's nice, but actually I couldn't care less. Or the more common message these days: I'm only smiling because it's cuter than my pissed face.
At the moment, he allows himself to frown, peering over the hot pink edge of his MacBook screen at Kyuhyun. Sungmin is reclining on the couch, taking advantage of the neighbor's wireless while the other boy does homework at the table. It's a common sort of evening for them, and usually Sungmin would amuse him every so often with a funny video or shocking article he's found online. Tonight though, Sungmin has been edgy ever since stepping into the apartment. There are traces of the other two vampires everywhere, from the intangible marks only he can pick up on, to the dirty dishes in the sink. His loathing of the smallest hints of their presence is uncalled for, and he's even disgusted with himself for being so affected.
The clock at the bottom of his screen reads ten-oh-five and that's it, Sungmin decides, time for a break. He closes the lid of his computer and the click doesn't make Kyuhyun look up, begging for a distraction, so he must be concentrating. Sungmin doesn't feel at all bad for interrupting, coming up behind the boy (there are math equations printed neatly on his notebook page) and deftly removing the pencil from between his teeth. Kyuhyun's lashes flutter in surprise.
"I'm bored," Sungmin announces, draping himself indulgently over Kyuhyun's shoulders and nuzzling by his ear, like a kitten demanding attention.
"Oh?" He sounds open for ideas, work forgotten, and Sungmin gives pause to think about the best course of action. Kyuhyun has a class early in the morning, but school equals those friends, and that makes the decision for him. His arms tighten around Kyuhyun while his lips close around an earlobe, and Kyuhyun's grin is nearly audible with his understanding echo of, "oh."
Sungmin's momentum stutters for a split-second when they make it to the bedroom. He's unsurprised by the telltale linger of those two, but part of him is still taken aback - after all, he sleeps in here sometimes (all right, a lot of the time), but the point is that there should be a line drawn. A safe zone. Some privacy, for heaven's sake! He eyes the keyboard like it's at fault (and it probably is - why, oh why, do the three have to share a musical interest?) and strips off his sweater with perhaps more vigor than necessary. It leaves a static shock in its wake and Sungmin scowls, rubbing a hand through his hair. The t-shirt comes off without any sparks, and so does Kyuhyun's, right before Sungmin snags him by the belt loops and shoves him down onto the mattress.
They fall on their sides in a tangle of limbs and uncoordinated kissing, mouths brushing and then sliding away, over jaw, cheek, temple, or wherever is close. Kyuhyun captures Sungmin's hand, encircling his wrist and bringing it up to kiss his fingers. Lips press over the smooth band of a ring and teeth bite gently at a knuckle, tongue touching the tip of his middle finger and curling around the pad, finally sucking two digits in partway. Sungmin remembers to close his slack jaw, but not for long. His fingers make a damp streak when he cups Kyuhyun's self-satisfied face in both hands, and he fails to pretend to be stern because he's too busy kissing him hard.
Sungmin pushes until Kyuhyun is on his back, reaching down to grasp his wrists and keep his arms flat. Kyuhyun arches a brow as if to say, 'and what are you going to do with me now?' Sungmin can think of a lot of things, some of which he probably shouldn't do, but as usual he does them anyway. He puts his lips and teeth to Kyuhyun's neck, sucking at the skin and claiming it more clearly than if he said, 'this right here in mine.' He feels Kyuhyun's nervousness, can almost taste it when he licks in apology, and part of him doesn't like freaking the boy out - but mostly Sungmin just wants what's his. Kind of his. No, definitely his, because now Kyuhyun is turning his head slightly to the side, throat bared. Sungmin can see his pulse jump, and his senses go sharp and focused on the blood rushing through the artery while his teeth go sharper.
He fights back a moan, shaking his head, and his fingers slip under Kyuhyun's cheek to undo the sight. "Don't," he says more firmly than he feels, avoiding the dark, aroused eyes and kissing the parted lips. Kyuhyun makes a small, startled sound - it's the fangs that surprised him, and Sungmin can't believe his own lack of anything remotely resembling good sense. Before he pulls away though, Kyuhyun seems to find his curiosity and touches his tongue gently to one wicked canine. He tugs a hand free to wrap around the back of Sungmin's neck, tangling loosely in a chain he's wearing and preventing him from retreating too far. Kyuhyun's smile is a little crooked, somewhat sheepish, but then his eyes half-close as he shifts his body to rub against Sungmin.
