Lost In Translation (1/4)
Title: Lost In Translation (1/4)
Pairing: Yunho/everyone
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Yunho loved reading fan mail.
A/N: A short series, basically just crack and blatant PWP. Sometimes more PWP than crack, but that’s irrelevant really. Special announcement after the cut.
Yunho loved reading fan mail.
Intricately designed, overly perfumed or stuffed with a surprising amount of glitter that fell out of the envelope and onto his lap like a miniature ticker tape parade - Yunho relished it all.
He could quite simply devote a good hour every week to sorting through the colourful letters, admiring careful handwriting and thoughtful words of praise but this particular letter was just confusing. Yunho understood most of the Japanese fan mail and appreciated the good deal of other letters penned in languages he had no chance of comprehending unless Junsu really did speak Kenyan, but this arrangement of words in English he was struggling to string together.
It was just a short sentence at the bottom of a page, why was it so hard to understand?
As if on cue, Changmin walked into their shared bedroom fresh from the shower and began pulling clothes from the dresser.
‘Changmin-ah?’ Yunho began, preparing to make his best puppy-dog eyes at the maknae.
Changmin grunted in response but continued to pull pants over his long, naked legs, discarding his towel on the floor.
‘Changmin-ah,’ Yunho decided to venture again, if anyone had a chance of translating this letter it would have to be TVXQ’s resident genius. ‘Can you help make sense of this fan mail for me?’
Changmin still shirtless, finally turned, curiosity piqued and wandered over to the bed, taking the letter from Yunho’s out stretched hand. The maknae quickly glanced at the paper and then back at Yunho with a great deal scepticism as though searching for traces of fraudulence. He was met only with Yunho’s expression of pure innocence and confusion, his hyung waiting expectantly for a translation.
‘I think this has a very literal translation, hyung,’ Changmin says smirking, crawling onto the bed, uncaring as he kneels on origami flowers and boxes Yunho against the headboard. ‘Would you like me to explain it further?’
Yunho isn’t quite sure why Changmin needs to be so close to tell him what the letter says but he is eager to find out what he’d been struggling to read for the last twenty minutes. ‘Of course I do, Changmin. English is so hard. I can barely even wrap my tongue around it,’ Yunho whines and proceeds to demonstrate his inability to pronounce the words, completely oblivious to the double entendres he’d made.
‘I’m sure I can help you get your tongue around something, hyung,’ Changmin leers, pushing Yunho’s shoulders until the man lay back against the pillows.
‘Thanks Changmin, I appre-‘ Yunho is cut off by Changmin yanking at the waistband of his sweat pants. ‘Changmin, what are you doing?’
Yunho lets out a moan as Changmin sucks his cock into his warm, wet mouth. He’s not sure why the maknae has taken a sudden liking to deep-throating him but is both too stunned and too hard to stop him and he’s stuck clutching the letter desperately as Changmin sucks him to full hardness.
It isn’t until Changmin spreads Yunho’s legs over his shoulders that Yunho finds his voice again, ‘Changmin…hah…stop,’ he pants out.
To his surprise Changmin does stop, but only to lift Yunho’s singlet up over his chest and then shove the material into his mouth, effectively gagging him. ‘Shut up, hyung.’
Changmin resumes his place between Yunho’s legs after tying Yunho’s wrists to the headboard with ribbons retrieved from one of the many gaudily wrapped presents from the pile next to the letters, scattering them all to the floor. He spreads a squirming Yunho open and delves forward with an exploring tongue, ignoring the way Yunho whines, muffled protests behind the shirt. When Yunho begins to kick he grabs the man’s ankles and roughly pulls them apart, letting Yunho feel his heavy arousal against his groin, through his pants.
‘Hyung, stay still. You know how Jaejoong doesn’t like it when you get glitter on the carpet,’ Changmin gestures at the open envelope precariously sitting on the edge of the bed, a sparkly trail making it’s way onto the sheets. Yunho’s eyes go wide as he remembers Jaejoong’s wrath from last time- the man had chased him around the apartment with the suction tube for an hour and still complained about finding the glittering particles everywhere.
Distracted by this thought, Yunho is oblivious to Changmin until suddenly there’s a long, slick digit probing inside him. He writhes a little, bouncing on the bed when he notices the envelope shifting closer to the edge of the bed and stops. Changmin mouths at his chest, biting the pert buds as he adds another finger, pausing briefly to add more lubricant. Yunho suddenly bucks into his hand and Changmin knows he’s found the right spot, grin turning feral as he nips at Yunho’s jaw.
‘You want it, Leader-shi?’ He whispers against Yunho’s ear, licking at the lobe.
It’s obvious by the way Yunho looks so pathetically and adorably desperate that he does, legs hooking around Changmin’s torso to pull the man closer. Changmin leans back on his haunches to slip his pants down over his hips, hard cock jutting out against his body, pointing at the space between Yunho’s legs like his very own compass. He’s always been impatient and quickly decides to skip any prolonged foreplay, slicking his erection before leaning forward and pushing in.
