[Fic] Do It, Do It (2)
Title: Do It, Do It (2)
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Smut prompts - see individual prompt for what it is.
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Prompt: QMi, non-AU but several years after SuJu disbands. Cuddles and kisses and sleepy morning sex. Breakfast in bed would be adorable. Totally up to you if they're actually living together or just visiting, what they're doing career-wise and all that.
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Zhou Mi had been awake and up for fifteen minutes before he heard Kyuhyun stirring. Hard to sit still, the waiting in the corner of their room and watching Kyuhyun sleep. He might have, subtly, rocked the bed to get Kyuhyun to wake a little faster, but that understandable. Kyuhyun yawned, getting out of bed like a rumpled lion in all his naked glory. Staring blearily at Zhou Mi for a moment before shuffling into the bathroom. Zhou Mi chuckled, and slid back under the covers, naked himself, and waiting for Kyuhyun to return. Knowing he would, sliding back under the covers and pressing up against Zhou Mi’s side.
“Morning,” Zhou Mi said against his face.
“Brr,” Kyuhyun responded.
He loved Kyuhyun’s current haircut. A bit short and flippy, it showed his face and forehead. A far cry from the curls of years before. A man that could turn him on naked, as he could with the staid suits and sweaters Kyuhyun wore to perform. The women liked it, too. Kyuhyun looked amazing in whatever. And Kyuhyun was growing wise to Zhou Mi’s hunger as he sighed at Zhou Mi’s mouth against his neck. Still a bit sleepy as they wound around each other. And Kyuhyun nudged in, meeting his mouth and getting a thigh over Zhou Mi’s hip. Arousal was almost second place to the holding, the conversation Kyuhyun seemed to be having with his mouth. He hardly remembered what kissing was like, before Kyuhyun.
“How do you want it?”
“Let me this morning,” Zhou Mi said. “I want to be inside you. See your face.”
“Have at me, tiger,” Kyuhyun joked, and eased Zhou Mi above him.
It was like a ritual, like bathing, eating, breathing. Kyuhyun’s mouth giving against his, as Zhou Mi slicked his fingers. Kyuhyun was still sleep-warm, and languid, and they had years of knowledge. Kyuhyun’s hips lifted and gave to his entry, as soon as Zhou Mi was hard enough to slide. Muffled encouragement against his mouth as Kyuhyun kneaded through his hair.
“Did you get bigger during the night?” Kyuhyun asked, as Zhou Mi began to rock into him.
“I bet you say that to all the boys,” Zhou Mi teased.
“You bet your scrawny ass I do.”
“Hey,” Zhou Mi said, bumping their chins together. “You like my ass. That’s why you have enough for both of us.”
It was, in fact, possible to have a slapping, romping tickle fight when engaged in a man’s body. It just meant being really careful about it, like having his hips flush up against Kyuhyun, so there was no awkward bending. And he didn’t let his mind go further than that, wanting to keep hard. No emergency room trips on a special morning. No trips for any purpose like that at all, ever.
They were jokes that never got old, no matter how many times they teased.
Kyuhyun was panting, laughing, chest flushing as Zhou Mi pressed kisses across his collarbones.
“If I was inside you right now, all bets would be off, buddy.”
Zhou Mi smiled. “Remember that for next time.”
“I will.”
“Are you betting on or off my ass?”
Kyuhyun’s hips angled up, just as Zhou Mi was thrusting, causing them both to gasp. “In it,” Kyuhyun whispered.
There was lust between them. He saw it in Kyuhyun’s eyes. The way they touched, and laughed, and played. The way Kyuhyun’s eyes closed as Zhou Mi kissed his throat, and the moans that they drew out together. The ripple of Kyuhyun’s belly as they moved in unison, as Zhou Mi began to stroke Kyuhyun. Inside, and out.
Love, in the way Kyuhyun stroked his back, cradled his face. They didn’t always want at the same time, in the same way. But when they did, it was beautiful. Beautiful like the first time Kyuhyun had called his name during an orgasm, foreheads nearly smashing as Kyuhyun came over his hand.
Beautiful like every time after.
Not like it was perfect all the time either. Like that morning, he wanted to watch Kyuhyun come for him. And he did, albeit in the haze of his own orgasm, as Kyuhyun took over stroking from Zhou Mi’s hand. And Zhou Mi felt the wave, saw Kyuhyun tip over. And the aftermath as Kyuhyun smiled his pleasure. Lazy quirk of lips that was as gorgeous that day as it had been five, ten years before.
“Don’t look so smug,” Kyuhyun admonished.
They laughed into the kiss, and he smoothed back Kyuhyun’s hair so he could see every inch of his face. Features a bit finer than when they were younger. Still the most arresting man he’d ever known.
“I love you,” he said, kissing Kyuhyun again.
“Love you, too, you big sap,” Kyuhyun muttered. But Kyuhyun wasn’t long for consciousness, as Zhou Mi eased away, and climbed out of their bed and covered him.
He left Kyuhyun there, with the sheet and blanket over him. Wishing he could crawl right back in bed and inhale against Kyuhyun’s hair until he fell back asleep. But there was a second phase to his plan. A plan that was not supposed to include him singeing his finger on the edge of the waffle iron. He ran cold water on it, and sucked at his wound while finishing the tray. Waffle, syrup. Fruit. Mug of juice, because it was more stable. Nothing sappy like a flower, or piece of jewelry. He had something more important.
He carried it carefully, nudging at Kyuhyun with his knee.
“Wake up, lazy. Here’s your breakfast.”
Kyuhyun squinted up at him through one eye, and then at the tray.
“Wuzzit?”
“Waffle. Sit up.”
A waffle with pre-made mix was one thing he could manage to make without complaint, at least. A little more special than a bowl of cold cereal. But Kyuhyun obeyed, sitting far enough for Zhou Mi to get the tray onto his lap.
“Wow, breakfast in bread. What are we celebrating? Is it our honeymoon and I didn’t know it?”
He waited, until Kyuhyun took a bite and declared it good. Waited, because he almost couldn’t speak, seeing Kyuhyun’s face. But finally, he did.
“My visa got renewed,” Zhou Mi said.
Kyuhyun paused with a piece of waffle halfway to his mouth. “What? Holy fuck. When?”
“Yesterday.”
“And you didn’t tell me last night? I’m going to give you a waffle facial.”
“No, no,” Zhou Mi laughed, holding up his hands. “That’s why I stayed out so late. I’ve wanted to do this for you ever since I applied. It killed me.”
He always worried. They both did. And that was why he was making such a big deal out of it. It guaranteed them more time.
“We should’ve have sex after you told me,” Kyuhyun muttered around another bite. Nothing was distracting Kyuhyun from his food.
“We still can,” Zhou Mi said, grinning. “If you’re up for it.”
The significant eyebrow waggle had Kyuhyun’s mouth thinning.
“Ha ha. Very funny,” Kyuhyun grumbled. “And you didn’t even get a tissue to wipe me off with. This sheet is gluing itself to my stomach. You were born in a barn.”
“But you still love me.”
“Your looks have something to do with that.” And Kyuhyun’s eyes raked down Zhou Mi’s body, still naked where he sat beside him. “How are you more sexy at 35 than you were at 25?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Zhou Mi said, kissing Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and negating his complaint. Things had been in the air for a while after Kyuhyun had finished his military service. Coming back to a solo album, with a few collaborations with band members. His second album, Zhou Mi had been brought in to help write lyrics for the Chinese tracks. Reconnecting. Long hours in the studio, listening to Kyuhyun sing. Kyuhyun’s eyes as he took correction, and tried again. Long nights eating, drinking together. Laughing and remembering the past. Good times. Bad times.
The first time Kyuhyun had kissed him, it had seemed like some kind of fantasy, in the back of a dark-windowed van and tasting of soju.
“I’ve forgotten all my Mandarin,” Kyuhyun had told him.
“I’ll teach you,” Zhou Mi had promised. And had taught him, skin to skin.
His voice on Kyuhyun’s album. Personal translator, collaborator, practically Kyuhyun’s manager by the time the staff had clued in. Not like Zhou Mi didn’t have a career, too, as MC, and host, and model, with numerous written songs, and an album of his own. But that had been five years ago. Albums, and apartments, jobs, events, and hundreds of plane rides later. They’d changed. Their location had changed. And for all that they lived together, slept together, they still weren’t the closest of the members. It was hard to turn on the TV on most days and not see a familiar face. Random texts, and phone calls kept them close. Pictures, of wives, of children. They made a point to go and see each new baby.
Kyuhyun’s response to the first one had been quite decided - he and Henry weren’t the youngest any more. The kid could make the ramen now.
It had brought tears - of laughter.
