Satisfaction Guaranteed (Or Sungmin'll Get Mad)
Satisfaction Guaranteed (Or Sungmin'll Get Mad); Kyuhyun, Sungmin; one-shot, romance, comedy; NC-17 (descriptive sex-making scene LOL) ; the boy band Super Junior belongs to SM Entertainment and to their selves respectively. I disown anything that you recognized in this fiction, except for the storyline, style of writing and plots.
A/N: Happy belated birthday to forever young (she's delusional, really) sugoifapple ! No you're not getting any younger, but you just won't age (I'm just playing along). And seriously, when I thought about you and your birthday, I really thought of porn. =..=
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Vibration. Curious vibration makes his chest pounds so hard it hurts.
His heartbeat is in a mess. Two thumps here, a beat there, three beats at a time so random he thinks his heart will burst in any minutes now. But Sungmin is not going to show how dangerous his heart is moving to the man that currently sits across him. He has been sitting down on the same spot in front of the television for more than five minutes now, hearing but not listening to any word spoken by that man.
“I’m sorry, okay? It’s my fault; I should’ve excuse myself earlier but the girls didn’t want to let me off that easily…” his words become faint after ‘the girls’, as if he had just mentioned something taboo in front of the frowning man. Kyuhyun flinches as Sungmin’s foxy eyes go narrow and stares at him as if he isn’t a human. As if he isn’t a solid form.
(he already isn’t; who doesn’t melt in front of the Lee Sungmin’s wrath?)
“The girls?” Sungmin repeats his words, and Kyuhyun swallows something hard inside his throat. Sungmin gets up from the couch, switches off the television that has been running without anyone actually watching it, and walks towards his bedroom.
They don’t share their bedrooms. Sungmin said it is for each of their own good. Kyuhyun can be an animal at night sometimes when he is drunk, so Sungmin said he was just taking safety precautions. Kyuhyun retaliated on the first day they moved in together, saying “what the fuck??” but Sungmin calmly told him to finish unpack his own things. Very. Calmly.
“Sungmin-ah, it’s not like what you think it is! They’re just some peers from school…” but the door closes harshly, and Kyuhyun slams his nose against the hard wood. “Ouch…” he squats in front of Sungmin’s room, worried if he needs a nose job after this. There are some warm liquids that flow down his nostril, and Kyuhyun panics.
“Sungmin you asshole! It’s fucking bleeding you idiot! Do you want to kill me???” he shouts as he runs towards the bathroom and finds the safety cabinet for some small pieces of cotton.
“Shit. Idiot Sungmin. Wait till I get my hands on you!” and punches the wall.
“Ouch!! Damn it!!”
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Sungmin tip-toes from his room later that night, and with the help of the dim light from the tv commercials, finds Kyuhyun sprawling tiredly on the couch where they were arguing earlier. His face is buried into the soft yellow pillow and his left hand and leg are dangling over the couch edge. He looks exactly like a log. A big, snoring, alive and moving (also stupid) log.
“Idiot. You big idiot, Cho Kyuhyun. I hate you.”
He slowly squats and sits near Kyuhyun’s head, dipping his nose into Kyuhyun’s soft, thick hair and inhales the minty scent from it. It is the smell from the shower cream he bought last month (because Kyuhyun never buy his own) and Sungmin laughs. Kyuhyun is the most typical of man you can ever find. He can live with instant noodles for a week and never gets bored with it. He can play games from the break of dawn until the next break of dawn. He can study all night for a test and goes to classes the next day just so he can sleep in the lectures afterwards. And what is there to be surprised if he uses the shower cream as his shampoo? He doesn’t even realise the difference, Sungmin bets on his life.
(just like how he doesn’t even care to see how today’s date is different from the other)
Sungmin stops playing with his hair when Kyuhyun moves a little. He literally sprawls on the floor, trying to avoid Kyuhyun’s line sight and holds his breath as he sees Kyuhyun flips his body and continues his sleep. Kyuhyun always do that; flipping his body while he’s asleep as if he is so light (well he used to be a light weight anyway).
He is adorable like that. But Sungmin still hates him for not coming to their date today, nevertheless.
The floor is cold, so Sungmin crawls slowly towards the red fake cashmere rug next to the couch Kyuhyun is on, and lands flat on his stomach. He is too lazy to get up for now. And too upset to move around anyway. Not when he and Kyuhyun supposed to hold each other on their warm couch and watch Kyuhyun’s favourite historical drama on SB_ channel airing every Monday night at nine thirty (it’s already eleven and Kyuhyun must’ve set the decoder on record before he passed out, Sungmin is positive about it). He feels sleepy, and warm, and sad, and angry and tired as well, so he is pretty sure the world is not going to end if he closes his eyes for a few minutes there.
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He wakes up as his ears prick to a familiar sound. He isn’t really sure how long has he been there, but it is night, and it will always feel as if the night is longer than daylight. His pocket vibrates, and Sungmin spares a few seconds to finally pick up the phone while groaning. He glances over the couch to see if Kyuhyun is still there, sleeping. Nope, he isn’t there.
Shit. Shit. He must’ve laughed thinking how desperate Sungmin looks tonight.