Yunho thrashes as the wide head of Changmin’s length breaches his body. The heat is amazing but the burning pain spreads through him until Changmin sinks in deeper and Yunho feels a pulse of arousal as the maknae’s cock rubs against his walls. The sensation of being filled thrills Yunho more than he would care to admit and Changmin’s features twisted in pleasure, sweat-slicked skin and thick muscles straining above him are a surprisingly huge turn on.
Changmin begins an animalistic rutting against him, each thrust pounding into him and making him slide up the bed from the force. The maknae’s grunts and litany of dirty words serve to further arouse him, the sensation foreign but not at all unenjoyable and he finds himself arching frenziedly against Changmin’s abuse.
‘So tight,’ Changmin pants, ‘such a slut,’ he continues in English, only to receive an adorably confused look from Yunho.
Changmin kisses Yunho messily around the gag, before he grows impatient and pulls it roughly from his leader’s mouth. Their teeth clash almost painfully but at least Changmin can hear Yunho’s every whine and plead clearly, spurring him on as he moves harder and faster. All it takes a particularly brutal thrust and a rough palm around his cock and Yunho is coming, bursting between them in thick spurts. Changmin gropes at Yunho’s thighs, lifting until the man is bent in half and thank God for making Yunho so damn flexible before shoving in, burying his cock deep in Yunho’s tight ass. Yunho lets out an altogether unmanly scream, body clamping down around Changmin as the maknae rocks in and out.
One look at his thoroughly debauched and well-fucked hyung has Changmin set to explode. He drives forward faster, hands feeling the corded muscles of Yunho’s thighs bunch beneath him, the man’s toes curling in pleasure as Changmin fucks him almost violently. The envelope has fallen from the bed, Yunho’s hip covered in a fine dusting of gold glitter and Changmin almost laughs, imagining Jaejoong’s fury later. Yunho pants out Changmin’s name lustfully and it’s enough to send him spiralling towards climax, heat being pulled from the very pit of his stomach and groin, pulsing through him, filling Yunho up.
The sensation of hot cum erupting inside him has Yunho bucking up wildly, insane with pleasure, pushing against Changmin in search of more. He almost pouts when Changmin pulls out, untying his hands before collapsing on his back beside him. Yunho can feel Changmin’s release dribble out and somehow he’s slightly saddened by the loss. They’re both covered in sweat and cum, breathing heavily as satiation numbs their limbs. The now crumpled letter is miraculously clean, lying on the pillow beside Yunho’s face.
‘Hey Changmin,’ Yunho says, staring up at the ceiling.
‘Yeah, hyung?’ Changmin pants out, turning to drape his leg over Yunho’s thigh.
‘You still haven’t told me what that letter says.’
As always, comments are ♥
Pairing: Yunho/everyone
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Yunho loved reading fan mail.
A/N: A short series, basically just crack and blatant PWP. Sometimes more PWP than crack, but that’s irrelevant really. Special announcement after the cut.
Yunho loved reading fan mail.
Intricately designed, overly perfumed or stuffed with a surprising amount of glitter that fell out of the envelope and onto his lap like a miniature ticker tape parade - Yunho relished it all.
He could quite simply devote a good hour every week to sorting through the colourful letters, admiring careful handwriting and thoughtful words of praise but this particular letter was just confusing. Yunho understood most of the Japanese fan mail and appreciated the good deal of other letters penned in languages he had no chance of comprehending unless Junsu really did speak Kenyan, but this arrangement of words in English he was struggling to string together.
It was just a short sentence at the bottom of a page, why was it so hard to understand?
As if on cue, Changmin walked into their shared bedroom fresh from the shower and began pulling clothes from the dresser.
‘Changmin-ah?’ Yunho began, preparing to make his best puppy-dog eyes at the maknae.
Changmin grunted in response but continued to pull pants over his long, naked legs, discarding his towel on the floor.
‘Changmin-ah,’ Yunho decided to venture again, if anyone had a chance of translating this letter it would have to be TVXQ’s resident genius. ‘Can you help make sense of this fan mail for me?’
Changmin still shirtless, finally turned, curiosity piqued and wandered over to the bed, taking the letter from Yunho’s out stretched hand. The maknae quickly glanced at the paper and then back at Yunho with a great deal scepticism as though searching for traces of fraudulence. He was met only with Yunho’s expression of pure innocence and confusion, his hyung waiting expectantly for a translation.
‘I think this has a very literal translation, hyung,’ Changmin says smirking, crawling onto the bed, uncaring as he kneels on origami flowers and boxes Yunho against the headboard. ‘Would you like me to explain it further?’
Yunho isn’t quite sure why Changmin needs to be so close to tell him what the letter says but he is eager to find out what he’d been struggling to read for the last twenty minutes. ‘Of course I do, Changmin. English is so hard. I can barely even wrap my tongue around it,’ Yunho whines and proceeds to demonstrate his inability to pronounce the words, completely oblivious to the double entendres he’d made.
‘I’m sure I can help you get your tongue around something, hyung,’ Changmin leers, pushing Yunho’s shoulders until the man lay back against the pillows.
‘Thanks Changmin, I appre-‘ Yunho is cut off by Changmin yanking at the waistband of his sweat pants. ‘Changmin, what are you doing?’
