[One-Shot] What he Wants
This isn't what was originally planned, but I hope you like it anyways. Happy Birthday my darling insomoleptic
Title: What he Wants
Pairing: Yoochun/Changmin
Genre: Slight Angst, Drama, General, Romance
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Changmin gets what he wants.
He walks to the room with a determined gait. His hands a little damp with nerves but steady. His eyes are bright and shimmering a little bit and he probably looks a little eager but that will be fixed once he gets down to it. He knows it will.
A pleasant shiver runs down his spine and he lets a small smile curve the tips of his lips.
He's ready for this. Has been dreaming about it for days, weeks, wants to make it happen so bad he lies in bed, touching himself, thinking of him, pretending it's his hand making him feel so good, wishing he can feel his lips on his mouth, his body over his.
Thoughts like that get him excited, make his breathing just a little sharper because he wants it so bad. Wants it so bad he can taste it, wonderful in his mouth.
He will not fail at this.
Today he will have him. He will finally know what it feels like. He will finally touch him and taste him; he will know what it feels like to run his tongue down his spine. He'll feel his skin flushed against his, warm with sweet sweat. Will know what it looks like to see him come. What it will feel like to have him buried inside him, thrusting deep and hard, making him scream, making him beg.
God he is ready for this.
He finally reaches it, the place. Right behind there, in that room, there he is probably reading something at his desk, probably writing, doing something that isn't even remotely sexy but when he sees him it will be the most fucking sexy thing in the world. Because that's what it is always like when he looks at him.
He throws the door open and watches as he jumps in his seat, looking up at him with wide, russet eyes, so fucking pretty in the candescent light.
"Changmin," he speaks startled, catching his breath.
Changmin doesn't say anything; jaw set as he throws his backpack aside and walks to him in slow, steady steps.
Mr. Park watches Changmin walk closer and closer towards him, without even saying a word. Yoochun's pressed against the wall before he even knows what's happening, Changmin holding him there, licking his lips, staring down at his mouth.
"Changmin," Yoochun breaths, he feels Changmin pressing into him and he squirms a little bit. "Changmin, what are you doing?" he asks and gasps a little bit when he feels the single roll of Changmin's hips.
"God, I want you," Changmin murmurs, looking up into the deep set of eyes. He leans in a little bit, looking into Yoochun's eyes, searching for something. "From the first day I fucking saw you, I wanted you," he tells him, moving in so close his mouth is brushing against Yoochun's, sending little sparks through them both.
Yoochun groans a little bit when he feels another shimmy of Changmin's hips. "Fuck," he hisses and shakes his head.
"Do you know what you do to me?" Changmin growls deep in his throat, making sure Yoochun looks back, making sure he's listening. "When I'm at home, in my bed, I think about you." Yoochun closes his eyes and tries to move away but Changmin holds him back. "I think about you and touch myself," he whispers into Yoochun's ear, feels him shudder beneath him.
"Changmin." Yoochun opens his eyes.
"You know how long I've wanted this?" he whispers, his breath hot against Yoochun's ear. He feels Yoochun groan beneath him.
"Changmin, fuck, you don't know what you're doing."
The grasp on Yoochun's wrists tightens as he rolls his hips. "I know exactly what I'm doing," he rumbles deep in his throat and leans in a little, his mouth open. Yoochun's skin is warm under his tongue as he licks along his neck, tasting him slowly, feeling him warm up. Changmin's mouth moves up Yoochun's jaw, the tip of his tongue teasing his chin before he kisses the side of Yoochun's mouth. "I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you," he whispers, breathing a little fast, his heart racing.
"Oh yeah?" Yoochun wheezes, leaning a little into his student.
Changmin nods and licks his lips, eyes on Yoochun. "I'm going to kiss you." It isn't a question. He is telling him.
Yoochun nods and Changmin's lips are on him quick.
Yoochun's mouth is hot and responsive. He opens fast and Changmin doesn't even have to coax him to get into the wet hot center.
