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Title: Lacquer
Author:
butterflyweb
Rating: Rish
Pairing: YooMin
Summary: Changmin is less than impressed with the costuming for Last Angel. Yoochun changes his mind.
A/N: Prompt 'nailpolish'. 2nd of ten given to me by and written for
nemesis_cry
The smell of acetone is heavy in his nostrils, stinging his eyes and clutching painfully in his chest. He can almost taste it, bitter and sour on the back of his tongue. Small, cold hands hold his right delicately and firmly at the same time, the liquid cold of the paint gliding over short, blunt nails.
Changmin bites his lip in annoyance, completely unenthused about this latest lightbulb to click on in their stylist’s brain.
“Blow on them,” the petite girl instructs him, capping the polish and waving him away. “Don’t touch until they’re totally dry.”
He climbs gingerly out of the make-up chair, hands out in front of him and fingers splayed, features set in a scowl. The make-up is bad enough. What’s next? Pedicures?
Flapping his hands like a useless bird, he touches his thumb delicately after a moment, wincing as he feels the tacky paint. How long does it take?
A hand wraps around his elbow out of nowhere, long-fingers curling around the skinny limb and tugging him to follow. Yoochun throws him a grin, eyes glittering with amusement at Changmin’s distress.
“Come, child. Benefit from my secrets.” The other leads him into the men’s room, taking his hand and sticking it under the faucet, a blast of cold water sending a shiver through Changmin’s body.
Yoochun waves his glossy black nails for him to see, smirking. “Why do you think I’m the only one not huffing and puffing like a demented fairytale character?”
Changmin harrumphs, wiggling his fingers under the deluge of freezing water. “I don’t even want to know how you know this.”
A roll of the eyes and Yoochun grabs his wrist, playing with his fingers even as he replaces the empty space with his other hand. “Don’t be so vanilla, Minnie. Black nails are sexy.” He taps the top of his nail with the pad of his finger.
“If you’re a vampire,” Changmin mutters, face heating even as Yoochun clucks his tongue in disapproval.
A slow smirk then, one that means trouble for whoever it’s directed at and Changmin swallows hard, all too aware of the sudden intensity of Yoochun’s gaze.
“Really now?” Yoochun raises Changmin’s hands to his lip, a tongue darting out to flick against the tip. “I think you have gorgeous hands, Min-ah.”
Changmin feels dizziness swim through him, suddenly light-headed as Yoochun takes his first digit between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. The scrape of teeth against his skin, the warm cavern of Yoochun’s mouth and tongue…it was enough to leave him suddenly uncomfortable in tight white jeans, panting softly.
“Hyung…don’t, we’re still…”
Yoochun ignores him, eyes fluttering closed as he sucks hard at Changmin’s finger, moaning around the single digit until Changmin is gripping the rim of the sink for dear life. The sight of full lips and the other man’s obvious pleasure is undoing him quickly and effectively, water splashing from the sink as he falls back weakly.
A hand presses between his legs, even as Yoochun takes in another finger, eyes sliding open slow as honey to lock on his. Dark, smoldering and god, how does he do that?
“Yoochun…” Changmin gets out weakly, shifting his hips between the warm pressure of Yoochun’s hand and the cold edge of the sink. The other licks his palm in response, wet, hot and wicked.
It undoes him, a sudden gasp escaping his lips as he comes fast and hard, heat heavy in his cheeks. Yoochun laughs, a discordant melody and swallows Changmin’s retort before it can pass his lips.
Yoochun’s tongue is an item of sin, Changmin is sure, melting into the other man, fingers clutching at the back of his jacket. Pulling slightly as Yoochun withdraws, speaking against his ear.
“Any time you want to show me what else those hands can do, Minnie-ah…you know where to find me.”
Author:
butterflyweb
Rating: Rish
Pairing: YooMin
Summary: Changmin is less than impressed with the costuming for Last Angel. Yoochun changes his mind.
A/N: Prompt 'nailpolish'. 2nd of ten given to me by and written for
nemesis_cry
The smell of acetone is heavy in his nostrils, stinging his eyes and clutching painfully in his chest. He can almost taste it, bitter and sour on the back of his tongue. Small, cold hands hold his right delicately and firmly at the same time, the liquid cold of the paint gliding over short, blunt nails.
Changmin bites his lip in annoyance, completely unenthused about this latest lightbulb to click on in their stylist’s brain.
“Blow on them,” the petite girl instructs him, capping the polish and waving him away. “Don’t touch until they’re totally dry.”
He climbs gingerly out of the make-up chair, hands out in front of him and fingers splayed, features set in a scowl. The make-up is bad enough. What’s next? Pedicures?
Flapping his hands like a useless bird, he touches his thumb delicately after a moment, wincing as he feels the tacky paint. How long does it take?
A hand wraps around his elbow out of nowhere, long-fingers curling around the skinny limb and tugging him to follow. Yoochun throws him a grin, eyes glittering with amusement at Changmin’s distress.
“Come, child. Benefit from my secrets.” The other leads him into the men’s room, taking his hand and sticking it under the faucet, a blast of cold water sending a shiver through Changmin’s body.
Yoochun waves his glossy black nails for him to see, smirking. “Why do you think I’m the only one not huffing and puffing like a demented fairytale character?”
Changmin harrumphs, wiggling his fingers under the deluge of freezing water. “I don’t even want to know how you know this.”
A roll of the eyes and Yoochun grabs his wrist, playing with his fingers even as he replaces the empty space with his other hand. “Don’t be so vanilla, Minnie. Black nails are sexy.” He taps the top of his nail with the pad of his finger.
“If you’re a vampire,” Changmin mutters, face heating even as Yoochun clucks his tongue in disapproval.
A slow smirk then, one that means trouble for whoever it’s directed at and Changmin swallows hard, all too aware of the sudden intensity of Yoochun’s gaze.
“Really now?” Yoochun raises Changmin’s hands to his lip, a tongue darting out to flick against the tip. “I think you have gorgeous hands, Min-ah.”
Changmin feels dizziness swim through him, suddenly light-headed as Yoochun takes his first digit between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. The scrape of teeth against his skin, the warm cavern of Yoochun’s mouth and tongue…it was enough to leave him suddenly uncomfortable in tight white jeans, panting softly.
“Hyung…don’t, we’re still…”
Yoochun ignores him, eyes fluttering closed as he sucks hard at Changmin’s finger, moaning around the single digit until Changmin is gripping the rim of the sink for dear life. The sight of full lips and the other man’s obvious pleasure is undoing him quickly and effectively, water splashing from the sink as he falls back weakly.
A hand presses between his legs, even as Yoochun takes in another finger, eyes sliding open slow as honey to lock on his. Dark, smoldering and god, how does he do that?
“Yoochun…” Changmin gets out weakly, shifting his hips between the warm pressure of Yoochun’s hand and the cold edge of the sink. The other licks his palm in response, wet, hot and wicked.
It undoes him, a sudden gasp escaping his lips as he comes fast and hard, heat heavy in his cheeks. Yoochun laughs, a discordant melody and swallows Changmin’s retort before it can pass his lips.
Yoochun’s tongue is an item of sin, Changmin is sure, melting into the other man, fingers clutching at the back of his jacket. Pulling slightly as Yoochun withdraws, speaking against his ear.
“Any time you want to show me what else those hands can do, Minnie-ah…you know where to find me.”