Fic: Driving With The Brakes On [TVXQ RPS | AU] 1/16
Title: Driving With The Brakes On
Fandom: TVXQ
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: NC17 overall; this chapter NC17
Summary: The mechanic and the academic. Long-distance relationship. Sceptical friends. This really shouldn’t work, but Yunho is determined that it will. Now he just has to convince Changmin that they can have forever.
Notes: AU. For the prompt ‘opposites attract’ in diagon’s Twelve Months of HoMin challenge. Sequel to 0-60 in 3.5. In this ‘verse, Yunho is 28 and Changmin is 23.
Driving With The Brakes On
Chapter 1
Maybe the flowers were a mistake.
Yunho changes his mind three times between the car park and Changmin’s dorm. It had seemed like a good idea half an hour ago when he’d driven past the florist’s on the way to the university, but now he’s not so sure. It’s a bit weird to give a guy flowers. It’s even weirder when you’re giving the flowers to a guy you’ve not seen in almost a month after a one-off red-hot shagfest.
Yeah, the flowers are definitely a mistake. Yunho thought it was kind of a sweet gesture, but now he thinks it’s stupid. Especially as all these people-students, even-are giving him sidelong looks. They probably think he’s delivering the flowers. To a girl. Because the flowers are mostly pink. Those lilies that look a bit pornographic with their fleshy curling petals and sort of phallic sticky-up bit in the middle. Some cute flat things that look like daisies but they’re bigger and bright cerise. And roses, pale pink and pretty. The whole bouquet smells nice, too, and it’s wrapped in shiny paper with ribbons, and...
And this is a really moronic idea, and he doesn’t know what he was thinking, except he had this vague thought that it’d please Changmin.
Flowers. Guys don’t want to receive flowers. He should’ve bought a crate of beer instead.
Yunho pushes open the door to the dorms and strides in, looking for the numbered staircase that’ll take him up to Changmin’s apartment. He finds it, starts climbing, then pauses at the second floor. A couple of girls are having a conversation outside one of the doors. They both look at him, and so he goes over and holds out the flowers to the shorter of the girls and says, “These are for you.”
The girl takes the bouquet and stammers something indistinct while her friend squeals excitedly.
Pleased that someone will have some enjoyment out of the flowers, Yunho continues on his way. He reaches the fifth floor, goes down the corridor, then waits outside the door of apartment 516. This may just be the stupidest thing he’s ever done. More stupid than the time he’d decided to strip the engine of an old Leopard 2 when he was in the army. At least he’d been drunk out of his mind on that occasion.
Ugh, why is he so nervous? Changmin’s just a kid. No, a student. A cute student, cute and really fucking sexy and with the most gorgeous mouth he’s ever seen, but still, Changmin’s in school and that makes things different; or at least that’s what Donghae says and he knows these things because all of his girlfriends are college students.
Yunho raises his hand and knocks.
The door opens straight away. Changmin stands there. He’s wearing jeans and a white t-shirt under a linen blazer, and his hair is swept back and styled up a bit at the front, and it looks soft and touchable. There’s a faint wash of colour through his face and then his expression gets all composed and he presses his lips together.
Jesus, his mouth. Yunho stares at it, lust drop-kicking him in the gut, then he gathers himself and tips back his head, aiming for cool. “Hi.”
“Hello.” Changmin doesn’t move, doesn’t invite him in. Yunho wonders if he’s having second thoughts about this whole thing, and then Changmin says, his voice cracking slightly, “You made good time. The traffic must’ve been good. I hope you didn’t speed. Did you not bring a bag?”
“It’s in the car.” Yunho gestures towards the front of the building. “I wasn’t sure what you had in mind. I don’t like sleeping on a couch, but I’m not going to assume you have a spare bed, so...”
Changmin is staring, his initial wariness fading now. “Yunho,” he says, very softly, “come here.”
Yunho steps into the apartment, closes the distance between them and gets right into Changmin’s space.
Changmin gasps, a tiny, sharp exhalation. Excitement flashes in his eyes, and then he drops his gaze, stares at Yunho’s mouth. “Come closer.”
Yunho kisses him. The first and last time they’d met, it’d taken him all afternoon to get round to kissing Changmin. He’s glad it didn’t take that long this time.
Changmin tastes so good, as sweet and innocent and exciting as he tasted last month. He makes another of those muffled little noises, and the sound of it purrs right through Yunho. It’s really fucking sexy, and Yunho slides an arm around Changmin’s waist and pulls him even closer. Changmin breaks the kiss long enough to say, “Yes, oh God, yes,” and they’re straight back into it, hot and deep and messy.
Changmin grabs at him. They stumble backwards. There’s a wall. Yunho puts his hand out, stops himself from crushing Changmin. Changes his mind and presses right up against him, rakes his hand through Changmin’s hair and holds on.
The kiss gets hotter. Yunho grinds up against Changmin, pinning him to the wall. Fuck, he wants him right here and now, wants to do him hard. Yunho lifts his head and stares at the ruin he’s made of Changmin’s carefully styled hair, at Changmin’s fluttering eyelashes and his bruised wet mouth. Irresistible, every beautiful inch of him. Yunho kisses him again, pulls Changmin’s t-shirt up to touch his bare skin, then slides that greedy hand down beneath the waistband of Changmin’s jeans.
Changmin yelps and pulls back, flushed and breathless. “Wait. My friends.”
