the unfortunate woes of shim changmin
the unfortunate woes of shim changmin
yunho/changmin (yoochun/junsu/jaejoong, briefly)
nc-17
a/n. for yuxo because she's a filthy whore for homin and spreads it around like an std.
The thing about photoshoots is this: lately, they've been having Yunho strip the hell out of everything and it's just not good for Changmin's libido. Usually, he's not bad with the keeping-it-under-control thing, he's young, but he's by far the oldest one of the group when it comes to composure. It's different, however, when Yunho's got his shirt lifted for the umpteenth time in the past few months and Changmin just can't take it anymore. Well, seeing as there are people here, he can - but as soon as they get home, he's not going to take it.
"You okay, Changminah?" Yoochun asks, frowning. Changmin raises a brow, reluctantly taking his gaze from Yunho's smooth stomach and toned arms, flexing as he maneuvers the shirt for another pose, the flash of the camera illuminating the curves- "Changminah?"
Changmin snaps to attention. "What? Why is something not okay?" Yoochun stares down at Changmin's leg pointedly. It's shaking like a wild thing. "Oh," Changmin says. "Nothing's wrong. Can't I shake my leg? I'm bored. Bored people shake their legs, hyung. God."
Yoochun looks amused. "Horny people shake their legs, too." Changmin splutters as Yoochun gets up, patting the still-moving leg. "Junsu does, anyway. Except his whole body shakes."
Changmin glares at Yoochun's back as he walks off, heading straight for Junsu. Who's doing a full-body shake, just as Yoochun said. Changmin glances down at his leg, then holds it still.
"Changminah!" Yunho says, flopping down next to Changmin on the little sofa. He smiles brilliantly and Changmin can't stop staring at the little mark above Yunho's upper lip. "Everyone's done so we'll be going home soon. I can tell you're kinda bored, sitting here wiggling your leg like that."
Sometimes, Changmin both hates and loves Yunho's obliviousness. "Um, yeah. Really bored, hyung," he agrees amiably. He's decided he loves it tonight, that way he can surprise Yunho when they get home. That little pause Yunho has between confusion and acceptance is always so cut- "So bored I may die soon, in fact."
"Oh, is that so?" Yunho says, leaning in to ruffle Changmin's hair. "Poor little Changmin. I just have to go change and then we'll get out of here." Changmin watches Yunho as he leaves, so intent on Yunho's ass that he doesn't see Jaejoong until Jaejoong's in his lap.
"I thought I saw something looking for attention over there," he says, the smile on his face more of a leer. He wiggles and Changmin hisses.
"Yah, cut that out," Changmin says, smacking Jaejoong's side. "Go play with Yoochun and Junsu tonight. Junsu's shaking really hard, don't you see? I don't think Yoochun can handle him all alone, when he's like that."
Jaejoong manages to laugh and pout at the same time, running fingers through Changmin's hair. "You're so mean. But you have got a point, I guess." Jaejoong's look takes a turn for pointed. "And a plan, don't you?"
Changmin allows himself a tiny smirk.
--
Of course the flaws with having no plan is Changmin can't exactly get wrathful when Jaejoong suggests they have dinner since it's not that late. But he goes along with it, because it's true they haven't had a nice sit-down dinner in a while. Yunho sits next to Changmin and they all laugh and joke around. And Yunho keeps putting his hand on Changmin's thigh and it's just so warm and big and Changmin pretty much goes insane. But not too insane - he's got a reputation, after all.
Then Junsu suggests they play some board games. Which, admittedly, they haven't gotten to do for a while, but all Changmin really wants is Yunho, dammit. However, everyone - including Yunho - looks so happy with the prospect that Changmin goes along with it. He grits his teeth and smiles forcibly through a game of Life, two games of Clue, and five games of Rock, Paper, Scissors because Junsu kept getting beat and wanted re-dos. Changmin loses a little bit more of his sanity, but again, keeps his self-control in check.