Changmin whimpers a little when he feels Yoochun's tongue slide by his, sending a shock straight down his back, his grip loosening a bit as he falls further into the rhythm of their mouths.
Kissing Yoochun is like everything he's imagined, it's sweet and hot and sensual and so fucking addicting Changmin never wants to it to end. But it does and Yoochun is breathing hard and he is breathing hard and he is just hard all over.
"Fuck," Changmin tries catching his breath and finally lets his hands slide off Yoochun's wrists to cup his cheek. "Fuck," Changmin repeats and kisses him again, hard and wanting. He kisses him thoroughly, their tongues sliding lewd against each other and Yoochun is practically whimpering and he tastes so good and it feels even better.
Yoochun's fingers are digging into Changmin's shoulder when he finally breaks away, skin flushed, breath sharp and quick. "No. Stop, Changmin. Stop. I'm you're teacher," he breathes, chest heaving.
Changmin shakes his head, lips red and bruised. "I don't care," he tells him. "I don't care I don't care Idon'tcareIdon'tcare," he repeats, hands falling to Yoochun's waist, holding him there as his mouth moves to his throat, he laps at the skin gently and hears a soft very quiet moan from Yoochun. "You want this," he speaks against Yoochun's neck; when he feels Yoochun's whole body stiffen he pulls back and looks into his shimmering eyes.
Changmin can see him shaking. "You're my student." His words are soft but very clear and Changmin pulls away
He blinks.
Yoochun shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair.
Changmin wants to run his fingers through Yoochun's hair.
"I shouldn't be doing this," Yoochun whispers looking down; he has one hand behind his neck, rubbing nervously, the other on his hip. He looks like someone with a lot on their mind.
Changmin takes a deep breath. "Have you ever done something so wrong that felt so fucking right?" he asks.
Yoochun looks up, his eyes a little lackluster. "Changmin, this is wrong," he hisses. "I'm your teacher for gods sakes." His eyes narrow. "What if someone walks in here? What if someone sees what we're doing?" he asks him, deeply. "Do you have any fucking idea what could happen?"
Changmin shakes his head. "Maybe you haven't been paying attention. I don't care." He moves to Yoochun again and wraps one arm around his waist, pulling him into his body, holding him there.
Yoochun shakes his head and pushs him away, hard. "No, maybe you don't understand, Mr. Shim." Yoochun's eyes flare. "My fucking job is at stake here. If someone were to walk through that door, another teacher, the principal, anyone, do you know what they could do to me?"
Changmin stares at him. Doesn't say anything, but his hands are clenching at his sides.
"I don't know how willing I am to let one fling with a student decide the rest of my life," he says and turns away from Changmin.
"Fuck you," Changmin glares and grabs Yoochun's arm, pulling him back. Yoochun is strong, but not strong enough. Changmin leans in and glares into Yoochun's eyes. "Fuck you. Do you think this is some joke?"
"Let go of me."
Changmin does and quick but doesn't move away, still stands there, taller than his teacher, his eyes bearing down.
They look at each other neither one saying a word before Yoochun's face softens and he sighs loudly.
"Changmin, I don't think you're fully aware of what you're doing." He looks thoughtful and reaches up, brushes an errant strand of hair from Changmin's forehead. Changmin closes his eyes as the soft fingertips skim over his skin like silk. He hums a little as the pads of Yoochun's fingers brush down his cheek carefully.
"Don't fucking touch me if you don't want this." Changmin catches his wrist in his hand, pulling it away from his face, holding it tightly. "Don't fucking play games with me," he hisses.
Yoochun shakes his head, ripping his hand back, letting it fall to Changmin's face again and Changmin closes his eyes with a sigh, touching him so tenderly.
When Changmin's lashes flutter open, Yoochun is staring right at him, with those stunning eyes, looking intense, a little glossy, so fucking beautiful.
"Yoochun."
