Fascination
Title: Fascination
Length: One-shot
Pairing: HoMin
Summary: This is what I see in HoMin's L'EAU DE MISSHA commercial (and what I assume happens after). Feel free to share your interpretation.
The party flowed around her, laughing, drinking, flirting humans. She moved between them, silent and invisible, just observing for now. Some only came to do business, but when they sensed her presence, sexual tension rose considerably. It was a pity they couldn't see her. The Goddess was happy with her current appearance, and excited to test her new invention.
The dress, the shoes, the clutch, if it wasn't for her ethereal beauty, she'd fit right in. Of course, she wouldn't show herself for more than a fraction of a second. One look, little more than a glance, and they'd all be at her feet, begging for her attention. But that wasn't her goal tonight.
She wasn't done luring people into her own bed, but sometimes she just liked to watch. And what was more fun to watch than two attractive young men?
Her targets were far apart tonight, engaged in conversations with different groups of people. It didn't matter. They attended this party for the same reason and stayed at the same hotel. They'd run into each other sooner or later.
The bottles were waiting in her bag, ready to be used. It wasn't one of her usual methods to spark desire, but times had changed, as well as her interests, and it had forced her to be creative.
Lately, she'd taken a liking to placing one of her tools in human hands and watching them use it on themselves. But if you give a man a bow and arrow, what are the chances he'll try to shoot himself in the heart with it?
Of course, getting him to wear a strange perfume would require some motivation as well, but considerably less. Humans were always trying to smell nice, like flowers attracting insects. And the fun was all in the self-administration.
She was excited, and done wasting time.
She walked past her first target and let herself be seen. Not long enough for him to fully understand what his eyes were telling him, but enough to leave her mark on his subconsciousness. Her power would work on him now. Target locked.
Yunho was at the bar when his evening took an unexpected turn.
He'd had that feeling a moment ago, the feeling that someone was watching him, but instead of annoyance he'd felt thrill. He'd been in the middle of a conversation with a business partner then, not the right time to be distracted, but he couldn't help it.
This time it wasn't just a feeling. It was like an invisible force turned his head and made him stand up. He was drawn towards and empty table by.. a scent. It wasn't anything he recognised. It was simply irresistible, and then it was gone.
There was a bottle on the table. Light reflected off it and caught his eye when he came closer. The people around him disappeared, everything else too, the world focused on this one item in front of him. Something told him it was for him. It didn't make sense, but somehow it didn't need to. He picked up the perfume.
Her second target was by the pool.
She could just let him catch a glimpse of her like she did with the first, she'd even changed her dress for him. But this time she was bold enough to get close and let her fingers brush his shoulder. He sensed her, took off his sunglasses and looked around. He didn't see her. Of course he didn't, poor human boy.
She let him wander around first, postponing the moment she handed over all control of what would happen tonight and the nights to come. She watched him talk, watched him drink and knew that during all this, her touch was still in his memory, keeping his mind busy with questions it couldn't answer. He was still attractive when he was confused, just like the other. She'd made a good choice.
When she decided it was time, she sprayed the perfume onto her own skin to get his attention, and sure enough he came over. No human could resist her. He stopped by the bottle she'd put down for him and looked at it.
"It's yours," she said, "don't keep me waiting and use it soon." He wouldn't hear her voice using his ears, but his subconsciousness definitely picked up on it. He looked around to search for her again. She smiled and stayed invisible.
Back in his hotel room, Changmin stared at the bottle. He didn't know why he felt that someone had left it especially for him, but he did, and the mystery of that annoyed him. It had unsettled him so much that he went upstairs long before the party ended.
Eventually he picked the damn thing up again and turned it around in his hands. It looked like women's perfume, but he didn't recognise the name. He wondered what it smelled like.
He pulled off the cap and sniffed the nozzle. He didn't smell anything, so he sprayed some in the air. It formed a fine mist, but again he couldn't discern a special scent. Was this just water? Changmin sprayed some onto the inside of his wrist and brought it to his nose. This time he was surprised by the sudden intensity of fragrance.
It was a very strange sensation. He didn't smell perfume, but himself, just stronger and slightly sweeter than normal, it wasn't a bad smell. It was very familiar, like home, like someone was baking something delicious in his kitchen and he pushed his nose into his pillow.
