in which joon romances mir into hot monkey sex....not really
written for Fic Meme
who i want: mir/joon (in that order)
what i want: i just want some good 'ol smut
preferred rating: nc-17
“What is all this?”
Joon cleared his throat. “I wanted to try something different.”
Studying the strewn rose petals, flickering candles, and soft sexy music, Mir lifted an eyebrow. “Is this because of my cheating ex-girlfriend story?”
“No. This is because of you.” Joon draped his arms over Mir’s shoulders and touched their foreheads together.
“Is there something wrong with sweaty, dirty, monkey sex?” Arms looping around Joon’s small waist, Mir nipped at his lips.
“Not a damn thing and you know it.” Pressing his body closer, Joon moaned as Mir ran his tongue over Joon’s parted lips. “I just wanted to try a little romance for once.”
The lightest break in Joon’s voice had Mir pulling back. “What is this really about, Joonie?”
“Can’t you just let me romance you?” Joon kissed Mir with a banked ferocity that had Mir going hard and wondering exactly what was swirling through his normally easygoing lover’s mind.
Pushing the concern aside, he tangled his tongue with Joon’s and enjoyed the battle for dominance. He won, of course, but enjoyed Joon’s test of his limits. Slipping his hands under the loose tee, Mir slid his hands up Joon’s muscular back and sucked on his tongue. The resulting moan vibrated into Mir’s chest. Pacing himself to the low liquid beat of the music, Mir began rotating his hips, rubbing erections through tight jeans. Joon trembled against him.
Dragging the shirt over Joon’s head, Mir worked his way down Joon’s chest, teasing nipples and tracing tensed muscles. Joon’s hands scrabbled to pull Mir’s shirt as he continued his way down Joon’s body. Letting the shirt slip over his head, Mir traced his tongue along the waistband of Joon’s jeans. His skin tasted of cinnamon and arousal, one of the headiest combinations Mir ever encountered.
“Let me.” The whispered plea had Mir looking up into Joon’s hungry, desperate eyes. Noticing the edge to the hunger, Mir considered probing but decided to let Joon have his way.
Joon pushed him to the bed, fingers dancing over Mir’s naked chest and abs. Before Mir could sit, Joon worked his jeans off and hummed. “Commando. I like the easy access.” He palmed Mir’s erection and circled his hand around the hardness.
When Joon bent over and sucked the head into his mouth, Mir fell backwards onto the bed. With breaking contact, Joon followed, mouth working over Mir’s cock, tongue sliding over the slit. Mir strained into that warmth and wondered how it remained irresistible even after so many times. Joon fondled his balls, rolling them around gently and tugging slightly until Mir’s eyes rolled back and he nearly swallowed his tongue. The moans coming from him became animalistic. When a tremor wracked his body, Mir gripped Joon’s hair and pulled his mouth from his cock.
Joon released his suction with a pop and looked into Mir’s face. Whatever he saw there has him smiling slightly and licking his lips. Reversing their positions with ease of practice, Mir draped Joon’s long legs over his shoulders and licked him from testicles to asshole. Tonguing the dark pucker, Mir tormented Joon until the older man was begging to be fucked.
Pleased, he slid a dry finger into the moist hole and listened to Joon cry out at the combination of pain and pleasure. Finger fucking Joon to the edge, Mir watched his lover’s face twist and contort as his body steadily accepted the intrusion. It had been far too long since he’d had Joon writhing in pleasure.
Pulling his finger out to a moaned protest, Mir located the bottle of lube Joon had thoughtful placed on a bedside table. Slicking three fingers, he slowly, irrevocable slid all three into Joon’s ass. Joon quivered and cried out but also thrust into the probing fingers. Using his other hand to lube his cock, Mir withdrew his fingers from Joon’s stretched asshole and lay back on the bed.
“Ride me, Joonie.”
Trembling, horny to the point the self-combustion, Joon obeyed the command, the affection in Mir’s voice. He crawled over Mir’s body and shakily lowered himself onto the other’s cock. Once fully seated on Mir, Joon looked into Mir’s warm dark eyes and began to move. Mir let him set the pace and then took Joon’s cock in his hand. Mir easily matched his hand to the pace of Joon’s rocking. Unable to take much more of Mir’s cock in his ass and his cock in Mir’s hand, Joon cried out Mir’s name and came. Mir continued to thrust into Joon as Joon slumped in satiation. Lifting his hand to Joon’s mouth, Mir watched him lick his own come. Once his hand was cleaned of Joon’s come, Mir gripped both of Joon’s hips and thrust with powerful strokes that had Joon crying out over and over. Filling Joon’s body with his come, Mir thrust one last time and shook with the force of his orgasm.
Joon slipped off of Mir’s softening cock and cuddled against his side.
Minutes, what felt like hours later, Mir got his breath and thoughts back. “Want to tell me what all this was about, Joonie?”
“It was about us having sex in more romantic surroundings.”
Mir rolled to his side and propped his head up on one hand. “Bullshit. You care about romantic trappings about as much as I do. Which is to say not much.”
Joon avoided his eyes. “I just…you said…damn it. You are still in touch with that girl. She fucking cheated on you and you still keep in touch with her.”
Mir studied Joon’s downcast face and held back a chuckle. “Hey.” He forced Joon to look at him by grabbing his chin and tilting his head back. “It was a story. We were never serious and now she is a good friend who is engaged to a friend of mine. But that shit doesn’t make a good broadcast, does it?”
“Really?” Joon looked hopeful.
“Of course. And even if it wasn’t the truth, why would I want her when I have you and your delicious ass?” He grabbed the body part in question.
