Strawberry Yogurt [2]
Title: Strawberry Yogurt
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I'd like to own Jaejoong's nutella
Pairing: Yunjae, Yunjaemin
Length: [2/2]
Genre: PWMP (Porn with minimum plot? o.o")
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, sex, voyeurism, kitchen kink...
Summary: Changmin completes a usual night of watching porn on his laptop. And is quite surprised to find live porn in his own house.
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Strawberry Yogurt - Two
He refused to think about anything but math.
For the next few weeks, Changmin spent an admittedly unhealthy amount of time buried beneath his books. He told himself it was to be extra ready for his calculus exam in a week and half.
The only time he spent at home was to sleep and inhale breakfast before the sun came up before he'd bolt to study anywhere Jaejoong and Yunho weren't.
He was surprised he'd made it this far without seeing more than a few fleeting seconds when he'd pass by one on his way to bed where he'd force himself to sleep. But that didn't save him from the reoccurring dreams he'd have of him fucking Jaejoong long and hard into the kitchen table. And when he realized he was Yunho hammering Jaejoong in his dream, he'd wake up and pretend not to realize how fucked up he was.
He'd tried looking up gay porn once. Only once. With his laptop under a tree in the farthest recesses of the park. Not the most ideal place to risk a hard on but he was testing himself.
He failed miserably. And all over the tree trunk.
As Changmin scooped twelve spoonfuls of Lucky Charms into his mouth at 6am in the morning, it finally dawned on him, glaring and obnoxious. This was becoming more than just a phase. But dammit, he just didn't know what to do.
And that trip to the movies had done nothing more than set off the time bomb of insanity in Changmin's head. What the hell were those two thinking? Giving a handjob in the theater right next to Changmin? Jaejoong had even licked the cum off his fingers like Yunho Juice was a common snack he could easily buy at the concession stand. And then he'd held Changmin's hand while he did it.
Was this some kind of punishment for intruding on their secret? Jaejoong wasn't known for being the most normal person on earth, but he was usually predictably abnormal. Making his dongsaeng watch as he got off another man in public had to be classified as cruel and unusual punishment. Perhaps a bit more unusual than it was cruel...
Changmin picked up the bowl and gulped down the remaining milk. There had to be a way to get back on Jaejoong's good side. This kind of stress would surely stunt Changmin's growth.
The toilet flushed from the bathroom down the hall and the door opened and closed.
"Min?"
Changmin froze mid-swallow and slowly lowered his bowl to the table.
Jaejoong sauntered into the kitchen, dressed in thin sweatpants that hung dangerously on his hips and a T-shirt he'd probably borrowed from Yoochun. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, yawning and his hair stood on end in all directions. Even just after waking up, he was a perfect portrait.
"What are you doing up so early?" He asked, stopping in front of the table.
Changmin hastily licked milk off his lips. "I was just going--To study at Kibum's house." Before he could pounce out of his seat a disappear out the door, Jaejoong arrested him with a look of mild alarm.
"It's Saturday. I haven't made breakfast."
"No thanks. I'm fine."
Jaejoong's alarm was replaced with a playful smile. "Nonsense. I'm sure you've got nothing else to do. Pancakes won't take that long. You want it with nutella?"
Every bone and muscle in Changmin's body was screaming at him to RUN, but his stomach was doing happy flips.
And so he sat there and waited while Jaejoong made pancakes. As the smell of butter and batter wafted from the stove, his stomach chastised him for making it wait so long to enjoy something so divine.
Jaejoong turned around with a crooked smile. "You wanna try my new nutella? I've been mixing different things and I think this will make your toes curl."
Changmin nodded like a puppy, but he was curious. What else could you mix with nutella besides pancakes and love?
Jaejoong reached inside the cupboard and pulled out a cup and without a word, he left the kitchen. Changmin sat and waited for much longer than he'd expected. He leaned and craned his neck to peer down the hallway. There was a light coming from the bathroom door. Changmin frowned.
