kama
kama
yoochun/changmin
nc-17
a/n. for applesu, who wanted yoomin rimming fic. so it should really go without saying that if that's not your cup of tea, don't read. but i just said it anyway, so whatever. :| also the title is taken from kama sutra, yes. kama means aesthetic and erotic pleasure. also i blanked, okay.
One day, completely out of the blue, Changmin decides his sex life is just too bland. Well, not bland, really - he's covered almost every position thanks to the Kama Sutra Junsu didn't think anyone knew he had a copy of, he's played the naughty schoolgirl for Yunho and he's even done light bondage with Jaejoong. It still feels like he's missing something, though, like there's still so many things he's yet to try. And then he stumbles across something on the internet that grosses him out at first, but as he reads more, he finds maybe he needs to try this out.
"Hyung," Changmin says, shutting the door behind him, casual. Yoochun looks up from the piano, expectant. "Let's try rimming."
Yoochun chokes on something - Changmin's pretty sure it's just his own spit. "What?" Yoochun asks, after he gets a hold of himself. "How do you- have you been going through my things again? You know, just because I gave you the key to my apartment doesn't mean you have a right to just help yourself to everything I own, and my diary is PERSONAL."
Changmin doubles over in laughter, shaking his head. "You have a diary?" he gasps, leaning against the wall for support.
Yoochun colors instantly, pushing away from the piano. "You tricked me! And-" Yoochun pauses, watching Changmin heavily. "Are you serious about this?"
In light of Yoochun's sudden seriousness, Changmin eases his laughter, though he's still highly amused by Yoochun having a diary and has to bite back the urge to ask if it's pink and girly. "What do you think, hyung?" Changmin says instead, raising an eyebrow. "You know me pretty well by now."
Yoochun looks Changmin up and down, eyes darkening, and Changmin smirks in approval. "Yeah, you could say that," Yoochun replies. "Any preferences?"
"You're doing the rimming," Changmin responds promptly, walking over slowly. "I know what you can do with your tongue and I have no qualms whatsoever using it to my advantage." Yoochun's shudder is not easy to miss, and Changmin files this away for future use. "And I want you to do it while you've got me bent over your sofa." Changmin's been eyeing the small lounge sofa Yoochun's got in the corner of the workroom, ever since Yoochun bought it a week ago, and now is a perfect time as ever to try it out.
"It's leather," Yoochun says, a note of warning underlying the arousal in his voice. "Which doesn't usually mix well with sweat."
Changmin grins and leans down to kiss Yoochun slow and deep for a moment, sucking at Yoochun's lip briefly when he pulls back. "Exactly."
Yoochun shakes his head, smiling. "When did you get greasier than me, Changminah?"
"I'm not greasy," Changmin says, pushing Yoochun towards the sofa. "I just have a healthy appetite. Growing boy, you know."
Yoochun laughs, that quiet, husky laugh that's like fingers curling around Changmin's cock and wraps arms around Changmin's waist. "Growing, huh?" Yoochun's foot hits the sofa and they stop, Yoochun leaning in dangerously close. "Something's growing, that's for sure." And then Changmin's being turned around and pushed onto the sofa abruptly.
Changmin grunts softly, partly in surprise and partly in arousal, tugging Yoochun in by his shirt as Yoochun straddles his lap. Yoochun laughs that laugh again and Changmin muffles it with his mouth, with a rough, hot kiss that leaves no doubt as to who's in charge here, for the moment.
Yoochun moans and sinks against Changmin, warm and skinny beneath Changmin's wandering fingers skirting up beneath Yoochun's shirt. However, as nice as kissing is, Changmin's been planning this out all day and he's too wound up for pleasantries. "Clothes off, now," he says hoarsely, pushing up at the fabric. Yoochun's obviously not in any mood to play, either, and with only a small amount of trouble, they're both naked and sliding against one another in minutes.
Then Yoochun takes the reins, with his hands on Changmin's hips and fingers digging in tightly. "Turn around, Changminah," he breathes, eyes so dark now that Changmin doesn't even need to read them, especially not when Yoochun's cock is hot and hard against the inside of his thigh. Changmin shifts when Yoochun does, leans over the back of the sofa with his knees tucked beneath him and into the cushions. Yoochun spreads them and runs a hand up Changmin's back as he kisses his way down the slope of Changmin's ass.
Changmin doesn't even try to hold back the quiet moan, everything in him anticipating this, making him quiver with it. When Yoochun runs his tongue down between Changmin's cheeks, Changmin moans again, louder, and pushes back eagerly. Yoochun chuckles and Changmin growls, "get on with it," head hanging down as he struggles to control his breathing.