“Who?” Yunho had forgotten the existence of Changmin’s flatmates.
“Uh.” Changmin licks his lips, nods slightly. “Cho Kyuhyun and Choi Minho.”
Oh shit. An audience. Yunho pastes on a smile and half turns, hoping that his erection isn’t too obvious. Maybe if he presses against Changmin some more, because that way it hides the fact that they’ve both got massive boners. Or maybe that’ll just make it worse. Yeah, makes it worse. Yunho gives up, pours brightness into his smile. “Hi!”
Kyuhyun and Minho are standing frozen in the doorway to the living room. They look stunned. It seems as if it’s an unusual occurrence to have random guys barging into their apartment and sucking the face off their flatmate. Which can only be a good thing.
Yunho turns up the wattage on his smile and hopes he doesn’t look like a complete lunatic. Kyuhyun and Minho continue to stare. They don’t seem to have much in the way of conversation. Yunho isn’t sure what to do with the awkwardness, so he turns back to Changmin. “You want to go look at cars?”
Changmin lifts his chin, expression hot and hungry. “Not right now.”
Yunho blinks. SEX! his brain shouts, lighting the word up in ten-foot neon letters. SEX NOW! SEX WITH CHANGMIN! GET TO IT!
“Where’s your room?” Yunho demands.
Changmin points at a door about four feet away. Four feet too far, in Yunho’s opinion. He seizes Changmin by the arm and hustles him towards it.
“Are you actually going to carry him?” one of the flatmates asks in tones of disbelief, but Yunho doesn’t care. Hell yeah he’d carry Changmin, put him over his shoulder and drag him away if he had to, but that doesn’t seem necessary. Changmin can’t get into his room quick enough.
Yunho has the blurred impression of a neat space filled with books, but his peripheral attention is mainly on the bed. It’s narrow and has the same blue and green tonal squares duvet that Yunho has, which is either a coincidence or just kind of sweet. Not that he really cares about shit like duvet covers, because the rest of his attention is on getting Changmin naked as fast as possible.
They snatch at each other, kisses rough and urgent as they tear at their clothes, desperate to touch. Changmin makes frantic noises that burn through Yunho’s senses. He hurls Changmin’s blazer to the floor, where it gets trodden on.
“Linen creases really badly,” Changmin protests.
“Who the fuck cares.” Yunho yanks Changmin’s t-shirt over his head and shoves him onto the bed, following him down and hooking one leg across Changmin’s thighs, pinning him to the duvet.
Changmin bucks up against him. “Please.”
Yunho puts his hands all over Changmin; shoulders, chest, waist. Rubs his thumb through the narrow stripe of hair running from Changmin’s navel down below his jeans. Yunho kisses him, mouth first and then his throat, then a nipple, pink and tight and hard, and Changmin jerks and shivers and babbles, “Yes, yes, Yunho-” and his hands fist tight into the fabric of Yunho’s shirt.
“Want you naked.” Yunho gets Changmin’s jeans undone. Changmin arches off the bed to speed the process of removal, but Yunho can’t wait that long. He drags both jeans and underwear down to Changmin’s knees and takes a handful of Changmin’s cock, flexing his grip around it.
“Don’t,” Changmin gasps, a helpless note in his voice. His eyes close. “I won’t last. Oh God, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”
“Are you kidding?” Yunho slides his hand up the length of silky-hard flesh. Changmin is leaking all over his fingers, tense and wet, the smell of him musky and hot. His hips work as he thrusts into Yunho’s grasp. He’s so fucking needy, and God, he’s sexy; he’s so beautiful like this he takes Yunho’s breath away.
“You look amazing,” Yunho tells him. “Let me see you come.”
Changmin moans, thrashes around. “No, no, I want-I want...”
“C’mon, baby. Give it up for me,” Yunho coaxes, pumping Changmin’s dick with smooth, hard strokes that make Changmin quiver and rut up and moan like an absolute slut. “Oh yeah. I’ve been dreaming about you all this time.”
“What?” Changmin’s eyes open wide. His entire body goes rigid. He arches up, hanging, waiting-
“Oh, baby,” Yunho breathes. He works Changmin’s cock harder, faster, feels the orgasm coiling, and then Changmin makes a desperate sound and puts back his head. He cries out as he comes, his seed jetting thick and hot, and Yunho strokes him through it, voice hoarse and passionate as he says, “Like that, Changminnie, just like that...”
“Fuck.” Changmin crumples back onto the duvet. He’s trembling, his skin flushed with arousal and a delicious gleam of sweat striped down his chest amidst the spatter-trails of spunk. He laughs a little, looking embarrassed. “Oh God. I’ve never come so fast in my entire life. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise. You needed it. And it’s really hot to watch you get off.” Yunho leans down and licks at the glimmering patterns, Changmin’s taste warm and rich on his tongue. He’d forgotten how good this was, Changmin lying hot and sweaty beneath him, breathing hard and with his hands on Yunho’s shoulders, through his hair, the touch affectionate and demanding at the same time.
“Wait. I have tissues.” Changmin wriggles away and fumbles beneath the bed, returning with a clump of paper tissues grasped in his hand. He cleans himself off and tosses the scrumpled ball onto the floor.
Yunho smiles at him. “I’d have been quite happy to lick you clean.”