Yoochun's eyes skirt to Changmin's lips, his thumb running painfully slow against it. "Mr. Park," he tells him with a whisper.
"Mr. Park," Changmin lets the words roll off his lips, his mouth parting as the tip of his tongue slides out and flicks the top of Yoochun's finger. Yoochun takes in a sharp breath and Changmin opens his mouth a little more, sucking gently on Yoochun's thumb, meeting Yoochun's wide eyes.
"Fuck." Yoochun closes his eyes and swallows loudly. "Goddamnit, this is so fucking wrong." He takes his finger back and reaches up, fisting his hand into Changmin's hair and pulls him into a bruising kiss, his other hand pressing hard into the small of Changmin's back.
It's shocking and rough and very wet and Changmin is gripping Yoochun's hips, moaning when Yoochun licks the roof of his mouth, gasps when Yoochun pulls his tongue in and started to suck on it. They are like that, kissing, mouths working slick against each other completely lost in the thrumming feel of it all.
Yoochun pulls away his eyes dark. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks deeply, moving his lips and licking down Changmin's throat in smooth strokes. Changmin nods, his eyes fluttering, his mouth open and panting. The hand at the base of his back is circling soothingly, making Changmin purr in the back of his throat, the hands on Yoochun's hips tightening. "What do you want, Changmin?" Yoochun lets his hand fall from Changmin's back and slides down Changmin's hip, pressing against him as he rolled his hips lusciously.
Changmin gasps loudly.
"You. I want you," Changmin hisses. "You." He pulls back and kisses Yoochun again, fast, a little opened mouth, a little wet, some tongue. "God I want you." He kisses Yoochun's chin, his neck, kisses his chest, down the center of his stomach, falling to his knees in one, slow, graceful motion.
"Oh." Yoochun looks down, his chest heaving slowly, brings a hand to Changmin's hair. "Shit. We can't do this," he gasps faintly as he feels Changmin's mouth, kissing him, down there, over his clothing, in that spot. "O-Oh."
His body is thrumming with want, his chest pounding, his temples thudding. Oh he wants this. Wants it so fucking bad. And he's so close. Changmin buries his face in Yoochun's groin, placing sweet kisses along the soft fabric. Yoochun is hard. God he is so hard and Changmin can feel himself pressing painfully against his jeans. Yoochun shudders and he smoothes his hands along his sides.
"No." Yoochun shakes his head, opening his mouth to say more but when Changmin's hot tongue soaks through the fabric of his slacks, all thoughts escape him and he's lost in a vibrating moan.
Changmin looks up, his fingers running down Yoochun's pants, between his legs where it really counts, making him squirm and gasp sharply. It's heated and he nuzzles against it teasingly, letting his mouth linger and brush. "I'll stop," Changmin says, licking his lips, catching Yoochun's wavering eyes. "I'll stop if you want me too," he tells him through hooded eyes, his golden lashes swept low.
Yoochun is leaning against the board, shaking his head. "No," he croaks. "No. Don't stop."
Changmin freezes. His hand stilled on Yoochun's hips, curling around the material as he lets Yoochun's words roll around in his head. Don't stop. Fuck. He wants this. He fucking wants this. Those words do amazing things to him.
He tries really hard to not shake, tries to take it like a man because, holy hell, Yoochun wants him to keep going, and the thought sends wonderful little flurries down his spine and spreads them around throughout the rest of his body.
He turns his eyes down and looks ahead of him, at the straining material, his mouth aching for just the first taste, to know what it feels like. His fingers itching to touch him and hold him.
Changmin is still looking when he feels warm fingers spreading into this hair. He looks up and sees Yoochun looking back down at him, a soft passion in his eyes. Changmin swallows heavily and finds his breathing a little faster. Yoochun slides his fingers down Changmin's neck and to his cheek, feeling his lips.
"You don't have to do this."
Changmin shakes his head adamantly. He's never wanted to do anything more.