Jaejoong had already used the bathroom before he'd come out and saw Changmin. What was he doing in there again? And with that cup, no less. Last time he checked, most people didn't keep vanilla in their bathroom medicine cabinets.
A few minutes later, Jaejoong returned, cup in hand but he covered the top with his other, avoiding eye contact. He went back to the stove with his back facing Changmin and placed the cup on the counter. Changmin had to crane his neck to see, but he watched as Jaejoong put a couple spoonfuls of nutella inside the cup and stirred. Then he finally turned around with a bright smile.
"Try it." He gestured the cup toward Changmin. Changmin reached for the spoon inside the cup, but Jaejoong suddenly pulled it away. He stepped in closer to the other, til he stood in the V between Changmin's legs and the youngest just stared. Jaejoong dipped his finger inside the cup, swirling around. He brought it out and presented to Changmin. Changmin stopped breathing.
Jaejoong's finger was coated with rich, brown nutella and an extra ingredient--faint streaks of white. Changmin glanced up at Jaejoong, wide eyed, shocked. Jaejoong just looked back emotionlessly, waving his finger back and forth.
Changmin was not an idiot.
Does he have any idea what he's doing? Changmin thought wildly. Cause this is kinky as hell. Fuck, he does know about me. Could this be more of his punishment? Or could this be his...reward?
When Changmin's eyes had darted between the finger and Jaejoong enough to make him dizzy, he made a decision. He bit his lip. Leaned forward. And wrapped his lips around Jaejoong's finger.
He did nothing special. Nothing like Jaejoong after half a bucket of buttered popcorn. But he licked the special nutella as clean as he could and quickly leaned back, rolling the taste on his tongue.
Sweet. And Salty. Very salty.
Jaejoong quirked an eyebrow. His voice suddenly went husky. "How was it?"
Changmin looked back with wide eyes. "...Good."
A smile slowly curved Jaejoong's plump lips upward. He gestured toward the corner of his lip. When Changmin just stared back dumbfounded, Jaejoong chuckled and suddenly leaned in. Most of Changmin's brain functions had shut down, making it impossible to move an inch from his seat.
Jaejoong licked a stray bit of nutella from the corner of Changmin's mouth, the very tip of his tongue slipping out to swipe between Changmin's lips for the briefest moment. He leaned back, eyes darkened and heavy lidded. "Mmm. That is good."
Changmin didn't remember how he'd gotten out of that kitchen. On the drive to Kibum's house with a stack of calculus books in the passenger seat, he thought about kitties. Old ladies. Deforestation. Anything but the stiff rod standing at attention in his lap as he leaned on the gas, running a couple red lights.
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Changmin hadn't studied that hard in his life.
After a few hours, Kibum had clearly given up hope on Changmin and had deserted him to watch TV. Changmin had studied so hard, he gave himself three migraines, broke eight pencils and one pen, and yelled at Kibum for trying to trick him into thinking it was 9 o'clock at night when it was every so clearly barely noon. Kibum was right all along, of course.
As Changmin closed the front door behind him, he found himself torn. He could either force himself to sleep like he had been for past few weeks and brave that reoccurring dream or he could stay awake and stare at the TV while his sanity took complete control of his mind and he begin talking to squirrels.
For now, Changmin would choose the former but later on, if the fancy struck him hard enough, he wouldn't deny himself the opportunity of finding the listening ear of a friendly woodland creature.
He passed the dark, empty living room, throwing his books on the couch. Junsu and Yoochun must be out again. Hyukjae was having a party tonight, wasn't he? He passed by their dark, empty bedrooms, thinking idly to himself, yep, they're definitely at a party. He was too mentally exhausted to notice there was already a light shining under the closed door to his own bedroom.
Changmin stepped inside his room and was hit with a wall. A wall of smells. Musky, sweaty and thick. A wall of sound. Creaking springs, bed sheets rustling, Jaejoong crying out, "Rightthererightthere."