Changmin lowers his gaze, touches Yunho’s thigh, rubs at his cock through the denim. “Talking of which, can I... I mean, would you like me to suck you?”
It’s the way he says it, the same way he might say May I interest you in a cup of tea? His accent is pure posh, and Yunho feels like a dirty rough boy grabbing at the pretty thing he can’t afford. The reminder of their differences does nothing to dampen his ardour; in fact, it does the opposite and makes Yunho even hornier.
“Say that again,” he growls, fixing his gaze on Changmin’s mouth.
Changmin blushes. He licks his lips, peeks up through the tumble of hair and the fluttery sweep of long eyelashes. “Would you like me to suck your cock?”
Fuck, yes, more than anything, but Yunho reins in the impulse. If that gorgeous mouth gets anywhere near his dick, Yunho knows he’ll shoot faster than Changmin did. Not quite the impression he wants to make, no matter how compelling the thought is of Changmin’s face covered in come.
“Let’s just get comfortable first, yeah?” Yunho finishes undressing Changmin, laying him out naked against the blue and green duvet.
“And you,” Changmin orders, chin lifting to give him a haughty look. “You’re wearing far too many clothes. It’s absolutely unforgiveable.”
Yunho grins and strips off. Changmin stares at him, sends hot, darting glances at his chest, his cock, back up to his face, and it reminds Yunho of their first meeting when Changmin had been over-heated and sun-dazzled and had stared at Yunho’s half naked body like he’d never seen anything quite so edible before. He’d tried so hard to be casual and surreptitious, but the end result was a blatant telegraphing of desire.
He’s doing the same thing all over again. Fuck, he’s adorable. Yunho has never gone for younger guys before, but since August he’s reassessed his stance and has come to the conclusion that it’s nothing to do with age and everything to do with Changmin himself.
“You’re so tanned.” Changmin sounds admiring, laying his hand on Yunho’s chest, pale skin against dark. He slides his fingers down, caressing the tan lines low on Yunho’s hips. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
Yunho thinks Changmin is more beautiful, with his indoor skin almost like milk and those big dark eyes and generous mouth and all the wariness that makes him lock down and the curiosity that makes him open up.
They kiss, warm and gentle; touch each other, rediscovering sensitive places and mapping new routes of desire. Changmin keeps reaching for Yunho’s cock; Yunho twists his hand away and punishes Changmin with a series of love-bites across his chest and up his throat. By the time Yunho licks into Changmin’s ear, making him squirm and laugh, breathless and excited, Changmin is ready to go a second round and Yunho is hard enough to pound concrete.
“Greedy,” Yunho teases, stroking Changmin’s dick.
“One of the advantages of being young.”
“I remember those days.” Yunho flips Changmin onto his back, tongue flicking over the pulse point just below his ear until he quivers and moans. “The advantage of being older is that I know what I’m doing.”
“Glad someone does.” Changmin bucks up, needy and demanding all over again. He gazes at Yunho. “Did you really dream of me?”
“Every night.” Honesty pricks him, and Yunho adjusts his answer: “Okay, maybe I didn’t dream of you every night, but I thought about you every night. You’re my favourite fantasy when I get myself off. Which I do kind of a lot recently.”
“Oh.” Changmin looks shy and pleased. “I thought about you, too.”
“You should’ve called sooner.”
Guilt lights Changmin’s expression. “I’m-”
“Don’t say ‘sorry’.” Yunho kisses him. “I’m here now. You’ve got me all week long if that’s what you want.”
“God, yes, yes.” Changmin winds both arms around Yunho’s neck and pulls him closer. Then he pauses, uncertainty in his eyes. “It’s not just because of the car. You do know that, don’t you?”
Yunho smiles. “Stop thinking so much, Changminnie.” He rolls Changmin onto his left side and spoons him. For a moment he enjoys the smell and warmth of him, the reality of holding Changmin naked in his arms again after so many weeks with just his imagination for company. He kisses Changmin’s nape, strokes his back, the dip of his waist, the sweep of his flank, the high, tight curve of his ass. Changmin has agreeably downy thighs, and Yunho tickles his fingertips up the back of Changmin’s legs and into the sweat-slicked warmth between.
Changmin makes a soft noise and parts his knees, lifts his right leg just a little. Yunho slips his hand between Changmin’s thighs, feeling hard muscle and the tender drag of flesh. He lets his hand rest there for a moment, then pulls free and traces upwards. His fingers follow the ripe swell of Changmin’s ass. He burrows into the crack, strokes through damp hair. Changmin pushes back, a sigh whispering out of him.
“Baby,” Yunho says, urgency taking hold. “We need lube and stuff.” He has plenty stashed in his bag, but that’s in his car and he doesn’t want to stop this.
“Oh,” Changmin moans, “here, here-” and he scrawls up to his bedside table and almost pulls out the drawer in his haste. Onto the duvet he drops a bottle of lube and pack of condoms. Brand new, both of them. It’s flattering. Exciting.
Yunho kisses down Changmin’s shoulder, nips at the soft skin that curves into his underarm. Murmurs a slew of endearments and filth in dialect, knowing that Changmin won’t understand but trusting that he’ll feel the emotion behind the words regardless. He opens the bottle, squeezes out the slippery gel. Rubs it over his fingers and resumes exploring Changmin’s ass, enjoying the slick little sounds as he works a finger inside Changmin’s hole.
