[Fic] Again
Title: Again
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations, spanking
Prompt: Qmi smut with bdsm and spanking as punishment (bottom!kyu please~)
***
Do that again.
Kyuhyun liked it. It could almost be said that he loved it. But without the first, that like, Zhou Mi would have never even thought to do half the things they did. And they were so accidental, sometimes, finding something that turned them on.
Kyuhyun might have endured it now and again for Zhou Mi’s sake, just as Zhou Mi might have for Kyuhyun. It would not have been a mark of weakness, or a breaking of trust. Their boundaries were largely unwritten, forged in hours of trial and laughter and need. What was forgotten, was reminded. There were moments of temper, soothed.
It was ironically one of those moments of Zhou Mi being skeeved - Kyuhyun knew he didn’t like a tongue in his ear though anywhere on and around was fine - that led to finding out something about themselves. Kyuhyun didn’t have a lapse in remembering Zhou Mi’s preference as much as he slipped. He knew by Kyuhyun’s laugh that he was apologizing even as Zhou Mi shuddered.
And the flat of Zhou Mi’s hand came down on Kyuhyun’s ass. Just a friendly, joking reminder, better than the not-so-friendly growls Kyuhyun sometimes let out when Zhou Mi got a little over-zealous with his tickling.
And Kyuhyun’s breath wheezed from him, his hips nudging, sliding as far into Zhou Mi as he could go while suddenly breathing into the pillow beside Zhou Mi’s head.
“Sorry, did that hurt?” he was quick to ask.
Sometimes Kyuhyun, with the unerring skill of a mother bird playing injured to protect her nest, made Zhou Mi believe he’d nearly had a limb severed. And all of that when all Kyuhyun had really wanted was attention and a kiss. There were any number of tales he could have told to have Kyuhyun kick that habit, but the truth was Zhou Mi generally found it cute.
But mid-sex was a bit desperate for attention-seeking, seeing as he already had Zhou Mi’s eager, rapt, and quite taken attention.
“Could you… Could you do that again?”
“What? Smack you?” Zhou Mi half-heartedly patted Kyuhyun’s butt.
“No, like before.”
With a little grunt and a bit of effort, he brought his hand down about the same, and again felt Kyuhyun twitch between his legs.
“Is this a thing?” Zhou Mi asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t know. Could you-”
He listened raptly to Kyuhyun’s gasps, and the way that Kyuhyun’s body moved after each time Zhou Mi’s hand came down against him. His arm was getting tired, his hand was getting tired, but he sped up the slaps as Kyuhyun’s hips sped up, like urging a horse to the last bit of the race, and Kyuhyun came on a sound muffed in Zhou Mi’s neck.
He’d always groped Kyuhyun, after they got to that level of comfortable. A pat as he was going by in the kitchen, or a squeeze during a kiss, and Kyuhyun liked that. But that? That was new.
The flush on Kyuhyun’s cheeks, his loopy expression, told him it was a bit new for Kyuhyun as well.
And there had been chagrin at leaving Zhou Mi’s pleasure behind, but that’d only been momentary.
***
It wasn’t abuse. Wasn’t even meant that way taken or received. It wasn’t to mark. The redness faded, and the pain was transient and fleeting. The use of his hand made it feel personal, connected, more than any implement would have. He could feel Kyuhyun’s skin, feel how hard each blow was, know what he was doing every moment. He would never injure Kyuhyun, accidental or otherwise.
He’d wondered if, in some small way, he was punishing himself for hurting Kyuhyun. But it wasn’t like that. He didn’t slap his own face when he bit at Kyuhyun’s nipples, or feel horrified when Kyuhyun hobbled for a bit after a bout of great enthusiasm with just plain sex.
He liked that Kyuhyun liked it. He liked that he could feel what he was doing to Kyuhyun, not unlike when they were fucking and he could feel Kyuhyun go tight around him. It connected them.
And like every other thing, it didn’t happen all the time. Just like sometimes Kyuhyun pressed him down, and another time pulled Zhou Mi over him, or they had sex in the kitchen, or over the living room table. Things changed, they changed. If Zhou Mi had hated it, they’d have changed with that, too.
