dress me up, dress me down
dress me up, dress me down
yunho/changmin
nc-17
when changmin pursues high fashion.
for apocryphalic. this isn't chicklit, this is dicklit. be warned of...everything!
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Changmin's been told since he was an awkward as fuck teenager that he should model. He's never taken interest in that kind of stuff, partly because he thinks modeling's for the beautiful but too dumb to succeed anywhere else in life, mostly because he thinks about strutting down a catwalk in Milan in front of hundreds of thousands of people and gets the distinct urge to void himself in his pants. But that part he keeps hush hush.
---
He struggles and refuses and grits his teeth and bears all of the photogs and scouts and agents who accost him on the street, begging for him to model for one thing or another, rather successful with his adamant refusals right up until he turns 21.
Secretly, Changmin likes to go to the library and borrow their copies of the newest fashion magazines. There are style tips and clothing advice that help him look good and as much as he doesn't want to admit it to himself, Changmin knows he's pretty much a narcissist. He knows he's goodlooking from a purely objective point of view, but because of that, he always turns to stare at his own reflection whenever he so much as walks past a building with a semi-reflective surface for walls, sometimes even stopping to get that lock of hair on his head to sit just right. Rarely does he stop fidgeting with his sleeves or touching his hair and it's become a rather vicious habit.
Cooped up in the safety of his room, Changmin opens the most recent Armani catalogue, eyes skimming over the glossy pages and fingers trailing after his gaze. A part of him wishes he had the guts to say yes to one of the photographers who approach him in the streets. Maybe trying it out wouldn't be so bad...
And then he sees him on page 69. So apt. Dark brown hair, sharp almond eyes, lithe build but clearly cut under that gorgeous, clinging Armani suit, biceps and thighs defined and ready to tear their way out of that 85% pure new wool.
Changmin develops himself a little crush.
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"Do you see him?" Changmin whispers, shoving the magazine in Yoochun's face, voice low and bedroom door locked in case his sisters are eavesdropping. He's a bit neurotic.
"I see him," Yoochun replies, reaching out to pat Changmin on the shoulder. "You, my friend, need to get yourself laid. He's just a model in a magazine."
Changmin frowns. "I think he's nearly perfect. And if I can maybe get backstage on an Armani shoot, I don't know, I could help out with his hair and run my fingers through it, you know? Or bring him his suit and he'll be sweaty from all the stage lights and I would have to help undress him and redress him and you know how models are, underwear discouraged because it gets in the way of changing and shows under clingy fabrics and I'd see him naked all the time."
"...I thought you wanted to maybe work in medicine someday?"
Changmin sticks a leg out from the bed and points at it. "Do you see this? Free meal ticket. I'm not stubby like you."
"You're not sane like me either. Besides, I thought you never wanted to model."
"I don't, I just want to be a pretty face so they'll take interest and hire me and then work as a behind the scenes guy. I don't mind paperwork."
"You're so strange."
"Are you going to encourage me as it outlines in your duties as a best friend or what?"
"Okay, okay," Yoochun concedes, throwing his hands up in the air, "I'll talk to a friend of a friend and see if Armani's hiring anywhere in Korea. But you know, you don't exactly have the credentials to-"
Changmin sticks out his other leg too.
"Fine fine fine!" Yoochun cries, "Mile-long, I get it!"
---
Just his shitty luck.
Now that he actually wants to work in the fashion industry, the one company he cares to work for isn't interested in him. Changmin travels as far as he can out of Seoul for interviews, but each time he's out in the waiting room, all he sees are beautiful people left and right, resumes and portfolios clutched in their well manicured hands, clad in nothing but expensive Armani.
Changmin doesn't have that kind of money. Maybe that's also why he doesn't get a call back; among the beautiful, he's just another face.
But he wants this. He wants it so much, has already funneled so many hours into it all for a little crush that he would be embarrassed not to keep trying.
Months pass, his wallet suffers, Changmin takes to eating white rice with tuna and kimchi to minimize living expenses. He finally agrees to oddjobs here and there, taking photos for local magazines, making cameos for 3 seconds at a time in sneaker commercials where no one gets to see his face, acting as an insignificant extra in any movies currently being shot in Seoul. He had completely underestimated how hard it is to really make it big in this business.
---
Luck finally finds him on the verge of giving up, just like luck always does.