Could perfume do that? Could it bring out and improve your own scent instead of masking it? Changmin sprayed some directly onto his neck. He smelled so good, like he'd just taken a shower. He was probably just imagining this. He definitely needed another drink.
Yunho fought the urge to open the bottle. This wasn't his. Why had he taken it up to his room? Why was it so tempting? It didn't make any sense.
He played with it in his hands, like he was expecting it to talk and reveal its secrets. He'd already searched the name on his phone, but nothing came up. According to the internet, this didn't exist.
He suddenly realised he hadn't even asked around if someone lost it. Why hadn't he? He should have brought it to reception, maybe a woman was looking for it right now.
Changmin took the stairs instead of the elevator. He preferred exertion over being trapped in a stuffy box.
Another guest apparently thought the same. The man was half a flight ahead of him, but suddenly he stopped and turned around.
Changmin saw him stare. It wasn't anyone he knew. He wanted to walk around, but when he came close the man suddenly rushed up a few steps and they were almost face to face. Changmin stopped, both because that startled him and because the man was blocking his way.
The man didn't say anything, but he took another step, he moved around Changmin to stand on his level and kept coming closer. The look in his eyes was part confusion and part longing.
Changmin instinctively backed away, until the railing pressed against his thighs. "What.."
The man was good looking, about the same age and dressed like he belonged at the party downstairs. He was so close now their bodies were almost pressed together, and the longing look in his eyes grew stronger.
It felt like a scene from a teenage daydream, when you're staring at the hottest boy in school and in your head he's looking back, and then he's coming over and he's kissing you. But Changmin was here to do business, not to indulge in fantasies, and social convention forced him to push this stranger away.
"Do I know you?"
The man looked dazed, and it took him a while to formulate a response. "I.. don't think so." He was still standing in Changmin's personal space, and it seemed he'd much rather come closer again than step back. "But you smell so good."
"Okay…" Changmin felt less weirded out than he probably should be. Maybe it was because the man seemed slightly uncomfortable himself. And he didn't have a creepy face. Still, his intense stare made Changmin nervous, especially when it started to drift down.
He took a step down sideways. The other man did the same.
"Do you mind? I was headed downstairs for a drink.. alone." He emphasised the alone.
A hint of panic flashed in the man's eyes. "Don't.. don't go."
He was attractive, but he needed to work on his pick up lines and flirting. This was weird and slightly creepy. Maybe he was drunk. Changmin pitied him a bit, though he had to admit he was tempted too. But he didn't have time for this.
"I don't see why not." He stepped down and turned his back.
"Wait. My room is 526. If you.. change your mind."
"Okay." Changmin smiled politely over his shoulder and then quickly walked down the stairs. It felt like he was running away, but he still repeated the number in his head.
Yunho closed the door behind him and leaned against it. The image of the man he just met lingered in his mind, his face, but most of all his scent. Just the memory of it turned him on. He took deep breaths to calm himself down and shoved his hands into his pockets.
He'd forgotten all about the perfume. His fingers closed around the bottle and he pulled it up. It was tempting him again. And the scent of that man, it reminded him of when he found this.
Changmin had forgotten about the party. He'd hoped for a quiet spot at the bar and a strong drink, but there were people everywhere, some of them business partners who might want to talk to him.
He just wanted to be alone and clear his mind, shake off thoughts of the mysterious perfume and the man on the stairs, whose image somehow kept popping up in his head.
But good sex was also a way to clear his mind. Maybe he could allow himself a one night stand. He considered it.
Yunho stared at his image in the bathroom mirror. What was he thinking, just.. throwing himself at a stranger like that?
This was a confusing night. The perfume smelled weird too when he'd tried it on his skin, not bad, but strange. He might just take a shower and go to bed. There would be important meetings tomorrow.
He'd taken off his shirt already and was about to unzip his slacks when there were two knocks on the door. It was late, and he hadn't ordered room service. His heart sped up at the other possibility. He decided not to put his shirt back on.
Changmin didn't really have a plan, but as soon as the door opened he would have forgotten it anyway.
