Tarnished Angels (SMM Universe) Section Twenty-Three
Title: Tarnished Angels
Section: 23
Pairing: Min/Other (some jaeho and yoosu along the way)
Section Rating: R
Overall Rating: NC-17
Blame: ranalore
Summary: Hot Korean boys. A seduction. An alluring. A temptation. And Min's self-discovery.
Sections: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Se7en, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven (Lemon), Twelve; Thirteen; Fourteen; Fifteen, Sixteen; Se7enteen; Eighteen; Minteen; Twenty; Twenty-One (Lime); Twenty-Two
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
“Baby,” Se7en pursed his mouth and released his breath in a slow steady stream. Holding Min’s long, warm body against him was torture. Plain torture.
Letting go of the young man would be sheer suicide.
“You sure about this?” He asked, watching Min’s face. Innocence still reigned there, a sweetness he wasn’t sure Changmin would ever lose. It was one of the many erotic, beautiful qualities that caught Se7en’s interest and he never wanted to see it extinguished.
“Yep. I’m sure.” Min nodded curtly, an emphatic gesture coupled with a smile that broke Se7en’s will to pieces. “You asked if I trusted you. I am saying, I trust you. And I know that if you hear me say that I’m scared, you’ll stop. I don’t have any doubts about that.”
“Good.” He smiled, kissing at the corners of Changmin’s mouth.
“What do we do first?”
“First?” Se7en cocked his head to the side. “We’re going to start our night off from the beginning. This time, no cooking for you. I’ll order some take-in and we can spend part of the evening together.”
“Eh?” Changmin’s confused look made the other man laugh. “Aish, didn’t we just make up?”
“Did you think I was just going to toss you onto the bed and have you? Do you think you’re ready for my fingers inside of you? My mouth on you?” Another look on Min’s face, blanched and terrified made Se7en hold him tighter. “See? You’re not ready for that, baby.”
“Sorry. I just didn’t expect you to say those things.” His mind steered away from the shock of Se7en’s words then the wondering of how everything the other man suggested would feel. “Is it nice? I mean, does it feel nice?”
“Let’s order some food for dinner and just sit down to talk.” Se7en kissed his lover’s forehead. “There’s a bunch of menus on the refrigerator door. See what you like and I’ll call it in. “
“Should I go home and get some clothes?” Min asked over his shoulder, taking the flyers down from the magnet clip that held them.
“No,” He swallowed, seeing the light shine through the thinness of Min’s shirt. The outline of the younger man’s body made him want Min even more, veiled behind a sheer layer of fabric. There was strength and grace beneath the loose cloth. Se7en wanted very much to touch the stretch of skin along Min’s belly and bite between the younger man’s shoulder blades.
“If you don’t go home tonight, I can’t promise you that I’ll have self-control. Besides, we’re going to start over. We can look at our schedules and find a time that we can have a nice dinner or maybe even just spend the afternoon together.”
“So no touching at all tonight?” Min looked up, his long dark hair nearly hiding his smiling eyes.
“I didn’t say that.” Se7en rounded the kitchen counter, leaning over to capture Min’s mouth with a searing kiss. “I said I didn’t have self-control, not that I was stupid.”
They decided on pho, choosing carefully from a list of fresh ingredients for the delivery. Se7en quibbled with Min over the meat choices but remained firm about the vegetables. Changmin frowned, wrinkling his nose at the mention of ngo gai.
“It tastes like soap.” He complained, scraping his tongue against his teeth to mock Se7en’s choice.
“You don’t have to put any in yours. It doesn’t come with the ngo gai in it.” He bared his clenched teeth playfully at the younger man, shaking his head at the frustrated, dramatic sigh Min gave him. The eye roll that followed nearly gave Se7en a laughing fit. “Does any of that work on the other members?”
“They give me anything I want.” Changmin shrugged. “I’m the baby.”
“Ah, so you’re the baby when it’s to your advantage then.” He asked.
“I’m not an idiot.” Se7en was rewarded with a withering look from Min that doubted his intelligence. “Always use anything to your advantage.”
“Jaejoongie teach you that?”
“No, Junsu.” Min tapped the menu laying on the counter. “I want shrimp.”
“And you shall have shrimp, my little dictator.” Se7en picked up the house phone, dialing the restaurant. “Do me a favour! Can you drag my duffel bag out of my room? I need to throw some of the clothes in there into the laundry.”
