secret santa fic
secret santa fic x-posted from hushedmembers
.pairing: yunho/changmin
.rating: nc-17-ish
.genre: smutty romance
Yunho wondered when they'd started growing young men that gorgeous in his hometown. All long-legged sex and fuck-me lips. Nope. He couldn't remember one of the hometown boys ever looking quite that delicious. Delicious enough to gobble up in one greedy bite.
Like the way the tall young man was gobbling up a fresh peach from a local vendor's fruit stand.
Contemplating the best way to go about approaching the unknown boy, figuring “Fuck me here and now” probably wasn't it, Yunho saw a middle-aged couple join the long, lean sex god. And felt his jaw hit his toes.
“Yunho!” The shorter, plumper female half of the couple noticed him and waved cheerfully. “We didn't realize you were coming back to town so soon.” She beamed at him. The peach-eating boy glanced at him briefly before selecting and purchasing a small bundle of cherries.
“Auntie.” Managing to pick his jaw up off the ground, he smiled. “It is good to be home.” What are you doing with that gorgeous young creature?
The slightly-taller-than-his-wife paunchy man clapped Yunho on the shoulder. “Good to have you home. It's been years. So long, in fact, you haven't even met Changmin.” The cherry-gobbling boy looked up at the sound of his name. “Changmin, meet your older and highly successful cousin Yunho.”
“Cousin?” COUSIN! His mind shrieked furiously. He was lusting after his cousin?
Changmin greeted Yunho in an appropriately respectful manner. All serious-faced and straight-backed but with peach juice still clinging to his full lips. The desire to lick the juice droplets off those lips hit Yunho hard in the groin. And, damn if the proper and polite Changmin wasn't looking at him with passive features and glinting, mischievous eyes.
He knew. Yunho just knew he knew.
Within two weeks, Yunho realized he'd lost his wits over his, thankfully adopted, cousin. The sinewy younger man haunted his dreams and sauntered snarkily through his waking moments. Never, in all his years, had Yunho felt such a rush of lust, fear, hope, and longing tangle inside him over another person. Embarrassingly, he found himself tagging along after Changmin like a pathetic lovesick (lust-filled) puppy.
Like today. He found himself in a small esoteric bookshop, ducking behind dusty shelves so the boy didn't see the way Yunho mooned over him. Drooling just a little when Changmin slipped on a pair of reading glasses. For all the success in the world, Yunho couldn't remember finding glasses and the smell of books sexy. Now he wanted nothing more than to take Changmin into the farthest stacks and attack his mouth. Yunho pressed his back against some shelves and lectured himself on his runaway thoughts. What happened to the cool, in-control man who made rational decisions paving the way to success?
“If you press yourself into that shelf any harder, you'll become part of it.” That. That honey voice coming from those luscious lips is what happened, Yunho thought desperately. Looking up to see the object of his slightly stalkerish lustful tendencies smirking at him, Yunho gulped a little.
“What are you doing here?”
Cocking one eyebrow, Changmin hefted the hardcover book in his hand. “Browsing books. What most people come to bookstores to do. What are you doing here?” He slid a mocking gaze over Yunho's body which was still pressed a little too firmly against the bookshelf.
“I am, er, well, see...” Yunho trailed off, discovering no pretty convenient lie would slide off his tongue to save him from this embarrassment.
Propping himself comfortably against the opposite shelf, Changmin let his smirk spread into a knowing grin. “You're stalking me.”
Flustered, Yunho spluttered, “Am not!”
“Yes you are. Mom and Dad were discussing the other night how strange it is for you to be so involved in all our family gatherings. How, while you are very social, you tend to spread yourself around more than you have been.”
“Humpf. Can't I spend time with my family? It's been years since I've seen them.” Yunho silently congratulated himself on a good save.
With a bark of laughter, Changmin doubled over. For about a minute, he laughed until he couldn't breathe. Finally able to compose himself, Changmin wiped a tear from the corner of one eye. “You come with us to the grocery store, hyung. Hell, the only time you go back to your place is to sleep.”
“Well.” For a natural smooth talker, Yunho found himself at a loss. He was indeed stalking his younger cousin.
Closing the distant between them, Changmin shifted, moving with the lithe predatory grace of a panther. Yunho wondered if the prey had become the predator.