“Oh, yes.” Changmin goes all limp, the breath shuddering out of him. He turns his face against the duvet. A new tension seizes him, and he grunts and thrusts back, opening himself a little wider. “More.”
Yunho fucks him with two fingers, pushing harder into the smooth, tight grip. He can’t wait to climb inside and have that heat wrapped around his cock. Changmin tosses his head, stretching back. He groans, lifts his right leg again and hooks his foot behind Yunho’s knee. The position opens him up even more, and Changmin gets really dirty, grinding down hard on Yunho’s hand. He quivers with each thrust, Yunho’s fingers at just the right angle to hit that sweet bundle of nerves inside.
“Want you,” Changmin gasps out. “More than this. Give me your cock.”
Yunho takes his time, rolling on the latex and coating his dick with lube. Changmin moves against him, hot and restless. Yunho fits himself against Changmin, edges a little lower on the bed so they line up, and then he grasps the base of his cock to stop himself from shooting the moment he gets inside Changmin.
Because, God, he wants to. He wants to let loose every last drop of control and come right now, with just the head of his dick pushing into Changmin’s tight hole. “Oh, Changminnie,” he says, breath hitching as he slides in deeper. “Changminnie, oh.”
Changmin makes a choked, hungry sound. “More. All of it. Everything.”
Yunho arches into him, stroking all the way in. Changmin is tighter than a fist gripping him. Fucking fuck, but that feels incredible. Yunho forgets to breathe. He just holds still, buried balls-deep inside Changmin, and tries to imprint this moment in his mind forever.
“Please,” Changmin whispers. “Do me.”
Sanity returns, accompanied by a massive kick of lust. Yunho draws out, surges back inside. Changmin jolts, a gasp torn from him. They press closer, Changmin letting Yunho rearrange him to his satisfaction. Yunho snakes one arm beneath Changmin’s waist to keep him steady; the other hand he puts on Changmin’s right knee, holding his leg up and back, keeping his hole stretched open, all slick and ready.
Yunho fucks into him, keeping his pace strong and steady even though it’s killing him to go slow. Changmin jerks like a puppet with his strings cut, a slave to Yunho’s dictates, rapid breaths shivering out of him, his body hot and wet and running with the scent of musk and lust and need. He’s so fucking gorgeous, almost completely abandoned to pleasure, and Yunho can’t resist him.
He licks over Changmin’s shoulder blade, strokes the inside of Changmin’s thigh all the way up, then presses his fingers into the hollow of his hips. Changmin squirms and fights. Impaled on Yunho’s cock, he’s barely coherent. Sweat slicks his back, his nape; feathers of hair hang damp and curling. Yunho licks it, tastes the tang of salt and the freshness of Changmin’s skin. Nibbling at the long silky strands, he nuzzles up and catches at Changmin’s hair with his teeth, tugging at it as he shifts gear and drives into Changmin harder, faster.
“Oh God.” Changmin reaches back, grabs at Yunho’s thigh and scratches him. “Oh shit, oh fuck, that feels so good, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop-”
Yunho rolls them over a quarter-turn so Changmin is facedown. The new position seats Yunho even deeper inside him, and Changmin snaps his head up from the duvet, his hair tousled in his face and his mouth open and gasping, and he snarls, “Yunho, Yunho, fuck me hard.”
“Yeah, oh yeah.” Yunho grinds into him nice and deep.
Changmin cries out, voice drowning in utter desperate pleasure. “More,” he urges, “Harder. More.”
Yunho shafts into him, darkness curling around the edges of his vision. The only thing of any meaning is the man he’s holding. He buries his face against the slick heat of Changmin’s nape, feels him shuddering as he ramps back to meet Yunho’s thrusts.
The sounds that pour from Changmin’s lips are insanely hot. Yunho knew from their first meeting that Changmin was a wildcat when handled properly; he’s glad that nothing’s changed in the interim. Changmin is just as responsive, just as hungry; his demands are just as honest, and Yunho revels in the chance to fulfil them. “You wanna come, baby?”
Changmin flicks back his head, sweaty and wrecked. “Yes. Yes. God, Yunho, oh God.” His voice slides even higher as Yunho turns him again, grasps his cock, and jerks him off. “Fuck oh fuck oh-fuck.”
Yunho groans as Changmin flutters and clenches around him. “Changminnie, yeah. Milk my dick. Oh, you’re tight, baby. Gonna fill you up.”
“Do it, do it now,” Changmin begs, and orgasm shakes him apart.
Yunho pounds into him and unloads in a hot rush. He stifles his yell of ecstasy by taking a mouthful of the back of Changmin’s neck, all hot flesh and sweat-dampened hair, and it’s perfect, the most amazing thing he’s ever tasted.
Aftershocks of pleasure tingle across his skin, rock through his body. He doesn’t want to move. Changmin reaches back and takes hold of his hand, curling their fingers tight together. Cute. Yunho smiles against Changmin’s shoulder and presses a kiss to the bite-marks he’s left in the pale skin.
Changmin moans, a long, rumbling purr that ends on a snuffle of laughter. “I should have called you sooner.”
“Yeah, you should.” Yunho cuddles closer. He runs through all the permutations of teasing comments on how they need to make up for lost time, but he decides against all of them. It’s not important. What matters is how they go from here.
“Now,” Yunho murmurs, lips brushing over Changmin’s ear. “What now?”