“Yep.” Min walked to the bedroom, turning around halfway to shout at Se7en. “No ngo gai for me!”
“I’ll eat yours.” The older man muttered. “I like it. You have no taste in food.”
Changmin dismissed Se7en’s mumbling with a backward wave of his hand. He hovered at the threshold of the bedroom, staring at the wide bed that Se7en left unmade. The tangle of sheets and rumpled pillows were a sensual reminder of the night he’d fallen asleep in the other man’s arms, a poignant memory he’d not revisited because it hurt too damned much. Now, the warm feel of Se7en’s body on his was a soft brush of desire he cherished.
Lifting up a corner of the linens, Min sniffed lightly at first then bunched the sheets in his hands, burying his face into the anise-scented cloth. He held Se7en’s fragrance in his lungs, reluctantly exhaling when his chest began to ache. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Min slid the sheets around his shoulders, wanting to have Se7en’s scent on him before he went back into the main room.
The duffel bag had been thrown into a corner, a long canvas sack nearly bulging at the seams. Letting the sheets slither off, Min grabbed at its strap, pulling it onto the bed and unzipped it, going to pull out the clothes for Se7en to launder.
He stopped when his fingers closed over a picture frame that held a photo of their faces.
It had been taken the day of the signing. Centred on Min’s profile, the picture captured the longing in his features as he looked down at nearly out of focus Se7en, the other man’s face turned up to gaze into Min’s eyes. The image captured everything in that moment they’d shared, the tentative trust building between them and the secrets they both already shared. He’d not seen himself so vulnerable and open before.
He knew that honest and sincere look on Se7en’s face. It had been there the whole time.
“It should be here in half an hour.” The older man said, coming into the room. “Did you find my duffel?”
“Yes.” Changmin held the frame between his palms, tilting it sideways to show Se7en. “I also found this.”
“Ah,” Se7en looked bashful, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Um, yeah.”
“Why are you out of focus?” Min stared down at the photo. “Why did you keep this? You were mad at me.”
“Well,” Se7en joined Min on the bed, crossing his legs underneath him. “I was mad at you but I still love you. I wanted to have something with me in the hotels. And Taebin teased the shit out of me when he saw it.”
“So he knows about me?”
“Oh, yeah.” He nodded. “He approves of you. He said that a younger man is just what I needed to remind myself that I’m human.”
“Oh?” Min lifted his eyebrows. “What did he mean by that?”
“Tae seems to think that I don’t relax enough. And that you’ll be good for me.” Leaning on one elbow, Se7en stroked at Min’s thigh, letting his fingers run up the other man’s inseam. “Of course he doesn’t know how serious you are most of the time but I like making you smile. Cracking that shell of yours is a lot of fun.”
“You cheat.” Min gasped when the tips of Se7en’s fingers brushed at the juncture of his legs. “Aish, don’t do that and then plan on walking away. That’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, Minku.” Se7en leaned up, kissing Min’s mouth before grabbing the clothes out of his bag. “I’m going to toss this in the washer. If the guy comes while I’m in the laundry room, just sign my name to the tab. They’ll charge it to my account in the building.”
“Shichi?” Changmin called out to the other man before Se7en left the room.
“What, baby?” He’d stopped to toss a few toiletries onto the dresser, the rattle of a deodorant stick a sharp clatter on the black lacquer dressing table.
“Why did you sign your letter as Se7en?” Min lay back onto the bed, staring up at his lover.
An uncharacteristic troubled look flittered momentarily over the other man’s face. He cocked his head as if to answer then stopped, shrugging after a few seconds. Pursing his lips in contemplation, Se7en replied in a soft hushed voice.
“I think that’s because that’s all there is of me.” His shoulders lifted again, just the hint of resignation in the motion. “I think of myself as Se7en now. Dong-Wook seems like a whole different person, one that I used to know a long time ago. Now, there’s only Se7en, really.”
“Do you miss him? Dong-Wook?”
“Sometimes.” He admitted with a rueful nod. “I think he would be more of a friend to you than I am. He was.. much more of a dreamer than I am.”
“But you are Dong-Wook.” Min reminded him, reaching over to touch at Se7en’s waist.
“No, baby.” He bent to kiss Min’s mouth, finding the sweetness of the other’s tongue before grabbing his laundry. “I forgot how to dream a long time ago. All I have left now is ambition.”