And Zhou Mi had gotten confirmation that he could stay unhindered, sharing it with Kyuhyun who had syrup dribbling down his chin. He could stay where his career was. Where his heart was.
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Prompt: Qmi, AU, Kyu is a college student studying for exams and passes out (naked if you want!) because he's so tired, and Zhou Mi decides to wake him up. Smut!!:D
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Kyuhyun naked, asleep next to his books and glasses was one eyebrow-raising scene of Zhou Mi’s day. Finals were upcoming, so he knew Kyuhyun was studying. Zhou Mi smiled, bending to kiss Kyuhyun’s cheek.
“Wake up. Study time.”
Kyuhyun groaned, swatting, and rolled over.
“Hey. I’ll have sex with you if you pass,” Zhou Mi promised.
Kyuhyun’s suspicion was incredibly cute. Eyes opened unevenly, mouth pursed.
“You’ll have sex with me anyway. Cheer-up sex. I’ll suck you off,” Kyuhyun seemed to decide.
“I don’t think that’s going to help you study,” Zhou Mi laughed.
“Sure it will,” Kyuhyun said, popping the button of Zhou Mi’s fly. “You’ll feel obligated to do me, then.”
“Still not studying.”
But the protest was little but sound. His boyfriend sitting up, tugging him close. The expanse of naked skin didn’t hurt either. And the enticing wet, sucking mouth. Kyuhyun waking, and waking Zhou Mi as well. He grew hard against Kyuhyun’s tongue, his moans. Catching a glimpse of Kyuhyun stroking himself, as he rocked into Kyuhyun’s mouth. Enough to have him gasping, braced on Kyuhyun’s shoulders as he came.
And Zhou Mi became a human study card right after. That was love.
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Prompt: a new coordi noona messed up on Kyu's jean size, too small. with no other pairs of pants around he is forced to wear them. or at least try to get them on. Zhou Mi tries to help, hilarity ensues.
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“They don’t fit,” Kyuhyun said, a little bit panicked.
“Are you-?” Zhou Mi started asking, but stopped when he saw that Kyuhyun’s pants were caught mid-butt.
“These must be for you.”
But Zhou Mi had squeezed in also. “Take off your underwear?”
Kyuhyun huffed, but wriggled back out. Giving Zhou Mi quite a show.
The pants went up, but from there Kyuhyun had troubles. It made Zhou Mi bite his lip and step forward to help. Reaching around to grab Kyuhyun’s back waistband, and jerk it up. Jerking Kyuhyun into him in the process.
Kyuhyun, encased in denim, Zhou Mi saw fondly. But part of him hadn’t made it into the pants. He wiggled Kyuhyun’s erection between his fingers.
“This won’t fit if you’re hard,” he teased.
“Your fault for jerking me around. Since you’re being so helpful..?”
Only fair to take care of the problem he’d caused. Pinning Kyuhyun to the wall so he could muffle his moans with kisses that had his own pants in danger. He loved Kyuhyun like that. Horny, a little desperate. Hard, and pressed against him. Kyuhyun’s eyelids fluttered as he came - very carefully - into a tissue.
And Kyuhyun’s pants closed just fine.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun pursues Zhou Mi. Mi thinks he's kidding or its a bad idea until one night he wakes up with Kyu in his bed. Smut!
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Hey, we should get dinner one day, you and me. Kyuhyun says while they’re walking at the park.
Want to see a movie with me? While they’re eating.
I wouldn’t make that bad of a boyfriend. Jockeying for the bathroom.
I think you’re really sexy, too. While they’re drinking, after the third guy hits on Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi doesn’t really take it to heart. Kyuhyun is a cute roommate, funny and a little dorky. Kind, and a terrible cook, and often disappears with his computer for hours. Zhou Mi at first feels like he’s Kyuhyun’s older brother. There are the episodes where Kyuhyun’s towel slips, and when Kyuhyun’s mouth curves just so. When Kyuhyun looks sexy, like someone Zhou Mi wants to kiss. Times when they’re out together when he has to brush aside speculating what they’d be like together. In bed and out. Not because he doesn’t want it. But because he’s never sure that Kyuhyun does.
The bed rocks, and Zhou Mi wakes. Breathy inhale, an unfamiliar hand on his bare stomach.
He inhales, smells what is so familiar to him. Kyuhyun.
“Kyuhyun, is something wrong?”
He hears Kyuhyun swallow. “Do you find me unattractive?”
Zhou Mi’s heart leaps. “What? No.”
“Someone you wouldn’t ever date?”
“Kyuhyun?”
“I keep dropping hints, and you don’t-“
Zhou Mi gasps, Kyuhyun’s thumb scraping over a nipple.
Kyuhyun’s voice is low, so much closer than before. “Would you want to date me or not?”
Zhou Mi fights the giggle, knowing that’s not the response that Kyuhyun wants, and not the response that will have Kyuhyun staying.
“Since you ask like that,” Zhou Mi says a little coyly. “I’d like that. But why attack me at night?”
“Er.” Kyuhyun pauses, and Zhou Mi can almost hear the blush. “Maybe little crazy. Like I’d have to…persuade you.”
Zhou Mi turns, reaching for Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and surprises himself. Very surprised, when he finds nothing but bare skin, going lower, and lower.
“Why don’t you show me how?” he suggests, and tips his face into Kyuhyun’s hand.
Kyuhyun kisses his chin first, and Zhou Mi finds himself unsure if it’s a deliberate miss, or not. But the second falls on his lips, and he has a flash of every smile Kyuhyun has sent him. Sweet, naughty, gleeful. Those are the lips he’s kissing, Kyuhyun pulling him in almost painfully with his hair. At least, until they shift, and turn, Kyuhyun’s arm around his neck, and chest against his. Thigh sliding against thigh, Kyuhyun moving tentatively in a way so unlike Kyuhyun.
He is, after all, in Zhou Mi’s bed.
“This is a little fast,” Kyuhyun says on a hiccing little laugh that has Zhou Mi’s heart skipping.
“You’re the one who came here naked,” Zhou Mi tells him. Naked, with a thigh creeping over Zhou Mi’s hip. Going hard, a little desperate and breathless, lusty and sweet as Kyuhyun gives to his kiss. It seems a shame to send Kyuhyun away unsatisfied.
Kyuhyun’s back arches as Zhou Mi runs gently fingers along his erection. Fast or not, it’s happening.
“Touch me, too,” Zhou Mi urges. Not quite begging. Hoping. As Kyuhyun does just that.
Shifting together, lip dragging against lip. Not the dance of strangers, but of friends, lovers. Roommates. Needing. Losing focus between Kyuhyun’s stroking hand and mouth. Feeling Kyuhyun come for him. And the soaring satisfaction, when he comes for Kyuhyun.
I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. Zhou Mi’s confession.
What should we do tomorrow? Zhou Mi’s offer.
Stay.
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Prompt: AU!pornstars (QMI). They have to film a steamy shower scene. top!mi
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Zhou Mi didn’t typically ask if his coworkers were attracted to men. Even if they were, there was no guarantee if they were attracted to him. Typically, it didn’t much matter unless they couldn’t get hard, and that wasn’t a unique problem. It was all a show, much of it an act. Such was the magic of porn, of filming something that was for someone else’s gratification. He had a new costar that day, a man he’d not heard of. The buzz on set was that the man came from straight porn, and had gotten called to do a shoot with Zhou Mi because of his looks. Or, because of one look of him in particular.
“Not going to have to do much work,” the assistant said, nodding over to where Kyuhyun was getting ready. “Looks like that ass is going to do it all for you.”
He just smirked, and admired what was clearly going to be an asset to their shoot before he was patted and powdered. That was something he could definitely get hard for. And looks were one thing, but personality was another. How well they worked off each other on set, that’d be key. Somehow they’d get through it no matter what. Something that could be cut to be arousing was all that mattered.
When he had the luxury of it, he liked to get himself hard, leaving the pants for the shoot unbuttoned as he idly rubbed and considered as Kyuhyun was buttoned into a cheap-looking suit. Kyuhyun didn’t have to be hard for the start of it, but Zhou Mi would need to. And they had a scant few minutes to chat, face to face.
“I’m Zhou Mi,” he said, and Kyuhyun shook his hand.
“Kyuhyun. Nice to meet you.”
Nice voice. Much of that and Zhou Mi would have even less trouble getting into it.
“If things get out of control, squeeze my hand, and I’ll slow down for you,” Zhou Mi said softly. “We’ll know, but the camera doesn’t have to.”
Kyuhyun nodded. “Okay, thanks.”
“Good luck,” Zhou Mi said, and stepped back to take his place.