Changmin turns his head and smiles. “Now we can look at cars.”
Chapter 2 >>
Fandom: TVXQ
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: NC17 overall; this chapter NC17
Summary: The mechanic and the academic. Long-distance relationship. Sceptical friends. This really shouldn’t work, but Yunho is determined that it will. Now he just has to convince Changmin that they can have forever.
Notes: AU. For the prompt ‘opposites attract’ in diagon’s Twelve Months of HoMin challenge. Sequel to 0-60 in 3.5. In this ‘verse, Yunho is 28 and Changmin is 23.
Driving With The Brakes On
Chapter 1
Maybe the flowers were a mistake.
Yunho changes his mind three times between the car park and Changmin’s dorm. It had seemed like a good idea half an hour ago when he’d driven past the florist’s on the way to the university, but now he’s not so sure. It’s a bit weird to give a guy flowers. It’s even weirder when you’re giving the flowers to a guy you’ve not seen in almost a month after a one-off red-hot shagfest.
Yeah, the flowers are definitely a mistake. Yunho thought it was kind of a sweet gesture, but now he thinks it’s stupid. Especially as all these people-students, even-are giving him sidelong looks. They probably think he’s delivering the flowers. To a girl. Because the flowers are mostly pink. Those lilies that look a bit pornographic with their fleshy curling petals and sort of phallic sticky-up bit in the middle. Some cute flat things that look like daisies but they’re bigger and bright cerise. And roses, pale pink and pretty. The whole bouquet smells nice, too, and it’s wrapped in shiny paper with ribbons, and...
And this is a really moronic idea, and he doesn’t know what he was thinking, except he had this vague thought that it’d please Changmin.
Flowers. Guys don’t want to receive flowers. He should’ve bought a crate of beer instead.
Yunho pushes open the door to the dorms and strides in, looking for the numbered staircase that’ll take him up to Changmin’s apartment. He finds it, starts climbing, then pauses at the second floor. A couple of girls are having a conversation outside one of the doors. They both look at him, and so he goes over and holds out the flowers to the shorter of the girls and says, “These are for you.”
The girl takes the bouquet and stammers something indistinct while her friend squeals excitedly.
Pleased that someone will have some enjoyment out of the flowers, Yunho continues on his way. He reaches the fifth floor, goes down the corridor, then waits outside the door of apartment 516. This may just be the stupidest thing he’s ever done. More stupid than the time he’d decided to strip the engine of an old Leopard 2 when he was in the army. At least he’d been drunk out of his mind on that occasion.
Ugh, why is he so nervous? Changmin’s just a kid. No, a student. A cute student, cute and really fucking sexy and with the most gorgeous mouth he’s ever seen, but still, Changmin’s in school and that makes things different; or at least that’s what Donghae says and he knows these things because all of his girlfriends are college students.
Yunho raises his hand and knocks.
The door opens straight away. Changmin stands there. He’s wearing jeans and a white t-shirt under a linen blazer, and his hair is swept back and styled up a bit at the front, and it looks soft and touchable. There’s a faint wash of colour through his face and then his expression gets all composed and he presses his lips together.
Jesus, his mouth. Yunho stares at it, lust drop-kicking him in the gut, then he gathers himself and tips back his head, aiming for cool. “Hi.”
“Hello.” Changmin doesn’t move, doesn’t invite him in. Yunho wonders if he’s having second thoughts about this whole thing, and then Changmin says, his voice cracking slightly, “You made good time. The traffic must’ve been good. I hope you didn’t speed. Did you not bring a bag?”
“It’s in the car.” Yunho gestures towards the front of the building. “I wasn’t sure what you had in mind. I don’t like sleeping on a couch, but I’m not going to assume you have a spare bed, so...”
Changmin is staring, his initial wariness fading now. “Yunho,” he says, very softly, “come here.”
Yunho steps into the apartment, closes the distance between them and gets right into Changmin’s space.
Changmin gasps, a tiny, sharp exhalation. Excitement flashes in his eyes, and then he drops his gaze, stares at Yunho’s mouth. “Come closer.”
Yunho kisses him. The first and last time they’d met, it’d taken him all afternoon to get round to kissing Changmin. He’s glad it didn’t take that long this time.
Changmin tastes so good, as sweet and innocent and exciting as he tasted last month. He makes another of those muffled little noises, and the sound of it purrs right through Yunho. It’s really fucking sexy, and Yunho slides an arm around Changmin’s waist and pulls him even closer. Changmin breaks the kiss long enough to say, “Yes, oh God, yes,” and they’re straight back into it, hot and deep and messy.
Changmin grabs at him. They stumble backwards. There’s a wall. Yunho puts his hand out, stops himself from crushing Changmin. Changes his mind and presses right up against him, rakes his hand through Changmin’s hair and holds on.
The kiss gets hotter. Yunho grinds up against Changmin, pinning him to the wall. Fuck, he wants him right here and now, wants to do him hard. Yunho lifts his head and stares at the ruin he’s made of Changmin’s carefully styled hair, at Changmin’s fluttering eyelashes and his bruised wet mouth. Irresistible, every beautiful inch of him. Yunho kisses him again, pulls Changmin’s t-shirt up to touch his bare skin, then slides that greedy hand down beneath the waistband of Changmin’s jeans.
Changmin yelps and pulls back, flushed and breathless. “Wait. My friends.”