As the taller man's lips captured Yunho's in a skilled kiss, Yunho thought maybe he'd always been the prey. Sliding his hands into Changmin's hair as the other's tongue slid between his lips, Yunho found he didn't care who caught who as long as he could continue kissing Changmin until the world vanished. Nibbling on Changmin's slightly top-heavy lip, Yunho savored the taste of cherry chap stick. Perhaps not the peach juice he'd spent a forenight fantasizing about but delicious all the same.
Changmin pulled back, breathing hard. His breath mingled with Yunho's in the musty air of the bookstore. Chest pressed to chest, hips and legs lining up perfectly as they pressed against each other. “This is not the best place for this.” Yunho murmured thoughtlessly.
Changmin chuckled softly, eyes going uneven as his lips tilted up. “But I perform so well around books.” Leaning forward to lick lightly at Yunho's lower lip, Changmin whispered, “The smell of books excites me. All that ink and paper and knowledge. Mine for taking.” Shifting his pelvis against Yunho's, he sighed. “Just like you.”
The drive out to Yunho's home was torture. Changmin, in the passenger's seat of Yunho's car, reached over to caress the top and inside of Yunho's thigh, trailing upwards but stopping before reaching the ever increasing hardness of Yunho's crotch. Sometimes, he'd pulled Yunho's hand from the gear shift and slip one, two long fingers between those velvety lips and suck on them. Suck them deep into his mouth while twining his tongue in between and around them in a mimicry of one of Yunho's favorite fantasies involving that mouth. The drive home was exquisite.
Once inside the house, they grabbed for each other, hands gripping hair, grabbing firm butts. They kissed and stumbled and groped their way into Yunho's bedroom. Parting only long enough for Yunho, in a fit of clichéd romanticism, to light some of the candles scattered around the room. Candles he'd bought a few days before during one of the shopping ventures he tagged along on with his aunt and Changmin, claiming to desperately need candles. Tons of candles.
He head a snicker as he finished lighting the last candle and turned to see Changmin smirking. And started feeling like ten kinds of fool. The man probably just wanted a hot fuck and here he was getting all gooey. “Ah, forget it. I'll blow them out.” He turned back to the candles, prepared to extinguish the flames when strong hands wrapped around his waist.
“Don't. It's sweet. Lame but sweet.” As Yunho turned in his embrace, Changmin smiled a little sadly. “It is the sweetest thing any lover has ever done.”
Pleased and more than half in love with the cocky, vulnerable man holding him, Yunho cupped Changmin's face and led him into a sweet kiss. Different from the deep passionate kisses of before, the kiss flowed slowly from lips pressed gently to lips into lips parting and breaths mingling. Tongues tangled around each other and swept seekingly inside the other mouth. Yunho sucked in Changmin's breath, literally leaving the other man breathless and a little shaky.
Clothes fell to the floor beneath seeking, desperate hands. When bare chest finally met bare chest, both men groaned, breaking the kiss. The sweet searching gentleness vanished into hot hungry passion. Yunho slid his tongue down Changmin's throat as Changmin tilted his head down into the crook of Yunho's neck.
Inhaling, Changmin smiled. “You smell better than books. That's a first.”
With a little laugh, Yunho grabbed Changmin's shoulders and then hair as the taller man slid downwards. Changmin's tongue and hands charted the course from Yunho's clavicles to his beaded nipples and made him moan deep in his throat. Then those warm hands and hot mouth slid over his belly, pausing to explore his belly button before continuing to his groin.
Teasing and testing the older man, Changmin bit lightly at one hipbone, slid his tongue into the crease where torso met thigh. His hands held Yunho still by virtue of being clamped firmly on Yunho's ass. As Yunho shook and trembled and lightly cursed Changmin for teasing him, Changmin learned the muscles in Yunho's thighs and breathed in the musky scent of his arousal. He felt his own cock harden even more at the knowledge he had this sexy, successful, otherwise smooth older man in his hands and under his mouth. Had him quivering and nearly begging.
Finally he wrapped his mouth around Yunho, relaxed his throat and sucked the man's hard hot cock all the way into his mouth. He flattened his tongue against the underside and undulated it, pulsed it and had Yunho gasping his name. Changmin knew he could've spent hours just enjoying the feel and taste of Yunho in his mouth but he wanted, with a painful degree of lust, to have Yunho inside him.