Changmin's hand dropped lifelessly to his side. He stared at his bed. His bed. There were his hyungs, Yunho grabbing Jaejoong's hips from behind and ramming into him til the other almost propelled off the bed and Jaejoong clinging to the mattress facing the door, his face twisted in euphoria. On Changmin's bed.
He panicked. He nearly gave himself a splinter reaching behind him wildly for the door. Until Jaejoong spoke up.
"No." Jaejoong looked him dead in the eye, out of breath. Yunho never missed a beat, the slap, smack, squish of his cock burying inside of Jaejoong's hole over and over ringing in Changmin's head. "Stay. Dear god, please stay."
Changmin stared. His mouth hung wide open. And even from the sheer bizarre fact that Yunho and Jaejoong were currently shamelessly fucking on his bed, Jaejoong on all fours, sweat sticking Yunho's hair to his face, the only thought Changmin could process was, hey, the door is still open. We need privacy.
He shut the door. Locked it.
Changmin leaned against the wall. His legs were already spent. Damn, he'd only seen that look on Jaejoong's face and Yunho's strong hips bucking back and forth, from afar and off to the side. But now he'd been blessed with the sight up close. Eye to eye. A show just for him.
And yet the only sane voice in his head right now squeaked, gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, but as Yunho leaned forward and licked, bit Jaejoong's shoulder til he left a mark, a guttural and near animalistic groan erupting from Jaejoong's throat, Changmin refused to give a shit.
He unzipped his pants hastily. Jaejoong's eyes followed them as they dropped to the floor, along with his boxers. Changmin immediately began fisting his cock, watching the other two hungrily from across the room.
Jaejoong's mouth dropped open, shuddered closed. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Yunho's large hands explored every inch of Jaejoong's skin within reach, leaving gentle kisses along his back and peeking at Changmin every so often.
"Min." Jaejoong whimpered. His eyes locked on the younger's and he reached out with one hand. "Come here."
On command, Changmin went immediately to the edge of the bed. They're fucking right in front of him. He could touch them if he wanted--
Jaejoong shooed Changmin's hand from his hard dick and replaced them with his own. He looked up at the youngest with dilated lust-blown eyes. "Wanna try?"
Behind him, Yunho began to slow his thrusts and reached for a forgotten and mangled, half empty bottle of lube.
Changmin shook his head slowly, dazed. Turned the fuck on. "N-no. I wanna watch."
Yunho then dropped the bottle off the side of the bed, took hold of Jaejoong's hips and sped up the pace, aiming for that spot that made Jaejoong cry out and his back arch. Jaejoong firmly held Changmin's cock in his fist and pumped. First slow, watching the youngest's face screw up in pleasure. He picked up the pace til his hand matched Yunho's cock and Changmin was a panting mess like everyone else.
Changmin didn't know how he lasted so long. But his orgasm took its mighty time building up, gathering power and sucking out a bit of his senses. Maybe it was the way Yunho jerked Jaejoong back by his hair and kissed him so passionately, it was like sex itself. Maybe it was the way Yunho leaned forward and helped himself to Changmin's nipples after his shirt had mysteriously disappeared, licking and biting til they were nice and pert. Maybe it was the music from Jaejoong's throat, lusty and desperate while he stroked Changmin hard and fast, licking the tip every now and then and massaging his balls with adept fingers. But something sent him, threw him, catapulted him over the edge.
Jaejoong predicted his release, following every twitch of his cock and attached his mouth to Changmin's member and slid down the shaft, to the base, swallowing him whole and everything else. He choked a little when Changmin's cum hit the back of his throat.
Yunho watched through hooded eyes and hissed a curse as he gave one last thrust and went rigid against Jaejoong's ass. He had enough sense to reach under Jaejoong and stroke him off to a finish. The long, drawn out moan Jaejoong made with his mouth still around Changmin's cock nearly got the youngest up again.
They lay in a pile, a heaving, sweaty mess with cum stains pooling on Changmin's mattress. After a few minutes, Yunho pulled out of Jaejoong and the two leaned back against Changmin's pillows, pulling the youngest with them.