His hands fumble unsteadily as he unclasps the button on his slacks, he can hear Yoochun breathing heavily above him, fingers working slowly back into his hair.
When he pulls him out he's hard and moist.
He licks his lips and glances once more to his shuddering teacher, lost in the sweet blanket of desire and when he grins down at him, slowly, beautifully, Changmin takes him in.
"Oh, shit," Yoochun's fingers dig into his shoulder, biting into his skin. "Changmin," he pants, "fuck," his head hits the wall as Changmin pulls him closer.
"The desk," he mouths against Changmin's lips, his fingers pulling his shirt from his jeans, touching his stomach, fingers pressing against his skin.
Changmin's trembles, licking into his mouth. When he feels Yoochun snap his pants open, he thinks he may come.
"Fuck me," Yoochun whispers, opening his eyes and they're dark in lust. "On the desk," he whispers and Changmin turns around quickly sweeps his arm across the tabletop piled high with tests and homework.
He pumps in steadily, wanting it too last. He tightens his hold on Yoochun's hips, leading him, twisting enough to hit his prostate.
Yoochun cries out as the edge of the desk bites into his back, his hands grasping to the corners to hold on. His crippled fingers grab for a thick red marker, the same color that bleeds through the mistakes of his homework, his tests, his quizzes.
"Fuck, Yoochun," he gasps and thrusts in viciously when Yoochun bites down to suppress his screams.
He's never thought about when they're finished. Never really was able to think clearly after coming in his hand, fantasizing about fucking his teacher.
Now that it's happened, he doesn't know what to do.
He's hunched over him, elbows so weak, they give out and he falls onto Yoochun's sweaty chest.
He feels weak, drained, but it feels like he's in paradise, still shuddering from the remaining wash of his release.
"Changmin," he hears Yoochun whisper, arms closing around his back, pressing their chests together and they can feel their heartbeats. "Are you ok?" he asks softly, running his hands through his hair.
It's lulling him to sleep and Changmin closes his eyes. "Are you ok?" he looks up and Yoochun smiles beautifully.
"Put your pants on," he instructs and begins to sit up.
Changmin stands up and with shaky hands pulls his trousers over his hips and tugs the zipper.
He feels like he's cowering, shoulders curled in as he watches Yoochun slide from the desk with a grimace. He bends and pulls his pants up, reaching for his shirt.
He's quiet and it's driving Changmin crazy and wondering if he thinks it was a mistake.
"We can't tell anyone about this," Yoochun tells him quietly, running his fingers through his hair slowly. He looks at Changmin and Changmin nods.
"Ok," he agrees and wants Yoochun to tell him to stay. Even if it's to watch him work.
He just wants to be with him.
"I uh," Yoochun looks flustered with himself and Changmin thinks it's endearing. When he walks around the desk and sees him start picking up his scattered papers he moves to help him. "Thank you," he smiles, setting them down.
Changmin reaches for his hand but Yoochun pulls away and walks around his desk.
His chest clenches with fear.
"I have papers to grade," Yoochun grabs his chair and the screech of its feet sliding against the hard floor, ring like nails on a chalk board.
Changmin hates that he's being dismissed.
It hurts more that he's just had him, heard him cry out, tasted his come, made him writhe with pleasure, and now he's letting him go.
It's almost too painful to bare.
So he's not going to take it.
"Yoochun," he swallows his pride because he's going to stay, "do you need help?" he asks him deeply, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Yoochun looks up at him and bites his lip, "No, Changmin," he says and takes a seat.
Changmin walks in front of his desk and flattens his palms down. "Then can I just stay with you?" he asks.
Yoochun's head lifts and Changmin can see the glisten of his eyes, sparkling from the lights. He rises slowly and Changmin feels his breath catch in his throat, choking him as he waits for his answer.
Then he kisses, sweet and deliciously tender. When he pulls away Changmin's arms shake and he wilts.
"Ok," he smiles and leans back down in his chair grabbing his red marker.