The plot of the film wasn’t so complicated. Two office workers sharing a motel room. One, Kyuhyun, not knowing that his roommate was attracted to him and that he’d be jumped in the shower. They did a couple of dialogue shots, just to establish that. Zhou Mi with a laptop, lounging on one of the “motel” beds with his erection craftily both hidden and displayed. Basic work conference things to give setting. Then they moved sets, to the bathroom. Where Kyuhyun, unassuming, was to leave the bathroom door open, so that Zhou Mi could stand outside of it and watch him strip in preparation for a shower. That right there was impetus enough for Zhou Mi to make a decision, to strip himself and join Kyuhyun in the shower, where the seduction and the sex would take place. And that was it.
Zhou Mi was posed so a camera could get his facial expressions as Kyuhyun began to disrobe. His tie, and shirt. Solid little body, Zhou Mi thought, licking his lips as Kyuhyun’s pants lowered, exposing his pretty, light blue briefs. An ass that didn’t quit, as they’d been admiring earlier. It was no problem, and hardly a trial to reach down and start massaging himself through his slacks. As though the sight of Kyuhyun’s body turned him on far too much to stop. He was still partially hard, but he used his fingers specifically to trace the outline of his cock, so there was no doubt that he was hard from watching Kyuhyun’s innocent, if sexy, strip show. Kyuhyun examined his face in the mirror for a moment, and turned toward the shower. Sliding back the glass to test the water temperature, before turning on the spray. And he glanced, seeing a close-up of Kyuhyun’s backside on the camera monitor. A nod from the director had Zhou Mi in motion, letting his jacket drop, and shirt. Pausing at the door of the bathroom with its moveable sides, so that it looked as though he was hesitating. Touching himself and watching Kyuhyun through the glass as he showered.
But Zhou Mi’s pants and underwear dropped, too. And everything paused, as cameras were rearranged. Shots of Zhou Mi being aroused before he slid back the glass, and Kyuhyun’s shock.
“What..?”
“I thought we could save water,” Zhou Mi said, stepping in with him and giving Kyuhyun nowhere to go. Not that they’d be saving any water at all. “Here, let me help.”
Kyuhyun’s objections were perfunctory, letting Zhou Mi take the washcloth from him. They took it nice and slow, foreplay, or it was supposed to be to Zhou Mi. Him almost gentling Kyuhyun, running his hands, the soap, over Kyuhyun’s wet body. Using the washcloth, a show that he was doing what he was supposed to. All the while asking Kyuhyun little questions.
“That feel good?”
“Mm,” Kyuhyun responded, arching his back as the washcloth dipped from his lower back and onto his ass. Zhou Mi switched to his hand then, a not so subtle grope. Letting his lips curve as he moaned softly. A nice little show for the camera above the water’s spray, as he kneaded Kyuhyun’s very delectable ass.
“I love to jerk off in the shower,” Zhou Mi said. “Don’t you? Why don’t I help you? You’ll feel better after. It’s just two guys taking care of each other. See, doesn’t that feel good.”
Zhou Mi was gratified to find that Kyuhyun had begun to stiffen, even before he’d started to toy with him. Maybe the situation, which could be erotic outside of the fact that they had a crew on their every move. Or the kissing, or the touching, or the excitement. But Kyuhyun moaned for his touch, bracing himself on the shower side and letting Zhou Mi make him feel good. By the time Zhou Mi pulled back, Kyuhyun’s cock was staring to stand on its own. Not all the way, but irrefutably aroused.
“Touch me, too,” Zhou Mi urged. And he tangled Kyuhyun’s long fingers with his for a moment. Wrapping them, a bit cool, around him before his erection could flag too far without stimulation. Kyuhyun stroked, tentatively at first, before shifting, getting into it. As though the cock in his hand fascinated him. But Zhou Mi’s focus was on Kyuhyun’s mouth. Reaching out to touch.
He wondered what it’d be like to have his come dripping off those lips, as he dragged his finger across them. And he hoped the camera picked up that nuance on his face, because if he tried to look any hungrier, he’d be drooling like a wolf. But the look Kyuhyun met his eyes with was confused, and vaguely unsure, and Zhou Mi wasn’t positive that Kyuhyun was acting.
And that mouth parted for his immediately, as he leaned for a kiss, teasing out Kyuhyun’s tongue. Urging Kyuhyun to keep stroking him, as he took up a rhythm of his own on Kyuhyun’s cock. Getting them both hard, eager. Kyuhyun was engorged, and just ripe to be sucked on, but the script hadn’t called for that. But it was regret that had him pulling away from the wet kisses, and letting Kyuhyun’s cock arch as it wanted, when their director gave them the signal.
“I want to come on your pretty ass,” he said, and the roughness of his voice wasn’t a show. He shifted Kyuhyun, got him turned so he was facing the cameras the right way. So he was braced against a wall, with his hips out for Zhou Mi to grab. There were condoms, lube, in the shower tray, not because everyone had them but for expediency’s sake. Kyuhyun needed to be interested if not hard as they fucked and he could see Kyuhyun’s arm moving. And he also knew that Kyuhyun had been prepped beforehand. Prepped so that Zhou Mi’s slick fingers got a gasp and a moan, probing and insisting on entrance. It was Kyuhyun who did all the acting of what it felt like. Zhou Mi only worked off of him.
“Yeah, baby. You’re so tight. You’ll love this.”
He let his fingers rub inside Kyuhyun, hoping to stimulate him a little until he got the go-ahead to slip the condom on and and rub his covered cock for a moment against Kyuhyun’s ass. Swallowing, preparing himself, and pressing in, waiting for the give of Kyuhyun’s body. The rising moans he heard, as it sounded like Kyuhyun was nearly in pain. Adding lube and moving, until he was fully seated in Kyuhyun’s body.
There were moans of his own. The ass he was stroking into wasn’t just luxurious, it was deluxe. And the only way he couldn’t have enjoyed doing it, was if he was dead. He made sure to vary his speed, and his faces, so with different camera angles, they could make it seem like they had been fucking for hours.
“Your ass is fantastic, baby,” Zhou Mi said. Not in the script, but he was allowed a few ad libs.
Kyuhyun whimpered. “I’m so hard. You’re fucking me, and I’m so hard.”
Not sterling dialogue, the script. But whatever got people off.
“I’ll make you come,” Zhou Mi promised him, and they worked in an endless concert of moans and undulations, and sex talk. Zhou Mi rubbed one hand over Kyuhyun’s chest, flicking and squeezing his nipples. Teasing his stomach near where Kyuhyun was still stroking himself.
“Any time,” Zhou Mi heard the director say, and was glad, as he was reaching his limit. They shifted into high gear.
“Come for me, come on, come for me,” Zhou Mi urged, their hips slapping together.
And he knew it almost before Kyuhyun’s mouth opened, gasping. “I’m coming!”
Zhou Mi’s hand went down immediately, slapping away Kyuhyun’s hand so the last minute of stroking was Zhou Mi alone. So when Kyuhyun came, and Zhou Mi couldn’t see, it was because of Zhou Mi’s hand, and Zhou Mi’s fucking. Kyuhyun moaned and arched, and Zhou Mi imagined what his cock looked like. Feeling semen against his fingers, and using it as he stroked Kyuhyun through his orgasm.
And he let Kyuhyun’s moans be sweet music as he began fucking in earnest, for his own reward.
“Ah. Ah, coming!”
Zhou Mi gasped, the condom falling from numb fingers as he stroked himself quickly. Not so much luxuriating in the orgasm as he was forcing it.
But he did come, the sight of Kyuhyun’s pretty mouth, and ass still presented to him, doing their job. Close enough, that as his semen fell, it landed on Kyuhyun’s back. Standing alone, and mixing with the water droplets there. And he backed up a step, breathing, letting the cameras take a nice clear shot before receiving the go-ahead. Reaching and tracing his fingers through it, making patterns on Kyuhyun’s skin like he was marking him.
“Looks like you need another shower,” Zhou Mi said.
And it was Kyuhyun’s cue to stand, turn back to him. Move into him like he was hungry for more.
“Why don’t we?” Kyuhyun said.
And the ending shot was for them to be in a heated kiss, two naked men locked together, who just couldn’t wait to get it on again.
That part was no problem, as Kyuhyun’s mouth fit to his like a dream. And maybe it was the aftermath of the orgasm, but it seemed like Kyuhyun kissed him a little softer. Hunger a little sated, but he still worked a moan from Kyuhyun as their tongues sought each other out.
“Okay, guys. That’s a wrap for today. Good job.”
Not yet, he thought, smoothing down Kyuhyun’s wet head. And Kyuhyun’s hand scraped along his shoulder, but it wasn’t to push him away. Sexy little sound as he sucked in Kyuhyun’s lower lip, Kyuhyun’s weight shifting him harder into Zhou Mi.
And they both gasped as the water turned off. Suddenly no more warmth, and a lot more cool air. And there was the assistant, standing there a little amused, with towels for them both.