“Hello?” the caller greets as anyone else would have done, and Sungmin hums with his throaty voice. The caller giggles and to Sungmin’s surprise, he dislikes it (a little).
“This is Min, right? Now, you don’t have to say anything at all just listen to what I’m gonna tell you, okay?” Sungmin wants to say something but the caller - a girl - already clears her throat and starts to breathe into the receiver. Sungmin scrunches his nose, a tad irritated.
“I reckon that you know an idiot named Cho Kyuhyun? So he’s been bugging me for more than two hours right now, threatening to kill my cat if I refuse to call you. My name’s Song Qian, by the way and I’m his - I can’t believe I am - classmate. He said because of my eagerness to complete our joined thesis for the Social Discourse class; oh if you only you knew our Professor-”
Sungmin bites his lip trying to control his laughter when he hears someone scolds Song Qian to “get to the damn point already, you dollop-head!” and a loud purring sound of a cat behind her.
“-okay so the point here is, Kyuhyun wasn’t cheating on you. He’s late today because he’s been busy typing and fixing our grammars since the deadline is tomorrow and thank God we finished it just in the nick of time. God, I talk a lot ain’t I? Anyway he just boiled up a - shit, Kyuhyun you better let go of Mimi right now! I mean it!” and Sungmin is left alone on the phone, listening to a few crash thunk gurgles and choking voices (and of course it is the first time in Sungmin’s life he heard a cat screams).
“Hello?” he tries his luck, but no one is answering. Though there are voices of people screaming at the top of their lungs, cursing and trying to scare each other with empty silly threats and meows (meows?). Sungmin fixes his posture to sit up and leaning comfortably against the couch where Kyuhyun was earlier, and rests his head backwards with hand still holding his phone near his ear.
Kyuhyun is always like this. And Sungmin is always like that. Kyuhyun always try to make people understand him no matter how hard, and he will always succeed. Sungmin always refuse to understand, and no matter what happen and how clear things are, he will never want to oblige to what the reality tells him.
(maybe that’s why Kyuhyun is with him. Maybe that’s why they’re together.)
“…So now you know?” Kyuhyun asks as soon as Sungmin opens the front door after the first bell rung. Sungmin nods without any excitement, and walks towards the couch he’d been slouching in while waiting for Kyuhyun to come back home, watching the SB_ historical drama that Kyuhyun recorded earlier. Kyuhyun grimaces and drops his coat down on the floor instead of hanging it onto the stand next to the shoe rack. Sungmin knows Kyuhyun wants to grab his attention. He’s not going to lose.
“I haven’t watched it yet.” Kyuhyun mumbles as he lands next to Sungmin. A few seconds passed and he hastily grabs the remote from Sungmin’s hand. Sungmin doesn’t budge. “It’s getting interesting so I couldn’t stop,” he says a few minutes later while shrugging his shoulders. Kyuhyun says “yeah who could? I mean this shit here is a masterpiece,” with a strained voice and laughs spontaneously. Sungmin waits for another talk after that but a few minutes are gone and Kyuhyun is getting immersed into the drama.
Sungmin glances at the wall clock. In ten more ticks, it will turn into twelve midnight. And they are not supposed to be focusing on whether the King will get shot by a poisonous arrow or slashed by a chapped sword. They’re supposed to be in each other’s embrace by now. Because today is a celebration.
“What are you waiting for?” Kyuhyun suddenly asks without even looking at him. His right thumb is busy abusing the ‘forward’ button, skipping the commercials. Shit he shouldn’t fall asleep; he hates commercials all the more when he’s recording something.
you
“Nothing.” Sungmin replies non-chalantly, and goes into the kitchen to fetch himself a bottle of cold water. He turns around after closing the fridge and almost drops the bottle in his hand when he sees Kyuhyun standing next to him. He really really really hates it when Kyuhyun uses his ninja walking to sneak up on him and surprise him near to death.
“I’m waiting…” Kyuhyun says in a sing-song voice. His hands are wide open and blocks Sungmin from escaping the kitchen. Sungmin holds his breath in, and shoots his threatening glare.
“I don’t get what you’re trying to say. Now move,” he says, pushing the tall figure away but to no avail. Ah, Sungmin gets it. Kyuhyun doesn’t want to lose, too.
“You’re lucky there’s nothing wrong with my nose, idiot. Or else I have to get a nose job this year.” Warm gust of wind brushes the small hairs on his neck as Kyuhyun nears his face and dips his nose into Sungmin’s slender neck, and sends a shiver down his spine. Sungmin instinctively places his hands both on Kyuhyun’s waist, trying to distance the gap between them. Kyuhyun chuckles, and yanks his hands away before securing them up above Sungmin’s head. Sungmin’s small nose crinkles as Kyuhyun licks its tip.
“You taste delicious.”
“I’m still angry.” Sungmin cocks his head to his right and finds the minute arm of the wall clock is slowly nearing the twelfth number. Kyuhyun hums, and nibbles on his jaw line. “Oh my god, what a pretty man I got here. Have you slimmed down? You have, haven’t you?” he whispers, and Sungmin is trying to hold his urge to kill someone right now. “Who’s the one having flabby tummy now, fatso?” Sungmin groans. Kyuhyun chuckles again, and kisses his flawless neck, pressing his lips onto Sungmin’s furiously moving adam’s apple.