Changmin flushes with excitement as he grabs his back pack and drags a desk beside Yoochun.
[Master Fic List]
Title: What he Wants
Pairing: Yoochun/Changmin
Genre: Slight Angst, Drama, General, Romance
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Changmin gets what he wants.
He walks to the room with a determined gait. His hands a little damp with nerves but steady. His eyes are bright and shimmering a little bit and he probably looks a little eager but that will be fixed once he gets down to it. He knows it will.
A pleasant shiver runs down his spine and he lets a small smile curve the tips of his lips.
He's ready for this. Has been dreaming about it for days, weeks, wants to make it happen so bad he lies in bed, touching himself, thinking of him, pretending it's his hand making him feel so good, wishing he can feel his lips on his mouth, his body over his.
Thoughts like that get him excited, make his breathing just a little sharper because he wants it so bad. Wants it so bad he can taste it, wonderful in his mouth.
He will not fail at this.
Today he will have him. He will finally know what it feels like. He will finally touch him and taste him; he will know what it feels like to run his tongue down his spine. He'll feel his skin flushed against his, warm with sweet sweat. Will know what it looks like to see him come. What it will feel like to have him buried inside him, thrusting deep and hard, making him scream, making him beg.
God he is ready for this.
He finally reaches it, the place. Right behind there, in that room, there he is probably reading something at his desk, probably writing, doing something that isn't even remotely sexy but when he sees him it will be the most fucking sexy thing in the world. Because that's what it is always like when he looks at him.
He throws the door open and watches as he jumps in his seat, looking up at him with wide, russet eyes, so fucking pretty in the candescent light.
"Changmin," he speaks startled, catching his breath.
Changmin doesn't say anything; jaw set as he throws his backpack aside and walks to him in slow, steady steps.
Mr. Park watches Changmin walk closer and closer towards him, without even saying a word. Yoochun's pressed against the wall before he even knows what's happening, Changmin holding him there, licking his lips, staring down at his mouth.
"Changmin," Yoochun breaths, he feels Changmin pressing into him and he squirms a little bit. "Changmin, what are you doing?" he asks and gasps a little bit when he feels the single roll of Changmin's hips.
"God, I want you," Changmin murmurs, looking up into the deep set of eyes. He leans in a little bit, looking into Yoochun's eyes, searching for something. "From the first day I fucking saw you, I wanted you," he tells him, moving in so close his mouth is brushing against Yoochun's, sending little sparks through them both.
Yoochun groans a little bit when he feels another shimmy of Changmin's hips. "Fuck," he hisses and shakes his head.
"Do you know what you do to me?" Changmin growls deep in his throat, making sure Yoochun looks back, making sure he's listening. "When I'm at home, in my bed, I think about you." Yoochun closes his eyes and tries to move away but Changmin holds him back. "I think about you and touch myself," he whispers into Yoochun's ear, feels him shudder beneath him.
"Changmin." Yoochun opens his eyes.
"You know how long I've wanted this?" he whispers, his breath hot against Yoochun's ear. He feels Yoochun groan beneath him.
"Changmin, fuck, you don't know what you're doing."
The grasp on Yoochun's wrists tightens as he rolls his hips. "I know exactly what I'm doing," he rumbles deep in his throat and leans in a little, his mouth open. Yoochun's skin is warm under his tongue as he licks along his neck, tasting him slowly, feeling him warm up. Changmin's mouth moves up Yoochun's jaw, the tip of his tongue teasing his chin before he kisses the side of Yoochun's mouth. "I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you," he whispers, breathing a little fast, his heart racing.
"Oh yeah?" Yoochun wheezes, leaning a little into his student.
Changmin nods and licks his lips, eyes on Yoochun. "I'm going to kiss you." It isn't a question. He is telling him.
Yoochun nods and Changmin's lips are on him quick.
Yoochun's mouth is hot and responsive. He opens fast and Changmin doesn't even have to coax him to get into the wet hot center.