Yoochun's in the insider circle and Changmin doesn't know why. He knows Yoochun's very close with some bigshot model but he's never really asked any details since said bigshot model's always out of the country being big and famous. He gets a call from Yoochun one day saying that an assistant just got fired and they're in desperate need of an errand boy for the upcoming Armani Fall runway show.
Changmin scribbles down the number to call and hangs up on Yoochun in the middle of a word. He needs this.
---
They fly him out to Milan.
Changmin never thought it would happen. One night, he's lying in bed, excited that whoever spoke with him over the phone has agreed to an interview, and the next morning, in the interview office, they asked him all of three questions before handing him an airplane ticket to hustle him out of the country. Apparently, his English is passable enough for this job.
He literally drops everything. If he thinks about, leaving his entire life behind for the sake of a hot guy he saw on page 69 of an Armani catalogue is ridiculous, but this has become so much bigger than that. He could really be doing something with his life instead of sitting in front of his laptop for 25 hours at a time to slave over yet another pointless essay or counting thousands of fruitflies during lab until his eyes crossed. Instead of the constant denial that he didn't care or that he's above all of this fashion business, Changmin could just start...admitting it to himself that he likes it.
The second he hits Milan, he gets whisked away in a van, squished between three other people looking haggard and like they could all use ten months of sleep.
"Welcome to the life of menial labor," one of them says.
"Uh," Changmin replies. Then bows his head awkwardly before shoving out his hand for a handshake. "My name is Shim Changmin. It's nice to meet you."
"God I could use a hot fucking venti right about now," the girl next to him mourns.
"As if, bitch! You'd be slayed for having a drink in your hand while working with all those gorgeous clothes."
"Do you have any caffeine pills?"
"Actually, yes!"
"I love you, you wanker."
Changmin withdraws his hand and remains very quiet for the rest of the trip.
---
It's nothing like anything he's ever imagined. The stage from the front is always come and cool and collected, but backstage, it's chaos. There are multiple rehearsal days and even without an audience, it's freaking hell break loose and so much stress and fury and yelling and clothes and sequins and safety pins everywhere that he just about loses his mind.
As the new errand boy, Changmin's treated like dirt, always sent out to pick up Starbucks or to run around delivering package A to point B and bring back receipt C from point D. But he doesn't hate it.
He's surrounded by people he's seen before in magazines and TV shows and his pride swells every time a model confuses him as a new model instead of a gofer. He enjoys the business and the crazy yelling and he loves that the lady models love him since he's new enough to be nice and because his Korean accented English is apparently adorable.
It probably helps that here, he can be out and proud. The female models point men out to him to avoid, whispering that they're gay for pay just to make themselves appear for suitable for the fashion business. Quite ridiculous.
Whenever he can, Changmin casually asks about the model from page 69.
Apparently, his name is Jung Yunho, has been a model since a teen, scouted from Korea years ago and never once looked back. All the models seem to adore him, men and women alike, and it's not hard to see why. They gush about Yunho's kindness, how he donates money to starving children all over the world because he loves kids and he's a bleeding heart like that, how he actually helps the elderly cross streets, how he's cool and collected when you see him from afar but up close, he's really a big kid who tends to be cute at the strangest of times. And even though he doesn't have the perfect body and under all that makeup, his skin's marred with scars, his personality more than makes up for the physical faults and that's why he's such a big international star. He's a theif of hearts, that's for sure, and it's got nothing to do with his face.
Changmin thinks he might actually have competition from this gaggle of models.
---
Jung Yunho arrives only two weeks before the runway show.
He's been busy bouncing around from Paris to LA doing other things and only now cleared up his schedule to prepare in Milan.
The other staff members know about his immense crush on Yunho. Not willingly on his part, of course, only because he had fallen asleep on an amp once backstage and the faded, crinkled page 69 sticking out of his back pocket got yanked away by curious fingers. He still hasn't lived it down but the teasing's kind of nice. Reminds him of Yoochun.
"Go over," Lisa mumbles, nudging him so hard in the side that it knocks his breath away. "Introduce yourself. He's super nice. He talks to all the staff and knows us by name. Now's your chance, wanker!"
"I'm nervous," Changmin mumbles right back, shoving her a little. "What do I say?"
"Say something lame, he likes that."
She shoves him so hard that he goes stumbling forward and walks into a rack of clothing, face burning as Yunho turns to look at him. "He-hello," