Hot Times
Hot Times
Changmin/Sooyoung; R to NC-17
The first time it happens, he is wasted and she is high.
They sneak away from the noisy merry-making of their colleagues and find their way into his car. Changmin walks carefully as his drunk self can carry; one hand feeling his way and the other fondling her breasts. Sooyoung giggles excitedly when Changmin pushes her on the passenger seat. Her fingers hungrily unwraps him off his clothes. Three shots of soju over his fifteen bottles of beer and she is as high as a child after her first roller coaster ride.
Second time around, he is apologetic and she is curious.
He meets her after his schedule on a dingy, desolate bar. She asks him continually about what happened, being too wasted to remember anything. He narrates everything shyly, cheeks flushing for every passing second. The night grows longer when she asks him to do it all again. They are back in the car, hers this time. Both wide awake and aware of the sin they are committing.
The third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh are quick, casual, and wild.
Between recordings, during breaks, on empty practice rooms, cramped costume closets, against the wall. Him, to ease his need to fuck; and her, to appease her desire to ride a cock. Changmin has memorized every inch of her skin to know which spot to touch, which place to lick, which button to push to drive her out of her mind. She is used to his body. His well-defined muscles, his soft and glorious hair, his thick, hard manhood. Every stolen second they share are accompanied with ravenous hip thrusts and muffled moans.
The eight is romantic.
After a good dinner on one of their many concerts abroad. Underneath a starless sky in a room with huge windows, flimsy curtains, and soft bed. Changmin takes all of his time exploring new wonders under her skin. Fingers trailing against satin sheets, tongue impaling sacred depths. Sooyoung's eyes roll at the back of her head as she climbs atop of him. Skin rubbing against skin, lips covering sinful lengths. The night stretches as they slide up and down each other's bodies. Taking every breath of each other's perfection. Dawn breaks to the sound of uneven breathing and matching heartbeats. They wait for the sun naked in each other's arms.
It was a long break from the last time it happened the ninth time they do it.
Changmin is drunk after trying to drown his heartaches in wine. Sooyoung is sober and aware and hurt. But she continues anyway. She takes every inch of him generously, attempting to erase the thoughts of the girl he has been sharing nights with. He gives back. Hips pounding aggressively, tongue drawing feverish lines on her skin, teeth sinking on her flesh. It hurts and it scars but she continues anyway. Changmin growls and convulses in sheer pleasure and Sooyoung smiles. It wasn't the same when he calls her the wrong name. It scars and it kills but she continues anyway.
The last time it happens, hearts are breaking.
Changmin crawls into the bed where she lay waiting. He moves slower, taking every precious second to its peak. He retraces the lines on her skin, finds the familiar places, and kisses each and every part farewell. He moves carefully as he reads deeper the message of her soul. He takes her to a place where nobody else can take her. Nobody else but him. Sooyoung lays still as he worships her. She lets him do the things he will never do again. Her eyes are closed as she tries to memorize every lasting feel of his touch against her skin. Together, they ascend to oblivion until the wet traces of their tears bring them back down. Changmin stares into her eyes deeply for the last time. They share a kiss more passionate, more romantic, more memorable than all the nights they shared. Morning arrives and reality sinks. Sooyoung stands up to prepare herself for her wedding. Changmin stares absentmindedly as the love of his life slips away from his grasp.
She leaves without looking back. He doesn't call her.
Changmin/Sooyoung; R to NC-17
The first time it happens, he is wasted and she is high.
They sneak away from the noisy merry-making of their colleagues and find their way into his car. Changmin walks carefully as his drunk self can carry; one hand feeling his way and the other fondling her breasts. Sooyoung giggles excitedly when Changmin pushes her on the passenger seat. Her fingers hungrily unwraps him off his clothes. Three shots of soju over his fifteen bottles of beer and she is as high as a child after her first roller coaster ride.
Second time around, he is apologetic and she is curious.
He meets her after his schedule on a dingy, desolate bar. She asks him continually about what happened, being too wasted to remember anything. He narrates everything shyly, cheeks flushing for every passing second. The night grows longer when she asks him to do it all again. They are back in the car, hers this time. Both wide awake and aware of the sin they are committing.
The third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh are quick, casual, and wild.
Between recordings, during breaks, on empty practice rooms, cramped costume closets, against the wall. Him, to ease his need to fuck; and her, to appease her desire to ride a cock. Changmin has memorized every inch of her skin to know which spot to touch, which place to lick, which button to push to drive her out of her mind. She is used to his body. His well-defined muscles, his soft and glorious hair, his thick, hard manhood. Every stolen second they share are accompanied with ravenous hip thrusts and muffled moans.
The eight is romantic.
After a good dinner on one of their many concerts abroad. Underneath a starless sky in a room with huge windows, flimsy curtains, and soft bed. Changmin takes all of his time exploring new wonders under her skin. Fingers trailing against satin sheets, tongue impaling sacred depths. Sooyoung's eyes roll at the back of her head as she climbs atop of him. Skin rubbing against skin, lips covering sinful lengths. The night stretches as they slide up and down each other's bodies. Taking every breath of each other's perfection. Dawn breaks to the sound of uneven breathing and matching heartbeats. They wait for the sun naked in each other's arms.
It was a long break from the last time it happened the ninth time they do it.
Changmin is drunk after trying to drown his heartaches in wine. Sooyoung is sober and aware and hurt. But she continues anyway. She takes every inch of him generously, attempting to erase the thoughts of the girl he has been sharing nights with. He gives back. Hips pounding aggressively, tongue drawing feverish lines on her skin, teeth sinking on her flesh. It hurts and it scars but she continues anyway. Changmin growls and convulses in sheer pleasure and Sooyoung smiles. It wasn't the same when he calls her the wrong name. It scars and it kills but she continues anyway.
The last time it happens, hearts are breaking.
Changmin crawls into the bed where she lay waiting. He moves slower, taking every precious second to its peak. He retraces the lines on her skin, finds the familiar places, and kisses each and every part farewell. He moves carefully as he reads deeper the message of her soul. He takes her to a place where nobody else can take her. Nobody else but him. Sooyoung lays still as he worships her. She lets him do the things he will never do again. Her eyes are closed as she tries to memorize every lasting feel of his touch against her skin. Together, they ascend to oblivion until the wet traces of their tears bring them back down. Changmin stares into her eyes deeply for the last time. They share a kiss more passionate, more romantic, more memorable than all the nights they shared. Morning arrives and reality sinks. Sooyoung stands up to prepare herself for her wedding. Changmin stares absentmindedly as the love of his life slips away from his grasp.
She leaves without looking back. He doesn't call her.