Changmin whimpers a little when he feels Yoochun's tongue slide by his, sending a shock straight down his back, his grip loosening a bit as he falls further into the rhythm of their mouths.
Kissing Yoochun is like everything he's imagined, it's sweet and hot and sensual and so fucking addicting Changmin never wants to it to end. But it does and Yoochun is breathing hard and he is breathing hard and he is just hard all over.
"Fuck," Changmin tries catching his breath and finally lets his hands slide off Yoochun's wrists to cup his cheek. "Fuck," Changmin repeats and kisses him again, hard and wanting. He kisses him thoroughly, their tongues sliding lewd against each other and Yoochun is practically whimpering and he tastes so good and it feels even better.
Yoochun's fingers are digging into Changmin's shoulder when he finally breaks away, skin flushed, breath sharp and quick. "No. Stop, Changmin. Stop. I'm you're teacher," he breathes, chest heaving.
Changmin shakes his head, lips red and bruised. "I don't care," he tells him. "I don't care I don't care Idon'tcareIdon'tcare," he repeats, hands falling to Yoochun's waist, holding him there as his mouth moves to his throat, he laps at the skin gently and hears a soft very quiet moan from Yoochun. "You want this," he speaks against Yoochun's neck; when he feels Yoochun's whole body stiffen he pulls back and looks into his shimmering eyes.
Changmin can see him shaking. "You're my student." His words are soft but very clear and Changmin pulls away
He blinks.
Yoochun shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair.
Changmin wants to run his fingers through Yoochun's hair.
"I shouldn't be doing this," Yoochun whispers looking down; he has one hand behind his neck, rubbing nervously, the other on his hip. He looks like someone with a lot on their mind.
Changmin takes a deep breath. "Have you ever done something so wrong that felt so fucking right?" he asks.
Yoochun looks up, his eyes a little lackluster. "Changmin, this is wrong," he hisses. "I'm your teacher for gods sakes." His eyes narrow. "What if someone walks in here? What if someone sees what we're doing?" he asks him, deeply. "Do you have any fucking idea what could happen?"
Changmin shakes his head. "Maybe you haven't been paying attention. I don't care." He moves to Yoochun again and wraps one arm around his waist, pulling him into his body, holding him there.
Yoochun shakes his head and pushs him away, hard. "No, maybe you don't understand, Mr. Shim." Yoochun's eyes flare. "My fucking job is at stake here. If someone were to walk through that door, another teacher, the principal, anyone, do you know what they could do to me?"
Changmin stares at him. Doesn't say anything, but his hands are clenching at his sides.
"I don't know how willing I am to let one fling with a student decide the rest of my life," he says and turns away from Changmin.
"Fuck you," Changmin glares and grabs Yoochun's arm, pulling him back. Yoochun is strong, but not strong enough. Changmin leans in and glares into Yoochun's eyes. "Fuck you. Do you think this is some joke?"
"Let go of me."
Changmin does and quick but doesn't move away, still stands there, taller than his teacher, his eyes bearing down.
They look at each other neither one saying a word before Yoochun's face softens and he sighs loudly.
"Changmin, I don't think you're fully aware of what you're doing." He looks thoughtful and reaches up, brushes an errant strand of hair from Changmin's forehead. Changmin closes his eyes as the soft fingertips skim over his skin like silk. He hums a little as the pads of Yoochun's fingers brush down his cheek carefully.
"Don't fucking touch me if you don't want this." Changmin catches his wrist in his hand, pulling it away from his face, holding it tightly. "Don't fucking play games with me," he hisses.
Yoochun shakes his head, ripping his hand back, letting it fall to Changmin's face again and Changmin closes his eyes with a sigh, touching him so tenderly.
When Changmin's lashes flutter open, Yoochun is staring right at him, with those stunning eyes, looking intense, a little glossy, so fucking beautiful.
"Yoochun."
Yoochun's eyes skirt to Changmin's lips, his thumb running painfully slow against it. "Mr. Park," he tells him with a whisper.