It wasn't that the man was half naked, or not just that. It was mostly because something made him so irresistible that Changmin forgot the world around him and all he wanted was to get closer. He stepped into the room. The man took one surprised step back, but then he stopped. He looked at Changmin with that same look of desire in his eyes as he did before, and this time Changmin understood, felt the same.
Yunho inhaled through his nose. It was there again, that irresistible scent, and this time he saw no rejection in the other's face. The door fell shut and he didn't remember letting go of it. They were standing so close to each other.
Changmin let his gaze slide from the man's eyes to slightly parted lips and down to his neck. He tilted his head and let his lips brush against skin there. The other made a soft noise and a quiver ran through his body. Changmin breathed in. The scent was indescribable, warm like vanilla, but spicy and sharp like cinnamon and ginger, and soft and sweet like roses.
A hand suddenly moved to his hair and pulled his head back, and now the other was kissing his neck, warm breath against Changmin's skin. Their bodies pressed together, double the heat.
Yunho didn't know what this scent was, but he knew that nothing had ever turned him on so much, so quickly. He dragged his lips up over the other's jaw and found his mouth, wrapped his free arm around the man's waist and pulled him even closer.
Changmin eagerly responded to the kiss, deepened it and let his hands roam over the other's naked back. It was like the kiss was a sign for them to let loose and their movements sped up, touching, pulling, ripping off buttons.
They stumbled in the direction of a bed, somehow made it and fell over each other onto the mattress. Little of this made sense in Changmin's head, but a moment of clarity had him saying: "I don't even know your name."
"Yunho," was the breathless response. And Changmin started to say his own name but turned it into a moan when Yunho's fingers wrapped around his cock. He pushed Yunho onto his back, straddled him and repeated it, although frankly, neither of them cared much about names at this moment.
Yunho, usually so cautious and reserved when it came to relationships and sex, was new to this beast inside of him, but he had no desire to restrain it.
Changmin never knew he could be this greedy, this unrestrained, until now, and he'd found a partner who was exactly the same. Their lovemaking was wild and intense but the best sex he'd ever had in his life.
There was no patience. They tangled together and a frantic rush of sensation. The kisses left them breathless, their bodies shook and their voices mingled at the peak of heat and lust.
There was a time for slow and sweet too, when they were both worn out, sweaty and nearly satisfied. They were still connected, with lazy kisses and languid movements. There was time for names then. Changmin didn't know who Yunho was, but he felt like he did, and he was willing to whisper his name against his skin like he's been saying it like that for years.
After their final shared descent into ecstasy, they collapsed onto the soft tangle of sheets and, with their last strength, managed to pull a blanket over their cooling bodies.
Changmin only remembered intense pleasure. It was his first thought when he woke up and just that vague memory felt so good that he hoped he'd recall more details later, preferably ones that explained the love bites littering his skin.
But that would also be dangerous, because if the body next to him had such power over his, he could easily be tempted again. He forced himself not to look, not to breathe, to just turn away and get up, move quietly, bare feet on the carpeted floor, and gather his clothes.
He wanted to turn back, he wanted it so bad. The more memories filled his mind, the harder it got to resist, but he had things to do today, important things. He didn't even know what time it was. And something about last night gave him the uneasy feeling that someone.. something other than himself had controlled his actions.
There was a sound from the bed, and Changmin silently cursed. A rustling of blankets and then a voice.
"Is this my room?"
"It's not mine. My bed was against the opposite wall if I remember correctly. And I don't drive a Ferrari." Changmin gestured at a key on the desk. Then he risked a glance at the man on the bed. He looked even better than before, without the clothes and the styled hair, he wasn't just sexy, he was wildly sexy.
"Yes, that's mine. Thank you for not running off and stealing my car." Yunho grabbed his head and groaned. "What did I drink? Or did you drug me? I feel.."
"Intoxicated?"
"Yes."
"That's a pity. Me too. I was hoping you could tell me what happened last night. I don't remember much except for-"
"You. I only remember you." Yunho stared at Changmin and forgot everything around them, again.
Changmin felt his doubts drain away as he was drawn in by those eyes. He couldn't even remember why he tried to run away. ".. same here."
He climbed onto the bed, over Yunho's body, and kissed him, kissed him because he could, and because he wanted to.
Yunho tilted his chin up and tasted Changmin again, let his tongue slide over his lips and pulled back, teasing.