Maybe Yoochun takes pity on him, or maybe Yoochun knows he means business - either way, the first swipe of Yoochun's tongue across his entrance has Changmin shuddering full-body, and when Yoochun pushes the tip inside, Changmin groans and claws at the leather at the wet slide of it. He braces a hand against the wall to keep himself balanced, his shaking now uncontrollable as Yoochun begins to move his tongue in and out in short, stabbing motions that have Changmin crying out obscenities and Yoochun's name.
Yoochun's not being very quiet either, and the hand on Changmin's back comes back down with nails. The pain only intensifies the pleasure Changmin's feeling and he gives up on speaking at all, panting and moaning as he fucks himself on Yoochun's tongue. Every movement he makes has his cock rubbing against the leather, painfully pleasurable and just too much when his brain starts filling in the blind spots, images of what Yoochun looks like with his tongue thrusting in and out of Changmin like a cock. Changmin comes with a sharp cry, muffled halfway as he bites down on the sofa's back while the pleasure washes over him, paralyzing.
Yoochun's tongue keeps working him through every second of his orgasm, and when he's stopped trembling, Yoochun pulls back, only to kiss and bite at Changmin's back as he leans over with fumbling movements. Changmin turns slightly to catch Yoochun's hand slipping out from beneath a cushion with a bottle of lube. Changmin laughs, burying his face into the crook of his elbow. "Fucking boy scout," he murmurs breathlessly, followed by a sharp sound as Yoochun's slick finger slides inside of him.
"I'm not the dandy boy for nothing," Yoochun replies, smirking with his voice. Changmin doesn't get the chance to reply because Yoochun's not taking it slow. Changmin's not complaining, especially not when Yoochun hooks his finger just right and Changmin's seeing stars. "Healthy appetite indeed," Yoochun quips as he slides a hand around and traces fingers up the underside of Changmin's cock, already half-hard.
Changmin groans when one finger turns into two, then three, and by then he's fully hard with the help of Yoochun's hand sliding up and down his cock slowly in contrast to the furious thrusts of his fingers. "Just do it," he grits out, choked for the way the pleasure's coiling hot and heavy in his belly again. Yoochun makes no protests at all, and the only sound heard is the squeaking of the sofa as Yoochun positions himself and begins to slip inside.
"Yoochun, fuck, go faster," Changmin pants, the slow press of Yoochun's cock driving him insane. He pushes back insistently and is rewarded with Yoochun sliding deeper, a strangled groan from Yoochun and nails at both of his hips. "Yes, yes," Changmin hisses as Yoochun leans in closer, thrusting in completely. Changmin nudges when Yoochun stills, a gasp caught in his throat at how Yoochun fills him, followed by another as Yoochun takes the hint and begins fucking him hard and fast.
Changmin can't seem to catch enough air to force all the sounds trapped in his throat, so he just pants harshly instead, each slap of Yoochun's skin against his own loud in his ears and turning him on even more. Yoochun's vocal enough for the both of them, anyway, cursing and and moaning loud enough to wake the dead. "Tell me when I find it, Changminah," he groans, angle changing with every thrust.
Changmin really could care less if Yoochun finds it or not, because his cock's trapped between himself and the sofa again and every time Yoochun pushes against him creates more than enough friction to have him writhing. But then Yoochun does find the right angle and Changmin shouts weakly, the sound cracking halfway with how parched his throat is. He can feel Yoochun trembling against him and knows Yoochun's close, so when the next few thrusts on that spot have Changmin coming for the second time that night, he doesn't feel as bad as he should. In fact, he feels incredible, the pleasure ripping him apart at the seams, and he makes sure even the neighbors know just how good he has it.
Yoochun comes shortly after with a cry, muffled against Changmin's back, and a few more short and shallow thrusts. Yoochun slumps against Changmin and stills, and together they both just lay there, breathing harshly. After a few long, long moments, Changmin finally realizes that his arm is aching something fierce and one of his legs is numb from lack of blood flow. "Yoochunah," he says softly, still slightly breathless, "I think we need to move."
"Yeah," Yoochun says. "Yeah, okay." Yoochun sighs and shifts out of Changmin gently, falling back against the sofa with a soft thump. Changmin follows, wincing as his leg begins to throb with the needle-like sensations he wasn't looking forward to. "Alright?" Yoochun asks, concerned.
"Fine," Changmin says as he curls into Yoochun, leaning up to kiss him softly. "Leg's waking up."
"Oh," Yoochun says, and sighs softly again as Changmin gets comfortable. After another moment of silence, he adds, "So. Anything else you want to try?"
"We're going to try domination and submission later," Changmin replies without hesitation, remembering how Yoochun'd shuddered earlier. "But much, much later. I need a nap."
"Oh," is all Yoochun says, and Changmin imagines a blank sort of look on his face. "Okay."