"Mr. Park," Changmin lets the words roll off his lips, his mouth parting as the tip of his tongue slides out and flicks the top of Yoochun's finger. Yoochun takes in a sharp breath and Changmin opens his mouth a little more, sucking gently on Yoochun's thumb, meeting Yoochun's wide eyes.
"Fuck." Yoochun closes his eyes and swallows loudly. "Goddamnit, this is so fucking wrong." He takes his finger back and reaches up, fisting his hand into Changmin's hair and pulls him into a bruising kiss, his other hand pressing hard into the small of Changmin's back.
It's shocking and rough and very wet and Changmin is gripping Yoochun's hips, moaning when Yoochun licks the roof of his mouth, gasps when Yoochun pulls his tongue in and started to suck on it. They are like that, kissing, mouths working slick against each other completely lost in the thrumming feel of it all.
Yoochun pulls away his eyes dark. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks deeply, moving his lips and licking down Changmin's throat in smooth strokes. Changmin nods, his eyes fluttering, his mouth open and panting. The hand at the base of his back is circling soothingly, making Changmin purr in the back of his throat, the hands on Yoochun's hips tightening. "What do you want, Changmin?" Yoochun lets his hand fall from Changmin's back and slides down Changmin's hip, pressing against him as he rolled his hips lusciously.
Changmin gasps loudly.
"You. I want you," Changmin hisses. "You." He pulls back and kisses Yoochun again, fast, a little opened mouth, a little wet, some tongue. "God I want you." He kisses Yoochun's chin, his neck, kisses his chest, down the center of his stomach, falling to his knees in one, slow, graceful motion.
"Oh." Yoochun looks down, his chest heaving slowly, brings a hand to Changmin's hair. "Shit. We can't do this," he gasps faintly as he feels Changmin's mouth, kissing him, down there, over his clothing, in that spot. "O-Oh."
His body is thrumming with want, his chest pounding, his temples thudding. Oh he wants this. Wants it so fucking bad. And he's so close. Changmin buries his face in Yoochun's groin, placing sweet kisses along the soft fabric. Yoochun is hard. God he is so hard and Changmin can feel himself pressing painfully against his jeans. Yoochun shudders and he smoothes his hands along his sides.
"No." Yoochun shakes his head, opening his mouth to say more but when Changmin's hot tongue soaks through the fabric of his slacks, all thoughts escape him and he's lost in a vibrating moan.
Changmin looks up, his fingers running down Yoochun's pants, between his legs where it really counts, making him squirm and gasp sharply. It's heated and he nuzzles against it teasingly, letting his mouth linger and brush. "I'll stop," Changmin says, licking his lips, catching Yoochun's wavering eyes. "I'll stop if you want me too," he tells him through hooded eyes, his golden lashes swept low.
Yoochun is leaning against the board, shaking his head. "No," he croaks. "No. Don't stop."
Changmin freezes. His hand stilled on Yoochun's hips, curling around the material as he lets Yoochun's words roll around in his head. Don't stop. Fuck. He wants this. He fucking wants this. Those words do amazing things to him.
He tries really hard to not shake, tries to take it like a man because, holy hell, Yoochun wants him to keep going, and the thought sends wonderful little flurries down his spine and spreads them around throughout the rest of his body.
He turns his eyes down and looks ahead of him, at the straining material, his mouth aching for just the first taste, to know what it feels like. His fingers itching to touch him and hold him.
Changmin is still looking when he feels warm fingers spreading into this hair. He looks up and sees Yoochun looking back down at him, a soft passion in his eyes. Changmin swallows heavily and finds his breathing a little faster. Yoochun slides his fingers down Changmin's neck and to his cheek, feeling his lips.
"You don't have to do this."
Changmin shakes his head adamantly. He's never wanted to do anything more.
His hands fumble unsteadily as he unclasps the button on his slacks, he can hear Yoochun breathing heavily above him, fingers working slowly back into his hair.