“Who?” Yunho had forgotten the existence of Changmin’s flatmates.
“Uh.” Changmin licks his lips, nods slightly. “Cho Kyuhyun and Choi Minho.”
Oh shit. An audience. Yunho pastes on a smile and half turns, hoping that his erection isn’t too obvious. Maybe if he presses against Changmin some more, because that way it hides the fact that they’ve both got massive boners. Or maybe that’ll just make it worse. Yeah, makes it worse. Yunho gives up, pours brightness into his smile. “Hi!”
Kyuhyun and Minho are standing frozen in the doorway to the living room. They look stunned. It seems as if it’s an unusual occurrence to have random guys barging into their apartment and sucking the face off their flatmate. Which can only be a good thing.
Yunho turns up the wattage on his smile and hopes he doesn’t look like a complete lunatic. Kyuhyun and Minho continue to stare. They don’t seem to have much in the way of conversation. Yunho isn’t sure what to do with the awkwardness, so he turns back to Changmin. “You want to go look at cars?”
Changmin lifts his chin, expression hot and hungry. “Not right now.”
Yunho blinks. SEX! his brain shouts, lighting the word up in ten-foot neon letters. SEX NOW! SEX WITH CHANGMIN! GET TO IT!
“Where’s your room?” Yunho demands.
Changmin points at a door about four feet away. Four feet too far, in Yunho’s opinion. He seizes Changmin by the arm and hustles him towards it.
“Are you actually going to carry him?” one of the flatmates asks in tones of disbelief, but Yunho doesn’t care. Hell yeah he’d carry Changmin, put him over his shoulder and drag him away if he had to, but that doesn’t seem necessary. Changmin can’t get into his room quick enough.
Yunho has the blurred impression of a neat space filled with books, but his peripheral attention is mainly on the bed. It’s narrow and has the same blue and green tonal squares duvet that Yunho has, which is either a coincidence or just kind of sweet. Not that he really cares about shit like duvet covers, because the rest of his attention is on getting Changmin naked as fast as possible.
They snatch at each other, kisses rough and urgent as they tear at their clothes, desperate to touch. Changmin makes frantic noises that burn through Yunho’s senses. He hurls Changmin’s blazer to the floor, where it gets trodden on.
“Linen creases really badly,” Changmin protests.
“Who the fuck cares.” Yunho yanks Changmin’s t-shirt over his head and shoves him onto the bed, following him down and hooking one leg across Changmin’s thighs, pinning him to the duvet.
Changmin bucks up against him. “Please.”
Yunho puts his hands all over Changmin; shoulders, chest, waist. Rubs his thumb through the narrow stripe of hair running from Changmin’s navel down below his jeans. Yunho kisses him, mouth first and then his throat, then a nipple, pink and tight and hard, and Changmin jerks and shivers and babbles, “Yes, yes, Yunho-” and his hands fist tight into the fabric of Yunho’s shirt.
“Want you naked.” Yunho gets Changmin’s jeans undone. Changmin arches off the bed to speed the process of removal, but Yunho can’t wait that long. He drags both jeans and underwear down to Changmin’s knees and takes a handful of Changmin’s cock, flexing his grip around it.
“Don’t,” Changmin gasps, a helpless note in his voice. His eyes close. “I won’t last. Oh God, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”
“Are you kidding?” Yunho slides his hand up the length of silky-hard flesh. Changmin is leaking all over his fingers, tense and wet, the smell of him musky and hot. His hips work as he thrusts into Yunho’s grasp. He’s so fucking needy, and God, he’s sexy; he’s so beautiful like this he takes Yunho’s breath away.
“You look amazing,” Yunho tells him. “Let me see you come.”
Changmin moans, thrashes around. “No, no, I want-I want...”
“C’mon, baby. Give it up for me,” Yunho coaxes, pumping Changmin’s dick with smooth, hard strokes that make Changmin quiver and rut up and moan like an absolute slut. “Oh yeah. I’ve been dreaming about you all this time.”
“What?” Changmin’s eyes open wide. His entire body goes rigid. He arches up, hanging, waiting-
“Oh, baby,” Yunho breathes. He works Changmin’s cock harder, faster, feels the orgasm coiling, and then Changmin makes a desperate sound and puts back his head. He cries out as he comes, his seed jetting thick and hot, and Yunho strokes him through it, voice hoarse and passionate as he says, “Like that, Changminnie, just like that...”
“Fuck.” Changmin crumples back onto the duvet. He’s trembling, his skin flushed with arousal and a delicious gleam of sweat striped down his chest amidst the spatter-trails of spunk. He laughs a little, looking embarrassed. “Oh God. I’ve never come so fast in my entire life. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise. You needed it. And it’s really hot to watch you get off.” Yunho leans down and licks at the glimmering patterns, Changmin’s taste warm and rich on his tongue. He’d forgotten how good this was, Changmin lying hot and sweaty beneath him, breathing hard and with his hands on Yunho’s shoulders, through his hair, the touch affectionate and demanding at the same time.
“Wait. I have tissues.” Changmin wriggles away and fumbles beneath the bed, returning with a clump of paper tissues grasped in his hand. He cleans himself off and tosses the scrumpled ball onto the floor.
Yunho smiles at him. “I’d have been quite happy to lick you clean.”
Changmin lowers his gaze, touches Yunho’s thigh, rubs at his cock through the denim. “Talking of which, can I... I mean, would you like me to suck you?”