Come on you idiot, it’s near past midnight
“You’d think I forgot the date we moved in together, wouldn’t you?” and Sungmin flinches when Kyuhyun’s lips reach his trembled ones.
Yes I would you idiot
“Of course not. I mean, what kind of boyfriend would actually be so insensitive except a certain Cho Kyuhyun, right?” says Sungmin as he flings his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck and kisses him hungrily.
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Sungmin likes Kyuhyun’s hands. They’re big and warm, and give gentle touches even though they’re tainted with calluses from years of mandatory piano practices. Sungmin wonders if they were already formed on Kyuhyun’s hands when he played the harmonica for him outside the practicing studio because Sungmin was discarded from the band he was in because they’ve found a new bass and they thought hey he’s better than him. He wonders if Kyuhyun still remembers what song he played for him that day.
Kyuhyun is always gentle whenever he wants to touch Sungmin. He treats Sungmin as if he is a balloon full of water. Too harsh, it’ll burst; too soft, you’ll let it slipped away. And to Sungmin, Kyuhyun is good in handling him. Really. Good.
“You’ve been holding in the whole day, haven’t you?” Kyuhyun asks jokingly, hands scatter around Sungmin’s waist, dipping beyond his boxer’s back and rubs Sungmin’s sensitive flesh. His fingers spread and dig into Sungmin’s soft skin while his tongue and lips violate Sungmin’s mouth with the licks and smacks and sucks and webs of saliva formed when they pull away for a short breath.
“You wish. I’ve been too busy being angry at an idiot I’ve totally forgotten about my need-” he pauses and whimpers as Kyuhyun pulls his boxer down and pushes his thighs to bend up. Sungmin licks his upper lip as Kyuhyun wraps his long, callused fingers around Sungmin’s, and squeezes it lightly. It excites Sungmin how with just a simple press triggers his senses, and he starts to feel his body tenses up. Kyuhyun is aware how tight Sungmin’s grip is on the backrest of the couch as he takes all of Sungmin’s into his mouth, tickles it with his tongue and fit it right at the back of his throat. When Sungmin hardens up, he tightens his throat and Sungmin will moan in pleasure. He likes it, Sungmin’s needy face. His cheeks are red, and his beautiful lips are trembling. The sweats that flow down his toned body. Kyuhyun knows (he realised) he should be thankful for such a beautiful partner he owns.
Oh God, these excitements are worthless. Sungmin can feel every single nail that digs into his skin and carves half-moon marks on it, every single hair that stands to the foreign yet familiar touches Kyuhyun put on his body. His body is hot. Dangerously hot. To the point where he thinks (he imagines) if Kyuhyun touches him long enough then Kyuhyun will burn; he will burn.
Kyuhyun marks Sungmin’s chest; nibbling on those pink nipples that are getting harder with every pinch, teasing it slightly with his perverted fingers while hearing the rushing heartbeat underneath the bright pale skin, now full with little red marks. It sounds so surprisingly endearing to Kyuhyun’s ears that he doesn’t really care if his own heart stops at this moment, he can live on with the sounds of Sungmin’s chest.
“What a fierce rush,” he says as his lips travel down in the middle of Sungmin’s abs to his navel. Sungmin moans as Kyuhyun’s fingers dip into his pulsing slit, one finger and then two, spread inside him and loosen the tight squeeze. There is a moment of silent where his moans aren’t heard and their breathing doesn’t match; just a mere fleeting moment before Kyuhyun starts to pull and push his fingers to move inside Sungmin.
And then the real exhilaration fills in. Friction, Sungmin whispers in his mind behind his teary eyes, delicious friction. Kyuhyun moves his fingers faster, and Sungmin winces at the pain inflicted when the calluses on Kyuhyun’s palm and fingers scratch against his raw flesh. His conscience tells his mind to stop, to eliminate the intrusion, but Sungmin’s body does not approve. Sungmin’s body wants it. As painful as it is, he moves his hips to the rhythm of Kyuhyun’s hands. Dirty words rain down from his pretty lips.
“Fuck me, Kyuhyun. Harder.” And Kyuhyun pulls him to another wet kiss. His fingers dig deeper, and Sungmin’s hips slam against his faster. Sungmin’s fingers ring around his hardened cock and fist it tenderly. Kyuhyun groans, trying his hard to hold it in. He made a secret wish to himself earlier; Sungmin must come twice tonight.
This is a battle.
But Sungmin doesn’t really like to lose, either. He pushes Kyuhyun a bit for a space, and bends down in between his twitching legs. His unexpectedly curvy hips for a man swaggers as he holds Kyuhyun’s hand that abuse his demanding slit, refusing to let Kyuhyun stop doing whatever he is doing to him now.
His rosy cheeks. His peeking eyes. His mouth that moves without any restriction. His soft, dancing hair that sways on his head that bobs up and down while he takes his time to savour all of Kyuhyun’s inside his pretty little mouth.
