Hereinafter + From a Pedestal, Hanging; YehSung x ChangMin; PG-16; Romance
Hereinafter; YehSung x ChangMin; PG-16; 90 words. YehSung looks at ChangMin from afar so that projectile angle would make their worlds collide. (for theresa_lynne)
YehSung takes for granted the grandeur of the difference in their high - he takes notice of it but doesn’t care, couldn’t really care less when he hears ChangMin whimper beneath him. They are all skin and sweat with some occasional coaxing through words, and YehSung throws in a kiss somewhere along the way, long and steady and confident - You don’t know me, ChangMin.
ChangMin is out of breath when YehSung pulls away, and YehSung licks his lips, tasting the last drop of ChangMin on his lips. He smiles - I win.
From a Pedestal, Hanging; ChangMin x YehSung; PG-16; 103 words. ChangMin always has his way with things. (for jaemint)
ChangMin gets what he wants when he wants it. He presses against YehSung, lips barely an inch from the other’s. He claims YehSung’s lips, greedy and all teeth - YehSung’s tongue grazes his teeth just lightly and he has to stop for a moment, breathing hitched, and he admits he is smitten. And all the time, he restrains himself. He has to pull himself together; he cannot be this un-sturdy.
ChangMin pulls away, catches his breath and looks at YehSung in the eye. Game’s over, he tells YehSung. YehSung smiles, leans in for a kiss and breathes by his ear. Not.
Ready. Set. Go.
YehSung takes for granted the grandeur of the difference in their high - he takes notice of it but doesn’t care, couldn’t really care less when he hears ChangMin whimper beneath him. They are all skin and sweat with some occasional coaxing through words, and YehSung throws in a kiss somewhere along the way, long and steady and confident - You don’t know me, ChangMin.
ChangMin is out of breath when YehSung pulls away, and YehSung licks his lips, tasting the last drop of ChangMin on his lips. He smiles - I win.
From a Pedestal, Hanging; ChangMin x YehSung; PG-16; 103 words. ChangMin always has his way with things. (for jaemint)
ChangMin gets what he wants when he wants it. He presses against YehSung, lips barely an inch from the other’s. He claims YehSung’s lips, greedy and all teeth - YehSung’s tongue grazes his teeth just lightly and he has to stop for a moment, breathing hitched, and he admits he is smitten. And all the time, he restrains himself. He has to pull himself together; he cannot be this un-sturdy.
ChangMin pulls away, catches his breath and looks at YehSung in the eye. Game’s over, he tells YehSung. YehSung smiles, leans in for a kiss and breathes by his ear. Not.
Ready. Set. Go.