Kyuhyun let go of him like he was poison, not meeting his eyes as they reached for the towels.
“Good job, sweetie,” he told Kyuhyun, wrapping himself up.
“Yeah, good job,” Kyuhyun murmured.
Zhou Mi went with his gut. “First time with a man?”
At that, Kyuhyun almost looked up at him, as their slippers were brought. “Besides the dildo they gave me to practice with.”
That made Zhou Mi doubly impressed. “If the cameras caught half of what I saw, you have a future in this. As long as I didn’t scare you away.”
“No, you were fine. I didn’t know if I’d have to pretend not to hurt or not. So, thanks.”
“I like taking care of gorgeous guys,” Zhou Mi told him, and swore he nearly got a blush. “I’d definitely work with you again. And your voice is amazing. I could come just from listening to you moan.”
He wasn’t sure why he was pressing Kyuhyun quite so hard. Normally, it was over, and there was a little chitchat. Thanks for a good job and appreciation that it hadn’t been more difficult than it had to be. Then, finding out what was up next to be done.
“You need help getting loosened up for another shoot, you should give me a call. I work a mean dildo. Or whatever. Drinks, too.”
That last kiss. He could imagine horizontal, upside down, and backwards, and it still had him being turned on by Kyuhyun’s body. He didn’t always go home feeling like he owned the world of sexual satisfaction. He got off, was paid to, but there wasn’t always a connection. Not even want. Not like he’d felt from Kyuhyun.
But he made sure Kyuhyun didn’t leave without his card, hoping at the very least that Kyuhyun left with a good impression. And if they worked together again - all the better.
***
Zhou Mi wasn’t sure who was more surprised - himself, when he realized it was Kyuhyun on the other end of the line, or Kyuhyun for having been answered. After a minute of awkward greetings and inquiries into general wellbeing, Kyuhyun cleared his throat.
“Did you want to meet for coffee?”
“I’d love that,” Zhou Mi said, voice infused with warmth. “When?”
And he agreed to the time and place, arriving just on time, to see Kyuhyun in jeans and a button-up shirt. Nothing groundbreaking or eye-catching. But it had him squirming inside. Kyuhyun’s face brightening with a smile. So they sat over drinks and talked. And Zhou Mi wasn’t sure what it was. A date, an outing because Kyuhyun needed a friend in the industry. It was not overtly one or the other, as they discussed both personal things, as well as work-related things. How long they’d been doing what they were, how they got started. Horror stories. The usual.
“Thanks for coming out to meet with me,” Kyuhyun said, smiling at him. “Maybe we could again sometime.”
“Definitely,” Zhou Mi agreed.
And when they parted, they were sure they had each other’s numbers. And Zhou Mi was just as confused. And instead of just having Kyuhyun’s body in his mind and his fantasies, he had his voice and his personality taking up space there as well.
***
Kyuhyun’s second invitation was a little breathless, awkward, and no less sweet. “I’m going out to the movies tonight. Uh. Did you want to go with me? Sorry it’s late notice, but-”
“No, I do!” Zhou Mi said, staring around him as though clothes were going to leap onto his body. “I haven’t been to a movie in ages.”
Not one he hadn’t starred in, anyway.
That was harder to construe as a friendly outing, but still didn’t totally cross the line into a date. The light touches to Kyuhyun’s arm during the movie weren’t entirely intended to be flirty. The reaction he got to them was telling, though. The first time, a little tenseness. The second, relaxation. And then moving into the touch as they laughed silently together. Being more confident that Zhou Mi wasn’t going to maul him, maybe. Not like they’d really touched much, since that kiss in the shower in front of a bunch of cameras.
Both a bit punch drunk as they reeled onto the sidewalk, almost bumping shoulders as they navigated back toward the subway.
“We should get something to drink,” Kyuhyun said. “Though I think we’ll handle the liquor better than that guy did!”
The one who had gotten fall-down drunk in the movie, and then started singing, only to give them both cringing secondhand embarrassment.
“A drink sounds like just what I need,” Zhou Mi said. And it wasn’t so much the alcohol as it was the possibility of spending a little more time with Kyuhyun.
“Oh, wait. I got a text during the movie. “Whatever it was, Kyuhyun didn’t look happy. “My mom wants me to go by their apartment before I go home. Can we do that another time? Sorry.”
“Sure, no problem.” It didn’t really matter when. The disappointment still hung heavy on him, as he waved at Kyuhyun when he left. Another day. Another time to see.
But he was the one who texted Kyuhyun fifteen minutes later.
“How about karaoke tomorrow?”
***
Kyuhyun, he discovered, had a better than average voice. Silky and deep, and if he’d been focusing much, it would’ve had his pants getting tight, despite having done a rather grueling shoot that afternoon. He had bottomed for the first time in a while, and it had been enthusiastic to a degree he wasn’t accustomed, leaving him wrung out and making it almost impossible to stay hard. By the time it had been his turn to come, the only thing he could think of to get off was Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun’s lips against his, smiling, before dropping down to take him in his mouth. And he’d finally, finally come at those thoughts more than at the nearly too-rough stroking from the other man. By then, his knees had been aching, tight, and weak, and his partner had slapped his butt and told him good job, before walking away without another word.
Zhou Mi had tried not to hobble off set, getting cleaned and dressed, before calling his agent and asking that there be no more like those. He couldn’t take it. There were times he felt helpless and degraded, and that afternoon had been one of them. He’d soaked in the hottest water he could stand until he was waterlogged, before dressing to meet Kyuhyun. Taking extra care with subtle makeup, and choosing clothes that skimmed his body. The rough handling and sub-par experience made his shoot with Kyuhyun seem even more stark. And if he was setting himself up for failure, he needed to find out before he did something stupid like fall in love with an act and a man that wanted nothing more than to be his friend.
Zhou Mi collapsed on the couch, laughing. “I can’t breathe. I can’t sing. What’s next?”
“I don’t know,” Kyuhyun said, swigging water. “Let’s see.”
Kyuhyun flipped through the book and Zhou Mi grimaced. He didn’t want to end the fun they were having, not for any reason. Almost an hour in, and they’d both sang their lungs out. Kyuhyun laughing with him, dancing. Responding to his teases. But the longer he let it go, the more he wondered. And the harder it was getting, and the harder it would get yet, if he were to have to let go.
“Kyuhyun, is this…” Zhou Mi paused. “Are you doing this just to be friends with me?”
Are you leading me on?
Kyuhyun’s face was sober when he looked up. “No. I mean. I’m trying to go slow. I know we fucked on set, but I don’t do relationships like that.”
Zhou Mi’s brain was going a thousand directions, and none of them were stable.
“I just wondered. Since you said you hadn’t been with any guys. So-“
“I was on a shoot the other day. With a woman. I thought about you to get hard.” And Kyuhyun said that without much shame at all.
“What’s new can be arousing,” Zhou Mi said cautiously. It might be a nice lark, but he wasn’t really out to indulge a curiosity. If Kyuhyun was into him, great. If he wasn’t sure, they needed to step back and do some thinking.
“You’re not the first man I’ve fantasized about, or kissed,” Kyuhyun said. “Just the first one I had sex with. I’m into girls, but… I’m really into you.”
Zhou Mi shuddered a little, as Kyuhyun touched his hand. Odd he could feel like he was totally out of control from such a little touch, when he got naked routinely in front of a camera.
“I really like you,” Zhou Mi said.
And Kyuhyun grinned. “I like you, too. And I do want to sleep with you again. Maybe on a bed. And just us. Though, if they wanted me to do another shoot with you, I would. Probably not another guy, though.”
It sent a thrill through Zhou Mi like nothing else.
“I want that, too.”
So they both knew what they were getting into, as Kyuhyun put the book aside and settled beside him. Zhou Mi sighed with delight as Kyuhyun cupped his jaw, and kissed him. Like he’d been waiting years for that. It was difficult not to just pull Kyuhyun into his lap and squeeze him in two. But somehow he managed to resist.
After a few more kisses anyway.
***
And they did get contracted to do a full shoot again, together. Not just one, but a full DVD worth, because a wise producer spotted the chemistry in their shower scene and decided to run with it. They had their scenarios, Kyuhyun doing an admirable job in one scene at pretending it was the first time he was being penetrated, when Zhou Mi was clearly getting that with regularity. It was nice, having intimate knowledge of his lover. Knowing not all of Kyuhyun’s moans were just for show.
The extra movie was just a simple shoot. Them in bed, making love. The most real thing they’d done on a set, ever. Kyuhyun smiled at him after, his belly wet with their come. And Zhou Mi knew he was in love.
It was the company’s highest selling film to date.
Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun never did another film, not together anyway. What they had together was for themselves alone.