Changmin lay between them and stared up at the ceiling. He'd wake up any minute now. He'd blink once--no thrice and look to his left and right and Yunho and Jaejoong would no longer be there. It would be the day of his calculus test and he would be more than ready. And life would go on. At this point, he'd probably forget about marrying a girl with Jaejoong's hands and Yunho's smile, but after he woke up from this strange and amazing dream, he'd definitely move on.
He blinked once. Thrice. Jaejoong left a trail of butterfly kisses down his chest. Yunho wrapped an arm around his waist, thumbing his hip. This was definitely no dream.
Changmin opened his mouth to speak. "I--"
Yunho grabbed him by his chin and yanked him into a kiss. It was just like he'd imagined. Controlling and firm, but his lips, his tongue were polite and gentle, inquiring for entrance. Changmin parted his lips and let him inside. Yunho's mouth was sweet.
Changmin felt Jaejoong's chin propped up on his chest and opened his eyes mid-kiss to see Jaejoong's face up close. He watched them intently, eyes a cross between dark desire and affection. When they finally pulled away, Jaejoong snuck in a peck at the corner of Changmin's mouth.
No one said a word. They laid there for perhaps hours, touching, exploring, kissing whatever skin was closest.
When Yunho and Jaejoong finally fell asleep on either side of him, hands intertwined across Changmin's naked belly, Changmin's mind wandered. When they got home, Junsu and Yoochun would wonder why Jaejoong and Yunho were missing from their beds and Changmin's door locked. Why all three would come out of the shower together. Why it was always Yunho, Jaejoong and Changmin on the other side of the breakfast table, whispering secrets and laughing into each other's breaths. Lost in their own world.
Changmin's lids fell heavy with sleep. He had somehow accidentally tumbled into a wonderland that he couldn't quite wrap his mind around just yet. But he rather liked it.
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I like ridiculously long comments because this was supposed to be a ridiculously long oneshot. 8D And quote comments are love. xD
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I'd like to own Jaejoong's nutella
Pairing: Yunjae, Yunjaemin
Length: [2/2]
Genre: PWMP (Porn with minimum plot? o.o")
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, sex, voyeurism, kitchen kink...
Summary: Changmin completes a usual night of watching porn on his laptop. And is quite surprised to find live porn in his own house.
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Strawberry Yogurt - Two
He refused to think about anything but math.
For the next few weeks, Changmin spent an admittedly unhealthy amount of time buried beneath his books. He told himself it was to be extra ready for his calculus exam in a week and half.
The only time he spent at home was to sleep and inhale breakfast before the sun came up before he'd bolt to study anywhere Jaejoong and Yunho weren't.
He was surprised he'd made it this far without seeing more than a few fleeting seconds when he'd pass by one on his way to bed where he'd force himself to sleep. But that didn't save him from the reoccurring dreams he'd have of him fucking Jaejoong long and hard into the kitchen table. And when he realized he was Yunho hammering Jaejoong in his dream, he'd wake up and pretend not to realize how fucked up he was.
He'd tried looking up gay porn once. Only once. With his laptop under a tree in the farthest recesses of the park. Not the most ideal place to risk a hard on but he was testing himself.
He failed miserably. And all over the tree trunk.
As Changmin scooped twelve spoonfuls of Lucky Charms into his mouth at 6am in the morning, it finally dawned on him, glaring and obnoxious. This was becoming more than just a phase. But dammit, he just didn't know what to do.
And that trip to the movies had done nothing more than set off the time bomb of insanity in Changmin's head. What the hell were those two thinking? Giving a handjob in the theater right next to Changmin? Jaejoong had even licked the cum off his fingers like Yunho Juice was a common snack he could easily buy at the concession stand. And then he'd held Changmin's hand while he did it.
Was this some kind of punishment for intruding on their secret? Jaejoong wasn't known for being the most normal person on earth, but he was usually predictably abnormal. Making his dongsaeng watch as he got off another man in public had to be classified as cruel and unusual punishment. Perhaps a bit more unusual than it was cruel...