Releasing the other man's cock, Changmin stood. “Fuck me, Yunho.”
Still seeing stars from one of the best blow jobs of his life, Yunho grabbed Changmin in violent kiss, mashing teeth and lips. Falling onto the bed, they groped and wrestled and Changmin demanded to be on top. Yunho lubed his fingers and stroked them slowly into Changmin's ass. While Yunho worked him, prepped him, Changmin lubed Yunho's cock with strong sure strokes and felt his muscles shake and tense at the feel of those long fingers inside him. Rather than painful like previous experiences, Changmin found Yunho's fingers to be arousing and hot and gentle.
Grabbing the wrist of the probing hand, Changmin groaned. “I need you inside me. Now.”
When Yunho removed his hand, prepared to ease Changmin onto him, Changmin positioned himself quickly and with ease. Sliding down, feeling the slight pleasure pain of being stretched to his limits, Changmin sucked in a deep breath. Yunho's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation of being so suddenly and quickly and completely enveloped in the younger man's hot body.
Barely taking a moment to adjust to the sensations running through their bodies, they began to move. Yunho ran his hands up Changmin's chest and down his sides to grip those narrow hips. Changmin rode Yunho the way he lived, with serious intent and unexpected blazing passion. They rode each other hard until their bodies seemed to explode into many pieces, Yunho filling Changmin's ass and Changmin painting Yunho's abdomen and chest.
Collapsing on top of Yunho, Changmin sighed and found himself listening to Yunho's slowing heartbeat. He sighed just a little and felt Yunho's arms wrap around his back. Instead of feeling crowded, cramped, he was surprised by the contentment spreading through him, being in this man's arms.
Yunho founded words dancing on the tip of tongue that he'd never said to any lover. He wanted to say them but didn't want to scare or piss off Changmin by being mushy after a bout of hot sex. “I think I love you.” The words danced out into the air but not from him.
As startled at himself as Yunho, Changmin lifted his head, ready to apologize or make a snarky joke out of his bare emotions. But Yunho stopped him with a lingering kiss and a “Thank goodness because I know I love you.” Yunho paused for a second then said, “I do have a request though.”
Suspicious, Changmin narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“Do you think you could eat peaches before the next time we fuck?”
.pairing: yunho/changmin
.rating: nc-17-ish
.genre: smutty romance
Yunho wondered when they'd started growing young men that gorgeous in his hometown. All long-legged sex and fuck-me lips. Nope. He couldn't remember one of the hometown boys ever looking quite that delicious. Delicious enough to gobble up in one greedy bite.
Like the way the tall young man was gobbling up a fresh peach from a local vendor's fruit stand.
Contemplating the best way to go about approaching the unknown boy, figuring “Fuck me here and now” probably wasn't it, Yunho saw a middle-aged couple join the long, lean sex god. And felt his jaw hit his toes.
“Yunho!” The shorter, plumper female half of the couple noticed him and waved cheerfully. “We didn't realize you were coming back to town so soon.” She beamed at him. The peach-eating boy glanced at him briefly before selecting and purchasing a small bundle of cherries.
“Auntie.” Managing to pick his jaw up off the ground, he smiled. “It is good to be home.” What are you doing with that gorgeous young creature?
The slightly-taller-than-his-wife paunchy man clapped Yunho on the shoulder. “Good to have you home. It's been years. So long, in fact, you haven't even met Changmin.” The cherry-gobbling boy looked up at the sound of his name. “Changmin, meet your older and highly successful cousin Yunho.”
“Cousin?” COUSIN! His mind shrieked furiously. He was lusting after his cousin?
Changmin greeted Yunho in an appropriately respectful manner. All serious-faced and straight-backed but with peach juice still clinging to his full lips. The desire to lick the juice droplets off those lips hit Yunho hard in the groin. And, damn if the proper and polite Changmin wasn't looking at him with passive features and glinting, mischievous eyes.
He knew. Yunho just knew he knew.
Within two weeks, Yunho realized he'd lost his wits over his, thankfully adopted, cousin. The sinewy younger man haunted his dreams and sauntered snarkily through his waking moments. Never, in all his years, had Yunho felt such a rush of lust, fear, hope, and longing tangle inside him over another person. Embarrassingly, he found himself tagging along after Changmin like a pathetic lovesick (lust-filled) puppy.