Changmin held his mouth open to take a bit of braised tendon from Se7en’s bowl. Chewing on the viscous meat, he took his time tasting the flavours of the broth and herbs, trying to decide if he liked the other’s pho combination.
“See? It’s good.” Se7en said, drawing the chopsticks away.
“I think I like the shrimp and prime rib better.” Min chewed still, unsure about the gumminess of the meat. “It’s got a good taste but I don’t know about the texture. It’s too soft.”
“Well that’s not something that I ever hope to hear from your mouth about me.” Se7en teased, leaning over to pound on Min’s back when the younger man choked.
“Don’t do that when I’m eating.” Coughing, Min reached for his water, swallowing a mouthful to wash the chunk of meat down. “I don’t want to die eating. It’s bad enough the fans have me married to food. I hate having the reputation of eating the most in the group. There are hardly any pictures of me eating but there it is; Min and food.”
“You like food. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Se7en shrugged, rubbing between Min’s shoulder blades. “Hell, I like food.”
“Yeah but I come out sounding like some sort of pig. I can’t help it if I was growing when we first started. I eat less now.” Min thought about it. “Okay maybe not less but slower.”
“You are very active.” Se7en pointed out. “And you eat about as much as I do. Don’t worry about it. Of course if it really bothers you, we can start doing fan service out in public. I’m sure that will take care of any Min/Food pairing that might crop up.”
“I’d kill you.” Changmin threatened him with chopsticks. “I don’t want the kind of scrutiny that the others have. Or I’ll tell Yunho to kill you. That would make him happy.”
“You can’t hide behind your leader forever.” He laughed. “Besides, you’re taller than he is. You can’t hide behind him at all.”
“I hate you sometimes.” Min wrinkled his nose. “Is that supposed to be a joke? It’s a bad joke. You and Junsu should enter some sort of program to stop your joke addictions.”
“Ah, you’re cruel.” Se7en clutched at his chest, pretending to fall over in pain. Nearly upending his pho, he grabbed at the bowl before it turned over, catching it before it made a mess.
“You have very quick hands.” The young man observed with a smile.
“They’re going to be very slow on you.”
It was the casualness of Se7en’s remarks that made Min’s heart stutter. This one was no exception. Unable to control his embarrassment, Changmin ducked his head down.
“Don’t hide from me.” Cupping Min’s chin, he pulled the young man’s head up until he could see his eyes. “Don’t ever hide from me, baby.”
“You make me feel,” Changmin swallowed. Looking for a word, he chose one that seemed to have everything he felt wrapped up into it. “Hot.”
“Yeah, that’s the way I want to make you feel.” He set the pho aside, half-eaten and fully forgotten.
Gently taking the bowl from Min’s hands, Se7en moved it onto the table, wrapping his hands around the younger man’s waist and pulling him in close. They kissed, a tentative gentle touch of their lips, exploring the taste of one another after a long absence. Min laughed, a husky murmur of humour against Se7en’s kiss and he pulled back, curious about Min’s giggle.
“I think I’m beginning to like the taste of ngo gai.” He covered his mouth, licking at his bottom lip where Se7en’s kiss left a drop of moisture. “I can taste it on you.”
“There are a lot of things I’d like to feed you that way.” The singer cocked his head, kissing at Min’s long neck. “But before I get too carried away, I probably should take a breath and let you finish your dinner.”
“Dinner.” Min glanced at the pho and then back at the man he was nearly straddling. “What makes you think I want dinner now?”
Shifting the young man’s legs around his hips, Se7en leaned back against the arm of the couch, placing a hand on the small of Min’s back to guide him down to him. Sucking the other’s pout into his mouth, he laved at Min’s lip, catching it against his teeth with a light burnish. There was untouched sin still there. There probably always would be, Se7en thought. No matter how much he delved into Min’s body and soul, there would always be a wondrous untouchable vein of angel inside of the somber scholar. Se7en nearly forgot how much he missed that.
And he vowed he wouldn’t forget it again.
Stroking at Min’s lower back, he roamed over the dip of the other’s spine, pulling Min’s shirt away from his body so he had better access to the long stretches of skin he knew lay beneath. There was a temptation to wander downwards, and he took it, just skimming the top of Min’s rear with the brush of his fingers. He ached to cup the roundness he knew he would find under the other man’s jeans. His palms ached for that ever since he’d touched Min in the back of the limo. His mouth watered at the thought of Min laying on his tongue.