With a sigh, his head falling forward, Sungmin presses down. He bites his lip with normal teeth, spine bending when Kyuhyun's hand slides down his back and over the denim of his jeans. Okay, the pants need to go, so he rolls over to get out of them fast enough to help yank Kyuhyun's off as well. Sungmin lingers down by his legs, gliding his fingers along calves and the sensitive undersides of knees, up and spreading over thighs. His thumbs skim the creases where leg joins hip, tracing the jut of bone, and his smile is a white crescent when Kyuhyun squirms.
"Sungmin-" The rest is cut off when Sungmin takes his cock in his mouth without further preamble, and Kyuhyun's groan almost sounds pained. One of his hands cards through Sungmin's hair, mussing the jet black locks, and the other settles at the curve of neck meeting shoulder. Sungmin holds him in place easily, lips slick as they pull up and plunge down. He savors the taste and texture, sucking in as much as he can handle while being acutely aware of the way Kyuhyun strains beneath him. Sungmin keeps his palm resting atop Kyuhyun's stomach, fingers splayed, and he lets him buck a little. There isn't enough leverage for him to thrust far into his mouth, but then Sungmin rolls his tongue in just the right way while his other hand drifts up to pinch at a nipple. Kyuhyun's grip tightens as he comes.
Sungmin licks his swollen lips from corner to corner and wipes a trail from his chin. He turns his face to Kyuhyun's belly and leaves wet kisses from his navel up to his torso, biting at his collarbone and pressing hard against his hip. Kyuhyun rises up a little, hand traveling downwards, but before he can get it between their bodies he's playfully pinned to the mattress again. His expression is bemused, their cheeks brushing when Sungmin leans close to his ear.
"I want to fuck you."
Kyuhyun stops breathing for a frozen second and his heartbeat is louder than ever. Then the air leaves him in a rush and a low, quiet moan. "Oh, God," he breathes out, face flushed anew. Sungmin brings a hand up to his warm cheek and kisses him sweetly, counterpoint to his words and also the taste that Kyuhyun sucks off his tongue with a shiver.
"Mm... Is that a yes?" Sungmin teases against his mouth, and Kyuhyun laughs breathlessly.
"Yes." Some quick rummaging in the desk yields the familiar, half-empty bottle. When Sungmin turns back, Kyuhyun is propped up on his elbows with a certain look in his eyes and a slowly forming grin. "So," he says huskily, the flat of his hand sweeping down between Sungmin's shoulder blades once he's within reach, "How do you want me?"
Sungmin warms at the tone and the luxurious stroke down his back, a weak spot of his, but also nips at Kyuhyun's outstretched arm in mock reprimand. "Well, I was going to treat you nice, but maybe I should just throw you down and have my way with you instead." Kyuhyun goes red again, but doesn't look about to complain as he sinks back into the pillow, legs spreading easily enough to accommodate Sungmin settling between them.
His nerves start to show when the first cool fingertip slips inside, slow and measuring. Sungmin smoothes his free hand along Kyuhyun's thigh, rubbing the muscle absently while his gaze remains on the other's face. Kyuhyun's eyelids are half-lowered, mouth slightly open and breathing deeply. He worries at his lower lip when the second finger is added. It's a little fast, a little painful, a little too much at once - Sungmin spends some time here, working his fingers in and out, longer and firmer strokes when Kyuhyun begins to respond to the stimulation. He's stretched more and Sungmin knows that he's pushing the limits, that he could be kinder, but he's gently ruthless with his ministrations. Kyuhyun's face is turned to the side again, half-hidden in the pillow, the curve of his neck beautiful and marked. Sungmin can't help but lean forward to kiss it.
Kyuhyun moans beneath him and grips his shoulder, arching to put friction on Sungmin's cock and making him gasp. Sungmin licks the hickey from before and sits back, drawing his fingers out. He coats himself, trying not to linger on the gratifying pressure, wipes the slipperiness from his hand and rests it lightly on Kyuhyun's knee.
"Like this?" Kyuhyun asks, pulling his legs up when Sungmin nods; he wants a good look when he takes him. He prefers not to think about why, just like he prefers not to think about how badly he wants this in the first place. It's easier to just listen attentively to the sounds Kyuhyun makes when he pushes in. A short gust of air accompanied by a rough note, then a hiss, his fingers twisting into the pillow behind his head. His eyes are narrowed to slits and Sungmin goes slow, then still.