Like today. He found himself in a small esoteric bookshop, ducking behind dusty shelves so the boy didn't see the way Yunho mooned over him. Drooling just a little when Changmin slipped on a pair of reading glasses. For all the success in the world, Yunho couldn't remember finding glasses and the smell of books sexy. Now he wanted nothing more than to take Changmin into the farthest stacks and attack his mouth. Yunho pressed his back against some shelves and lectured himself on his runaway thoughts. What happened to the cool, in-control man who made rational decisions paving the way to success?
“If you press yourself into that shelf any harder, you'll become part of it.” That. That honey voice coming from those luscious lips is what happened, Yunho thought desperately. Looking up to see the object of his slightly stalkerish lustful tendencies smirking at him, Yunho gulped a little.
“What are you doing here?”
Cocking one eyebrow, Changmin hefted the hardcover book in his hand. “Browsing books. What most people come to bookstores to do. What are you doing here?” He slid a mocking gaze over Yunho's body which was still pressed a little too firmly against the bookshelf.
“I am, er, well, see...” Yunho trailed off, discovering no pretty convenient lie would slide off his tongue to save him from this embarrassment.
Propping himself comfortably against the opposite shelf, Changmin let his smirk spread into a knowing grin. “You're stalking me.”
Flustered, Yunho spluttered, “Am not!”
“Yes you are. Mom and Dad were discussing the other night how strange it is for you to be so involved in all our family gatherings. How, while you are very social, you tend to spread yourself around more than you have been.”
“Humpf. Can't I spend time with my family? It's been years since I've seen them.” Yunho silently congratulated himself on a good save.
With a bark of laughter, Changmin doubled over. For about a minute, he laughed until he couldn't breathe. Finally able to compose himself, Changmin wiped a tear from the corner of one eye. “You come with us to the grocery store, hyung. Hell, the only time you go back to your place is to sleep.”
“Well.” For a natural smooth talker, Yunho found himself at a loss. He was indeed stalking his younger cousin.
Closing the distant between them, Changmin shifted, moving with the lithe predatory grace of a panther. Yunho wondered if the prey had become the predator.
As the taller man's lips captured Yunho's in a skilled kiss, Yunho thought maybe he'd always been the prey. Sliding his hands into Changmin's hair as the other's tongue slid between his lips, Yunho found he didn't care who caught who as long as he could continue kissing Changmin until the world vanished. Nibbling on Changmin's slightly top-heavy lip, Yunho savored the taste of cherry chap stick. Perhaps not the peach juice he'd spent a forenight fantasizing about but delicious all the same.
Changmin pulled back, breathing hard. His breath mingled with Yunho's in the musty air of the bookstore. Chest pressed to chest, hips and legs lining up perfectly as they pressed against each other. “This is not the best place for this.” Yunho murmured thoughtlessly.
Changmin chuckled softly, eyes going uneven as his lips tilted up. “But I perform so well around books.” Leaning forward to lick lightly at Yunho's lower lip, Changmin whispered, “The smell of books excites me. All that ink and paper and knowledge. Mine for taking.” Shifting his pelvis against Yunho's, he sighed. “Just like you.”
The drive out to Yunho's home was torture. Changmin, in the passenger's seat of Yunho's car, reached over to caress the top and inside of Yunho's thigh, trailing upwards but stopping before reaching the ever increasing hardness of Yunho's crotch. Sometimes, he'd pulled Yunho's hand from the gear shift and slip one, two long fingers between those velvety lips and suck on them. Suck them deep into his mouth while twining his tongue in between and around them in a mimicry of one of Yunho's favorite fantasies involving that mouth. The drive home was exquisite.
Once inside the house, they grabbed for each other, hands gripping hair, grabbing firm butts. They kissed and stumbled and groped their way into Yunho's bedroom. Parting only long enough for Yunho, in a fit of clichéd romanticism, to light some of the candles scattered around the room. Candles he'd bought a few days before during one of the shopping ventures he tagged along on with his aunt and Changmin, claiming to desperately need candles. Tons of candles.
He head a snicker as he finished lighting the last candle and turned to see Changmin smirking. And started feeling like ten kinds of fool. The man probably just wanted a hot fuck and here he was getting all gooey. “Ah, forget it. I'll blow them out.” He turned back to the candles, prepared to extinguish the flames when strong hands wrapped around his waist.
