knockout
Knockout
nc17
mimin with mentioned qmimin
summary: Zhou Mi and Sungmin have some fun...without Kyuhyun's permission.
warning: smut
beta: mertlekang
Sungmin licked the tip of Zhou Mi's member carefully, his eyes half closed as he looked up innocently at Zhou Mi.
“Cheng Min...” Zhou Mi moaned as he grabbed a fistful of Sungmin's hair. Sungmin whined around Zhou Mi's cock, drool running down his chin and onto his chest. “Faster,” he whispered and Sungmin complied.
He ran his hand down the shaft, his tongue still licking eagerly around the head. Licking escalated into sucking and Zhou Mi was thrusting in his mouth, his cock slipping down Sungmin's throat and hitting his gag reflex.
“Zhou Mi,” he choked out as he tried to take more of Zhou Mi down his throat.
“Oh god,” the younger groaned and pulled out, cumming over Sungmin's face. Sungmin blinked up at him, his fingers ghosting over the clear white substance that covered his face. “Ah!” Zhou Mi blushed and grabbed the nearest tissue, grabbing Sungmin's chin softly and wiping the cum off of his face.
Sungmin puffed out his cheeks and huffed. “It's okay,” Sungmin muttered and climbed onto Zhou Mi's lap. He brought his cum covered fingers to his mouth and thrust them in, wetting them thoroughly with his tongue. Balancing himself a top of Zhou Mi he slowly prodded at his own entrance, groaning at the new intrusion.
Zhou Mi let out a long, wanton moan as he watched Sungmin, the older riding his own fingers now as he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he prodded his prostate. “M-Mi...” he gasped as his legs shifted, unable to keep still.
Sungmin took his fingers out and pushed Zhou Mi down onto the bed so Sungmin was straddling him. He grabbed Zhou Mi's member and brought it to his opening, teasing himself with it for a few moments before he slowly aligned it properly and sunk down.
“Mi!” he gasped and put his hands on Zhou Mi's hips, waiting for the pain to disappear. A long, seemingly endless moment passed before Sungmin rolled his hips and Zhou Mi started to thrust, quick, fast and rough.
“Zhou Mi!” he cried and his hands gripped the sheets tightly, his head being thrown around like no tomorrow as he just couldn't sit still with such bursts of pleasure. “Mi,” he whimpered, tears forming in his eyes as his legs started to spam. His vision was blurred and he couldn't think, he could barely even breathe.
“You're so beautiful,” Zhou Mi whispered and Sungmin let out a small cry as his prostate was abused repeatedly. “Min,” he groaned.
Sungmin let out one last moan and then a small sob as his climax was reached, spurts of cum landing over his and Zhou Mi's chest. His hole was filled shortly after and he felt cum leaking out of him and onto his sheets.
Sungmin collapsed onto Zhou Mi's chest, his eyes closing as he snuggled into the other.
“Do you think Kyu will be mad?” Sungmin asked with a giggle as Zhou Mi traced patterns over his back. “He told us to wait for him.”
“Nah,” Zhou Mi answered as he pressed his lips against Sungmin's forehead. “He'll forgive us. Er, you, he probably won't forgive me.”
Sungmin pouted and tugged the edge of Zhou Mi's shirt as he closed his eyes again. “I'm tired,” he said with a yawn. “And my back hurts.”
“Go to sleep,” Zhou Mi hushed and held Sungmin closer. “I'll tell Kyu to be quiet when he comes back,” he continued and Sungmin nodded, drifting asleep.
Sungmin's quiet snoring was the only noise in the room as Zhou Mi looked down at him with a smile. Was this what love was?
He could only wonder.
nc17
mimin with mentioned qmimin
summary: Zhou Mi and Sungmin have some fun...without Kyuhyun's permission.
warning: smut
beta: mertlekang
Sungmin licked the tip of Zhou Mi's member carefully, his eyes half closed as he looked up innocently at Zhou Mi.
“Cheng Min...” Zhou Mi moaned as he grabbed a fistful of Sungmin's hair. Sungmin whined around Zhou Mi's cock, drool running down his chin and onto his chest. “Faster,” he whispered and Sungmin complied.
He ran his hand down the shaft, his tongue still licking eagerly around the head. Licking escalated into sucking and Zhou Mi was thrusting in his mouth, his cock slipping down Sungmin's throat and hitting his gag reflex.
“Zhou Mi,” he choked out as he tried to take more of Zhou Mi down his throat.
“Oh god,” the younger groaned and pulled out, cumming over Sungmin's face. Sungmin blinked up at him, his fingers ghosting over the clear white substance that covered his face. “Ah!” Zhou Mi blushed and grabbed the nearest tissue, grabbing Sungmin's chin softly and wiping the cum off of his face.
Sungmin puffed out his cheeks and huffed. “It's okay,” Sungmin muttered and climbed onto Zhou Mi's lap. He brought his cum covered fingers to his mouth and thrust them in, wetting them thoroughly with his tongue. Balancing himself a top of Zhou Mi he slowly prodded at his own entrance, groaning at the new intrusion.
Zhou Mi let out a long, wanton moan as he watched Sungmin, the older riding his own fingers now as he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he prodded his prostate. “M-Mi...” he gasped as his legs shifted, unable to keep still.
Sungmin took his fingers out and pushed Zhou Mi down onto the bed so Sungmin was straddling him. He grabbed Zhou Mi's member and brought it to his opening, teasing himself with it for a few moments before he slowly aligned it properly and sunk down.
“Mi!” he gasped and put his hands on Zhou Mi's hips, waiting for the pain to disappear. A long, seemingly endless moment passed before Sungmin rolled his hips and Zhou Mi started to thrust, quick, fast and rough.
“Zhou Mi!” he cried and his hands gripped the sheets tightly, his head being thrown around like no tomorrow as he just couldn't sit still with such bursts of pleasure. “Mi,” he whimpered, tears forming in his eyes as his legs started to spam. His vision was blurred and he couldn't think, he could barely even breathe.
“You're so beautiful,” Zhou Mi whispered and Sungmin let out a small cry as his prostate was abused repeatedly. “Min,” he groaned.
Sungmin let out one last moan and then a small sob as his climax was reached, spurts of cum landing over his and Zhou Mi's chest. His hole was filled shortly after and he felt cum leaking out of him and onto his sheets.
Sungmin collapsed onto Zhou Mi's chest, his eyes closing as he snuggled into the other.
“Do you think Kyu will be mad?” Sungmin asked with a giggle as Zhou Mi traced patterns over his back. “He told us to wait for him.”
“Nah,” Zhou Mi answered as he pressed his lips against Sungmin's forehead. “He'll forgive us. Er, you, he probably won't forgive me.”
Sungmin pouted and tugged the edge of Zhou Mi's shirt as he closed his eyes again. “I'm tired,” he said with a yawn. “And my back hurts.”
“Go to sleep,” Zhou Mi hushed and held Sungmin closer. “I'll tell Kyu to be quiet when he comes back,” he continued and Sungmin nodded, drifting asleep.
Sungmin's quiet snoring was the only noise in the room as Zhou Mi looked down at him with a smile. Was this what love was?
He could only wonder.