Changmin growled and grabbed his hair. He kissed Yunho fiercely and then pulled back completely, holding him down when he tried to find his lips again. "I didn't drug you. Did you drug me?"
Yunho shook his head. He tried to kiss Changmin again, breathed harshly in frustration when he couldn't and picked up a new scent.
The intense fragrance of need and desire had given way to undertones of comfort and safety. Something sweet that reminded him of his mother, of love and other things he couldn't place but which he recognised as something familiar. Changmin smelled like home and family.
"You.. you smell nice."
Changmin closed his eyes and breathed in. His grip on Yunho's hair loosened. "So do you."
There was a silence. They looked at each other, shared another slow kiss and breathed in the air around them. Yunho played with strands of Changmin's hair while Changmin's fingers brushed over his chest.
"What is scent that you're wearing?" Changmin finally asked.
"I.." He knew he'd read a name, but he couldn't remember. "Just a moment." Yunho pulled himself away from Changmin's body, not an easy task, and stood up. He walked to the bathroom and found the bottle.
He'd intended to check for a name, but as soon as it was in his hands, all he wanted to do was use it again.
"What are you doing?" Changmin asked. He appeared in the doorway just as the spay hit Yunho's skin. A moment later, he had him pinned against the white tiles. The wall was cold against his skin, but Changmin was hot so Yunho didn't complain.
The bottle had fallen out of his hand and thankfully landed on a bath rug, unharmed. Yunho wrapped his arms around Changmin's body and focused on kissing him back.
She'd thoroughly enjoyed the show. It wasn't over yet, but there were other things to do.
Once the bottles were empty it was up to fate to decide what happened next. Maybe those men would declare their eternal love for each other, maybe not. She didn't care. Marriage wasn't her thing.
No, she'd move on. There were plenty of exciting experiments to conduct now that she knew just how well her new invention worked. She might even steal some human ideas. It was fun making dreams come true every once in a while.
But it would be a waste to keep this all to herself. She sent out a smug mental message to her partner and rival in the matchmaking business.
"Hey, son of mine. Have you ever seen an AXE commercial?"
Length: One-shot
Pairing: HoMin
Summary: This is what I see in HoMin's L'EAU DE MISSHA commercial (and what I assume happens after). Feel free to share your interpretation.
Click to viewThe party flowed around her, laughing, drinking, flirting humans. She moved between them, silent and invisible, just observing for now. Some only came to do business, but when they sensed her presence, sexual tension rose considerably. It was a pity they couldn't see her. The Goddess was happy with her current appearance, and excited to test her new invention.
The dress, the shoes, the clutch, if it wasn't for her ethereal beauty, she'd fit right in. Of course, she wouldn't show herself for more than a fraction of a second. One look, little more than a glance, and they'd all be at her feet, begging for her attention. But that wasn't her goal tonight.
She wasn't done luring people into her own bed, but sometimes she just liked to watch. And what was more fun to watch than two attractive young men?
Her targets were far apart tonight, engaged in conversations with different groups of people. It didn't matter. They attended this party for the same reason and stayed at the same hotel. They'd run into each other sooner or later.
The bottles were waiting in her bag, ready to be used. It wasn't one of her usual methods to spark desire, but times had changed, as well as her interests, and it had forced her to be creative.
Lately, she'd taken a liking to placing one of her tools in human hands and watching them use it on themselves. But if you give a man a bow and arrow, what are the chances he'll try to shoot himself in the heart with it?
Of course, getting him to wear a strange perfume would require some motivation as well, but considerably less. Humans were always trying to smell nice, like flowers attracting insects. And the fun was all in the self-administration.
She was excited, and done wasting time.
She walked past her first target and let herself be seen. Not long enough for him to fully understand what his eyes were telling him, but enough to leave her mark on his subconsciousness. Her power would work on him now. Target locked.
Yunho was at the bar when his evening took an unexpected turn.
He'd had that feeling a moment ago, the feeling that someone was watching him, but instead of annoyance he'd felt thrill. He'd been in the middle of a conversation with a business partner then, not the right time to be distracted, but he couldn't help it.