Se7en figured his body knew all of the places that he wanted to explore. His mind told him that he had to wait. Sometimes, he sighed, it was a bitch listening to the rational part of his mind when the primal urges of his body had much better ideas.
“Okay. I need to stop for a minute.” Se7en gasped, pulling in long iced breaths of air. He held Min on him, the other shifting against the lengthening hardness between Se7en’s legs. “Keep doing that baby and you’re going to be very sorry. Or very happy. It depends on how long I could hold out.”
“I just wanted to get more comfortable.” Min noisily kissed Se7en’s chin. “So, talking then?”
“Talking would be good.” He nodded. “Fucking would be better but talking is nice. I can talk.”
“You have the filthiest mouth.”
“Have you heard your leader?” Se7en scoffed. “He outdoes me any day of the week.”
“So can Jaejoong.” Min thought about it. “But you’re bad. I don’t mind. I like your mouth.”
“I like your mouth too.” He murmured after Changmin left a lingering kiss over his lips. “Okay, talk. What do you want to talk about?”
“Sex.” Min protested with a groan at Se7en’s rolling eyes. “I know the mechanics. I want to know how it feels.”
“It’s nice.” Se7en winced under the slight pain of Min’s punch. “You like to hit. I’m going to have to tie you to the bed sometime just to keep you under control.”
The thought of being bound to Se7en’s bed made Min shiver, the shudder bringing a grin to Se7en’s mouth.
“We can try that, you know.” He kissed Changmin’s collarbone. “It would mean a lot of trust, Minku. From both of us. But that should come later. When you’re ready for me.”
“You make me think of some very bad things.”
“Not bad,” He corrected. “Just.. unconventional. And baby, trust me, there are ways I want to make you feel that should be illegal. And probably are in some places in the world. But they aren’t bad things. And if you don’t feel comfortable, I will always stop.”
“Does it hurt? Sex?” Resting his chin on Se7en’s chest, Min waited for the older man to answer. “I read about it. When we first started talking about it, I looked a lot of it up on the internet. There seems to be a lot of information but no one can really tell me what to feel.”
“I’ve never researched how to make love.” He admitted, thinking about it.
“Well, how did you learn then?”
“Um, baby, you know I’m not a virgin, right?” Se7en asked, his hands roaming down to the backs of Min’s thighs. “I’ve had sex before. A lot of it.”
“I know.” Min made a face. “I just… God you always make me feel like a little kid. I mean, how did you learn how to do it.”
“Time.” He responded. “Practice.”
“So you’re a slut?” Changmin giggled at Se7en’s pinch on his butt.
“Probably.” Se7en admitted. “When I was younger, I didn’t care who I slept with. I was always careful but sex was just something physical that I wanted. Then it became kind of empty and I wanted more than just to stick my dick into some place wet.”
“That sounds kind of sad.” He sighed, thinking of the nights Se7en spent trying to feel a part of someone but too detached emotionally to get any further than physical satiation.
“Took me a while.” The man nodded. “But I eventually figured it out. So I stopped looking for just what caught my eye and started looking for people that I liked. And some I even loved. You’re one of those loved ones, in case you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t.” Min sniffed, secretly pleased. “Is Taebin?”
“Tae?” He laughed. “We’re more like your Joongie and his Yoochun. Although yeah, we’ve experimented a few times. Mostly we end up laughing to hard or making noises on each other’s bodies. It takes very little for us to start losing it. I think we’re were too much of good friends to become lovers.”
“Did you… with Tae while you were in Hong Kong?” There was a flare of jealousy in Min’s voice, surprising him. Se7en shook his head, not seeing the fire glint in his lover’s eyes. “Nope, baby. I said you and only you, remember? I keep my promises.”
“So, is it nice? I mean, does it make you feel really good?” He whispered into Se7en’s chest, unsure about the wave of sensations he was having to deal with when he heard the older man talk about something so intimate.
“How about..” Se7en slid his hand down the back of Min’s jeans, running his finger down the crevice of the young man’s briefs. “If I take a little time and just show you a little bit of pleasure before you go home? Because baby, if I don’t send you home tonight, I’m going to regret rushing and that’s not what I want to do with you.”
“I want to take a very long time exploring every inch of your beautiful body.” He whispered against Min’s parted mouth. “Let me just take a small little taste now and I’ll give you something to dream about when you get home.”