They’d talked about it, a little. But there’d been no need to dissect it, when they both agreed it was fine. All Kyuhyun had to know was that Zhou Mi didn’t think he was messed up for wanting it, and Zhou Mi wanted Kyuhyun to know that he didn’t fantasize about beating Kyuhyun up. It was what it was. Like Zhou Mi’s newfound enjoyment in working out, which Kyuhyun thought was a special kind of masochism, apparently. He was pretty sure if he’d cared to read up on it, that there’d be all sorts of opinions, positive and negative and worrisome and neutral. People thinking deep thoughts about what became to them a big deal only because they loved and wanted to please each other.
He trusted Kyuhyun. Trusted him enough that when Kyuhyun guided his hand, that he would bring it down on Kyuhyun’s ass. The skin would start to grow bright, and Zhou Mi’s hand would begin to sting, and Kyuhyun’s moans were like music.
It was different than fisting Kyuhyun’s cock, but it was not a bad different.
It was enjoyment. And it became, in time, also play.
“What didn’t you do?” Zhou Mi asked, tapping Kyuhyun’s skin with his fingertips.
“I was gaming and forgot the dishes,” Kyuhyun confessed, a bit breathless and wiggling back against Zhou Mi’s hand. He was knelt at the edge of their bed, leaning over it, and Zhou Mi was beside him.
“You know what we said about that,” Zhou Mi said, trying to keep his voice stern and keep the tremble out of it.
“Please,” Kyuhyun said, rubbing back against Zhou Mi’s hand again.
“Kyuhyun,” he said, half on a giggle. “I’m pretty sure- Are you supposed to be asking…?”
“If I started begging you, oh please Zhou Mi, please don’t hit me, the neighbors would be reporting us to the police,” Kyuhyun pointed out. “Though if you prefer I pretend-“
“No! No,” Zhou Mi said, well and chastised. “Sorry. It’s just…”
“Different, right?” Kyuhyun asked, his face turned toward Zhou Mi and resting against one arm. He looked gorgeous like that, eyes dark and almost dreamy.
“Yeah, different.” Zhou Mi leaned in and kissed Kyuhyun. He could deal with different. “Do you want me to give you something to help you remember the dishes next time?”
“I guarantee I’ll rememb- Oh!”
Oh, Zhou Mi’s mind echoed as he watched Kyuhyun’s mouth drop open. Gorgeous, the way his hair moved, and his shoulders hunched. And Kyuhyun’s ass, not one of the least of the things Zhou Mi had admired about him at first, fully offered to him. It was, and Zhou Mi thought it without shame, the finest he’d ever seen. Ever felt. Ever bitten. And it was the only one he’d ever spanked. It was like Kyuhyun had been built for it, rounded, soft. The give of his flesh as Zhou Mi’s hand came down against it. It jiggled a bit, which was fascinating. It wasn’t like slapping a board, or something harder. Kyuhyun was ripe for it.
Zhou Mi knew when Kyuhyun wanted more, when he wasn’t content only to be spanked and instead reached for Zhou Mi, stroking him and arousing him beyond what he was already.
Kyuhyun was already hard, seemed to have been from the first few impacts of Zhou Mi’s hand.
And well before Zhou Mi’s hand went numb, he was sliding into a condom, and then into Kyuhyun.
“You’ll definitely remember this, won’t you?” Zhou Mi ground out, as Kyuhyun mewled.
“Zhou Mi.”
That was what it was. No matter what Kyuhyun wanted, no matter what he gained enjoyment out of, it was Zhou Mi he moaned for, and Zhou Mi he asked for, and Zhou Mi he begged. It was Zhou Mi he came for minutes later.
And Zhou Mi gave, and gave, and gave.
***
Seeing as Kyuhyun got distracted gaming and forgot the dishes half the days out of the week, Zhou Mi would be spanking him routinely if they were going that route.
Actually, he wondered if Kyuhyun would just start deliberately missing his self-set chores. For the sake of their bedroom variety, it was best not to imagine that happening.
And for all the ways they had discovered to “punish” Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi thought they were doing a pretty good job of it too as Kyuhyun pinned Zhou Mi’s wrists above his head and grinned down at him. They were still discovering all the wonderful ways to do the same for Zhou Mi.