This time it wasn't just a feeling. It was like an invisible force turned his head and made him stand up. He was drawn towards and empty table by.. a scent. It wasn't anything he recognised. It was simply irresistible, and then it was gone.
There was a bottle on the table. Light reflected off it and caught his eye when he came closer. The people around him disappeared, everything else too, the world focused on this one item in front of him. Something told him it was for him. It didn't make sense, but somehow it didn't need to. He picked up the perfume.
Her second target was by the pool.
She could just let him catch a glimpse of her like she did with the first, she'd even changed her dress for him. But this time she was bold enough to get close and let her fingers brush his shoulder. He sensed her, took off his sunglasses and looked around. He didn't see her. Of course he didn't, poor human boy.
She let him wander around first, postponing the moment she handed over all control of what would happen tonight and the nights to come. She watched him talk, watched him drink and knew that during all this, her touch was still in his memory, keeping his mind busy with questions it couldn't answer. He was still attractive when he was confused, just like the other. She'd made a good choice.
When she decided it was time, she sprayed the perfume onto her own skin to get his attention, and sure enough he came over. No human could resist her. He stopped by the bottle she'd put down for him and looked at it.
"It's yours," she said, "don't keep me waiting and use it soon." He wouldn't hear her voice using his ears, but his subconsciousness definitely picked up on it. He looked around to search for her again. She smiled and stayed invisible.
Back in his hotel room, Changmin stared at the bottle. He didn't know why he felt that someone had left it especially for him, but he did, and the mystery of that annoyed him. It had unsettled him so much that he went upstairs long before the party ended.
Eventually he picked the damn thing up again and turned it around in his hands. It looked like women's perfume, but he didn't recognise the name. He wondered what it smelled like.
He pulled off the cap and sniffed the nozzle. He didn't smell anything, so he sprayed some in the air. It formed a fine mist, but again he couldn't discern a special scent. Was this just water? Changmin sprayed some onto the inside of his wrist and brought it to his nose. This time he was surprised by the sudden intensity of fragrance.
It was a very strange sensation. He didn't smell perfume, but himself, just stronger and slightly sweeter than normal, it wasn't a bad smell. It was very familiar, like home, like someone was baking something delicious in his kitchen and he pushed his nose into his pillow.
Could perfume do that? Could it bring out and improve your own scent instead of masking it? Changmin sprayed some directly onto his neck. He smelled so good, like he'd just taken a shower. He was probably just imagining this. He definitely needed another drink.
Yunho fought the urge to open the bottle. This wasn't his. Why had he taken it up to his room? Why was it so tempting? It didn't make any sense.
He played with it in his hands, like he was expecting it to talk and reveal its secrets. He'd already searched the name on his phone, but nothing came up. According to the internet, this didn't exist.
He suddenly realised he hadn't even asked around if someone lost it. Why hadn't he? He should have brought it to reception, maybe a woman was looking for it right now.
Changmin took the stairs instead of the elevator. He preferred exertion over being trapped in a stuffy box.
Another guest apparently thought the same. The man was half a flight ahead of him, but suddenly he stopped and turned around.
Changmin saw him stare. It wasn't anyone he knew. He wanted to walk around, but when he came close the man suddenly rushed up a few steps and they were almost face to face. Changmin stopped, both because that startled him and because the man was blocking his way.
The man didn't say anything, but he took another step, he moved around Changmin to stand on his level and kept coming closer. The look in his eyes was part confusion and part longing.
Changmin instinctively backed away, until the railing pressed against his thighs. "What.."
The man was good looking, about the same age and dressed like he belonged at the party downstairs. He was so close now their bodies were almost pressed together, and the longing look in his eyes grew stronger.
It felt like a scene from a teenage daydream, when you're staring at the hottest boy in school and in your head he's looking back, and then he's coming over and he's kissing you. But Changmin was here to do business, not to indulge in fantasies, and social convention forced him to push this stranger away.
"Do I know you?"
The man looked dazed, and it took him a while to formulate a response. "I.. don't think so." He was still standing in Changmin's personal space, and it seemed he'd much rather come closer again than step back. "But you smell so good."
"Okay…" Changmin felt less weirded out than he probably should be. Maybe it was because the man seemed slightly uncomfortable himself. And he didn't have a creepy face. Still, his intense stare made Changmin nervous, especially when it started to drift down.