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Smut prompts - see individual prompt for what it is.
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Prompt: QMi, non-AU but several years after SuJu disbands. Cuddles and kisses and sleepy morning sex. Breakfast in bed would be adorable. Totally up to you if they're actually living together or just visiting, what they're doing career-wise and all that.
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Zhou Mi had been awake and up for fifteen minutes before he heard Kyuhyun stirring. Hard to sit still, the waiting in the corner of their room and watching Kyuhyun sleep. He might have, subtly, rocked the bed to get Kyuhyun to wake a little faster, but that understandable. Kyuhyun yawned, getting out of bed like a rumpled lion in all his naked glory. Staring blearily at Zhou Mi for a moment before shuffling into the bathroom. Zhou Mi chuckled, and slid back under the covers, naked himself, and waiting for Kyuhyun to return. Knowing he would, sliding back under the covers and pressing up against Zhou Mi’s side.
“Morning,” Zhou Mi said against his face.
“Brr,” Kyuhyun responded.
He loved Kyuhyun’s current haircut. A bit short and flippy, it showed his face and forehead. A far cry from the curls of years before. A man that could turn him on naked, as he could with the staid suits and sweaters Kyuhyun wore to perform. The women liked it, too. Kyuhyun looked amazing in whatever. And Kyuhyun was growing wise to Zhou Mi’s hunger as he sighed at Zhou Mi’s mouth against his neck. Still a bit sleepy as they wound around each other. And Kyuhyun nudged in, meeting his mouth and getting a thigh over Zhou Mi’s hip. Arousal was almost second place to the holding, the conversation Kyuhyun seemed to be having with his mouth. He hardly remembered what kissing was like, before Kyuhyun.
“How do you want it?”
“Let me this morning,” Zhou Mi said. “I want to be inside you. See your face.”
“Have at me, tiger,” Kyuhyun joked, and eased Zhou Mi above him.
It was like a ritual, like bathing, eating, breathing. Kyuhyun’s mouth giving against his, as Zhou Mi slicked his fingers. Kyuhyun was still sleep-warm, and languid, and they had years of knowledge. Kyuhyun’s hips lifted and gave to his entry, as soon as Zhou Mi was hard enough to slide. Muffled encouragement against his mouth as Kyuhyun kneaded through his hair.
“Did you get bigger during the night?” Kyuhyun asked, as Zhou Mi began to rock into him.
“I bet you say that to all the boys,” Zhou Mi teased.
“You bet your scrawny ass I do.”
“Hey,” Zhou Mi said, bumping their chins together. “You like my ass. That’s why you have enough for both of us.”
It was, in fact, possible to have a slapping, romping tickle fight when engaged in a man’s body. It just meant being really careful about it, like having his hips flush up against Kyuhyun, so there was no awkward bending. And he didn’t let his mind go further than that, wanting to keep hard. No emergency room trips on a special morning. No trips for any purpose like that at all, ever.
They were jokes that never got old, no matter how many times they teased.
Kyuhyun was panting, laughing, chest flushing as Zhou Mi pressed kisses across his collarbones.
“If I was inside you right now, all bets would be off, buddy.”
Zhou Mi smiled. “Remember that for next time.”
“I will.”
“Are you betting on or off my ass?”
Kyuhyun’s hips angled up, just as Zhou Mi was thrusting, causing them both to gasp. “In it,” Kyuhyun whispered.
There was lust between them. He saw it in Kyuhyun’s eyes. The way they touched, and laughed, and played. The way Kyuhyun’s eyes closed as Zhou Mi kissed his throat, and the moans that they drew out together. The ripple of Kyuhyun’s belly as they moved in unison, as Zhou Mi began to stroke Kyuhyun. Inside, and out.
Love, in the way Kyuhyun stroked his back, cradled his face. They didn’t always want at the same time, in the same way. But when they did, it was beautiful. Beautiful like the first time Kyuhyun had called his name during an orgasm, foreheads nearly smashing as Kyuhyun came over his hand.
Beautiful like every time after.
Not like it was perfect all the time either. Like that morning, he wanted to watch Kyuhyun come for him. And he did, albeit in the haze of his own orgasm, as Kyuhyun took over stroking from Zhou Mi’s hand. And Zhou Mi felt the wave, saw Kyuhyun tip over. And the aftermath as Kyuhyun smiled his pleasure. Lazy quirk of lips that was as gorgeous that day as it had been five, ten years before.
“Don’t look so smug,” Kyuhyun admonished.
They laughed into the kiss, and he smoothed back Kyuhyun’s hair so he could see every inch of his face. Features a bit finer than when they were younger. Still the most arresting man he’d ever known.
“I love you,” he said, kissing Kyuhyun again.
“Love you, too, you big sap,” Kyuhyun muttered. But Kyuhyun wasn’t long for consciousness, as Zhou Mi eased away, and climbed out of their bed and covered him.
He left Kyuhyun there, with the sheet and blanket over him. Wishing he could crawl right back in bed and inhale against Kyuhyun’s hair until he fell back asleep. But there was a second phase to his plan. A plan that was not supposed to include him singeing his finger on the edge of the waffle iron. He ran cold water on it, and sucked at his wound while finishing the tray. Waffle, syrup. Fruit. Mug of juice, because it was more stable. Nothing sappy like a flower, or piece of jewelry. He had something more important.
He carried it carefully, nudging at Kyuhyun with his knee.
“Wake up, lazy. Here’s your breakfast.”
Kyuhyun squinted up at him through one eye, and then at the tray.
“Wuzzit?”
“Waffle. Sit up.”
A waffle with pre-made mix was one thing he could manage to make without complaint, at least. A little more special than a bowl of cold cereal. But Kyuhyun obeyed, sitting far enough for Zhou Mi to get the tray onto his lap.
“Wow, breakfast in bread. What are we celebrating? Is it our honeymoon and I didn’t know it?”
He waited, until Kyuhyun took a bite and declared it good. Waited, because he almost couldn’t speak, seeing Kyuhyun’s face. But finally, he did.
“My visa got renewed,” Zhou Mi said.
Kyuhyun paused with a piece of waffle halfway to his mouth. “What? Holy fuck. When?”
“Yesterday.”
“And you didn’t tell me last night? I’m going to give you a waffle facial.”
“No, no,” Zhou Mi laughed, holding up his hands. “That’s why I stayed out so late. I’ve wanted to do this for you ever since I applied. It killed me.”
He always worried. They both did. And that was why he was making such a big deal out of it. It guaranteed them more time.
“We should’ve have sex after you told me,” Kyuhyun muttered around another bite. Nothing was distracting Kyuhyun from his food.
“We still can,” Zhou Mi said, grinning. “If you’re up for it.”
The significant eyebrow waggle had Kyuhyun’s mouth thinning.
“Ha ha. Very funny,” Kyuhyun grumbled. “And you didn’t even get a tissue to wipe me off with. This sheet is gluing itself to my stomach. You were born in a barn.”
“But you still love me.”
“Your looks have something to do with that.” And Kyuhyun’s eyes raked down Zhou Mi’s body, still naked where he sat beside him. “How are you more sexy at 35 than you were at 25?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Zhou Mi said, kissing Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and negating his complaint. Things had been in the air for a while after Kyuhyun had finished his military service. Coming back to a solo album, with a few collaborations with band members. His second album, Zhou Mi had been brought in to help write lyrics for the Chinese tracks. Reconnecting. Long hours in the studio, listening to Kyuhyun sing. Kyuhyun’s eyes as he took correction, and tried again. Long nights eating, drinking together. Laughing and remembering the past. Good times. Bad times.
The first time Kyuhyun had kissed him, it had seemed like some kind of fantasy, in the back of a dark-windowed van and tasting of soju.
“I’ve forgotten all my Mandarin,” Kyuhyun had told him.
“I’ll teach you,” Zhou Mi had promised. And had taught him, skin to skin.
His voice on Kyuhyun’s album. Personal translator, collaborator, practically Kyuhyun’s manager by the time the staff had clued in. Not like Zhou Mi didn’t have a career, too, as MC, and host, and model, with numerous written songs, and an album of his own. But that had been five years ago. Albums, and apartments, jobs, events, and hundreds of plane rides later. They’d changed. Their location had changed. And for all that they lived together, slept together, they still weren’t the closest of the members. It was hard to turn on the TV on most days and not see a familiar face. Random texts, and phone calls kept them close. Pictures, of wives, of children. They made a point to go and see each new baby.
Kyuhyun’s response to the first one had been quite decided - he and Henry weren’t the youngest any more. The kid could make the ramen now.
It had brought tears - of laughter.
And Zhou Mi had gotten confirmation that he could stay unhindered, sharing it with Kyuhyun who had syrup dribbling down his chin. He could stay where his career was. Where his heart was.