***
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations, spanking
Prompt: Qmi smut with bdsm and spanking as punishment (bottom!kyu please~)
***
Do that again.
Kyuhyun liked it. It could almost be said that he loved it. But without the first, that like, Zhou Mi would have never even thought to do half the things they did. And they were so accidental, sometimes, finding something that turned them on.
Kyuhyun might have endured it now and again for Zhou Mi’s sake, just as Zhou Mi might have for Kyuhyun. It would not have been a mark of weakness, or a breaking of trust. Their boundaries were largely unwritten, forged in hours of trial and laughter and need. What was forgotten, was reminded. There were moments of temper, soothed.
It was ironically one of those moments of Zhou Mi being skeeved - Kyuhyun knew he didn’t like a tongue in his ear though anywhere on and around was fine - that led to finding out something about themselves. Kyuhyun didn’t have a lapse in remembering Zhou Mi’s preference as much as he slipped. He knew by Kyuhyun’s laugh that he was apologizing even as Zhou Mi shuddered.
And the flat of Zhou Mi’s hand came down on Kyuhyun’s ass. Just a friendly, joking reminder, better than the not-so-friendly growls Kyuhyun sometimes let out when Zhou Mi got a little over-zealous with his tickling.
And Kyuhyun’s breath wheezed from him, his hips nudging, sliding as far into Zhou Mi as he could go while suddenly breathing into the pillow beside Zhou Mi’s head.
“Sorry, did that hurt?” he was quick to ask.
Sometimes Kyuhyun, with the unerring skill of a mother bird playing injured to protect her nest, made Zhou Mi believe he’d nearly had a limb severed. And all of that when all Kyuhyun had really wanted was attention and a kiss. There were any number of tales he could have told to have Kyuhyun kick that habit, but the truth was Zhou Mi generally found it cute.
But mid-sex was a bit desperate for attention-seeking, seeing as he already had Zhou Mi’s eager, rapt, and quite taken attention.
“Could you… Could you do that again?”
“What? Smack you?” Zhou Mi half-heartedly patted Kyuhyun’s butt.
“No, like before.”
With a little grunt and a bit of effort, he brought his hand down about the same, and again felt Kyuhyun twitch between his legs.
“Is this a thing?” Zhou Mi asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t know. Could you-”
He listened raptly to Kyuhyun’s gasps, and the way that Kyuhyun’s body moved after each time Zhou Mi’s hand came down against him. His arm was getting tired, his hand was getting tired, but he sped up the slaps as Kyuhyun’s hips sped up, like urging a horse to the last bit of the race, and Kyuhyun came on a sound muffed in Zhou Mi’s neck.
He’d always groped Kyuhyun, after they got to that level of comfortable. A pat as he was going by in the kitchen, or a squeeze during a kiss, and Kyuhyun liked that. But that? That was new.
The flush on Kyuhyun’s cheeks, his loopy expression, told him it was a bit new for Kyuhyun as well.
And there had been chagrin at leaving Zhou Mi’s pleasure behind, but that’d only been momentary.
***
It wasn’t abuse. Wasn’t even meant that way taken or received. It wasn’t to mark. The redness faded, and the pain was transient and fleeting. The use of his hand made it feel personal, connected, more than any implement would have. He could feel Kyuhyun’s skin, feel how hard each blow was, know what he was doing every moment. He would never injure Kyuhyun, accidental or otherwise.
He’d wondered if, in some small way, he was punishing himself for hurting Kyuhyun. But it wasn’t like that. He didn’t slap his own face when he bit at Kyuhyun’s nipples, or feel horrified when Kyuhyun hobbled for a bit after a bout of great enthusiasm with just plain sex.
He liked that Kyuhyun liked it. He liked that he could feel what he was doing to Kyuhyun, not unlike when they were fucking and he could feel Kyuhyun go tight around him. It connected them.
And like every other thing, it didn’t happen all the time. Just like sometimes Kyuhyun pressed him down, and another time pulled Zhou Mi over him, or they had sex in the kitchen, or over the living room table. Things changed, they changed. If Zhou Mi had hated it, they’d have changed with that, too.