Section: 23
Pairing: Min/Other (some jaeho and yoosu along the way)
Section Rating: R
Overall Rating: NC-17
Blame: ranalore
Summary: Hot Korean boys. A seduction. An alluring. A temptation. And Min's self-discovery.
Sections: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Se7en, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven (Lemon), Twelve; Thirteen; Fourteen; Fifteen, Sixteen; Se7enteen; Eighteen; Minteen; Twenty; Twenty-One (Lime); Twenty-Two
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
“Baby,” Se7en pursed his mouth and released his breath in a slow steady stream. Holding Min’s long, warm body against him was torture. Plain torture.
Letting go of the young man would be sheer suicide.
“You sure about this?” He asked, watching Min’s face. Innocence still reigned there, a sweetness he wasn’t sure Changmin would ever lose. It was one of the many erotic, beautiful qualities that caught Se7en’s interest and he never wanted to see it extinguished.
“Yep. I’m sure.” Min nodded curtly, an emphatic gesture coupled with a smile that broke Se7en’s will to pieces. “You asked if I trusted you. I am saying, I trust you. And I know that if you hear me say that I’m scared, you’ll stop. I don’t have any doubts about that.”
“Good.” He smiled, kissing at the corners of Changmin’s mouth.
“What do we do first?”
“First?” Se7en cocked his head to the side. “We’re going to start our night off from the beginning. This time, no cooking for you. I’ll order some take-in and we can spend part of the evening together.”
“Eh?” Changmin’s confused look made the other man laugh. “Aish, didn’t we just make up?”
“Did you think I was just going to toss you onto the bed and have you? Do you think you’re ready for my fingers inside of you? My mouth on you?” Another look on Min’s face, blanched and terrified made Se7en hold him tighter. “See? You’re not ready for that, baby.”
“Sorry. I just didn’t expect you to say those things.” His mind steered away from the shock of Se7en’s words then the wondering of how everything the other man suggested would feel. “Is it nice? I mean, does it feel nice?”
“Let’s order some food for dinner and just sit down to talk.” Se7en kissed his lover’s forehead. “There’s a bunch of menus on the refrigerator door. See what you like and I’ll call it in. “
“Should I go home and get some clothes?” Min asked over his shoulder, taking the flyers down from the magnet clip that held them.
“No,” He swallowed, seeing the light shine through the thinness of Min’s shirt. The outline of the younger man’s body made him want Min even more, veiled behind a sheer layer of fabric. There was strength and grace beneath the loose cloth. Se7en wanted very much to touch the stretch of skin along Min’s belly and bite between the younger man’s shoulder blades.
“If you don’t go home tonight, I can’t promise you that I’ll have self-control. Besides, we’re going to start over. We can look at our schedules and find a time that we can have a nice dinner or maybe even just spend the afternoon together.”
“So no touching at all tonight?” Min looked up, his long dark hair nearly hiding his smiling eyes.
“I didn’t say that.” Se7en rounded the kitchen counter, leaning over to capture Min’s mouth with a searing kiss. “I said I didn’t have self-control, not that I was stupid.”
They decided on pho, choosing carefully from a list of fresh ingredients for the delivery. Se7en quibbled with Min over the meat choices but remained firm about the vegetables. Changmin frowned, wrinkling his nose at the mention of ngo gai.
“It tastes like soap.” He complained, scraping his tongue against his teeth to mock Se7en’s choice.
“You don’t have to put any in yours. It doesn’t come with the ngo gai in it.” He bared his clenched teeth playfully at the younger man, shaking his head at the frustrated, dramatic sigh Min gave him. The eye roll that followed nearly gave Se7en a laughing fit. “Does any of that work on the other members?”
“They give me anything I want.” Changmin shrugged. “I’m the baby.”
“Ah, so you’re the baby when it’s to your advantage then.” He asked.
“I’m not an idiot.” Se7en was rewarded with a withering look from Min that doubted his intelligence. “Always use anything to your advantage.”
“Jaejoongie teach you that?”
“No, Junsu.” Min tapped the menu laying on the counter. “I want shrimp.”
“And you shall have shrimp, my little dictator.” Se7en picked up the house phone, dialing the restaurant. “Do me a favour! Can you drag my duffel bag out of my room? I need to throw some of the clothes in there into the laundry.”