Kyuhyun’s eyes are half closed, and his fingers are too excited to stop right now. Sungmin is swallowing him, both in front and at the back. His other hand unconsciously holds onto Sungmin’s moving head, hips gradually following Sungmin’s tongue and teeth. He can hear Sungmin choking a little, but he doesn’t pull away. He can hear Sungmin moans, this time trying to stop his fingers that are grinding because oh yeah, no way can a man stand being teased at the right spot.
Sungmin wants to touch his self, because fuck it screw all winning or losing, Cho Kyuhyun is too much of him to handle. But Kyuhyun yanks his hand away.
“Uh-oh, not by yourself, never,” he whispers when Sungmin finally let him go and grunts. Kyuhyun pulls him close and Sungmin hovers on top of him, hips high and body still leaning so that no matter what his face will always be near Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun smiles as Sungmin shows him his orgasm face (brows knit, nose slightly scrunches, wet lips shiver) and sticks out his tongue playfully. Sungmin licks the sides of his lips (his long, soft lips) and nibbles his tongue with his tongue’s tip.
Friction. He has to admit; they both like it.
Kyuhyun presses his tongue against Sungmin’s, and tickles his inside cheeks. There’s a small cut; Sungmin probably tore off the soft flesh when he sucked in his cheeks to show his protest. Kyuhyun knows it; because whenever they kissed after a silly fight, there will always be this faint, bitter and metallic crimson taste that lingers around his own tongue later. Habits are just too hard to handle.
Sungmin moans again. This time it comes with a heavy whisper. “Just do me already. I’m going crazy, Kyuhyun…” and he shudders. Kyuhyun chuckles and slaps Sungmin’s rear. He doesn’t remove his hands afterwards, but squeezes them hard. “Relax, baby. We’re getting there.”
“Bastard.” Sungmin whimpers and Kyuhyun finds his lips once more. Slowly, Sungmin lowers his hips onto Kyuhyun’s front, and rubs it with his hands. “I can’t wait. Now.” Kyuhyun groans as Sungmin nips the head of his member and pushes it slowly into his wet inner.
“Gosh, you’re such a slut tonight.”
Sungmin’s back arches as Kyuhyun is all inside him. His hands are on Kyuhyun’s thighs, gripping them tightly that they turn red with his nails carve their imprint onto the skin.
“I am a slut. Whenever I’m with you, I can’t help it but be horny.”
Kyuhyun moves and Sungmin licks his own lips. It feels too delicious that it’s scary. Sungmin starts his ride, and Kyuhyun’s hands are clenching on his waist and his sweaty buttocks.
“Then you can be no one’s but my only slut.”
Sungmin palms Kyuhyun’s slightly chubby waist, and smiles. He tightens his grips and moves his hips to and fro in a faster pace, and Kyuhyun tries to catch up. Sungmin doesn’t want to lose. Neither does Kyuhyun.
There it is. The heavenly friction. Drugs they can never avoid.
Sungmin’s hair sticks onto his forehead and splatters of small drops of sweat scatter everywhere. Their hot breath mingles as Sungmin wraps his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck, and Kyuhyun bangs him hard. The skins and fleshes meet and collide producing squelching sounds that Sungmin sometimes finds it funny. Even when his eyes swell up with tears of the sinful bliss.
Kyuhyun doesn’t utter a word. Sungmin knows Kyuhyun very well to ask him the reason why. He’s almost at his limit. Sungmin counts the seconds left, but then Kyuhyun pushes him down, and thrusts in harder. Sungmin squeals in excitement and rush of adrenaline.
“Harder. Shit, Kyuhyun! You sissy fucke-” but Kyuhyun’s mouth flowers over his. Sungmin can only whimper when there’s no way he can let out his thrill. He can hear the low note, slow shrieking sounds that come from both their bodies.
And there’s their heartbeat too, too rushed yet in synchrony. The subtle white bubbles that fill his back of head when Kyuhyun laughs at their dirtied couch. The awkward comfort when Kyuhyun’s limbs entangle with his, and the weight of that very same man burying him into the same couch.
“Oh dear, Lee Sungmin. How can I ever want to replace you?”
You don’t have to, idiot
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Kyuhyun cooks them meatball bolognaise the next morning. Sungmin asks him why (though he thinks it's quite out of place to have carbohydrates this much in the morning).
“For ditching our date yesterday. And for this anniversary that we’ve never expected to hold on for the long five years.”
Ah. So he’d been expecting for yesterday, too. Sungmin laughs and Kyuhyun frowns while mumbling about how Sungmin should be thankful because “hey I don’t cook just for anyone, okay?”
Sungmin says “okay,” and walks over the kitchen to the stoves where Kyuhyun is struggling with the tomato in his hands. He grabs the tomato from Kyuhyun’s hands and pulls the string that helps to hang Kyuhyun’s apron onto his neck so that Kyuhyun leans a little bit to his side.
“Thanks for the thoughts,” he says, and pecks Kyuhyun’s lips. Kyuhyun blushes, and avoids his eyes.
“It’s nothing,” he says, and chops the tomatoes on the chopping board with not a single mercy.
Sungmin laughs, and walks towards the dining table to grab his bag and books. “I’m going,” he says. “I’ll take a bite of whatever you’re cooking when I get home,” he says. Kyuhyun flashes his killer weapon; oh damn that smile Sungmin can never win that smile.