Yunho lets out a moan as Changmin sucks his cock into his warm, wet mouth. He’s not sure why the maknae has taken a sudden liking to deep-throating him but is both too stunned and too hard to stop him and he’s stuck clutching the letter desperately as Changmin sucks him to full hardness.
It isn’t until Changmin spreads Yunho’s legs over his shoulders that Yunho finds his voice again, ‘Changmin…hah…stop,’ he pants out.
To his surprise Changmin does stop, but only to lift Yunho’s singlet up over his chest and then shove the material into his mouth, effectively gagging him. ‘Shut up, hyung.’
Changmin resumes his place between Yunho’s legs after tying Yunho’s wrists to the headboard with ribbons retrieved from one of the many gaudily wrapped presents from the pile next to the letters, scattering them all to the floor. He spreads a squirming Yunho open and delves forward with an exploring tongue, ignoring the way Yunho whines, muffled protests behind the shirt. When Yunho begins to kick he grabs the man’s ankles and roughly pulls them apart, letting Yunho feel his heavy arousal against his groin, through his pants.
‘Hyung, stay still. You know how Jaejoong doesn’t like it when you get glitter on the carpet,’ Changmin gestures at the open envelope precariously sitting on the edge of the bed, a sparkly trail making it’s way onto the sheets. Yunho’s eyes go wide as he remembers Jaejoong’s wrath from last time- the man had chased him around the apartment with the suction tube for an hour and still complained about finding the glittering particles everywhere.
Distracted by this thought, Yunho is oblivious to Changmin until suddenly there’s a long, slick digit probing inside him. He writhes a little, bouncing on the bed when he notices the envelope shifting closer to the edge of the bed and stops. Changmin mouths at his chest, biting the pert buds as he adds another finger, pausing briefly to add more lubricant. Yunho suddenly bucks into his hand and Changmin knows he’s found the right spot, grin turning feral as he nips at Yunho’s jaw.
‘You want it, Leader-shi?’ He whispers against Yunho’s ear, licking at the lobe.
It’s obvious by the way Yunho looks so pathetically and adorably desperate that he does, legs hooking around Changmin’s torso to pull the man closer. Changmin leans back on his haunches to slip his pants down over his hips, hard cock jutting out against his body, pointing at the space between Yunho’s legs like his very own compass. He’s always been impatient and quickly decides to skip any prolonged foreplay, slicking his erection before leaning forward and pushing in.
Yunho thrashes as the wide head of Changmin’s length breaches his body. The heat is amazing but the burning pain spreads through him until Changmin sinks in deeper and Yunho feels a pulse of arousal as the maknae’s cock rubs against his walls. The sensation of being filled thrills Yunho more than he would care to admit and Changmin’s features twisted in pleasure, sweat-slicked skin and thick muscles straining above him are a surprisingly huge turn on.
Changmin begins an animalistic rutting against him, each thrust pounding into him and making him slide up the bed from the force. The maknae’s grunts and litany of dirty words serve to further arouse him, the sensation foreign but not at all unenjoyable and he finds himself arching frenziedly against Changmin’s abuse.
‘So tight,’ Changmin pants, ‘such a slut,’ he continues in English, only to receive an adorably confused look from Yunho.
Changmin kisses Yunho messily around the gag, before he grows impatient and pulls it roughly from his leader’s mouth. Their teeth clash almost painfully but at least Changmin can hear Yunho’s every whine and plead clearly, spurring him on as he moves harder and faster. All it takes a particularly brutal thrust and a rough palm around his cock and Yunho is coming, bursting between them in thick spurts. Changmin gropes at Yunho’s thighs, lifting until the man is bent in half and thank God for making Yunho so damn flexible before shoving in, burying his cock deep in Yunho’s tight ass. Yunho lets out an altogether unmanly scream, body clamping down around Changmin as the maknae rocks in and out.
One look at his thoroughly debauched and well-fucked hyung has Changmin set to explode. He drives forward faster, hands feeling the corded muscles of Yunho’s thighs bunch beneath him, the man’s toes curling in pleasure as Changmin fucks him almost violently. The envelope has fallen from the bed, Yunho’s hip covered in a fine dusting of gold glitter and Changmin almost laughs, imagining Jaejoong’s fury later. Yunho pants out Changmin’s name lustfully and it’s enough to send him spiralling towards climax, heat being pulled from the very pit of his stomach and groin, pulsing through him, filling Yunho up.
The sensation of hot cum erupting inside him has Yunho bucking up wildly, insane with pleasure, pushing against Changmin in search of more. He almost pouts when Changmin pulls out, untying his hands before collapsing on his back beside him. Yunho can feel Changmin’s release dribble out and somehow he’s slightly saddened by the loss. They’re both covered in sweat and cum, breathing heavily as satiation numbs their limbs. The now crumpled letter is miraculously clean, lying on the pillow beside Yunho’s face.
‘Hey Changmin,’ Yunho says, staring up at the ceiling.
‘Yeah, hyung?’ Changmin pants out, turning to drape his leg over Yunho’s thigh.
‘You still haven’t told me what that letter says.’
As always, comments are ♥