“Yep.” Min walked to the bedroom, turning around halfway to shout at Se7en. “No ngo gai for me!”
“I’ll eat yours.” The older man muttered. “I like it. You have no taste in food.”
Changmin dismissed Se7en’s mumbling with a backward wave of his hand. He hovered at the threshold of the bedroom, staring at the wide bed that Se7en left unmade. The tangle of sheets and rumpled pillows were a sensual reminder of the night he’d fallen asleep in the other man’s arms, a poignant memory he’d not revisited because it hurt too damned much. Now, the warm feel of Se7en’s body on his was a soft brush of desire he cherished.
Lifting up a corner of the linens, Min sniffed lightly at first then bunched the sheets in his hands, burying his face into the anise-scented cloth. He held Se7en’s fragrance in his lungs, reluctantly exhaling when his chest began to ache. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Min slid the sheets around his shoulders, wanting to have Se7en’s scent on him before he went back into the main room.
The duffel bag had been thrown into a corner, a long canvas sack nearly bulging at the seams. Letting the sheets slither off, Min grabbed at its strap, pulling it onto the bed and unzipped it, going to pull out the clothes for Se7en to launder.
He stopped when his fingers closed over a picture frame that held a photo of their faces.
It had been taken the day of the signing. Centred on Min’s profile, the picture captured the longing in his features as he looked down at nearly out of focus Se7en, the other man’s face turned up to gaze into Min’s eyes. The image captured everything in that moment they’d shared, the tentative trust building between them and the secrets they both already shared. He’d not seen himself so vulnerable and open before.
He knew that honest and sincere look on Se7en’s face. It had been there the whole time.
“It should be here in half an hour.” The older man said, coming into the room. “Did you find my duffel?”
“Yes.” Changmin held the frame between his palms, tilting it sideways to show Se7en. “I also found this.”
“Ah,” Se7en looked bashful, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Um, yeah.”
“Why are you out of focus?” Min stared down at the photo. “Why did you keep this? You were mad at me.”
“Well,” Se7en joined Min on the bed, crossing his legs underneath him. “I was mad at you but I still love you. I wanted to have something with me in the hotels. And Taebin teased the shit out of me when he saw it.”
“So he knows about me?”
“Oh, yeah.” He nodded. “He approves of you. He said that a younger man is just what I needed to remind myself that I’m human.”
“Oh?” Min lifted his eyebrows. “What did he mean by that?”
“Tae seems to think that I don’t relax enough. And that you’ll be good for me.” Leaning on one elbow, Se7en stroked at Min’s thigh, letting his fingers run up the other man’s inseam. “Of course he doesn’t know how serious you are most of the time but I like making you smile. Cracking that shell of yours is a lot of fun.”
“You cheat.” Min gasped when the tips of Se7en’s fingers brushed at the juncture of his legs. “Aish, don’t do that and then plan on walking away. That’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, Minku.” Se7en leaned up, kissing Min’s mouth before grabbing the clothes out of his bag. “I’m going to toss this in the washer. If the guy comes while I’m in the laundry room, just sign my name to the tab. They’ll charge it to my account in the building.”
“Shichi?” Changmin called out to the other man before Se7en left the room.
“What, baby?” He’d stopped to toss a few toiletries onto the dresser, the rattle of a deodorant stick a sharp clatter on the black lacquer dressing table.
“Why did you sign your letter as Se7en?” Min lay back onto the bed, staring up at his lover.
An uncharacteristic troubled look flittered momentarily over the other man’s face. He cocked his head as if to answer then stopped, shrugging after a few seconds. Pursing his lips in contemplation, Se7en replied in a soft hushed voice.
“I think that’s because that’s all there is of me.” His shoulders lifted again, just the hint of resignation in the motion. “I think of myself as Se7en now. Dong-Wook seems like a whole different person, one that I used to know a long time ago. Now, there’s only Se7en, really.”
“Do you miss him? Dong-Wook?”
“Sometimes.” He admitted with a rueful nod. “I think he would be more of a friend to you than I am. He was.. much more of a dreamer than I am.”
“But you are Dong-Wook.” Min reminded him, reaching over to touch at Se7en’s waist.
“No, baby.” He bent to kiss Min’s mouth, finding the sweetness of the other’s tongue before grabbing his laundry. “I forgot how to dream a long time ago. All I have left now is ambition.”