Joon laughed. “True.”
who i want: mir/joon (in that order)
what i want: i just want some good 'ol smut
preferred rating: nc-17
“What is all this?”
Joon cleared his throat. “I wanted to try something different.”
Studying the strewn rose petals, flickering candles, and soft sexy music, Mir lifted an eyebrow. “Is this because of my cheating ex-girlfriend story?”
“No. This is because of you.” Joon draped his arms over Mir’s shoulders and touched their foreheads together.
“Is there something wrong with sweaty, dirty, monkey sex?” Arms looping around Joon’s small waist, Mir nipped at his lips.
“Not a damn thing and you know it.” Pressing his body closer, Joon moaned as Mir ran his tongue over Joon’s parted lips. “I just wanted to try a little romance for once.”
The lightest break in Joon’s voice had Mir pulling back. “What is this really about, Joonie?”
“Can’t you just let me romance you?” Joon kissed Mir with a banked ferocity that had Mir going hard and wondering exactly what was swirling through his normally easygoing lover’s mind.
Pushing the concern aside, he tangled his tongue with Joon’s and enjoyed the battle for dominance. He won, of course, but enjoyed Joon’s test of his limits. Slipping his hands under the loose tee, Mir slid his hands up Joon’s muscular back and sucked on his tongue. The resulting moan vibrated into Mir’s chest. Pacing himself to the low liquid beat of the music, Mir began rotating his hips, rubbing erections through tight jeans. Joon trembled against him.
Dragging the shirt over Joon’s head, Mir worked his way down Joon’s chest, teasing nipples and tracing tensed muscles. Joon’s hands scrabbled to pull Mir’s shirt as he continued his way down Joon’s body. Letting the shirt slip over his head, Mir traced his tongue along the waistband of Joon’s jeans. His skin tasted of cinnamon and arousal, one of the headiest combinations Mir ever encountered.
“Let me.” The whispered plea had Mir looking up into Joon’s hungry, desperate eyes. Noticing the edge to the hunger, Mir considered probing but decided to let Joon have his way.
Joon pushed him to the bed, fingers dancing over Mir’s naked chest and abs. Before Mir could sit, Joon worked his jeans off and hummed. “Commando. I like the easy access.” He palmed Mir’s erection and circled his hand around the hardness.
When Joon bent over and sucked the head into his mouth, Mir fell backwards onto the bed. With breaking contact, Joon followed, mouth working over Mir’s cock, tongue sliding over the slit. Mir strained into that warmth and wondered how it remained irresistible even after so many times. Joon fondled his balls, rolling them around gently and tugging slightly until Mir’s eyes rolled back and he nearly swallowed his tongue. The moans coming from him became animalistic. When a tremor wracked his body, Mir gripped Joon’s hair and pulled his mouth from his cock.
Joon released his suction with a pop and looked into Mir’s face. Whatever he saw there has him smiling slightly and licking his lips. Reversing their positions with ease of practice, Mir draped Joon’s long legs over his shoulders and licked him from testicles to asshole. Tonguing the dark pucker, Mir tormented Joon until the older man was begging to be fucked.
Pleased, he slid a dry finger into the moist hole and listened to Joon cry out at the combination of pain and pleasure. Finger fucking Joon to the edge, Mir watched his lover’s face twist and contort as his body steadily accepted the intrusion. It had been far too long since he’d had Joon writhing in pleasure.
Pulling his finger out to a moaned protest, Mir located the bottle of lube Joon had thoughtful placed on a bedside table. Slicking three fingers, he slowly, irrevocable slid all three into Joon’s ass. Joon quivered and cried out but also thrust into the probing fingers. Using his other hand to lube his cock, Mir withdrew his fingers from Joon’s stretched asshole and lay back on the bed.
“Ride me, Joonie.”
Trembling, horny to the point the self-combustion, Joon obeyed the command, the affection in Mir’s voice. He crawled over Mir’s body and shakily lowered himself onto the other’s cock. Once fully seated on Mir, Joon looked into Mir’s warm dark eyes and began to move. Mir let him set the pace and then took Joon’s cock in his hand. Mir easily matched his hand to the pace of Joon’s rocking. Unable to take much more of Mir’s cock in his ass and his cock in Mir’s hand, Joon cried out Mir’s name and came. Mir continued to thrust into Joon as Joon slumped in satiation. Lifting his hand to Joon’s mouth, Mir watched him lick his own come. Once his hand was cleaned of Joon’s come, Mir gripped both of Joon’s hips and thrust with powerful strokes that had Joon crying out over and over. Filling Joon’s body with his come, Mir thrust one last time and shook with the force of his orgasm.
Joon slipped off of Mir’s softening cock and cuddled against his side.
Minutes, what felt like hours later, Mir got his breath and thoughts back. “Want to tell me what all this was about, Joonie?”
“It was about us having sex in more romantic surroundings.”
Mir rolled to his side and propped his head up on one hand. “Bullshit. You care about romantic trappings about as much as I do. Which is to say not much.”
Joon avoided his eyes. “I just…you said…damn it. You are still in touch with that girl. She fucking cheated on you and you still keep in touch with her.”
Mir studied Joon’s downcast face and held back a chuckle. “Hey.” He forced Joon to look at him by grabbing his chin and tilting his head back. “It was a story. We were never serious and now she is a good friend who is engaged to a friend of mine. But that shit doesn’t make a good broadcast, does it?”
“Really?” Joon looked hopeful.
“Of course. And even if it wasn’t the truth, why would I want her when I have you and your delicious ass?” He grabbed the body part in question.
Joon laughed. “True.”