***
Prompt: Qmi, AU, Kyu is a college student studying for exams and passes out (naked if you want!) because he's so tired, and Zhou Mi decides to wake him up. Smut!!:D
***
Kyuhyun naked, asleep next to his books and glasses was one eyebrow-raising scene of Zhou Mi’s day. Finals were upcoming, so he knew Kyuhyun was studying. Zhou Mi smiled, bending to kiss Kyuhyun’s cheek.
“Wake up. Study time.”
Kyuhyun groaned, swatting, and rolled over.
“Hey. I’ll have sex with you if you pass,” Zhou Mi promised.
Kyuhyun’s suspicion was incredibly cute. Eyes opened unevenly, mouth pursed.
“You’ll have sex with me anyway. Cheer-up sex. I’ll suck you off,” Kyuhyun seemed to decide.
“I don’t think that’s going to help you study,” Zhou Mi laughed.
“Sure it will,” Kyuhyun said, popping the button of Zhou Mi’s fly. “You’ll feel obligated to do me, then.”
“Still not studying.”
But the protest was little but sound. His boyfriend sitting up, tugging him close. The expanse of naked skin didn’t hurt either. And the enticing wet, sucking mouth. Kyuhyun waking, and waking Zhou Mi as well. He grew hard against Kyuhyun’s tongue, his moans. Catching a glimpse of Kyuhyun stroking himself, as he rocked into Kyuhyun’s mouth. Enough to have him gasping, braced on Kyuhyun’s shoulders as he came.
And Zhou Mi became a human study card right after. That was love.
***
Prompt: a new coordi noona messed up on Kyu's jean size, too small. with no other pairs of pants around he is forced to wear them. or at least try to get them on. Zhou Mi tries to help, hilarity ensues.
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“They don’t fit,” Kyuhyun said, a little bit panicked.
“Are you-?” Zhou Mi started asking, but stopped when he saw that Kyuhyun’s pants were caught mid-butt.
“These must be for you.”
But Zhou Mi had squeezed in also. “Take off your underwear?”
Kyuhyun huffed, but wriggled back out. Giving Zhou Mi quite a show.
The pants went up, but from there Kyuhyun had troubles. It made Zhou Mi bite his lip and step forward to help. Reaching around to grab Kyuhyun’s back waistband, and jerk it up. Jerking Kyuhyun into him in the process.
Kyuhyun, encased in denim, Zhou Mi saw fondly. But part of him hadn’t made it into the pants. He wiggled Kyuhyun’s erection between his fingers.
“This won’t fit if you’re hard,” he teased.
“Your fault for jerking me around. Since you’re being so helpful..?”
Only fair to take care of the problem he’d caused. Pinning Kyuhyun to the wall so he could muffle his moans with kisses that had his own pants in danger. He loved Kyuhyun like that. Horny, a little desperate. Hard, and pressed against him. Kyuhyun’s eyelids fluttered as he came - very carefully - into a tissue.
And Kyuhyun’s pants closed just fine.
***
Prompt: Kyuhyun pursues Zhou Mi. Mi thinks he's kidding or its a bad idea until one night he wakes up with Kyu in his bed. Smut!
***
Hey, we should get dinner one day, you and me. Kyuhyun says while they’re walking at the park.
Want to see a movie with me? While they’re eating.
I wouldn’t make that bad of a boyfriend. Jockeying for the bathroom.
I think you’re really sexy, too. While they’re drinking, after the third guy hits on Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi doesn’t really take it to heart. Kyuhyun is a cute roommate, funny and a little dorky. Kind, and a terrible cook, and often disappears with his computer for hours. Zhou Mi at first feels like he’s Kyuhyun’s older brother. There are the episodes where Kyuhyun’s towel slips, and when Kyuhyun’s mouth curves just so. When Kyuhyun looks sexy, like someone Zhou Mi wants to kiss. Times when they’re out together when he has to brush aside speculating what they’d be like together. In bed and out. Not because he doesn’t want it. But because he’s never sure that Kyuhyun does.
The bed rocks, and Zhou Mi wakes. Breathy inhale, an unfamiliar hand on his bare stomach.
He inhales, smells what is so familiar to him. Kyuhyun.
“Kyuhyun, is something wrong?”
He hears Kyuhyun swallow. “Do you find me unattractive?”
Zhou Mi’s heart leaps. “What? No.”
“Someone you wouldn’t ever date?”
“Kyuhyun?”
“I keep dropping hints, and you don’t-“
Zhou Mi gasps, Kyuhyun’s thumb scraping over a nipple.
Kyuhyun’s voice is low, so much closer than before. “Would you want to date me or not?”
Zhou Mi fights the giggle, knowing that’s not the response that Kyuhyun wants, and not the response that will have Kyuhyun staying.
“Since you ask like that,” Zhou Mi says a little coyly. “I’d like that. But why attack me at night?”
“Er.” Kyuhyun pauses, and Zhou Mi can almost hear the blush. “Maybe little crazy. Like I’d have to…persuade you.”
Zhou Mi turns, reaching for Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and surprises himself. Very surprised, when he finds nothing but bare skin, going lower, and lower.
“Why don’t you show me how?” he suggests, and tips his face into Kyuhyun’s hand.
Kyuhyun kisses his chin first, and Zhou Mi finds himself unsure if it’s a deliberate miss, or not. But the second falls on his lips, and he has a flash of every smile Kyuhyun has sent him. Sweet, naughty, gleeful. Those are the lips he’s kissing, Kyuhyun pulling him in almost painfully with his hair. At least, until they shift, and turn, Kyuhyun’s arm around his neck, and chest against his. Thigh sliding against thigh, Kyuhyun moving tentatively in a way so unlike Kyuhyun.
He is, after all, in Zhou Mi’s bed.
“This is a little fast,” Kyuhyun says on a hiccing little laugh that has Zhou Mi’s heart skipping.
“You’re the one who came here naked,” Zhou Mi tells him. Naked, with a thigh creeping over Zhou Mi’s hip. Going hard, a little desperate and breathless, lusty and sweet as Kyuhyun gives to his kiss. It seems a shame to send Kyuhyun away unsatisfied.
Kyuhyun’s back arches as Zhou Mi runs gently fingers along his erection. Fast or not, it’s happening.
“Touch me, too,” Zhou Mi urges. Not quite begging. Hoping. As Kyuhyun does just that.
Shifting together, lip dragging against lip. Not the dance of strangers, but of friends, lovers. Roommates. Needing. Losing focus between Kyuhyun’s stroking hand and mouth. Feeling Kyuhyun come for him. And the soaring satisfaction, when he comes for Kyuhyun.
I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. Zhou Mi’s confession.
What should we do tomorrow? Zhou Mi’s offer.
Stay.
***
Prompt: AU!pornstars (QMI). They have to film a steamy shower scene. top!mi
***
Zhou Mi didn’t typically ask if his coworkers were attracted to men. Even if they were, there was no guarantee if they were attracted to him. Typically, it didn’t much matter unless they couldn’t get hard, and that wasn’t a unique problem. It was all a show, much of it an act. Such was the magic of porn, of filming something that was for someone else’s gratification. He had a new costar that day, a man he’d not heard of. The buzz on set was that the man came from straight porn, and had gotten called to do a shoot with Zhou Mi because of his looks. Or, because of one look of him in particular.
“Not going to have to do much work,” the assistant said, nodding over to where Kyuhyun was getting ready. “Looks like that ass is going to do it all for you.”
He just smirked, and admired what was clearly going to be an asset to their shoot before he was patted and powdered. That was something he could definitely get hard for. And looks were one thing, but personality was another. How well they worked off each other on set, that’d be key. Somehow they’d get through it no matter what. Something that could be cut to be arousing was all that mattered.
When he had the luxury of it, he liked to get himself hard, leaving the pants for the shoot unbuttoned as he idly rubbed and considered as Kyuhyun was buttoned into a cheap-looking suit. Kyuhyun didn’t have to be hard for the start of it, but Zhou Mi would need to. And they had a scant few minutes to chat, face to face.
“I’m Zhou Mi,” he said, and Kyuhyun shook his hand.
“Kyuhyun. Nice to meet you.”
Nice voice. Much of that and Zhou Mi would have even less trouble getting into it.
“If things get out of control, squeeze my hand, and I’ll slow down for you,” Zhou Mi said softly. “We’ll know, but the camera doesn’t have to.”
Kyuhyun nodded. “Okay, thanks.”
“Good luck,” Zhou Mi said, and stepped back to take his place.