"I think I'm going to go take a really nice, long bath," Yunho says as they put away the games.
Changmin's eye twitches. Jaejoong snickers. "You do that," Jaejoong says unhelpfully, patting Yunho's back affectionately. "You worked hard today, Leadersshi."
Yunho smiles, brushing past Changmin with a light touch of his fingers along Changmin's side, casual and sending shivers upon shivers down Changmin's spine. "I hate you," he says once Yunho's cleared the hallway.
Jaejoong just beams. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I think Yoochun and Junsu have already started without me. Junsu was pretty pissed at getting beat, so he's alllll worked up, right now." Leering emphatically, Jaejoong bounces out of the room.
Changmin seethes for two minutes exactly before his brain decides to focus on things of a non-sexual variety (well, sort of) and hatch a plan. Grinning widely, Changmin heads down the hall for Yunho's room. It takes him less then five minutes to get naked and spread out on Yunho's bed, fingers slicked and teasing himself furiously. The one thing about prepping yourself is you know what your limits are, and at this particular moment, Changmin has no limits.
With each slide of his fingers, Changmin's brain supplies image after image of Yunho, stripping, flexing, walking, talking. Changmin's toes curl into the mattress and he arches awkwardly, pushing his fingers in deeper and deeper still. He doesn't dare touch himself, already all but begging for it and Yunho's not been in the bath very long. However, Changmin can't help running his free hand down his chest, head thrown back as he imagines Yunho's hand instead, pinching at his nipples and making him cry out sharply in want.
Changmin moans Yunho's name breathlessly, hips moving in time with his fingers as he works himself open. He bites his lip so hard he draws blood as he thinks of kissing Yunho, tugging and sucking at the bottom lip, then the upper, and that damn sexy mark. Changmin's breath hitches as he starts on three fingers, the burn of the stretch a little more than ignorable this time. Changmin watches the door intently as he slowly moves them in and out, grasping at the sheets tightly as he imagines the look that'll be on Yunho's face when he finally walks in - that cute transition from pleasant shock to dark want, the way Yunho's eyes will dilate and he'll walk slowly over to the bed and cover Changmin with his body, still damp from his bath.
Changmin moans again, shaking so violently he's surprised he hasn't fallen off the bed yet. The frustration of not being able to reach that spot that'll surely have him coming in no time at all is both welcome and hated all at once. Suddenly Changmin just can't take it anymore, and didn't he say he wasn't going to, once they got home?
"YUNHO!" he yells, taking complete advantage of his voice, and he hopes the picture on the wall only shook because of... well, something else. And then the door opens, and Yunho's there, a towel haphazardly wrapped around his hips and a look of more frightened concern than pleasant shock on his face. But that's okay, Changmin can work with it, especially considering the fact that he's still sprawled out naked on Yunho's bed with his fingers up his ass. "Get over here and fuck me before I go insane."
Yunho's face goes from concerned, to understanding, to spacey, then finally to what Changmin wants, eyes so dark he's drowning in them. The door's slammed behind Yunho and the towel's on the floor in seconds. "Why didn't you say anything," Yunho moans as he crawls on top of Changmin. Changmin doesn't get the chance to say a damn thing because Yunho kisses him furiously, and really, Changmin could care less about talking, anyway.
He arches into Yunho wantonly, nails digging into Yunho's back, and kisses back in kind, moaning. He reaches between them for the lube and drizzles a fresh coat on his hand, then wastes no time in slicking Yunho's cock. He doesn't even break the kiss to tell Yunho to get on with it, just squeezes a little harder and swallows the moan that follows. Yunho takes the cue and goes to biting and sucking at Changmin's neck and throat as he starts pushing in, and Changmin's sanity has pretty much flown out the window.