For a while, there's nothing but harsh breathing between them and the thick, heady scent of sex pervading the air. Sungmin's grip on Kyuhyun flexes and ripples, and there will probably be purpling bruises tomorrow from his unchecked strength. Kyuhyun is tight and hot around him, trembling faintly, hair sticking damply to his face. He utters a quiet noise when Sungmin bends down to drop a kiss on his lips, then another, and another, soon becoming a prolonged, messy affair with eager, open mouths. Sungmin gives an experimental roll of his hips that makes Kyuhyun break away abruptly, choking out a curse.
Sungmin grins against his skin, tasting it with a flick of his tongue and repeating the motion. He gains a subtle rhythm, liquid and leisurely, and watches with rapt attention as Kyuhyun seems to positively melt.
"Good?" Sungmin inquires, purring with contentment. It's been a while - a long while, to be honest - since he was last in this position, and Kyuhyun feels incredible.
"Amazing," he manages to reply, brushing his lips over Sungmin's forehead. His voice is low with a hint of a rasp, not-quite-pleading when he adds, "More."
A stifled moan is all the warning he gets before Sungmin braces himself firmly and thrusts in. He rearranges his hold, deepens the angle, and begins fucking Kyuhyun in earnest. This is his, he acknowledges with fierce satisfaction. He doesn't shy away from the thought, but grabs onto it, affirms it in the raw intensity of each steady stroke.
Sungmin bares his teeth and shakes his bangs away from his eyes, taking in Kyuhyun's flushed skin, his blood so close to the surface. His head twists, mouth open and panting, the marked side of his neck laid out for full-view. It's nothing but a temporary bruise, but Sungmin still swears softly and drives his hips forward hard. He knows he's being too rough, too demanding, but Kyuhyun gives so readily. His hand slides down his body, closing around his erection and pumping with a groan.
"Ah, Kyu-" Sungmin gasps as Kyuhyun writhes beneath him, and his orgasm takes him in a sudden, unrelenting grip. Still shaking, he feels Kyuhyun's knuckles rapidly brush his stomach and then the other boy shudders, legs squeezing around Sungmin when he comes.
Once the tremors subside, Sungmin gently pulls out and tries not to fall too much on top of Kyuhyun, whose face is starting to betray awful discomfort warring with total exhaustion. Sungmin grins knowingly. He throws an arm across Kyuhyun's chest to drag himself close and kiss his shoulder. Then with a sacrificial sigh, he rolls up onto his elbows and stretches to grab the box of tissues.
Afterwards, Sungmin innocently asks, "Don't you still have homework to finish?" He's lounging on the bed amidst clean sheets as Kyuhyun returns from a quick shower.
"And whose fault is that?" There's a glimmer of mirth beneath his obvious fatigue. Kyuhyun carelessly towels his hair somewhat dry and leaves it in disarray before flipping off the light. Sungmin pulls back the blankets for him, his smile hidden in the darkness, at least until he takes Kyuhyun's hand and brings it to his face. Searching fingers trace over the curve of his mouth, replacing them shortly with soft lips. Sungmin lets him sleep after that.
In the morning, Kyuhyun's alarm goes off and Sungmin hits it. He looks down to where Kyuhyun has cracked open a bleary eye, mumbling something that sounds like, "fuck it," and buries back into his pillow. No early class for him today. No other people, either. Sungmin threads his fingers through Kyuhyun's hair and curls around his warmth, basking in the moment.
end
Sapphy: For the full KyuMin experience, I recommend this song: Only This Moment (Röyksopp feat. Kate Havnevik).
...So. Yeah. I've been wanting smutfic where Sungmin tops and nobody else is inclined to write it (so few people are inclined to write KyuMin smut at all, woe).
Originally, I was also going to write the continuation of that one bedroom scene to balance this out, because that and this are two slightly different dynamics and they'd be like bookends. However, Sungmin decided he did not want a quick drabble, he wanted the whole damn thing. :| And I do not have the energy to write that much porn. This is ridiculously long as it is (and as far as chronology goes, it would fit in before the last scene in Sungmin's installment).
Please don't maul me for not working on #8. XD; Blame fuminshou_neko and meitachi. But I swear from now on, the next installment will be my top priority.