When he pulls him out he's hard and moist.
He licks his lips and glances once more to his shuddering teacher, lost in the sweet blanket of desire and when he grins down at him, slowly, beautifully, Changmin takes him in.
"Oh, shit," Yoochun's fingers dig into his shoulder, biting into his skin. "Changmin," he pants, "fuck," his head hits the wall as Changmin pulls him closer.
"The desk," he mouths against Changmin's lips, his fingers pulling his shirt from his jeans, touching his stomach, fingers pressing against his skin.
Changmin's trembles, licking into his mouth. When he feels Yoochun snap his pants open, he thinks he may come.
"Fuck me," Yoochun whispers, opening his eyes and they're dark in lust. "On the desk," he whispers and Changmin turns around quickly sweeps his arm across the tabletop piled high with tests and homework.
He pumps in steadily, wanting it too last. He tightens his hold on Yoochun's hips, leading him, twisting enough to hit his prostate.
Yoochun cries out as the edge of the desk bites into his back, his hands grasping to the corners to hold on. His crippled fingers grab for a thick red marker, the same color that bleeds through the mistakes of his homework, his tests, his quizzes.
"Fuck, Yoochun," he gasps and thrusts in viciously when Yoochun bites down to suppress his screams.
He's never thought about when they're finished. Never really was able to think clearly after coming in his hand, fantasizing about fucking his teacher.
Now that it's happened, he doesn't know what to do.
He's hunched over him, elbows so weak, they give out and he falls onto Yoochun's sweaty chest.
He feels weak, drained, but it feels like he's in paradise, still shuddering from the remaining wash of his release.
"Changmin," he hears Yoochun whisper, arms closing around his back, pressing their chests together and they can feel their heartbeats. "Are you ok?" he asks softly, running his hands through his hair.
It's lulling him to sleep and Changmin closes his eyes. "Are you ok?" he looks up and Yoochun smiles beautifully.
"Put your pants on," he instructs and begins to sit up.
Changmin stands up and with shaky hands pulls his trousers over his hips and tugs the zipper.
He feels like he's cowering, shoulders curled in as he watches Yoochun slide from the desk with a grimace. He bends and pulls his pants up, reaching for his shirt.
He's quiet and it's driving Changmin crazy and wondering if he thinks it was a mistake.
"We can't tell anyone about this," Yoochun tells him quietly, running his fingers through his hair slowly. He looks at Changmin and Changmin nods.
"Ok," he agrees and wants Yoochun to tell him to stay. Even if it's to watch him work.
He just wants to be with him.
"I uh," Yoochun looks flustered with himself and Changmin thinks it's endearing. When he walks around the desk and sees him start picking up his scattered papers he moves to help him. "Thank you," he smiles, setting them down.
Changmin reaches for his hand but Yoochun pulls away and walks around his desk.
His chest clenches with fear.
"I have papers to grade," Yoochun grabs his chair and the screech of its feet sliding against the hard floor, ring like nails on a chalk board.
Changmin hates that he's being dismissed.
It hurts more that he's just had him, heard him cry out, tasted his come, made him writhe with pleasure, and now he's letting him go.
It's almost too painful to bare.
So he's not going to take it.
"Yoochun," he swallows his pride because he's going to stay, "do you need help?" he asks him deeply, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Yoochun looks up at him and bites his lip, "No, Changmin," he says and takes a seat.
Changmin walks in front of his desk and flattens his palms down. "Then can I just stay with you?" he asks.
Yoochun's head lifts and Changmin can see the glisten of his eyes, sparkling from the lights. He rises slowly and Changmin feels his breath catch in his throat, choking him as he waits for his answer.
Then he kisses, sweet and deliciously tender. When he pulls away Changmin's arms shake and he wilts.
"Ok," he smiles and leans back down in his chair grabbing his red marker.
Changmin flushes with excitement as he grabs his back pack and drags a desk beside Yoochun.
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