"God, I wasn't bored, hyung, I was horny, you're so thick sometimes," Changmin rambles between his groaning and panting, "Fuck, keep going, keep going, need you." Changmin's cock bobs between their bodies and the teasing taste of friction is almost enough to have him sobbing. Yunho shivers and groans as Changmin rakes his nails down Yunho's back again, something Changmin loves doing every chance he gets. When Yunho's completely inside, he starts to pause, but Changmin shakes his head and cups Yunho's ass, pushing. "Go, go, I'm fine, c'mon, Yunho."
Yunho looks up, the want so clear on his face that Changmin doesn't even give him a chance to speak and kisses him hotly, both legs tight around Yunho's hips, squeezing. Yunho knows when Changmin means business, after all they've done together, and tonight is no exception. Yunho fucks Changmin hard and fast, getting the angle right within seconds. Changmin shakes and cries out, fingers twisting in Yunho's hair as he pushes into each thrust. Yunho reaches for Changmin's cock but Changmin bats his hand away, already close enough after waiting all night that he's going to come without help.
That leaves Yunho free to concentrate on making each slide of his cock feel so good that Changmin wonders if this is what dying from too much pleasure feels like, so high and so filled with adrenaline that you don't even care. Yunho's face as he groans and pants above Changmin is just as good, and Changmin fights to keep his eyes open just to imprint the images into his mind all over again. Yunho opens his eyes and catches Changmin watching. Changmin can't tear his eyes away, doesn't even know if he wants to, drowning again.
His orgasm catches him by surprise, building sharply. He arches, Yunho's name a sharp cry as it overwhelms him completely. Dimly, he can hear Yunho's quiet groan as he reaches completion as well, and tightens his hold on Yunho as they ride it out together. When they both come back to themselves, Yunho with his face buried in Changmin's neck and Changmin nearing the status of dead-to-the-world, Yunho mumbles something into Changmin's skin. Changmin briefly considers ignoring it, but curiosity never takes a backseat, even to sleepiness. "Hm?"
"I said," Yunho says as he lifts his head, frowning. "I didn't get my nice long bath."
Changmin's body starts waking up again, and he smiles widely. "Well. I haven't had one of those in a while, either, hyung."
yunho/changmin (yoochun/junsu/jaejoong, briefly)
nc-17
a/n. for yuxo because she's a filthy whore for homin and spreads it around like an std.
The thing about photoshoots is this: lately, they've been having Yunho strip the hell out of everything and it's just not good for Changmin's libido. Usually, he's not bad with the keeping-it-under-control thing, he's young, but he's by far the oldest one of the group when it comes to composure. It's different, however, when Yunho's got his shirt lifted for the umpteenth time in the past few months and Changmin just can't take it anymore. Well, seeing as there are people here, he can - but as soon as they get home, he's not going to take it.
"You okay, Changminah?" Yoochun asks, frowning. Changmin raises a brow, reluctantly taking his gaze from Yunho's smooth stomach and toned arms, flexing as he maneuvers the shirt for another pose, the flash of the camera illuminating the curves- "Changminah?"
Changmin snaps to attention. "What? Why is something not okay?" Yoochun stares down at Changmin's leg pointedly. It's shaking like a wild thing. "Oh," Changmin says. "Nothing's wrong. Can't I shake my leg? I'm bored. Bored people shake their legs, hyung. God."
Yoochun looks amused. "Horny people shake their legs, too." Changmin splutters as Yoochun gets up, patting the still-moving leg. "Junsu does, anyway. Except his whole body shakes."
Changmin glares at Yoochun's back as he walks off, heading straight for Junsu. Who's doing a full-body shake, just as Yoochun said. Changmin glances down at his leg, then holds it still.
"Changminah!" Yunho says, flopping down next to Changmin on the little sofa. He smiles brilliantly and Changmin can't stop staring at the little mark above Yunho's upper lip. "Everyone's done so we'll be going home soon. I can tell you're kinda bored, sitting here wiggling your leg like that."