Changmin held his mouth open to take a bit of braised tendon from Se7en’s bowl. Chewing on the viscous meat, he took his time tasting the flavours of the broth and herbs, trying to decide if he liked the other’s pho combination.
“See? It’s good.” Se7en said, drawing the chopsticks away.
“I think I like the shrimp and prime rib better.” Min chewed still, unsure about the gumminess of the meat. “It’s got a good taste but I don’t know about the texture. It’s too soft.”
“Well that’s not something that I ever hope to hear from your mouth about me.” Se7en teased, leaning over to pound on Min’s back when the younger man choked.
“Don’t do that when I’m eating.” Coughing, Min reached for his water, swallowing a mouthful to wash the chunk of meat down. “I don’t want to die eating. It’s bad enough the fans have me married to food. I hate having the reputation of eating the most in the group. There are hardly any pictures of me eating but there it is; Min and food.”
“You like food. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Se7en shrugged, rubbing between Min’s shoulder blades. “Hell, I like food.”
“Yeah but I come out sounding like some sort of pig. I can’t help it if I was growing when we first started. I eat less now.” Min thought about it. “Okay maybe not less but slower.”
“You are very active.” Se7en pointed out. “And you eat about as much as I do. Don’t worry about it. Of course if it really bothers you, we can start doing fan service out in public. I’m sure that will take care of any Min/Food pairing that might crop up.”
“I’d kill you.” Changmin threatened him with chopsticks. “I don’t want the kind of scrutiny that the others have. Or I’ll tell Yunho to kill you. That would make him happy.”
“You can’t hide behind your leader forever.” He laughed. “Besides, you’re taller than he is. You can’t hide behind him at all.”
“I hate you sometimes.” Min wrinkled his nose. “Is that supposed to be a joke? It’s a bad joke. You and Junsu should enter some sort of program to stop your joke addictions.”
“Ah, you’re cruel.” Se7en clutched at his chest, pretending to fall over in pain. Nearly upending his pho, he grabbed at the bowl before it turned over, catching it before it made a mess.
“You have very quick hands.” The young man observed with a smile.
“They’re going to be very slow on you.”
It was the casualness of Se7en’s remarks that made Min’s heart stutter. This one was no exception. Unable to control his embarrassment, Changmin ducked his head down.
“Don’t hide from me.” Cupping Min’s chin, he pulled the young man’s head up until he could see his eyes. “Don’t ever hide from me, baby.”
“You make me feel,” Changmin swallowed. Looking for a word, he chose one that seemed to have everything he felt wrapped up into it. “Hot.”
“Yeah, that’s the way I want to make you feel.” He set the pho aside, half-eaten and fully forgotten.
Gently taking the bowl from Min’s hands, Se7en moved it onto the table, wrapping his hands around the younger man’s waist and pulling him in close. They kissed, a tentative gentle touch of their lips, exploring the taste of one another after a long absence. Min laughed, a husky murmur of humour against Se7en’s kiss and he pulled back, curious about Min’s giggle.
“I think I’m beginning to like the taste of ngo gai.” He covered his mouth, licking at his bottom lip where Se7en’s kiss left a drop of moisture. “I can taste it on you.”
“There are a lot of things I’d like to feed you that way.” The singer cocked his head, kissing at Min’s long neck. “But before I get too carried away, I probably should take a breath and let you finish your dinner.”
“Dinner.” Min glanced at the pho and then back at the man he was nearly straddling. “What makes you think I want dinner now?”
Shifting the young man’s legs around his hips, Se7en leaned back against the arm of the couch, placing a hand on the small of Min’s back to guide him down to him. Sucking the other’s pout into his mouth, he laved at Min’s lip, catching it against his teeth with a light burnish. There was untouched sin still there. There probably always would be, Se7en thought. No matter how much he delved into Min’s body and soul, there would always be a wondrous untouchable vein of angel inside of the somber scholar. Se7en nearly forgot how much he missed that.
And he vowed he wouldn’t forget it again.
Stroking at Min’s lower back, he roamed over the dip of the other’s spine, pulling Min’s shirt away from his body so he had better access to the long stretches of skin he knew lay beneath. There was a temptation to wander downwards, and he took it, just skimming the top of Min’s rear with the brush of his fingers. He ached to cup the roundness he knew he would find under the other man’s jeans. His palms ached for that ever since he’d touched Min in the back of the limo. His mouth watered at the thought of Min laying on his tongue.