Changmin picked up the bowl and gulped down the remaining milk. There had to be a way to get back on Jaejoong's good side. This kind of stress would surely stunt Changmin's growth.
The toilet flushed from the bathroom down the hall and the door opened and closed.
"Min?"
Changmin froze mid-swallow and slowly lowered his bowl to the table.
Jaejoong sauntered into the kitchen, dressed in thin sweatpants that hung dangerously on his hips and a T-shirt he'd probably borrowed from Yoochun. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, yawning and his hair stood on end in all directions. Even just after waking up, he was a perfect portrait.
"What are you doing up so early?" He asked, stopping in front of the table.
Changmin hastily licked milk off his lips. "I was just going--To study at Kibum's house." Before he could pounce out of his seat a disappear out the door, Jaejoong arrested him with a look of mild alarm.
"It's Saturday. I haven't made breakfast."
"No thanks. I'm fine."
Jaejoong's alarm was replaced with a playful smile. "Nonsense. I'm sure you've got nothing else to do. Pancakes won't take that long. You want it with nutella?"
Every bone and muscle in Changmin's body was screaming at him to RUN, but his stomach was doing happy flips.
And so he sat there and waited while Jaejoong made pancakes. As the smell of butter and batter wafted from the stove, his stomach chastised him for making it wait so long to enjoy something so divine.
Jaejoong turned around with a crooked smile. "You wanna try my new nutella? I've been mixing different things and I think this will make your toes curl."
Changmin nodded like a puppy, but he was curious. What else could you mix with nutella besides pancakes and love?
Jaejoong reached inside the cupboard and pulled out a cup and without a word, he left the kitchen. Changmin sat and waited for much longer than he'd expected. He leaned and craned his neck to peer down the hallway. There was a light coming from the bathroom door. Changmin frowned.
Jaejoong had already used the bathroom before he'd come out and saw Changmin. What was he doing in there again? And with that cup, no less. Last time he checked, most people didn't keep vanilla in their bathroom medicine cabinets.
A few minutes later, Jaejoong returned, cup in hand but he covered the top with his other, avoiding eye contact. He went back to the stove with his back facing Changmin and placed the cup on the counter. Changmin had to crane his neck to see, but he watched as Jaejoong put a couple spoonfuls of nutella inside the cup and stirred. Then he finally turned around with a bright smile.
"Try it." He gestured the cup toward Changmin. Changmin reached for the spoon inside the cup, but Jaejoong suddenly pulled it away. He stepped in closer to the other, til he stood in the V between Changmin's legs and the youngest just stared. Jaejoong dipped his finger inside the cup, swirling around. He brought it out and presented to Changmin. Changmin stopped breathing.
Jaejoong's finger was coated with rich, brown nutella and an extra ingredient--faint streaks of white. Changmin glanced up at Jaejoong, wide eyed, shocked. Jaejoong just looked back emotionlessly, waving his finger back and forth.
Changmin was not an idiot.
Does he have any idea what he's doing? Changmin thought wildly. Cause this is kinky as hell. Fuck, he does know about me. Could this be more of his punishment? Or could this be his...reward?
When Changmin's eyes had darted between the finger and Jaejoong enough to make him dizzy, he made a decision. He bit his lip. Leaned forward. And wrapped his lips around Jaejoong's finger.
He did nothing special. Nothing like Jaejoong after half a bucket of buttered popcorn. But he licked the special nutella as clean as he could and quickly leaned back, rolling the taste on his tongue.
Sweet. And Salty. Very salty.
Jaejoong quirked an eyebrow. His voice suddenly went husky. "How was it?"
Changmin looked back with wide eyes. "...Good."
A smile slowly curved Jaejoong's plump lips upward. He gestured toward the corner of his lip. When Changmin just stared back dumbfounded, Jaejoong chuckled and suddenly leaned in. Most of Changmin's brain functions had shut down, making it impossible to move an inch from his seat.