The plot of the film wasn’t so complicated. Two office workers sharing a motel room. One, Kyuhyun, not knowing that his roommate was attracted to him and that he’d be jumped in the shower. They did a couple of dialogue shots, just to establish that. Zhou Mi with a laptop, lounging on one of the “motel” beds with his erection craftily both hidden and displayed. Basic work conference things to give setting. Then they moved sets, to the bathroom. Where Kyuhyun, unassuming, was to leave the bathroom door open, so that Zhou Mi could stand outside of it and watch him strip in preparation for a shower. That right there was impetus enough for Zhou Mi to make a decision, to strip himself and join Kyuhyun in the shower, where the seduction and the sex would take place. And that was it.
Zhou Mi was posed so a camera could get his facial expressions as Kyuhyun began to disrobe. His tie, and shirt. Solid little body, Zhou Mi thought, licking his lips as Kyuhyun’s pants lowered, exposing his pretty, light blue briefs. An ass that didn’t quit, as they’d been admiring earlier. It was no problem, and hardly a trial to reach down and start massaging himself through his slacks. As though the sight of Kyuhyun’s body turned him on far too much to stop. He was still partially hard, but he used his fingers specifically to trace the outline of his cock, so there was no doubt that he was hard from watching Kyuhyun’s innocent, if sexy, strip show. Kyuhyun examined his face in the mirror for a moment, and turned toward the shower. Sliding back the glass to test the water temperature, before turning on the spray. And he glanced, seeing a close-up of Kyuhyun’s backside on the camera monitor. A nod from the director had Zhou Mi in motion, letting his jacket drop, and shirt. Pausing at the door of the bathroom with its moveable sides, so that it looked as though he was hesitating. Touching himself and watching Kyuhyun through the glass as he showered.
But Zhou Mi’s pants and underwear dropped, too. And everything paused, as cameras were rearranged. Shots of Zhou Mi being aroused before he slid back the glass, and Kyuhyun’s shock.
“What..?”
“I thought we could save water,” Zhou Mi said, stepping in with him and giving Kyuhyun nowhere to go. Not that they’d be saving any water at all. “Here, let me help.”
Kyuhyun’s objections were perfunctory, letting Zhou Mi take the washcloth from him. They took it nice and slow, foreplay, or it was supposed to be to Zhou Mi. Him almost gentling Kyuhyun, running his hands, the soap, over Kyuhyun’s wet body. Using the washcloth, a show that he was doing what he was supposed to. All the while asking Kyuhyun little questions.
“That feel good?”
“Mm,” Kyuhyun responded, arching his back as the washcloth dipped from his lower back and onto his ass. Zhou Mi switched to his hand then, a not so subtle grope. Letting his lips curve as he moaned softly. A nice little show for the camera above the water’s spray, as he kneaded Kyuhyun’s very delectable ass.
“I love to jerk off in the shower,” Zhou Mi said. “Don’t you? Why don’t I help you? You’ll feel better after. It’s just two guys taking care of each other. See, doesn’t that feel good.”
Zhou Mi was gratified to find that Kyuhyun had begun to stiffen, even before he’d started to toy with him. Maybe the situation, which could be erotic outside of the fact that they had a crew on their every move. Or the kissing, or the touching, or the excitement. But Kyuhyun moaned for his touch, bracing himself on the shower side and letting Zhou Mi make him feel good. By the time Zhou Mi pulled back, Kyuhyun’s cock was staring to stand on its own. Not all the way, but irrefutably aroused.
“Touch me, too,” Zhou Mi urged. And he tangled Kyuhyun’s long fingers with his for a moment. Wrapping them, a bit cool, around him before his erection could flag too far without stimulation. Kyuhyun stroked, tentatively at first, before shifting, getting into it. As though the cock in his hand fascinated him. But Zhou Mi’s focus was on Kyuhyun’s mouth. Reaching out to touch.
He wondered what it’d be like to have his come dripping off those lips, as he dragged his finger across them. And he hoped the camera picked up that nuance on his face, because if he tried to look any hungrier, he’d be drooling like a wolf. But the look Kyuhyun met his eyes with was confused, and vaguely unsure, and Zhou Mi wasn’t positive that Kyuhyun was acting.
And that mouth parted for his immediately, as he leaned for a kiss, teasing out Kyuhyun’s tongue. Urging Kyuhyun to keep stroking him, as he took up a rhythm of his own on Kyuhyun’s cock. Getting them both hard, eager. Kyuhyun was engorged, and just ripe to be sucked on, but the script hadn’t called for that. But it was regret that had him pulling away from the wet kisses, and letting Kyuhyun’s cock arch as it wanted, when their director gave them the signal.
“I want to come on your pretty ass,” he said, and the roughness of his voice wasn’t a show. He shifted Kyuhyun, got him turned so he was facing the cameras the right way. So he was braced against a wall, with his hips out for Zhou Mi to grab. There were condoms, lube, in the shower tray, not because everyone had them but for expediency’s sake. Kyuhyun needed to be interested if not hard as they fucked and he could see Kyuhyun’s arm moving. And he also knew that Kyuhyun had been prepped beforehand. Prepped so that Zhou Mi’s slick fingers got a gasp and a moan, probing and insisting on entrance. It was Kyuhyun who did all the acting of what it felt like. Zhou Mi only worked off of him.
“Yeah, baby. You’re so tight. You’ll love this.”
He let his fingers rub inside Kyuhyun, hoping to stimulate him a little until he got the go-ahead to slip the condom on and and rub his covered cock for a moment against Kyuhyun’s ass. Swallowing, preparing himself, and pressing in, waiting for the give of Kyuhyun’s body. The rising moans he heard, as it sounded like Kyuhyun was nearly in pain. Adding lube and moving, until he was fully seated in Kyuhyun’s body.
There were moans of his own. The ass he was stroking into wasn’t just luxurious, it was deluxe. And the only way he couldn’t have enjoyed doing it, was if he was dead. He made sure to vary his speed, and his faces, so with different camera angles, they could make it seem like they had been fucking for hours.
“Your ass is fantastic, baby,” Zhou Mi said. Not in the script, but he was allowed a few ad libs.
Kyuhyun whimpered. “I’m so hard. You’re fucking me, and I’m so hard.”
Not sterling dialogue, the script. But whatever got people off.
“I’ll make you come,” Zhou Mi promised him, and they worked in an endless concert of moans and undulations, and sex talk. Zhou Mi rubbed one hand over Kyuhyun’s chest, flicking and squeezing his nipples. Teasing his stomach near where Kyuhyun was still stroking himself.
“Any time,” Zhou Mi heard the director say, and was glad, as he was reaching his limit. They shifted into high gear.
“Come for me, come on, come for me,” Zhou Mi urged, their hips slapping together.
And he knew it almost before Kyuhyun’s mouth opened, gasping. “I’m coming!”
Zhou Mi’s hand went down immediately, slapping away Kyuhyun’s hand so the last minute of stroking was Zhou Mi alone. So when Kyuhyun came, and Zhou Mi couldn’t see, it was because of Zhou Mi’s hand, and Zhou Mi’s fucking. Kyuhyun moaned and arched, and Zhou Mi imagined what his cock looked like. Feeling semen against his fingers, and using it as he stroked Kyuhyun through his orgasm.
And he let Kyuhyun’s moans be sweet music as he began fucking in earnest, for his own reward.
“Ah. Ah, coming!”
Zhou Mi gasped, the condom falling from numb fingers as he stroked himself quickly. Not so much luxuriating in the orgasm as he was forcing it.
But he did come, the sight of Kyuhyun’s pretty mouth, and ass still presented to him, doing their job. Close enough, that as his semen fell, it landed on Kyuhyun’s back. Standing alone, and mixing with the water droplets there. And he backed up a step, breathing, letting the cameras take a nice clear shot before receiving the go-ahead. Reaching and tracing his fingers through it, making patterns on Kyuhyun’s skin like he was marking him.
“Looks like you need another shower,” Zhou Mi said.
And it was Kyuhyun’s cue to stand, turn back to him. Move into him like he was hungry for more.
“Why don’t we?” Kyuhyun said.
And the ending shot was for them to be in a heated kiss, two naked men locked together, who just couldn’t wait to get it on again.
That part was no problem, as Kyuhyun’s mouth fit to his like a dream. And maybe it was the aftermath of the orgasm, but it seemed like Kyuhyun kissed him a little softer. Hunger a little sated, but he still worked a moan from Kyuhyun as their tongues sought each other out.
“Okay, guys. That’s a wrap for today. Good job.”
Not yet, he thought, smoothing down Kyuhyun’s wet head. And Kyuhyun’s hand scraped along his shoulder, but it wasn’t to push him away. Sexy little sound as he sucked in Kyuhyun’s lower lip, Kyuhyun’s weight shifting him harder into Zhou Mi.
And they both gasped as the water turned off. Suddenly no more warmth, and a lot more cool air. And there was the assistant, standing there a little amused, with towels for them both.