“Okay,” Kyuhyun says. Sungmin waves him goodbye.
…but there’s no way he’s abusing his body with Kyuhyun’s cooking. Never.
-End-
A/N: Happy belated birthday to forever young (she's delusional, really) sugoifapple ! No you're not getting any younger, but you just won't age (I'm just playing along). And seriously, when I thought about you and your birthday, I really thought of porn. =..=
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Vibration. Curious vibration makes his chest pounds so hard it hurts.
His heartbeat is in a mess. Two thumps here, a beat there, three beats at a time so random he thinks his heart will burst in any minutes now. But Sungmin is not going to show how dangerous his heart is moving to the man that currently sits across him. He has been sitting down on the same spot in front of the television for more than five minutes now, hearing but not listening to any word spoken by that man.
“I’m sorry, okay? It’s my fault; I should’ve excuse myself earlier but the girls didn’t want to let me off that easily…” his words become faint after ‘the girls’, as if he had just mentioned something taboo in front of the frowning man. Kyuhyun flinches as Sungmin’s foxy eyes go narrow and stares at him as if he isn’t a human. As if he isn’t a solid form.
(he already isn’t; who doesn’t melt in front of the Lee Sungmin’s wrath?)
“The girls?” Sungmin repeats his words, and Kyuhyun swallows something hard inside his throat. Sungmin gets up from the couch, switches off the television that has been running without anyone actually watching it, and walks towards his bedroom.
They don’t share their bedrooms. Sungmin said it is for each of their own good. Kyuhyun can be an animal at night sometimes when he is drunk, so Sungmin said he was just taking safety precautions. Kyuhyun retaliated on the first day they moved in together, saying “what the fuck??” but Sungmin calmly told him to finish unpack his own things. Very. Calmly.
“Sungmin-ah, it’s not like what you think it is! They’re just some peers from school…” but the door closes harshly, and Kyuhyun slams his nose against the hard wood. “Ouch…” he squats in front of Sungmin’s room, worried if he needs a nose job after this. There are some warm liquids that flow down his nostril, and Kyuhyun panics.
“Sungmin you asshole! It’s fucking bleeding you idiot! Do you want to kill me???” he shouts as he runs towards the bathroom and finds the safety cabinet for some small pieces of cotton.
“Shit. Idiot Sungmin. Wait till I get my hands on you!” and punches the wall.
“Ouch!! Damn it!!”
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Sungmin tip-toes from his room later that night, and with the help of the dim light from the tv commercials, finds Kyuhyun sprawling tiredly on the couch where they were arguing earlier. His face is buried into the soft yellow pillow and his left hand and leg are dangling over the couch edge. He looks exactly like a log. A big, snoring, alive and moving (also stupid) log.
“Idiot. You big idiot, Cho Kyuhyun. I hate you.”
He slowly squats and sits near Kyuhyun’s head, dipping his nose into Kyuhyun’s soft, thick hair and inhales the minty scent from it. It is the smell from the shower cream he bought last month (because Kyuhyun never buy his own) and Sungmin laughs. Kyuhyun is the most typical of man you can ever find. He can live with instant noodles for a week and never gets bored with it. He can play games from the break of dawn until the next break of dawn. He can study all night for a test and goes to classes the next day just so he can sleep in the lectures afterwards. And what is there to be surprised if he uses the shower cream as his shampoo? He doesn’t even realise the difference, Sungmin bets on his life.
(just like how he doesn’t even care to see how today’s date is different from the other)
Sungmin stops playing with his hair when Kyuhyun moves a little. He literally sprawls on the floor, trying to avoid Kyuhyun’s line sight and holds his breath as he sees Kyuhyun flips his body and continues his sleep. Kyuhyun always do that; flipping his body while he’s asleep as if he is so light (well he used to be a light weight anyway).
He is adorable like that. But Sungmin still hates him for not coming to their date today, nevertheless.
The floor is cold, so Sungmin crawls slowly towards the red fake cashmere rug next to the couch Kyuhyun is on, and lands flat on his stomach. He is too lazy to get up for now. And too upset to move around anyway. Not when he and Kyuhyun supposed to hold each other on their warm couch and watch Kyuhyun’s favourite historical drama on SB_ channel airing every Monday night at nine thirty (it’s already eleven and Kyuhyun must’ve set the decoder on record before he passed out, Sungmin is positive about it). He feels sleepy, and warm, and sad, and angry and tired as well, so he is pretty sure the world is not going to end if he closes his eyes for a few minutes there.
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He wakes up as his ears prick to a familiar sound. He isn’t really sure how long has he been there, but it is night, and it will always feel as if the night is longer than daylight. His pocket vibrates, and Sungmin spares a few seconds to finally pick up the phone while groaning. He glances over the couch to see if Kyuhyun is still there, sleeping. Nope, he isn’t there.
Shit. Shit. He must’ve laughed thinking how desperate Sungmin looks tonight.
“Hello?” the caller greets as anyone else would have done, and Sungmin hums with his throaty voice. The caller giggles and to Sungmin’s surprise, he dislikes it (a little).