Jaejoong licked a stray bit of nutella from the corner of Changmin's mouth, the very tip of his tongue slipping out to swipe between Changmin's lips for the briefest moment. He leaned back, eyes darkened and heavy lidded. "Mmm. That is good."
Changmin didn't remember how he'd gotten out of that kitchen. On the drive to Kibum's house with a stack of calculus books in the passenger seat, he thought about kitties. Old ladies. Deforestation. Anything but the stiff rod standing at attention in his lap as he leaned on the gas, running a couple red lights.
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Changmin hadn't studied that hard in his life.
After a few hours, Kibum had clearly given up hope on Changmin and had deserted him to watch TV. Changmin had studied so hard, he gave himself three migraines, broke eight pencils and one pen, and yelled at Kibum for trying to trick him into thinking it was 9 o'clock at night when it was every so clearly barely noon. Kibum was right all along, of course.
As Changmin closed the front door behind him, he found himself torn. He could either force himself to sleep like he had been for past few weeks and brave that reoccurring dream or he could stay awake and stare at the TV while his sanity took complete control of his mind and he begin talking to squirrels.
For now, Changmin would choose the former but later on, if the fancy struck him hard enough, he wouldn't deny himself the opportunity of finding the listening ear of a friendly woodland creature.
He passed the dark, empty living room, throwing his books on the couch. Junsu and Yoochun must be out again. Hyukjae was having a party tonight, wasn't he? He passed by their dark, empty bedrooms, thinking idly to himself, yep, they're definitely at a party. He was too mentally exhausted to notice there was already a light shining under the closed door to his own bedroom.
Changmin stepped inside his room and was hit with a wall. A wall of smells. Musky, sweaty and thick. A wall of sound. Creaking springs, bed sheets rustling, Jaejoong crying out, "Rightthererightthere."
Changmin's hand dropped lifelessly to his side. He stared at his bed. His bed. There were his hyungs, Yunho grabbing Jaejoong's hips from behind and ramming into him til the other almost propelled off the bed and Jaejoong clinging to the mattress facing the door, his face twisted in euphoria. On Changmin's bed.
He panicked. He nearly gave himself a splinter reaching behind him wildly for the door. Until Jaejoong spoke up.
"No." Jaejoong looked him dead in the eye, out of breath. Yunho never missed a beat, the slap, smack, squish of his cock burying inside of Jaejoong's hole over and over ringing in Changmin's head. "Stay. Dear god, please stay."
Changmin stared. His mouth hung wide open. And even from the sheer bizarre fact that Yunho and Jaejoong were currently shamelessly fucking on his bed, Jaejoong on all fours, sweat sticking Yunho's hair to his face, the only thought Changmin could process was, hey, the door is still open. We need privacy.
He shut the door. Locked it.
Changmin leaned against the wall. His legs were already spent. Damn, he'd only seen that look on Jaejoong's face and Yunho's strong hips bucking back and forth, from afar and off to the side. But now he'd been blessed with the sight up close. Eye to eye. A show just for him.
And yet the only sane voice in his head right now squeaked, gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, but as Yunho leaned forward and licked, bit Jaejoong's shoulder til he left a mark, a guttural and near animalistic groan erupting from Jaejoong's throat, Changmin refused to give a shit.
He unzipped his pants hastily. Jaejoong's eyes followed them as they dropped to the floor, along with his boxers. Changmin immediately began fisting his cock, watching the other two hungrily from across the room.
Jaejoong's mouth dropped open, shuddered closed. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Yunho's large hands explored every inch of Jaejoong's skin within reach, leaving gentle kisses along his back and peeking at Changmin every so often.
"Min." Jaejoong whimpered. His eyes locked on the younger's and he reached out with one hand. "Come here."
On command, Changmin went immediately to the edge of the bed. They're fucking right in front of him. He could touch them if he wanted--
Jaejoong shooed Changmin's hand from his hard dick and replaced them with his own. He looked up at the youngest with dilated lust-blown eyes. "Wanna try?"