He took a step down sideways. The other man did the same.
"Do you mind? I was headed downstairs for a drink.. alone." He emphasised the alone.
A hint of panic flashed in the man's eyes. "Don't.. don't go."
He was attractive, but he needed to work on his pick up lines and flirting. This was weird and slightly creepy. Maybe he was drunk. Changmin pitied him a bit, though he had to admit he was tempted too. But he didn't have time for this.
"I don't see why not." He stepped down and turned his back.
"Wait. My room is 526. If you.. change your mind."
"Okay." Changmin smiled politely over his shoulder and then quickly walked down the stairs. It felt like he was running away, but he still repeated the number in his head.
Yunho closed the door behind him and leaned against it. The image of the man he just met lingered in his mind, his face, but most of all his scent. Just the memory of it turned him on. He took deep breaths to calm himself down and shoved his hands into his pockets.
He'd forgotten all about the perfume. His fingers closed around the bottle and he pulled it up. It was tempting him again. And the scent of that man, it reminded him of when he found this.
Changmin had forgotten about the party. He'd hoped for a quiet spot at the bar and a strong drink, but there were people everywhere, some of them business partners who might want to talk to him.
He just wanted to be alone and clear his mind, shake off thoughts of the mysterious perfume and the man on the stairs, whose image somehow kept popping up in his head.
But good sex was also a way to clear his mind. Maybe he could allow himself a one night stand. He considered it.
Yunho stared at his image in the bathroom mirror. What was he thinking, just.. throwing himself at a stranger like that?
This was a confusing night. The perfume smelled weird too when he'd tried it on his skin, not bad, but strange. He might just take a shower and go to bed. There would be important meetings tomorrow.
He'd taken off his shirt already and was about to unzip his slacks when there were two knocks on the door. It was late, and he hadn't ordered room service. His heart sped up at the other possibility. He decided not to put his shirt back on.
Changmin didn't really have a plan, but as soon as the door opened he would have forgotten it anyway.
It wasn't that the man was half naked, or not just that. It was mostly because something made him so irresistible that Changmin forgot the world around him and all he wanted was to get closer. He stepped into the room. The man took one surprised step back, but then he stopped. He looked at Changmin with that same look of desire in his eyes as he did before, and this time Changmin understood, felt the same.
Yunho inhaled through his nose. It was there again, that irresistible scent, and this time he saw no rejection in the other's face. The door fell shut and he didn't remember letting go of it. They were standing so close to each other.
Changmin let his gaze slide from the man's eyes to slightly parted lips and down to his neck. He tilted his head and let his lips brush against skin there. The other made a soft noise and a quiver ran through his body. Changmin breathed in. The scent was indescribable, warm like vanilla, but spicy and sharp like cinnamon and ginger, and soft and sweet like roses.
A hand suddenly moved to his hair and pulled his head back, and now the other was kissing his neck, warm breath against Changmin's skin. Their bodies pressed together, double the heat.
Yunho didn't know what this scent was, but he knew that nothing had ever turned him on so much, so quickly. He dragged his lips up over the other's jaw and found his mouth, wrapped his free arm around the man's waist and pulled him even closer.
Changmin eagerly responded to the kiss, deepened it and let his hands roam over the other's naked back. It was like the kiss was a sign for them to let loose and their movements sped up, touching, pulling, ripping off buttons.
They stumbled in the direction of a bed, somehow made it and fell over each other onto the mattress. Little of this made sense in Changmin's head, but a moment of clarity had him saying: "I don't even know your name."
"Yunho," was the breathless response. And Changmin started to say his own name but turned it into a moan when Yunho's fingers wrapped around his cock. He pushed Yunho onto his back, straddled him and repeated it, although frankly, neither of them cared much about names at this moment.
Yunho, usually so cautious and reserved when it came to relationships and sex, was new to this beast inside of him, but he had no desire to restrain it.
Changmin never knew he could be this greedy, this unrestrained, until now, and he'd found a partner who was exactly the same. Their lovemaking was wild and intense but the best sex he'd ever had in his life.
There was no patience. They tangled together and a frantic rush of sensation. The kisses left them breathless, their bodies shook and their voices mingled at the peak of heat and lust.
