[01] reasons why it had to be you; qmi; pg-13
title: reasons why it had to be you
fandom: super junior m
pairing: zhou mi/kyuhyun
rating: PG-13
summary: kyuhyun doesn't know what it is about zhou mi, only that it had to be him.
notes: inspired by this picture.
why do I want you as badly as I do?
He couldn't tell you if it was the narrow hips, cocked at an angle with his weight on one leg, or if it was the hands, thumbs hooked into his pocket, or if it was the line of his jaw and neck, exposed by the tilt of his head. He couldn't pinpoint what it was that made his pulse jump in his throat, hot and rapid, like he'd swallowed a butterfly beating its wings in a futile attempt to escape.
"Kui Xian?" he asked, smiling, oblivious as to why he was being stared at.
Kyuhyun walked closer, step by step, in measured footfalls until he was in Zhou Mi's personal space. And then he kept going, pressing in until Zhou Mi's back hit the wall and he had to swallow at the wide-eyed expression on his face, surprise framed in kohl and dark lashes.
maybe it's the hair
Maybe it was the hair, Kyuhyun thought, sliding his hands through it. It slipped between his fingers, soft and short, dark chocolate and mocha against his skin. He had always thought black hair suited Zhou Mi, dark in contrast to his white smile, bright enough to rival a thousand suns. He'd never imagined what Zhou Mi would look like with his hair dyed, how it would feather against his skin, warm and seductive.
He exhaled softly, rubbing his fingers along Zhou Mi's scalp, leaning into him.
His head came to a rest in the crook of Zhou Mi's neck and he hid a smile there, wordless, as he found a mate to the fluttering in his own throat.
maybe it's your skin
"Oh," he sighed when Kyuhyun pressed his lips against skin. He relaxed into the wall, tension seeping out of him as he wilted like a week-old flower, languid as he curled his hands over Kyuhyun's hips and tugged him closer. His head tilted again, baring his throat to Kyuhyun's mouth, open and warm and searching as he trailed it over Zhou Mi's pale skin. He tasted like moonlight and ashes, bittersweet childhood memories and a hint of citrus under Kyuhyun's dragging tongue.
Zhou Mi sighed again as Kyuhyun sucked hard, bruising, suddenly desperate to leave a mark, a memory.
He hands slipped out of Zhou Mi's hair and fell against his shoulders, clenching the material of his shirt under his fingers like it anchored him to reality. He shivered as fingers dipped under the hem of his shirt in return, stroking lightly against the small of his back.
maybe it's your smile
"Stop teasing," he said, raising his head. His gaze collided with Zhou Mi's and his breath caught at the desire in those eyes. The butterfly spontaneously multiplied, storming through his stomach, beating furiously in his chest. He wants me, he realized, the thought flashing hot through him, spreading like slow honey that made his toes curl. Zhou Mi leaned back and shifted his stance, pulling him closer, sliding him between Zhou Mi's legs. His fingers dug a little more firmly into Kyuhyun's skin.
He smiled, melting and pure, unadulterated confession in the curve of his lips. There was no artifice in that smile.
"Some people call it foreplay," he said lightly. "Some people like it." And then that smile was pressed right up against Kyuhyun's ear, teeth on his lobe. The butterflies jumped. Kyuhyun moaned, softly.
or maybe it's your voice
His eyes fell closed as Zhou Mi aligned their hips, hands spanning flat against Kyuhyun's back now, warm skin against warm skin. Kyuhyun was feeling too warm as it was, a little feverish, a little delirious, as they rocked together and he could feel the hard band of Zhou Mi's ring pressing into his skin. It slid over him as Zhou Mi let his hands roam, a happy exploration that left Kyuhyun breathless and wanting, biting his lip.
"Kui Xian," Zhou Mi coaxed softly, his native language flowing easily from his tongue, and pouring over Kyuhyun's body. "Kui Xian, I want you," in Chinese, and then a stream of words that jumbled together in Kyuhyun's ears, low and sensual.
"Please," he gasped, just the one plea in his own native tongue.
maybe it's just you
His hands dropped to Zhou Mi's hips, framing them momentarily as artwork of bone structure under denim, and then he moved on, eager and desperate. His palm turned to cup Zhou Mi's erection, straining against his jeans, and Kyuhyun allowed himself a smile with the sharp, damp exhale Zhou Mi breathed against his cheek. His knuckle brushed the hard edge of a button, then a second button, and with a deft twist of his wrist, his thumb was rubbing firmly against his arousal. This time, he was awarded with a soft, keening whine that faded as he turned his head and met Zhou Mi's mouth with his own.
"I want you," he repeated back in Chinese, just for the thrill of Zhou Mi stilling under his hand, against him, and then frantically kissing him.
Kyuhyun thumbed open the first button and said goodbye to the butterflies, who had vanished in the onslaught of heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. His pulse throbbed slow and hot now, as Zhou Mi pushed into his hand and ran his tongue along Kyuhyun's teeth.
maybe it's because you're mine
He couldn't tell you what it was about Zhou Mi that drove Kyuhyun crazy, but he couldn't tell you his own name at the moment, lost in the heady rush of Zhou Mi's mouth and skin and hair and smile. If asked when he had his wits about him, though, Kyuhyun might joke, with a sly glint in his eyes, the fact that he's mine.
And deep inside, under the jokes and the sarcasm, under the lust and the need to touch anywhere, everywhere, there was a grain of truth to those words.