Behind him, Yunho began to slow his thrusts and reached for a forgotten and mangled, half empty bottle of lube.
Changmin shook his head slowly, dazed. Turned the fuck on. "N-no. I wanna watch."
Yunho then dropped the bottle off the side of the bed, took hold of Jaejoong's hips and sped up the pace, aiming for that spot that made Jaejoong cry out and his back arch. Jaejoong firmly held Changmin's cock in his fist and pumped. First slow, watching the youngest's face screw up in pleasure. He picked up the pace til his hand matched Yunho's cock and Changmin was a panting mess like everyone else.
Changmin didn't know how he lasted so long. But his orgasm took its mighty time building up, gathering power and sucking out a bit of his senses. Maybe it was the way Yunho jerked Jaejoong back by his hair and kissed him so passionately, it was like sex itself. Maybe it was the way Yunho leaned forward and helped himself to Changmin's nipples after his shirt had mysteriously disappeared, licking and biting til they were nice and pert. Maybe it was the music from Jaejoong's throat, lusty and desperate while he stroked Changmin hard and fast, licking the tip every now and then and massaging his balls with adept fingers. But something sent him, threw him, catapulted him over the edge.
Jaejoong predicted his release, following every twitch of his cock and attached his mouth to Changmin's member and slid down the shaft, to the base, swallowing him whole and everything else. He choked a little when Changmin's cum hit the back of his throat.
Yunho watched through hooded eyes and hissed a curse as he gave one last thrust and went rigid against Jaejoong's ass. He had enough sense to reach under Jaejoong and stroke him off to a finish. The long, drawn out moan Jaejoong made with his mouth still around Changmin's cock nearly got the youngest up again.
They lay in a pile, a heaving, sweaty mess with cum stains pooling on Changmin's mattress. After a few minutes, Yunho pulled out of Jaejoong and the two leaned back against Changmin's pillows, pulling the youngest with them.
Changmin lay between them and stared up at the ceiling. He'd wake up any minute now. He'd blink once--no thrice and look to his left and right and Yunho and Jaejoong would no longer be there. It would be the day of his calculus test and he would be more than ready. And life would go on. At this point, he'd probably forget about marrying a girl with Jaejoong's hands and Yunho's smile, but after he woke up from this strange and amazing dream, he'd definitely move on.
He blinked once. Thrice. Jaejoong left a trail of butterfly kisses down his chest. Yunho wrapped an arm around his waist, thumbing his hip. This was definitely no dream.
Changmin opened his mouth to speak. "I--"
Yunho grabbed him by his chin and yanked him into a kiss. It was just like he'd imagined. Controlling and firm, but his lips, his tongue were polite and gentle, inquiring for entrance. Changmin parted his lips and let him inside. Yunho's mouth was sweet.
Changmin felt Jaejoong's chin propped up on his chest and opened his eyes mid-kiss to see Jaejoong's face up close. He watched them intently, eyes a cross between dark desire and affection. When they finally pulled away, Jaejoong snuck in a peck at the corner of Changmin's mouth.
No one said a word. They laid there for perhaps hours, touching, exploring, kissing whatever skin was closest.
When Yunho and Jaejoong finally fell asleep on either side of him, hands intertwined across Changmin's naked belly, Changmin's mind wandered. When they got home, Junsu and Yoochun would wonder why Jaejoong and Yunho were missing from their beds and Changmin's door locked. Why all three would come out of the shower together. Why it was always Yunho, Jaejoong and Changmin on the other side of the breakfast table, whispering secrets and laughing into each other's breaths. Lost in their own world.
Changmin's lids fell heavy with sleep. He had somehow accidentally tumbled into a wonderland that he couldn't quite wrap his mind around just yet. But he rather liked it.
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I like ridiculously long comments because this was supposed to be a ridiculously long oneshot. 8D And quote comments are love. xD
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