His Sweet Embrace
HIS SWEET EMBRACE
01
They’re in Japan, and Yunho is having a hard time understanding that damn culture because he’s crammed in a corner of a club, Japanese men surrounding him and Changmin, daring them to kiss. The loud music pounds in his ears and his head feels like it’s about to explode, and all he wants to do is get out of there.
He squeezes his eyes shut and plants a hasty kiss on the younger man’s lips to get them to shut the fuck up. He immediately wipes his lips with his sleeve, but voices are taunting him, their alcohol-saturated breaths too close to his face, and they’re not satisfied and won’t let him leave until they are.
Changmin saves him from further thought by initiating the kiss himself the second time. His kisses are sloppy, but Yunho’s are smooth and practiced. The older man shows off his skills robotically, wishing his mind would just leave his body.
He tries to imagine he is kissing a woman, but Changmin’s mouth is too strong, his scent is too musky, the fingers cautiously placed on his cheek too long.
He doesn’t like it. He wants out. A tongue flicks into his mouth and he feels downright dirty. After a few agonizing moments that seem like hours, days, the men around them laugh, satisfied, cheerfully patting his back as a signal to stop.
Yunho breaks away from Changmin and shoves him in his rush to get off the couch, out of that fucking hellhole.
02
Yunho is in a bad mood.
He pours himself some cereal, nearly half of it spilling onto the floor. He doesn’t care. The pieces crunch under his feet as he goes to find some milk.
“Mmmm, need more!” Changmin says cheerfully by way of greeting, beaming at him despite the early hour, placing his own finished bowl on the counter.
He goes to grab the cereal box out of Yunho’s hand for seconds, and his fingers lightly brush against the older man’s hand…
And Yunho jumps, roughly jerking away, dropping the box in his haste.
Cereal spilling onto the floor is the only sound as they stare at each other, Yunho angry, defensive, and hating himself for causing that lost look in Changmin’s huge eyes, and hating Changmin for daring, for having the nerve, to make him feel like that.
He wants to apologize, but he can’t let himself, lest that bastard dares to touch him again in any way.
Instead he stomps out of the room like a fucking teenager, his emotions twisted, confused, uncontrollable.
He enters his bedroom and slams the door shut behind him. Long moments pass before he faintly hears Changmin cleaning up the mess.
03
They are sitting in the living room, Junsu and Yoochin splayed out on the floor, Jaejoong sitting by his side on the couch, and Changmin sitting on a chair facing the TV screen and no one else.
The atmosphere is tense. He knows the others can feel it.
He squeezes Jaejoong’s hand for comfort, his skin warm, warm with the kind of friendship that he understands. He chances a look at the youngest member’s back. It’s stiff, his body visibly tense, careful, because Yunho is in the room, and these days Yunho’s behavior is unpredictable at best.
A lump forms in his throat and he swallows around it. It’s guilt. Guilt for acting like such a maniac. Why can’t he just forget about the incident in Japan and move on with his life, like Changmin did, like any normal person would do? Why does he have to ruin their friendship? Why does he have to scare the shit out of that innocent boy?
The lump in his throat grows bigger, and he feels like an ass, because he is one. He leans his head on Jaejoong’s shoulder and closes his eyes against it all.
04
He is alone in the apartment, trying his best to focus on the newspaper in his hands.
Suddenly there is a loud crash as Changmin stumbles through the door, clumsily tripping on anything and everything in the way.
The youngest can’t see properly through the tears in his eyes, but he sees Yunho, and he bows his head immediately, and tries his best to silence the sobs coming from his throat.
He almost runs through the apartment, looking for someone, anyone, who’s not Yunho.
“Junsu?” Changmin’s voice is thick and breaks in places. “Jaejoong??” A few more sobs, louder, defeated. “Yoochun…”
Finally Yunho sees him shuffling back to him, head down, not daring to look at any part of him. He stands against a wall, a lost puppy waiting for someone to understand him.
How did it come to this? Yunho silently muses. Did I do this?
He walks over to Changmin so silently that the other man jumps when gentle fingers lift his chin.
Yunho looks into those red, puffy, mismatched eyes of his, and wonders how this guy managed to get all the looks.
He doesn’t know what to say, so he tries to convey how sorry he is, how much he loves him, how much he needs his friendship, through his eyes alone. Eyes that aren’t as sweet and wonderful as Changmin’s, but he tries his best.
05
He’s at the airport, waiting for him, hopping in place despite himself, stretching to see over the crowd surrounding him.
And then he sees it: a hand waving frantically in the air, fingers reaching toward the sky to be seen.
And then Changmin’s face comes into view, and he is grinning like an idiot, and he is glowing, and he is a young kid again…
Yunho runs to him, to the man that is taller than even the leader, and lifts him into his arms and spins him round and round like he is nothing.
And Changmin is squealing with joy, and Yunho’s face is buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent there, memorizing it. It intoxicates him, and he is saturated with it, and he is dizzy, and people are frowning at them but they keep spinning…
06
Changmin is naked below him, perfect body slick with sweat, legs spread apart like a whore for him, only him, and his mouth is open, and he is panting and mewling and wanting him.
Yunho doesn’t understand, but he is fucking hard, and even as he tries to rationalize it he is covering his reddened shaft in lube, cock weeping at the mere sight below him.
He bends down and crushes his mouth against Changmin’s. His mouth is strong, his scent is musky, and Yunho loves it, needs it, wants to fuck it.
Changmin arches his back into the kiss, gasping, groaning low in his throat, the boy in him gone completely and replaced by a man in the throes of passion, begging for release.
Yunho positions himself as long legs wrap securely around his hips and thrusts, shallowly at first, then deeper and harder.
And Changmin is so hot and tight that Yunho throws his head back and moans loudly, unashamedly, his own noises turning him on impossibly more.
Changmin screams like an animal, and he knows he’s hit that spot, and he knows he won’t last much longer if he keeps screaming like that.
The body below him is writhing on the bed, desperately gripping the sheets, and when he hears him moan his name his thrusts immediately become irregular, and he knows he is close.
He grabs Changmin’s neglected cock and pumps it as best he can, and even his inexperienced attempt quickly pushes the younger man over the edge, and he is coming, whimpering, shuddering, head lolling on the pillows.
With a final wet thrust Yunho is moaning, nearly fucking crying, as he fills Changmin’s insides with his seed, his seed, claiming him.
He crushes the other man as he collapses like a ragdoll on top of him, cum and lube smeared everywhere, the air saturated with the smell of sex.
He wraps his arms around Changmin’s already unconscious body and waits for his world to stop spinning.
07
He is at dance practice, and they’ve been working hard, too hard. He is tired, and he makes one wrong move and falls to the floor, slamming his knee against the hard surface.
In a flash Changmin is kneeling beside him, long fingers caressing his cheeks, his hair, eyes searching his.
“I’m okay,” he reassures him. The others are watching, but he doesn’t care, and he takes those fingers that are too long to be a woman’s and kisses the tip of each one.
Changmin hugs him to his chest, the leader, like he’s just a little baby, and gently rocks him, his scent and his body heat nearly lulling Yunho to sleep.
And he loves him, he is so in love, and he knows he’s screwed, but he doesn’t give a fuck, and he wraps his arms around his beautiful boy and melts in his sweet embrace.