“This is Min, right? Now, you don’t have to say anything at all just listen to what I’m gonna tell you, okay?” Sungmin wants to say something but the caller - a girl - already clears her throat and starts to breathe into the receiver. Sungmin scrunches his nose, a tad irritated.
“I reckon that you know an idiot named Cho Kyuhyun? So he’s been bugging me for more than two hours right now, threatening to kill my cat if I refuse to call you. My name’s Song Qian, by the way and I’m his - I can’t believe I am - classmate. He said because of my eagerness to complete our joined thesis for the Social Discourse class; oh if you only you knew our Professor-”
Sungmin bites his lip trying to control his laughter when he hears someone scolds Song Qian to “get to the damn point already, you dollop-head!” and a loud purring sound of a cat behind her.
“-okay so the point here is, Kyuhyun wasn’t cheating on you. He’s late today because he’s been busy typing and fixing our grammars since the deadline is tomorrow and thank God we finished it just in the nick of time. God, I talk a lot ain’t I? Anyway he just boiled up a - shit, Kyuhyun you better let go of Mimi right now! I mean it!” and Sungmin is left alone on the phone, listening to a few crash thunk gurgles and choking voices (and of course it is the first time in Sungmin’s life he heard a cat screams).
“Hello?” he tries his luck, but no one is answering. Though there are voices of people screaming at the top of their lungs, cursing and trying to scare each other with empty silly threats and meows (meows?). Sungmin fixes his posture to sit up and leaning comfortably against the couch where Kyuhyun was earlier, and rests his head backwards with hand still holding his phone near his ear.
Kyuhyun is always like this. And Sungmin is always like that. Kyuhyun always try to make people understand him no matter how hard, and he will always succeed. Sungmin always refuse to understand, and no matter what happen and how clear things are, he will never want to oblige to what the reality tells him.
(maybe that’s why Kyuhyun is with him. Maybe that’s why they’re together.)
“…So now you know?” Kyuhyun asks as soon as Sungmin opens the front door after the first bell rung. Sungmin nods without any excitement, and walks towards the couch he’d been slouching in while waiting for Kyuhyun to come back home, watching the SB_ historical drama that Kyuhyun recorded earlier. Kyuhyun grimaces and drops his coat down on the floor instead of hanging it onto the stand next to the shoe rack. Sungmin knows Kyuhyun wants to grab his attention. He’s not going to lose.
“I haven’t watched it yet.” Kyuhyun mumbles as he lands next to Sungmin. A few seconds passed and he hastily grabs the remote from Sungmin’s hand. Sungmin doesn’t budge. “It’s getting interesting so I couldn’t stop,” he says a few minutes later while shrugging his shoulders. Kyuhyun says “yeah who could? I mean this shit here is a masterpiece,” with a strained voice and laughs spontaneously. Sungmin waits for another talk after that but a few minutes are gone and Kyuhyun is getting immersed into the drama.
Sungmin glances at the wall clock. In ten more ticks, it will turn into twelve midnight. And they are not supposed to be focusing on whether the King will get shot by a poisonous arrow or slashed by a chapped sword. They’re supposed to be in each other’s embrace by now. Because today is a celebration.
“What are you waiting for?” Kyuhyun suddenly asks without even looking at him. His right thumb is busy abusing the ‘forward’ button, skipping the commercials. Shit he shouldn’t fall asleep; he hates commercials all the more when he’s recording something.
you
“Nothing.” Sungmin replies non-chalantly, and goes into the kitchen to fetch himself a bottle of cold water. He turns around after closing the fridge and almost drops the bottle in his hand when he sees Kyuhyun standing next to him. He really really really hates it when Kyuhyun uses his ninja walking to sneak up on him and surprise him near to death.
“I’m waiting…” Kyuhyun says in a sing-song voice. His hands are wide open and blocks Sungmin from escaping the kitchen. Sungmin holds his breath in, and shoots his threatening glare.
“I don’t get what you’re trying to say. Now move,” he says, pushing the tall figure away but to no avail. Ah, Sungmin gets it. Kyuhyun doesn’t want to lose, too.
“You’re lucky there’s nothing wrong with my nose, idiot. Or else I have to get a nose job this year.” Warm gust of wind brushes the small hairs on his neck as Kyuhyun nears his face and dips his nose into Sungmin’s slender neck, and sends a shiver down his spine. Sungmin instinctively places his hands both on Kyuhyun’s waist, trying to distance the gap between them. Kyuhyun chuckles, and yanks his hands away before securing them up above Sungmin’s head. Sungmin’s small nose crinkles as Kyuhyun licks its tip.
“You taste delicious.”
“I’m still angry.” Sungmin cocks his head to his right and finds the minute arm of the wall clock is slowly nearing the twelfth number. Kyuhyun hums, and nibbles on his jaw line. “Oh my god, what a pretty man I got here. Have you slimmed down? You have, haven’t you?” he whispers, and Sungmin is trying to hold his urge to kill someone right now. “Who’s the one having flabby tummy now, fatso?” Sungmin groans. Kyuhyun chuckles again, and kisses his flawless neck, pressing his lips onto Sungmin’s furiously moving adam’s apple.