Sometimes, Changmin both hates and loves Yunho's obliviousness. "Um, yeah. Really bored, hyung," he agrees amiably. He's decided he loves it tonight, that way he can surprise Yunho when they get home. That little pause Yunho has between confusion and acceptance is always so cut- "So bored I may die soon, in fact."
"Oh, is that so?" Yunho says, leaning in to ruffle Changmin's hair. "Poor little Changmin. I just have to go change and then we'll get out of here." Changmin watches Yunho as he leaves, so intent on Yunho's ass that he doesn't see Jaejoong until Jaejoong's in his lap.
"I thought I saw something looking for attention over there," he says, the smile on his face more of a leer. He wiggles and Changmin hisses.
"Yah, cut that out," Changmin says, smacking Jaejoong's side. "Go play with Yoochun and Junsu tonight. Junsu's shaking really hard, don't you see? I don't think Yoochun can handle him all alone, when he's like that."
Jaejoong manages to laugh and pout at the same time, running fingers through Changmin's hair. "You're so mean. But you have got a point, I guess." Jaejoong's look takes a turn for pointed. "And a plan, don't you?"
Changmin allows himself a tiny smirk.
--
Of course the flaws with having no plan is Changmin can't exactly get wrathful when Jaejoong suggests they have dinner since it's not that late. But he goes along with it, because it's true they haven't had a nice sit-down dinner in a while. Yunho sits next to Changmin and they all laugh and joke around. And Yunho keeps putting his hand on Changmin's thigh and it's just so warm and big and Changmin pretty much goes insane. But not too insane - he's got a reputation, after all.
Then Junsu suggests they play some board games. Which, admittedly, they haven't gotten to do for a while, but all Changmin really wants is Yunho, dammit. However, everyone - including Yunho - looks so happy with the prospect that Changmin goes along with it. He grits his teeth and smiles forcibly through a game of Life, two games of Clue, and five games of Rock, Paper, Scissors because Junsu kept getting beat and wanted re-dos. Changmin loses a little bit more of his sanity, but again, keeps his self-control in check.
"I think I'm going to go take a really nice, long bath," Yunho says as they put away the games.
Changmin's eye twitches. Jaejoong snickers. "You do that," Jaejoong says unhelpfully, patting Yunho's back affectionately. "You worked hard today, Leadersshi."
Yunho smiles, brushing past Changmin with a light touch of his fingers along Changmin's side, casual and sending shivers upon shivers down Changmin's spine. "I hate you," he says once Yunho's cleared the hallway.
Jaejoong just beams. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I think Yoochun and Junsu have already started without me. Junsu was pretty pissed at getting beat, so he's alllll worked up, right now." Leering emphatically, Jaejoong bounces out of the room.
Changmin seethes for two minutes exactly before his brain decides to focus on things of a non-sexual variety (well, sort of) and hatch a plan. Grinning widely, Changmin heads down the hall for Yunho's room. It takes him less then five minutes to get naked and spread out on Yunho's bed, fingers slicked and teasing himself furiously. The one thing about prepping yourself is you know what your limits are, and at this particular moment, Changmin has no limits.
With each slide of his fingers, Changmin's brain supplies image after image of Yunho, stripping, flexing, walking, talking. Changmin's toes curl into the mattress and he arches awkwardly, pushing his fingers in deeper and deeper still. He doesn't dare touch himself, already all but begging for it and Yunho's not been in the bath very long. However, Changmin can't help running his free hand down his chest, head thrown back as he imagines Yunho's hand instead, pinching at his nipples and making him cry out sharply in want.
Changmin moans Yunho's name breathlessly, hips moving in time with his fingers as he works himself open. He bites his lip so hard he draws blood as he thinks of kissing Yunho, tugging and sucking at the bottom lip, then the upper, and that damn sexy mark. Changmin's breath hitches as he starts on three fingers, the burn of the stretch a little more than ignorable this time. Changmin watches the door intently as he slowly moves them in and out, grasping at the sheets tightly as he imagines the look that'll be on Yunho's face when he finally walks in - that cute transition from pleasant shock to dark want, the way Yunho's eyes will dilate and he'll walk slowly over to the bed and cover Changmin with his body, still damp from his bath.