It’s the way he says it, the same way he might say May I interest you in a cup of tea? His accent is pure posh, and Yunho feels like a dirty rough boy grabbing at the pretty thing he can’t afford. The reminder of their differences does nothing to dampen his ardour; in fact, it does the opposite and makes Yunho even hornier.
“Say that again,” he growls, fixing his gaze on Changmin’s mouth.
Changmin blushes. He licks his lips, peeks up through the tumble of hair and the fluttery sweep of long eyelashes. “Would you like me to suck your cock?”
Fuck, yes, more than anything, but Yunho reins in the impulse. If that gorgeous mouth gets anywhere near his dick, Yunho knows he’ll shoot faster than Changmin did. Not quite the impression he wants to make, no matter how compelling the thought is of Changmin’s face covered in come.
“Let’s just get comfortable first, yeah?” Yunho finishes undressing Changmin, laying him out naked against the blue and green duvet.
“And you,” Changmin orders, chin lifting to give him a haughty look. “You’re wearing far too many clothes. It’s absolutely unforgiveable.”
Yunho grins and strips off. Changmin stares at him, sends hot, darting glances at his chest, his cock, back up to his face, and it reminds Yunho of their first meeting when Changmin had been over-heated and sun-dazzled and had stared at Yunho’s half naked body like he’d never seen anything quite so edible before. He’d tried so hard to be casual and surreptitious, but the end result was a blatant telegraphing of desire.
He’s doing the same thing all over again. Fuck, he’s adorable. Yunho has never gone for younger guys before, but since August he’s reassessed his stance and has come to the conclusion that it’s nothing to do with age and everything to do with Changmin himself.
“You’re so tanned.” Changmin sounds admiring, laying his hand on Yunho’s chest, pale skin against dark. He slides his fingers down, caressing the tan lines low on Yunho’s hips. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
Yunho thinks Changmin is more beautiful, with his indoor skin almost like milk and those big dark eyes and generous mouth and all the wariness that makes him lock down and the curiosity that makes him open up.
They kiss, warm and gentle; touch each other, rediscovering sensitive places and mapping new routes of desire. Changmin keeps reaching for Yunho’s cock; Yunho twists his hand away and punishes Changmin with a series of love-bites across his chest and up his throat. By the time Yunho licks into Changmin’s ear, making him squirm and laugh, breathless and excited, Changmin is ready to go a second round and Yunho is hard enough to pound concrete.
“Greedy,” Yunho teases, stroking Changmin’s dick.
“One of the advantages of being young.”
“I remember those days.” Yunho flips Changmin onto his back, tongue flicking over the pulse point just below his ear until he quivers and moans. “The advantage of being older is that I know what I’m doing.”
“Glad someone does.” Changmin bucks up, needy and demanding all over again. He gazes at Yunho. “Did you really dream of me?”
“Every night.” Honesty pricks him, and Yunho adjusts his answer: “Okay, maybe I didn’t dream of you every night, but I thought about you every night. You’re my favourite fantasy when I get myself off. Which I do kind of a lot recently.”
“Oh.” Changmin looks shy and pleased. “I thought about you, too.”
“You should’ve called sooner.”
Guilt lights Changmin’s expression. “I’m-”
“Don’t say ‘sorry’.” Yunho kisses him. “I’m here now. You’ve got me all week long if that’s what you want.”
“God, yes, yes.” Changmin winds both arms around Yunho’s neck and pulls him closer. Then he pauses, uncertainty in his eyes. “It’s not just because of the car. You do know that, don’t you?”
Yunho smiles. “Stop thinking so much, Changminnie.” He rolls Changmin onto his left side and spoons him. For a moment he enjoys the smell and warmth of him, the reality of holding Changmin naked in his arms again after so many weeks with just his imagination for company. He kisses Changmin’s nape, strokes his back, the dip of his waist, the sweep of his flank, the high, tight curve of his ass. Changmin has agreeably downy thighs, and Yunho tickles his fingertips up the back of Changmin’s legs and into the sweat-slicked warmth between.
Changmin makes a soft noise and parts his knees, lifts his right leg just a little. Yunho slips his hand between Changmin’s thighs, feeling hard muscle and the tender drag of flesh. He lets his hand rest there for a moment, then pulls free and traces upwards. His fingers follow the ripe swell of Changmin’s ass. He burrows into the crack, strokes through damp hair. Changmin pushes back, a sigh whispering out of him.
“Baby,” Yunho says, urgency taking hold. “We need lube and stuff.” He has plenty stashed in his bag, but that’s in his car and he doesn’t want to stop this.
“Oh,” Changmin moans, “here, here-” and he scrawls up to his bedside table and almost pulls out the drawer in his haste. Onto the duvet he drops a bottle of lube and pack of condoms. Brand new, both of them. It’s flattering. Exciting.
Yunho kisses down Changmin’s shoulder, nips at the soft skin that curves into his underarm. Murmurs a slew of endearments and filth in dialect, knowing that Changmin won’t understand but trusting that he’ll feel the emotion behind the words regardless. He opens the bottle, squeezes out the slippery gel. Rubs it over his fingers and resumes exploring Changmin’s ass, enjoying the slick little sounds as he works a finger inside Changmin’s hole.