Se7en figured his body knew all of the places that he wanted to explore. His mind told him that he had to wait. Sometimes, he sighed, it was a bitch listening to the rational part of his mind when the primal urges of his body had much better ideas.
“Okay. I need to stop for a minute.” Se7en gasped, pulling in long iced breaths of air. He held Min on him, the other shifting against the lengthening hardness between Se7en’s legs. “Keep doing that baby and you’re going to be very sorry. Or very happy. It depends on how long I could hold out.”
“I just wanted to get more comfortable.” Min noisily kissed Se7en’s chin. “So, talking then?”
“Talking would be good.” He nodded. “Fucking would be better but talking is nice. I can talk.”
“You have the filthiest mouth.”
“Have you heard your leader?” Se7en scoffed. “He outdoes me any day of the week.”
“So can Jaejoong.” Min thought about it. “But you’re bad. I don’t mind. I like your mouth.”
“I like your mouth too.” He murmured after Changmin left a lingering kiss over his lips. “Okay, talk. What do you want to talk about?”
“Sex.” Min protested with a groan at Se7en’s rolling eyes. “I know the mechanics. I want to know how it feels.”
“It’s nice.” Se7en winced under the slight pain of Min’s punch. “You like to hit. I’m going to have to tie you to the bed sometime just to keep you under control.”
The thought of being bound to Se7en’s bed made Min shiver, the shudder bringing a grin to Se7en’s mouth.
“We can try that, you know.” He kissed Changmin’s collarbone. “It would mean a lot of trust, Minku. From both of us. But that should come later. When you’re ready for me.”
“You make me think of some very bad things.”
“Not bad,” He corrected. “Just.. unconventional. And baby, trust me, there are ways I want to make you feel that should be illegal. And probably are in some places in the world. But they aren’t bad things. And if you don’t feel comfortable, I will always stop.”
“Does it hurt? Sex?” Resting his chin on Se7en’s chest, Min waited for the older man to answer. “I read about it. When we first started talking about it, I looked a lot of it up on the internet. There seems to be a lot of information but no one can really tell me what to feel.”
“I’ve never researched how to make love.” He admitted, thinking about it.
“Well, how did you learn then?”
“Um, baby, you know I’m not a virgin, right?” Se7en asked, his hands roaming down to the backs of Min’s thighs. “I’ve had sex before. A lot of it.”
“I know.” Min made a face. “I just… God you always make me feel like a little kid. I mean, how did you learn how to do it.”
“Time.” He responded. “Practice.”
“So you’re a slut?” Changmin giggled at Se7en’s pinch on his butt.
“Probably.” Se7en admitted. “When I was younger, I didn’t care who I slept with. I was always careful but sex was just something physical that I wanted. Then it became kind of empty and I wanted more than just to stick my dick into some place wet.”
“That sounds kind of sad.” He sighed, thinking of the nights Se7en spent trying to feel a part of someone but too detached emotionally to get any further than physical satiation.
“Took me a while.” The man nodded. “But I eventually figured it out. So I stopped looking for just what caught my eye and started looking for people that I liked. And some I even loved. You’re one of those loved ones, in case you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t.” Min sniffed, secretly pleased. “Is Taebin?”
“Tae?” He laughed. “We’re more like your Joongie and his Yoochun. Although yeah, we’ve experimented a few times. Mostly we end up laughing to hard or making noises on each other’s bodies. It takes very little for us to start losing it. I think we’re were too much of good friends to become lovers.”
“Did you… with Tae while you were in Hong Kong?” There was a flare of jealousy in Min’s voice, surprising him. Se7en shook his head, not seeing the fire glint in his lover’s eyes. “Nope, baby. I said you and only you, remember? I keep my promises.”
“So, is it nice? I mean, does it make you feel really good?” He whispered into Se7en’s chest, unsure about the wave of sensations he was having to deal with when he heard the older man talk about something so intimate.
“How about..” Se7en slid his hand down the back of Min’s jeans, running his finger down the crevice of the young man’s briefs. “If I take a little time and just show you a little bit of pleasure before you go home? Because baby, if I don’t send you home tonight, I’m going to regret rushing and that’s not what I want to do with you.”
“I want to take a very long time exploring every inch of your beautiful body.” He whispered against Min’s parted mouth. “Let me just take a small little taste now and I’ll give you something to dream about when you get home.”