Zhou Mi's smile lit up Kyuhyun's world, made butterflies dance in his stomach, made him tangle his fingers in Zhou Mi's, and made him fall in love all over again, every single time.
maybe it's because I'm yours
fandom: super junior m
pairing: zhou mi/kyuhyun
rating: PG-13
summary: kyuhyun doesn't know what it is about zhou mi, only that it had to be him.
notes: inspired by this picture.
why do I want you as badly as I do?
He couldn't tell you if it was the narrow hips, cocked at an angle with his weight on one leg, or if it was the hands, thumbs hooked into his pocket, or if it was the line of his jaw and neck, exposed by the tilt of his head. He couldn't pinpoint what it was that made his pulse jump in his throat, hot and rapid, like he'd swallowed a butterfly beating its wings in a futile attempt to escape.
"Kui Xian?" he asked, smiling, oblivious as to why he was being stared at.
Kyuhyun walked closer, step by step, in measured footfalls until he was in Zhou Mi's personal space. And then he kept going, pressing in until Zhou Mi's back hit the wall and he had to swallow at the wide-eyed expression on his face, surprise framed in kohl and dark lashes.
maybe it's the hair
Maybe it was the hair, Kyuhyun thought, sliding his hands through it. It slipped between his fingers, soft and short, dark chocolate and mocha against his skin. He had always thought black hair suited Zhou Mi, dark in contrast to his white smile, bright enough to rival a thousand suns. He'd never imagined what Zhou Mi would look like with his hair dyed, how it would feather against his skin, warm and seductive.
He exhaled softly, rubbing his fingers along Zhou Mi's scalp, leaning into him.
His head came to a rest in the crook of Zhou Mi's neck and he hid a smile there, wordless, as he found a mate to the fluttering in his own throat.
maybe it's your skin
"Oh," he sighed when Kyuhyun pressed his lips against skin. He relaxed into the wall, tension seeping out of him as he wilted like a week-old flower, languid as he curled his hands over Kyuhyun's hips and tugged him closer. His head tilted again, baring his throat to Kyuhyun's mouth, open and warm and searching as he trailed it over Zhou Mi's pale skin. He tasted like moonlight and ashes, bittersweet childhood memories and a hint of citrus under Kyuhyun's dragging tongue.
Zhou Mi sighed again as Kyuhyun sucked hard, bruising, suddenly desperate to leave a mark, a memory.
He hands slipped out of Zhou Mi's hair and fell against his shoulders, clenching the material of his shirt under his fingers like it anchored him to reality. He shivered as fingers dipped under the hem of his shirt in return, stroking lightly against the small of his back.
maybe it's your smile
"Stop teasing," he said, raising his head. His gaze collided with Zhou Mi's and his breath caught at the desire in those eyes. The butterfly spontaneously multiplied, storming through his stomach, beating furiously in his chest. He wants me, he realized, the thought flashing hot through him, spreading like slow honey that made his toes curl. Zhou Mi leaned back and shifted his stance, pulling him closer, sliding him between Zhou Mi's legs. His fingers dug a little more firmly into Kyuhyun's skin.
He smiled, melting and pure, unadulterated confession in the curve of his lips. There was no artifice in that smile.
"Some people call it foreplay," he said lightly. "Some people like it." And then that smile was pressed right up against Kyuhyun's ear, teeth on his lobe. The butterflies jumped. Kyuhyun moaned, softly.
or maybe it's your voice
His eyes fell closed as Zhou Mi aligned their hips, hands spanning flat against Kyuhyun's back now, warm skin against warm skin. Kyuhyun was feeling too warm as it was, a little feverish, a little delirious, as they rocked together and he could feel the hard band of Zhou Mi's ring pressing into his skin. It slid over him as Zhou Mi let his hands roam, a happy exploration that left Kyuhyun breathless and wanting, biting his lip.
"Kui Xian," Zhou Mi coaxed softly, his native language flowing easily from his tongue, and pouring over Kyuhyun's body. "Kui Xian, I want you," in Chinese, and then a stream of words that jumbled together in Kyuhyun's ears, low and sensual.
"Please," he gasped, just the one plea in his own native tongue.
maybe it's just you
His hands dropped to Zhou Mi's hips, framing them momentarily as artwork of bone structure under denim, and then he moved on, eager and desperate. His palm turned to cup Zhou Mi's erection, straining against his jeans, and Kyuhyun allowed himself a smile with the sharp, damp exhale Zhou Mi breathed against his cheek. His knuckle brushed the hard edge of a button, then a second button, and with a deft twist of his wrist, his thumb was rubbing firmly against his arousal. This time, he was awarded with a soft, keening whine that faded as he turned his head and met Zhou Mi's mouth with his own.
"I want you," he repeated back in Chinese, just for the thrill of Zhou Mi stilling under his hand, against him, and then frantically kissing him.
Kyuhyun thumbed open the first button and said goodbye to the butterflies, who had vanished in the onslaught of heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. His pulse throbbed slow and hot now, as Zhou Mi pushed into his hand and ran his tongue along Kyuhyun's teeth.
maybe it's because you're mine
He couldn't tell you what it was about Zhou Mi that drove Kyuhyun crazy, but he couldn't tell you his own name at the moment, lost in the heady rush of Zhou Mi's mouth and skin and hair and smile. If asked when he had his wits about him, though, Kyuhyun might joke, with a sly glint in his eyes, the fact that he's mine.
And deep inside, under the jokes and the sarcasm, under the lust and the need to touch anywhere, everywhere, there was a grain of truth to those words.
Zhou Mi's smile lit up Kyuhyun's world, made butterflies dance in his stomach, made him tangle his fingers in Zhou Mi's, and made him fall in love all over again, every single time.
maybe it's because I'm yours