“Oh, yes.” Changmin goes all limp, the breath shuddering out of him. He turns his face against the duvet. A new tension seizes him, and he grunts and thrusts back, opening himself a little wider. “More.”
Yunho fucks him with two fingers, pushing harder into the smooth, tight grip. He can’t wait to climb inside and have that heat wrapped around his cock. Changmin tosses his head, stretching back. He groans, lifts his right leg again and hooks his foot behind Yunho’s knee. The position opens him up even more, and Changmin gets really dirty, grinding down hard on Yunho’s hand. He quivers with each thrust, Yunho’s fingers at just the right angle to hit that sweet bundle of nerves inside.
“Want you,” Changmin gasps out. “More than this. Give me your cock.”
Yunho takes his time, rolling on the latex and coating his dick with lube. Changmin moves against him, hot and restless. Yunho fits himself against Changmin, edges a little lower on the bed so they line up, and then he grasps the base of his cock to stop himself from shooting the moment he gets inside Changmin.
Because, God, he wants to. He wants to let loose every last drop of control and come right now, with just the head of his dick pushing into Changmin’s tight hole. “Oh, Changminnie,” he says, breath hitching as he slides in deeper. “Changminnie, oh.”
Changmin makes a choked, hungry sound. “More. All of it. Everything.”
Yunho arches into him, stroking all the way in. Changmin is tighter than a fist gripping him. Fucking fuck, but that feels incredible. Yunho forgets to breathe. He just holds still, buried balls-deep inside Changmin, and tries to imprint this moment in his mind forever.
“Please,” Changmin whispers. “Do me.”
Sanity returns, accompanied by a massive kick of lust. Yunho draws out, surges back inside. Changmin jolts, a gasp torn from him. They press closer, Changmin letting Yunho rearrange him to his satisfaction. Yunho snakes one arm beneath Changmin’s waist to keep him steady; the other hand he puts on Changmin’s right knee, holding his leg up and back, keeping his hole stretched open, all slick and ready.
Yunho fucks into him, keeping his pace strong and steady even though it’s killing him to go slow. Changmin jerks like a puppet with his strings cut, a slave to Yunho’s dictates, rapid breaths shivering out of him, his body hot and wet and running with the scent of musk and lust and need. He’s so fucking gorgeous, almost completely abandoned to pleasure, and Yunho can’t resist him.
He licks over Changmin’s shoulder blade, strokes the inside of Changmin’s thigh all the way up, then presses his fingers into the hollow of his hips. Changmin squirms and fights. Impaled on Yunho’s cock, he’s barely coherent. Sweat slicks his back, his nape; feathers of hair hang damp and curling. Yunho licks it, tastes the tang of salt and the freshness of Changmin’s skin. Nibbling at the long silky strands, he nuzzles up and catches at Changmin’s hair with his teeth, tugging at it as he shifts gear and drives into Changmin harder, faster.
“Oh God.” Changmin reaches back, grabs at Yunho’s thigh and scratches him. “Oh shit, oh fuck, that feels so good, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop-”
Yunho rolls them over a quarter-turn so Changmin is facedown. The new position seats Yunho even deeper inside him, and Changmin snaps his head up from the duvet, his hair tousled in his face and his mouth open and gasping, and he snarls, “Yunho, Yunho, fuck me hard.”
“Yeah, oh yeah.” Yunho grinds into him nice and deep.
Changmin cries out, voice drowning in utter desperate pleasure. “More,” he urges, “Harder. More.”
Yunho shafts into him, darkness curling around the edges of his vision. The only thing of any meaning is the man he’s holding. He buries his face against the slick heat of Changmin’s nape, feels him shuddering as he ramps back to meet Yunho’s thrusts.
The sounds that pour from Changmin’s lips are insanely hot. Yunho knew from their first meeting that Changmin was a wildcat when handled properly; he’s glad that nothing’s changed in the interim. Changmin is just as responsive, just as hungry; his demands are just as honest, and Yunho revels in the chance to fulfil them. “You wanna come, baby?”
Changmin flicks back his head, sweaty and wrecked. “Yes. Yes. God, Yunho, oh God.” His voice slides even higher as Yunho turns him again, grasps his cock, and jerks him off. “Fuck oh fuck oh-fuck.”
Yunho groans as Changmin flutters and clenches around him. “Changminnie, yeah. Milk my dick. Oh, you’re tight, baby. Gonna fill you up.”
“Do it, do it now,” Changmin begs, and orgasm shakes him apart.
Yunho pounds into him and unloads in a hot rush. He stifles his yell of ecstasy by taking a mouthful of the back of Changmin’s neck, all hot flesh and sweat-dampened hair, and it’s perfect, the most amazing thing he’s ever tasted.
Aftershocks of pleasure tingle across his skin, rock through his body. He doesn’t want to move. Changmin reaches back and takes hold of his hand, curling their fingers tight together. Cute. Yunho smiles against Changmin’s shoulder and presses a kiss to the bite-marks he’s left in the pale skin.
Changmin moans, a long, rumbling purr that ends on a snuffle of laughter. “I should have called you sooner.”
“Yeah, you should.” Yunho cuddles closer. He runs through all the permutations of teasing comments on how they need to make up for lost time, but he decides against all of them. It’s not important. What matters is how they go from here.
“Now,” Yunho murmurs, lips brushing over Changmin’s ear. “What now?”
Changmin turns his head and smiles. “Now we can look at cars.”
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