They’d talked about it, a little. But there’d been no need to dissect it, when they both agreed it was fine. All Kyuhyun had to know was that Zhou Mi didn’t think he was messed up for wanting it, and Zhou Mi wanted Kyuhyun to know that he didn’t fantasize about beating Kyuhyun up. It was what it was. Like Zhou Mi’s newfound enjoyment in working out, which Kyuhyun thought was a special kind of masochism, apparently. He was pretty sure if he’d cared to read up on it, that there’d be all sorts of opinions, positive and negative and worrisome and neutral. People thinking deep thoughts about what became to them a big deal only because they loved and wanted to please each other.
He trusted Kyuhyun. Trusted him enough that when Kyuhyun guided his hand, that he would bring it down on Kyuhyun’s ass. The skin would start to grow bright, and Zhou Mi’s hand would begin to sting, and Kyuhyun’s moans were like music.
It was different than fisting Kyuhyun’s cock, but it was not a bad different.
It was enjoyment. And it became, in time, also play.
“What didn’t you do?” Zhou Mi asked, tapping Kyuhyun’s skin with his fingertips.
“I was gaming and forgot the dishes,” Kyuhyun confessed, a bit breathless and wiggling back against Zhou Mi’s hand. He was knelt at the edge of their bed, leaning over it, and Zhou Mi was beside him.
“You know what we said about that,” Zhou Mi said, trying to keep his voice stern and keep the tremble out of it.
“Please,” Kyuhyun said, rubbing back against Zhou Mi’s hand again.
“Kyuhyun,” he said, half on a giggle. “I’m pretty sure- Are you supposed to be asking…?”
“If I started begging you, oh please Zhou Mi, please don’t hit me, the neighbors would be reporting us to the police,” Kyuhyun pointed out. “Though if you prefer I pretend-“
“No! No,” Zhou Mi said, well and chastised. “Sorry. It’s just…”
“Different, right?” Kyuhyun asked, his face turned toward Zhou Mi and resting against one arm. He looked gorgeous like that, eyes dark and almost dreamy.
“Yeah, different.” Zhou Mi leaned in and kissed Kyuhyun. He could deal with different. “Do you want me to give you something to help you remember the dishes next time?”
“I guarantee I’ll rememb- Oh!”
Oh, Zhou Mi’s mind echoed as he watched Kyuhyun’s mouth drop open. Gorgeous, the way his hair moved, and his shoulders hunched. And Kyuhyun’s ass, not one of the least of the things Zhou Mi had admired about him at first, fully offered to him. It was, and Zhou Mi thought it without shame, the finest he’d ever seen. Ever felt. Ever bitten. And it was the only one he’d ever spanked. It was like Kyuhyun had been built for it, rounded, soft. The give of his flesh as Zhou Mi’s hand came down against it. It jiggled a bit, which was fascinating. It wasn’t like slapping a board, or something harder. Kyuhyun was ripe for it.
Zhou Mi knew when Kyuhyun wanted more, when he wasn’t content only to be spanked and instead reached for Zhou Mi, stroking him and arousing him beyond what he was already.
Kyuhyun was already hard, seemed to have been from the first few impacts of Zhou Mi’s hand.
And well before Zhou Mi’s hand went numb, he was sliding into a condom, and then into Kyuhyun.
“You’ll definitely remember this, won’t you?” Zhou Mi ground out, as Kyuhyun mewled.
“Zhou Mi.”
That was what it was. No matter what Kyuhyun wanted, no matter what he gained enjoyment out of, it was Zhou Mi he moaned for, and Zhou Mi he asked for, and Zhou Mi he begged. It was Zhou Mi he came for minutes later.
And Zhou Mi gave, and gave, and gave.
***
Seeing as Kyuhyun got distracted gaming and forgot the dishes half the days out of the week, Zhou Mi would be spanking him routinely if they were going that route.
Actually, he wondered if Kyuhyun would just start deliberately missing his self-set chores. For the sake of their bedroom variety, it was best not to imagine that happening.
And for all the ways they had discovered to “punish” Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi thought they were doing a pretty good job of it too as Kyuhyun pinned Zhou Mi’s wrists above his head and grinned down at him. They were still discovering all the wonderful ways to do the same for Zhou Mi.
***