Before Changmin falls asleep, he briefly reminds himself to give the others a call and see what they think of voyeurism. And to wake up before Yoochun so he can go find a certain diary.
yoochun/changmin
nc-17
a/n. for applesu, who wanted yoomin rimming fic. so it should really go without saying that if that's not your cup of tea, don't read. but i just said it anyway, so whatever. :| also the title is taken from kama sutra, yes. kama means aesthetic and erotic pleasure. also i blanked, okay.
One day, completely out of the blue, Changmin decides his sex life is just too bland. Well, not bland, really - he's covered almost every position thanks to the Kama Sutra Junsu didn't think anyone knew he had a copy of, he's played the naughty schoolgirl for Yunho and he's even done light bondage with Jaejoong. It still feels like he's missing something, though, like there's still so many things he's yet to try. And then he stumbles across something on the internet that grosses him out at first, but as he reads more, he finds maybe he needs to try this out.
"Hyung," Changmin says, shutting the door behind him, casual. Yoochun looks up from the piano, expectant. "Let's try rimming."
Yoochun chokes on something - Changmin's pretty sure it's just his own spit. "What?" Yoochun asks, after he gets a hold of himself. "How do you- have you been going through my things again? You know, just because I gave you the key to my apartment doesn't mean you have a right to just help yourself to everything I own, and my diary is PERSONAL."
Changmin doubles over in laughter, shaking his head. "You have a diary?" he gasps, leaning against the wall for support.
Yoochun colors instantly, pushing away from the piano. "You tricked me! And-" Yoochun pauses, watching Changmin heavily. "Are you serious about this?"
In light of Yoochun's sudden seriousness, Changmin eases his laughter, though he's still highly amused by Yoochun having a diary and has to bite back the urge to ask if it's pink and girly. "What do you think, hyung?" Changmin says instead, raising an eyebrow. "You know me pretty well by now."
Yoochun looks Changmin up and down, eyes darkening, and Changmin smirks in approval. "Yeah, you could say that," Yoochun replies. "Any preferences?"
"You're doing the rimming," Changmin responds promptly, walking over slowly. "I know what you can do with your tongue and I have no qualms whatsoever using it to my advantage." Yoochun's shudder is not easy to miss, and Changmin files this away for future use. "And I want you to do it while you've got me bent over your sofa." Changmin's been eyeing the small lounge sofa Yoochun's got in the corner of the workroom, ever since Yoochun bought it a week ago, and now is a perfect time as ever to try it out.
"It's leather," Yoochun says, a note of warning underlying the arousal in his voice. "Which doesn't usually mix well with sweat."
Changmin grins and leans down to kiss Yoochun slow and deep for a moment, sucking at Yoochun's lip briefly when he pulls back. "Exactly."
Yoochun shakes his head, smiling. "When did you get greasier than me, Changminah?"
"I'm not greasy," Changmin says, pushing Yoochun towards the sofa. "I just have a healthy appetite. Growing boy, you know."
Yoochun laughs, that quiet, husky laugh that's like fingers curling around Changmin's cock and wraps arms around Changmin's waist. "Growing, huh?" Yoochun's foot hits the sofa and they stop, Yoochun leaning in dangerously close. "Something's growing, that's for sure." And then Changmin's being turned around and pushed onto the sofa abruptly.
Changmin grunts softly, partly in surprise and partly in arousal, tugging Yoochun in by his shirt as Yoochun straddles his lap. Yoochun laughs that laugh again and Changmin muffles it with his mouth, with a rough, hot kiss that leaves no doubt as to who's in charge here, for the moment.
Yoochun moans and sinks against Changmin, warm and skinny beneath Changmin's wandering fingers skirting up beneath Yoochun's shirt. However, as nice as kissing is, Changmin's been planning this out all day and he's too wound up for pleasantries. "Clothes off, now," he says hoarsely, pushing up at the fabric. Yoochun's obviously not in any mood to play, either, and with only a small amount of trouble, they're both naked and sliding against one another in minutes.
Then Yoochun takes the reins, with his hands on Changmin's hips and fingers digging in tightly. "Turn around, Changminah," he breathes, eyes so dark now that Changmin doesn't even need to read them, especially not when Yoochun's cock is hot and hard against the inside of his thigh. Changmin shifts when Yoochun does, leans over the back of the sofa with his knees tucked beneath him and into the cushions. Yoochun spreads them and runs a hand up Changmin's back as he kisses his way down the slope of Changmin's ass.
Changmin doesn't even try to hold back the quiet moan, everything in him anticipating this, making him quiver with it. When Yoochun runs his tongue down between Changmin's cheeks, Changmin moans again, louder, and pushes back eagerly. Yoochun chuckles and Changmin growls, "get on with it," head hanging down as he struggles to control his breathing.