“Don't. It's sweet. Lame but sweet.” As Yunho turned in his embrace, Changmin smiled a little sadly. “It is the sweetest thing any lover has ever done.”
Pleased and more than half in love with the cocky, vulnerable man holding him, Yunho cupped Changmin's face and led him into a sweet kiss. Different from the deep passionate kisses of before, the kiss flowed slowly from lips pressed gently to lips into lips parting and breaths mingling. Tongues tangled around each other and swept seekingly inside the other mouth. Yunho sucked in Changmin's breath, literally leaving the other man breathless and a little shaky.
Clothes fell to the floor beneath seeking, desperate hands. When bare chest finally met bare chest, both men groaned, breaking the kiss. The sweet searching gentleness vanished into hot hungry passion. Yunho slid his tongue down Changmin's throat as Changmin tilted his head down into the crook of Yunho's neck.
Inhaling, Changmin smiled. “You smell better than books. That's a first.”
With a little laugh, Yunho grabbed Changmin's shoulders and then hair as the taller man slid downwards. Changmin's tongue and hands charted the course from Yunho's clavicles to his beaded nipples and made him moan deep in his throat. Then those warm hands and hot mouth slid over his belly, pausing to explore his belly button before continuing to his groin.
Teasing and testing the older man, Changmin bit lightly at one hipbone, slid his tongue into the crease where torso met thigh. His hands held Yunho still by virtue of being clamped firmly on Yunho's ass. As Yunho shook and trembled and lightly cursed Changmin for teasing him, Changmin learned the muscles in Yunho's thighs and breathed in the musky scent of his arousal. He felt his own cock harden even more at the knowledge he had this sexy, successful, otherwise smooth older man in his hands and under his mouth. Had him quivering and nearly begging.
Finally he wrapped his mouth around Yunho, relaxed his throat and sucked the man's hard hot cock all the way into his mouth. He flattened his tongue against the underside and undulated it, pulsed it and had Yunho gasping his name. Changmin knew he could've spent hours just enjoying the feel and taste of Yunho in his mouth but he wanted, with a painful degree of lust, to have Yunho inside him.
Releasing the other man's cock, Changmin stood. “Fuck me, Yunho.”
Still seeing stars from one of the best blow jobs of his life, Yunho grabbed Changmin in violent kiss, mashing teeth and lips. Falling onto the bed, they groped and wrestled and Changmin demanded to be on top. Yunho lubed his fingers and stroked them slowly into Changmin's ass. While Yunho worked him, prepped him, Changmin lubed Yunho's cock with strong sure strokes and felt his muscles shake and tense at the feel of those long fingers inside him. Rather than painful like previous experiences, Changmin found Yunho's fingers to be arousing and hot and gentle.
Grabbing the wrist of the probing hand, Changmin groaned. “I need you inside me. Now.”
When Yunho removed his hand, prepared to ease Changmin onto him, Changmin positioned himself quickly and with ease. Sliding down, feeling the slight pleasure pain of being stretched to his limits, Changmin sucked in a deep breath. Yunho's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation of being so suddenly and quickly and completely enveloped in the younger man's hot body.
Barely taking a moment to adjust to the sensations running through their bodies, they began to move. Yunho ran his hands up Changmin's chest and down his sides to grip those narrow hips. Changmin rode Yunho the way he lived, with serious intent and unexpected blazing passion. They rode each other hard until their bodies seemed to explode into many pieces, Yunho filling Changmin's ass and Changmin painting Yunho's abdomen and chest.
Collapsing on top of Yunho, Changmin sighed and found himself listening to Yunho's slowing heartbeat. He sighed just a little and felt Yunho's arms wrap around his back. Instead of feeling crowded, cramped, he was surprised by the contentment spreading through him, being in this man's arms.
Yunho founded words dancing on the tip of tongue that he'd never said to any lover. He wanted to say them but didn't want to scare or piss off Changmin by being mushy after a bout of hot sex. “I think I love you.” The words danced out into the air but not from him.
As startled at himself as Yunho, Changmin lifted his head, ready to apologize or make a snarky joke out of his bare emotions. But Yunho stopped him with a lingering kiss and a “Thank goodness because I know I love you.” Yunho paused for a second then said, “I do have a request though.”
Suspicious, Changmin narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“Do you think you could eat peaches before the next time we fuck?”