Come on you idiot, it’s near past midnight
“You’d think I forgot the date we moved in together, wouldn’t you?” and Sungmin flinches when Kyuhyun’s lips reach his trembled ones.
Yes I would you idiot
“Of course not. I mean, what kind of boyfriend would actually be so insensitive except a certain Cho Kyuhyun, right?” says Sungmin as he flings his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck and kisses him hungrily.
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Sungmin likes Kyuhyun’s hands. They’re big and warm, and give gentle touches even though they’re tainted with calluses from years of mandatory piano practices. Sungmin wonders if they were already formed on Kyuhyun’s hands when he played the harmonica for him outside the practicing studio because Sungmin was discarded from the band he was in because they’ve found a new bass and they thought hey he’s better than him. He wonders if Kyuhyun still remembers what song he played for him that day.
Kyuhyun is always gentle whenever he wants to touch Sungmin. He treats Sungmin as if he is a balloon full of water. Too harsh, it’ll burst; too soft, you’ll let it slipped away. And to Sungmin, Kyuhyun is good in handling him. Really. Good.
“You’ve been holding in the whole day, haven’t you?” Kyuhyun asks jokingly, hands scatter around Sungmin’s waist, dipping beyond his boxer’s back and rubs Sungmin’s sensitive flesh. His fingers spread and dig into Sungmin’s soft skin while his tongue and lips violate Sungmin’s mouth with the licks and smacks and sucks and webs of saliva formed when they pull away for a short breath.
“You wish. I’ve been too busy being angry at an idiot I’ve totally forgotten about my need-” he pauses and whimpers as Kyuhyun pulls his boxer down and pushes his thighs to bend up. Sungmin licks his upper lip as Kyuhyun wraps his long, callused fingers around Sungmin’s, and squeezes it lightly. It excites Sungmin how with just a simple press triggers his senses, and he starts to feel his body tenses up. Kyuhyun is aware how tight Sungmin’s grip is on the backrest of the couch as he takes all of Sungmin’s into his mouth, tickles it with his tongue and fit it right at the back of his throat. When Sungmin hardens up, he tightens his throat and Sungmin will moan in pleasure. He likes it, Sungmin’s needy face. His cheeks are red, and his beautiful lips are trembling. The sweats that flow down his toned body. Kyuhyun knows (he realised) he should be thankful for such a beautiful partner he owns.
Oh God, these excitements are worthless. Sungmin can feel every single nail that digs into his skin and carves half-moon marks on it, every single hair that stands to the foreign yet familiar touches Kyuhyun put on his body. His body is hot. Dangerously hot. To the point where he thinks (he imagines) if Kyuhyun touches him long enough then Kyuhyun will burn; he will burn.
Kyuhyun marks Sungmin’s chest; nibbling on those pink nipples that are getting harder with every pinch, teasing it slightly with his perverted fingers while hearing the rushing heartbeat underneath the bright pale skin, now full with little red marks. It sounds so surprisingly endearing to Kyuhyun’s ears that he doesn’t really care if his own heart stops at this moment, he can live on with the sounds of Sungmin’s chest.
“What a fierce rush,” he says as his lips travel down in the middle of Sungmin’s abs to his navel. Sungmin moans as Kyuhyun’s fingers dip into his pulsing slit, one finger and then two, spread inside him and loosen the tight squeeze. There is a moment of silent where his moans aren’t heard and their breathing doesn’t match; just a mere fleeting moment before Kyuhyun starts to pull and push his fingers to move inside Sungmin.
And then the real exhilaration fills in. Friction, Sungmin whispers in his mind behind his teary eyes, delicious friction. Kyuhyun moves his fingers faster, and Sungmin winces at the pain inflicted when the calluses on Kyuhyun’s palm and fingers scratch against his raw flesh. His conscience tells his mind to stop, to eliminate the intrusion, but Sungmin’s body does not approve. Sungmin’s body wants it. As painful as it is, he moves his hips to the rhythm of Kyuhyun’s hands. Dirty words rain down from his pretty lips.
“Fuck me, Kyuhyun. Harder.” And Kyuhyun pulls him to another wet kiss. His fingers dig deeper, and Sungmin’s hips slam against his faster. Sungmin’s fingers ring around his hardened cock and fist it tenderly. Kyuhyun groans, trying his hard to hold it in. He made a secret wish to himself earlier; Sungmin must come twice tonight.
This is a battle.
But Sungmin doesn’t really like to lose, either. He pushes Kyuhyun a bit for a space, and bends down in between his twitching legs. His unexpectedly curvy hips for a man swaggers as he holds Kyuhyun’s hand that abuse his demanding slit, refusing to let Kyuhyun stop doing whatever he is doing to him now.
His rosy cheeks. His peeking eyes. His mouth that moves without any restriction. His soft, dancing hair that sways on his head that bobs up and down while he takes his time to savour all of Kyuhyun’s inside his pretty little mouth.
Kyuhyun’s eyes are half closed, and his fingers are too excited to stop right now. Sungmin is swallowing him, both in front and at the back. His other hand unconsciously holds onto Sungmin’s moving head, hips gradually following Sungmin’s tongue and teeth. He can hear Sungmin choking a little, but he doesn’t pull away. He can hear Sungmin moans, this time trying to stop his fingers that are grinding because oh yeah, no way can a man stand being teased at the right spot.