There was a time for slow and sweet too, when they were both worn out, sweaty and nearly satisfied. They were still connected, with lazy kisses and languid movements. There was time for names then. Changmin didn't know who Yunho was, but he felt like he did, and he was willing to whisper his name against his skin like he's been saying it like that for years.
After their final shared descent into ecstasy, they collapsed onto the soft tangle of sheets and, with their last strength, managed to pull a blanket over their cooling bodies.
Changmin only remembered intense pleasure. It was his first thought when he woke up and just that vague memory felt so good that he hoped he'd recall more details later, preferably ones that explained the love bites littering his skin.
But that would also be dangerous, because if the body next to him had such power over his, he could easily be tempted again. He forced himself not to look, not to breathe, to just turn away and get up, move quietly, bare feet on the carpeted floor, and gather his clothes.
He wanted to turn back, he wanted it so bad. The more memories filled his mind, the harder it got to resist, but he had things to do today, important things. He didn't even know what time it was. And something about last night gave him the uneasy feeling that someone.. something other than himself had controlled his actions.
There was a sound from the bed, and Changmin silently cursed. A rustling of blankets and then a voice.
"Is this my room?"
"It's not mine. My bed was against the opposite wall if I remember correctly. And I don't drive a Ferrari." Changmin gestured at a key on the desk. Then he risked a glance at the man on the bed. He looked even better than before, without the clothes and the styled hair, he wasn't just sexy, he was wildly sexy.
"Yes, that's mine. Thank you for not running off and stealing my car." Yunho grabbed his head and groaned. "What did I drink? Or did you drug me? I feel.."
"Intoxicated?"
"Yes."
"That's a pity. Me too. I was hoping you could tell me what happened last night. I don't remember much except for-"
"You. I only remember you." Yunho stared at Changmin and forgot everything around them, again.
Changmin felt his doubts drain away as he was drawn in by those eyes. He couldn't even remember why he tried to run away. ".. same here."
He climbed onto the bed, over Yunho's body, and kissed him, kissed him because he could, and because he wanted to.
Yunho tilted his chin up and tasted Changmin again, let his tongue slide over his lips and pulled back, teasing.
Changmin growled and grabbed his hair. He kissed Yunho fiercely and then pulled back completely, holding him down when he tried to find his lips again. "I didn't drug you. Did you drug me?"
Yunho shook his head. He tried to kiss Changmin again, breathed harshly in frustration when he couldn't and picked up a new scent.
The intense fragrance of need and desire had given way to undertones of comfort and safety. Something sweet that reminded him of his mother, of love and other things he couldn't place but which he recognised as something familiar. Changmin smelled like home and family.
"You.. you smell nice."
Changmin closed his eyes and breathed in. His grip on Yunho's hair loosened. "So do you."
There was a silence. They looked at each other, shared another slow kiss and breathed in the air around them. Yunho played with strands of Changmin's hair while Changmin's fingers brushed over his chest.
"What is scent that you're wearing?" Changmin finally asked.
"I.." He knew he'd read a name, but he couldn't remember. "Just a moment." Yunho pulled himself away from Changmin's body, not an easy task, and stood up. He walked to the bathroom and found the bottle.
He'd intended to check for a name, but as soon as it was in his hands, all he wanted to do was use it again.
"What are you doing?" Changmin asked. He appeared in the doorway just as the spay hit Yunho's skin. A moment later, he had him pinned against the white tiles. The wall was cold against his skin, but Changmin was hot so Yunho didn't complain.
The bottle had fallen out of his hand and thankfully landed on a bath rug, unharmed. Yunho wrapped his arms around Changmin's body and focused on kissing him back.
She'd thoroughly enjoyed the show. It wasn't over yet, but there were other things to do.
Once the bottles were empty it was up to fate to decide what happened next. Maybe those men would declare their eternal love for each other, maybe not. She didn't care. Marriage wasn't her thing.
No, she'd move on. There were plenty of exciting experiments to conduct now that she knew just how well her new invention worked. She might even steal some human ideas. It was fun making dreams come true every once in a while.
But it would be a waste to keep this all to herself. She sent out a smug mental message to her partner and rival in the matchmaking business.
"Hey, son of mine. Have you ever seen an AXE commercial?"