Kyuhyun let go of him like he was poison, not meeting his eyes as they reached for the towels.
“Good job, sweetie,” he told Kyuhyun, wrapping himself up.
“Yeah, good job,” Kyuhyun murmured.
Zhou Mi went with his gut. “First time with a man?”
At that, Kyuhyun almost looked up at him, as their slippers were brought. “Besides the dildo they gave me to practice with.”
That made Zhou Mi doubly impressed. “If the cameras caught half of what I saw, you have a future in this. As long as I didn’t scare you away.”
“No, you were fine. I didn’t know if I’d have to pretend not to hurt or not. So, thanks.”
“I like taking care of gorgeous guys,” Zhou Mi told him, and swore he nearly got a blush. “I’d definitely work with you again. And your voice is amazing. I could come just from listening to you moan.”
He wasn’t sure why he was pressing Kyuhyun quite so hard. Normally, it was over, and there was a little chitchat. Thanks for a good job and appreciation that it hadn’t been more difficult than it had to be. Then, finding out what was up next to be done.
“You need help getting loosened up for another shoot, you should give me a call. I work a mean dildo. Or whatever. Drinks, too.”
That last kiss. He could imagine horizontal, upside down, and backwards, and it still had him being turned on by Kyuhyun’s body. He didn’t always go home feeling like he owned the world of sexual satisfaction. He got off, was paid to, but there wasn’t always a connection. Not even want. Not like he’d felt from Kyuhyun.
But he made sure Kyuhyun didn’t leave without his card, hoping at the very least that Kyuhyun left with a good impression. And if they worked together again - all the better.
***
Zhou Mi wasn’t sure who was more surprised - himself, when he realized it was Kyuhyun on the other end of the line, or Kyuhyun for having been answered. After a minute of awkward greetings and inquiries into general wellbeing, Kyuhyun cleared his throat.
“Did you want to meet for coffee?”
“I’d love that,” Zhou Mi said, voice infused with warmth. “When?”
And he agreed to the time and place, arriving just on time, to see Kyuhyun in jeans and a button-up shirt. Nothing groundbreaking or eye-catching. But it had him squirming inside. Kyuhyun’s face brightening with a smile. So they sat over drinks and talked. And Zhou Mi wasn’t sure what it was. A date, an outing because Kyuhyun needed a friend in the industry. It was not overtly one or the other, as they discussed both personal things, as well as work-related things. How long they’d been doing what they were, how they got started. Horror stories. The usual.
“Thanks for coming out to meet with me,” Kyuhyun said, smiling at him. “Maybe we could again sometime.”
“Definitely,” Zhou Mi agreed.
And when they parted, they were sure they had each other’s numbers. And Zhou Mi was just as confused. And instead of just having Kyuhyun’s body in his mind and his fantasies, he had his voice and his personality taking up space there as well.
***
Kyuhyun’s second invitation was a little breathless, awkward, and no less sweet. “I’m going out to the movies tonight. Uh. Did you want to go with me? Sorry it’s late notice, but-”
“No, I do!” Zhou Mi said, staring around him as though clothes were going to leap onto his body. “I haven’t been to a movie in ages.”
Not one he hadn’t starred in, anyway.
That was harder to construe as a friendly outing, but still didn’t totally cross the line into a date. The light touches to Kyuhyun’s arm during the movie weren’t entirely intended to be flirty. The reaction he got to them was telling, though. The first time, a little tenseness. The second, relaxation. And then moving into the touch as they laughed silently together. Being more confident that Zhou Mi wasn’t going to maul him, maybe. Not like they’d really touched much, since that kiss in the shower in front of a bunch of cameras.
Both a bit punch drunk as they reeled onto the sidewalk, almost bumping shoulders as they navigated back toward the subway.
“We should get something to drink,” Kyuhyun said. “Though I think we’ll handle the liquor better than that guy did!”
The one who had gotten fall-down drunk in the movie, and then started singing, only to give them both cringing secondhand embarrassment.
“A drink sounds like just what I need,” Zhou Mi said. And it wasn’t so much the alcohol as it was the possibility of spending a little more time with Kyuhyun.
“Oh, wait. I got a text during the movie. “Whatever it was, Kyuhyun didn’t look happy. “My mom wants me to go by their apartment before I go home. Can we do that another time? Sorry.”
“Sure, no problem.” It didn’t really matter when. The disappointment still hung heavy on him, as he waved at Kyuhyun when he left. Another day. Another time to see.
But he was the one who texted Kyuhyun fifteen minutes later.
“How about karaoke tomorrow?”
***
Kyuhyun, he discovered, had a better than average voice. Silky and deep, and if he’d been focusing much, it would’ve had his pants getting tight, despite having done a rather grueling shoot that afternoon. He had bottomed for the first time in a while, and it had been enthusiastic to a degree he wasn’t accustomed, leaving him wrung out and making it almost impossible to stay hard. By the time it had been his turn to come, the only thing he could think of to get off was Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun’s lips against his, smiling, before dropping down to take him in his mouth. And he’d finally, finally come at those thoughts more than at the nearly too-rough stroking from the other man. By then, his knees had been aching, tight, and weak, and his partner had slapped his butt and told him good job, before walking away without another word.
Zhou Mi had tried not to hobble off set, getting cleaned and dressed, before calling his agent and asking that there be no more like those. He couldn’t take it. There were times he felt helpless and degraded, and that afternoon had been one of them. He’d soaked in the hottest water he could stand until he was waterlogged, before dressing to meet Kyuhyun. Taking extra care with subtle makeup, and choosing clothes that skimmed his body. The rough handling and sub-par experience made his shoot with Kyuhyun seem even more stark. And if he was setting himself up for failure, he needed to find out before he did something stupid like fall in love with an act and a man that wanted nothing more than to be his friend.
Zhou Mi collapsed on the couch, laughing. “I can’t breathe. I can’t sing. What’s next?”
“I don’t know,” Kyuhyun said, swigging water. “Let’s see.”
Kyuhyun flipped through the book and Zhou Mi grimaced. He didn’t want to end the fun they were having, not for any reason. Almost an hour in, and they’d both sang their lungs out. Kyuhyun laughing with him, dancing. Responding to his teases. But the longer he let it go, the more he wondered. And the harder it was getting, and the harder it would get yet, if he were to have to let go.
“Kyuhyun, is this…” Zhou Mi paused. “Are you doing this just to be friends with me?”
Are you leading me on?
Kyuhyun’s face was sober when he looked up. “No. I mean. I’m trying to go slow. I know we fucked on set, but I don’t do relationships like that.”
Zhou Mi’s brain was going a thousand directions, and none of them were stable.
“I just wondered. Since you said you hadn’t been with any guys. So-“
“I was on a shoot the other day. With a woman. I thought about you to get hard.” And Kyuhyun said that without much shame at all.
“What’s new can be arousing,” Zhou Mi said cautiously. It might be a nice lark, but he wasn’t really out to indulge a curiosity. If Kyuhyun was into him, great. If he wasn’t sure, they needed to step back and do some thinking.
“You’re not the first man I’ve fantasized about, or kissed,” Kyuhyun said. “Just the first one I had sex with. I’m into girls, but… I’m really into you.”
Zhou Mi shuddered a little, as Kyuhyun touched his hand. Odd he could feel like he was totally out of control from such a little touch, when he got naked routinely in front of a camera.
“I really like you,” Zhou Mi said.
And Kyuhyun grinned. “I like you, too. And I do want to sleep with you again. Maybe on a bed. And just us. Though, if they wanted me to do another shoot with you, I would. Probably not another guy, though.”
It sent a thrill through Zhou Mi like nothing else.
“I want that, too.”
So they both knew what they were getting into, as Kyuhyun put the book aside and settled beside him. Zhou Mi sighed with delight as Kyuhyun cupped his jaw, and kissed him. Like he’d been waiting years for that. It was difficult not to just pull Kyuhyun into his lap and squeeze him in two. But somehow he managed to resist.
After a few more kisses anyway.
***
And they did get contracted to do a full shoot again, together. Not just one, but a full DVD worth, because a wise producer spotted the chemistry in their shower scene and decided to run with it. They had their scenarios, Kyuhyun doing an admirable job in one scene at pretending it was the first time he was being penetrated, when Zhou Mi was clearly getting that with regularity. It was nice, having intimate knowledge of his lover. Knowing not all of Kyuhyun’s moans were just for show.
The extra movie was just a simple shoot. Them in bed, making love. The most real thing they’d done on a set, ever. Kyuhyun smiled at him after, his belly wet with their come. And Zhou Mi knew he was in love.
It was the company’s highest selling film to date.
Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun never did another film, not together anyway. What they had together was for themselves alone.
***