Sungmin wants to touch his self, because fuck it screw all winning or losing, Cho Kyuhyun is too much of him to handle. But Kyuhyun yanks his hand away.
“Uh-oh, not by yourself, never,” he whispers when Sungmin finally let him go and grunts. Kyuhyun pulls him close and Sungmin hovers on top of him, hips high and body still leaning so that no matter what his face will always be near Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun smiles as Sungmin shows him his orgasm face (brows knit, nose slightly scrunches, wet lips shiver) and sticks out his tongue playfully. Sungmin licks the sides of his lips (his long, soft lips) and nibbles his tongue with his tongue’s tip.
Friction. He has to admit; they both like it.
Kyuhyun presses his tongue against Sungmin’s, and tickles his inside cheeks. There’s a small cut; Sungmin probably tore off the soft flesh when he sucked in his cheeks to show his protest. Kyuhyun knows it; because whenever they kissed after a silly fight, there will always be this faint, bitter and metallic crimson taste that lingers around his own tongue later. Habits are just too hard to handle.
Sungmin moans again. This time it comes with a heavy whisper. “Just do me already. I’m going crazy, Kyuhyun…” and he shudders. Kyuhyun chuckles and slaps Sungmin’s rear. He doesn’t remove his hands afterwards, but squeezes them hard. “Relax, baby. We’re getting there.”
“Bastard.” Sungmin whimpers and Kyuhyun finds his lips once more. Slowly, Sungmin lowers his hips onto Kyuhyun’s front, and rubs it with his hands. “I can’t wait. Now.” Kyuhyun groans as Sungmin nips the head of his member and pushes it slowly into his wet inner.
“Gosh, you’re such a slut tonight.”
Sungmin’s back arches as Kyuhyun is all inside him. His hands are on Kyuhyun’s thighs, gripping them tightly that they turn red with his nails carve their imprint onto the skin.
“I am a slut. Whenever I’m with you, I can’t help it but be horny.”
Kyuhyun moves and Sungmin licks his own lips. It feels too delicious that it’s scary. Sungmin starts his ride, and Kyuhyun’s hands are clenching on his waist and his sweaty buttocks.
“Then you can be no one’s but my only slut.”
Sungmin palms Kyuhyun’s slightly chubby waist, and smiles. He tightens his grips and moves his hips to and fro in a faster pace, and Kyuhyun tries to catch up. Sungmin doesn’t want to lose. Neither does Kyuhyun.
There it is. The heavenly friction. Drugs they can never avoid.
Sungmin’s hair sticks onto his forehead and splatters of small drops of sweat scatter everywhere. Their hot breath mingles as Sungmin wraps his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck, and Kyuhyun bangs him hard. The skins and fleshes meet and collide producing squelching sounds that Sungmin sometimes finds it funny. Even when his eyes swell up with tears of the sinful bliss.
Kyuhyun doesn’t utter a word. Sungmin knows Kyuhyun very well to ask him the reason why. He’s almost at his limit. Sungmin counts the seconds left, but then Kyuhyun pushes him down, and thrusts in harder. Sungmin squeals in excitement and rush of adrenaline.
“Harder. Shit, Kyuhyun! You sissy fucke-” but Kyuhyun’s mouth flowers over his. Sungmin can only whimper when there’s no way he can let out his thrill. He can hear the low note, slow shrieking sounds that come from both their bodies.
And there’s their heartbeat too, too rushed yet in synchrony. The subtle white bubbles that fill his back of head when Kyuhyun laughs at their dirtied couch. The awkward comfort when Kyuhyun’s limbs entangle with his, and the weight of that very same man burying him into the same couch.
“Oh dear, Lee Sungmin. How can I ever want to replace you?”
You don’t have to, idiot
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Kyuhyun cooks them meatball bolognaise the next morning. Sungmin asks him why (though he thinks it's quite out of place to have carbohydrates this much in the morning).
“For ditching our date yesterday. And for this anniversary that we’ve never expected to hold on for the long five years.”
Ah. So he’d been expecting for yesterday, too. Sungmin laughs and Kyuhyun frowns while mumbling about how Sungmin should be thankful because “hey I don’t cook just for anyone, okay?”
Sungmin says “okay,” and walks over the kitchen to the stoves where Kyuhyun is struggling with the tomato in his hands. He grabs the tomato from Kyuhyun’s hands and pulls the string that helps to hang Kyuhyun’s apron onto his neck so that Kyuhyun leans a little bit to his side.
“Thanks for the thoughts,” he says, and pecks Kyuhyun’s lips. Kyuhyun blushes, and avoids his eyes.
“It’s nothing,” he says, and chops the tomatoes on the chopping board with not a single mercy.
Sungmin laughs, and walks towards the dining table to grab his bag and books. “I’m going,” he says. “I’ll take a bite of whatever you’re cooking when I get home,” he says. Kyuhyun flashes his killer weapon; oh damn that smile Sungmin can never win that smile.
“Okay,” Kyuhyun says. Sungmin waves him goodbye.
…but there’s no way he’s abusing his body with Kyuhyun’s cooking. Never.
-End-