Maybe Yoochun takes pity on him, or maybe Yoochun knows he means business - either way, the first swipe of Yoochun's tongue across his entrance has Changmin shuddering full-body, and when Yoochun pushes the tip inside, Changmin groans and claws at the leather at the wet slide of it. He braces a hand against the wall to keep himself balanced, his shaking now uncontrollable as Yoochun begins to move his tongue in and out in short, stabbing motions that have Changmin crying out obscenities and Yoochun's name.
Yoochun's not being very quiet either, and the hand on Changmin's back comes back down with nails. The pain only intensifies the pleasure Changmin's feeling and he gives up on speaking at all, panting and moaning as he fucks himself on Yoochun's tongue. Every movement he makes has his cock rubbing against the leather, painfully pleasurable and just too much when his brain starts filling in the blind spots, images of what Yoochun looks like with his tongue thrusting in and out of Changmin like a cock. Changmin comes with a sharp cry, muffled halfway as he bites down on the sofa's back while the pleasure washes over him, paralyzing.
Yoochun's tongue keeps working him through every second of his orgasm, and when he's stopped trembling, Yoochun pulls back, only to kiss and bite at Changmin's back as he leans over with fumbling movements. Changmin turns slightly to catch Yoochun's hand slipping out from beneath a cushion with a bottle of lube. Changmin laughs, burying his face into the crook of his elbow. "Fucking boy scout," he murmurs breathlessly, followed by a sharp sound as Yoochun's slick finger slides inside of him.
"I'm not the dandy boy for nothing," Yoochun replies, smirking with his voice. Changmin doesn't get the chance to reply because Yoochun's not taking it slow. Changmin's not complaining, especially not when Yoochun hooks his finger just right and Changmin's seeing stars. "Healthy appetite indeed," Yoochun quips as he slides a hand around and traces fingers up the underside of Changmin's cock, already half-hard.
Changmin groans when one finger turns into two, then three, and by then he's fully hard with the help of Yoochun's hand sliding up and down his cock slowly in contrast to the furious thrusts of his fingers. "Just do it," he grits out, choked for the way the pleasure's coiling hot and heavy in his belly again. Yoochun makes no protests at all, and the only sound heard is the squeaking of the sofa as Yoochun positions himself and begins to slip inside.
"Yoochun, fuck, go faster," Changmin pants, the slow press of Yoochun's cock driving him insane. He pushes back insistently and is rewarded with Yoochun sliding deeper, a strangled groan from Yoochun and nails at both of his hips. "Yes, yes," Changmin hisses as Yoochun leans in closer, thrusting in completely. Changmin nudges when Yoochun stills, a gasp caught in his throat at how Yoochun fills him, followed by another as Yoochun takes the hint and begins fucking him hard and fast.
Changmin can't seem to catch enough air to force all the sounds trapped in his throat, so he just pants harshly instead, each slap of Yoochun's skin against his own loud in his ears and turning him on even more. Yoochun's vocal enough for the both of them, anyway, cursing and and moaning loud enough to wake the dead. "Tell me when I find it, Changminah," he groans, angle changing with every thrust.
Changmin really could care less if Yoochun finds it or not, because his cock's trapped between himself and the sofa again and every time Yoochun pushes against him creates more than enough friction to have him writhing. But then Yoochun does find the right angle and Changmin shouts weakly, the sound cracking halfway with how parched his throat is. He can feel Yoochun trembling against him and knows Yoochun's close, so when the next few thrusts on that spot have Changmin coming for the second time that night, he doesn't feel as bad as he should. In fact, he feels incredible, the pleasure ripping him apart at the seams, and he makes sure even the neighbors know just how good he has it.
Yoochun comes shortly after with a cry, muffled against Changmin's back, and a few more short and shallow thrusts. Yoochun slumps against Changmin and stills, and together they both just lay there, breathing harshly. After a few long, long moments, Changmin finally realizes that his arm is aching something fierce and one of his legs is numb from lack of blood flow. "Yoochunah," he says softly, still slightly breathless, "I think we need to move."
"Yeah," Yoochun says. "Yeah, okay." Yoochun sighs and shifts out of Changmin gently, falling back against the sofa with a soft thump. Changmin follows, wincing as his leg begins to throb with the needle-like sensations he wasn't looking forward to. "Alright?" Yoochun asks, concerned.
"Fine," Changmin says as he curls into Yoochun, leaning up to kiss him softly. "Leg's waking up."
"Oh," Yoochun says, and sighs softly again as Changmin gets comfortable. After another moment of silence, he adds, "So. Anything else you want to try?"
"We're going to try domination and submission later," Changmin replies without hesitation, remembering how Yoochun'd shuddered earlier. "But much, much later. I need a nap."
"Oh," is all Yoochun says, and Changmin imagines a blank sort of look on his face. "Okay."
Before Changmin falls asleep, he briefly reminds himself to give the others a call and see what they think of voyeurism. And to wake up before Yoochun so he can go find a certain diary.