Changmin moans again, shaking so violently he's surprised he hasn't fallen off the bed yet. The frustration of not being able to reach that spot that'll surely have him coming in no time at all is both welcome and hated all at once. Suddenly Changmin just can't take it anymore, and didn't he say he wasn't going to, once they got home?
"YUNHO!" he yells, taking complete advantage of his voice, and he hopes the picture on the wall only shook because of... well, something else. And then the door opens, and Yunho's there, a towel haphazardly wrapped around his hips and a look of more frightened concern than pleasant shock on his face. But that's okay, Changmin can work with it, especially considering the fact that he's still sprawled out naked on Yunho's bed with his fingers up his ass. "Get over here and fuck me before I go insane."
Yunho's face goes from concerned, to understanding, to spacey, then finally to what Changmin wants, eyes so dark he's drowning in them. The door's slammed behind Yunho and the towel's on the floor in seconds. "Why didn't you say anything," Yunho moans as he crawls on top of Changmin. Changmin doesn't get the chance to say a damn thing because Yunho kisses him furiously, and really, Changmin could care less about talking, anyway.
He arches into Yunho wantonly, nails digging into Yunho's back, and kisses back in kind, moaning. He reaches between them for the lube and drizzles a fresh coat on his hand, then wastes no time in slicking Yunho's cock. He doesn't even break the kiss to tell Yunho to get on with it, just squeezes a little harder and swallows the moan that follows. Yunho takes the cue and goes to biting and sucking at Changmin's neck and throat as he starts pushing in, and Changmin's sanity has pretty much flown out the window.
"God, I wasn't bored, hyung, I was horny, you're so thick sometimes," Changmin rambles between his groaning and panting, "Fuck, keep going, keep going, need you." Changmin's cock bobs between their bodies and the teasing taste of friction is almost enough to have him sobbing. Yunho shivers and groans as Changmin rakes his nails down Yunho's back again, something Changmin loves doing every chance he gets. When Yunho's completely inside, he starts to pause, but Changmin shakes his head and cups Yunho's ass, pushing. "Go, go, I'm fine, c'mon, Yunho."
Yunho looks up, the want so clear on his face that Changmin doesn't even give him a chance to speak and kisses him hotly, both legs tight around Yunho's hips, squeezing. Yunho knows when Changmin means business, after all they've done together, and tonight is no exception. Yunho fucks Changmin hard and fast, getting the angle right within seconds. Changmin shakes and cries out, fingers twisting in Yunho's hair as he pushes into each thrust. Yunho reaches for Changmin's cock but Changmin bats his hand away, already close enough after waiting all night that he's going to come without help.
That leaves Yunho free to concentrate on making each slide of his cock feel so good that Changmin wonders if this is what dying from too much pleasure feels like, so high and so filled with adrenaline that you don't even care. Yunho's face as he groans and pants above Changmin is just as good, and Changmin fights to keep his eyes open just to imprint the images into his mind all over again. Yunho opens his eyes and catches Changmin watching. Changmin can't tear his eyes away, doesn't even know if he wants to, drowning again.
His orgasm catches him by surprise, building sharply. He arches, Yunho's name a sharp cry as it overwhelms him completely. Dimly, he can hear Yunho's quiet groan as he reaches completion as well, and tightens his hold on Yunho as they ride it out together. When they both come back to themselves, Yunho with his face buried in Changmin's neck and Changmin nearing the status of dead-to-the-world, Yunho mumbles something into Changmin's skin. Changmin briefly considers ignoring it, but curiosity never takes a backseat, even to sleepiness. "Hm?"
"I said," Yunho says as he lifts his head, frowning. "I didn't get my nice long bath."
Changmin's body starts waking up again, and he smiles widely. "Well. I haven't had one of those in a while, either, hyung."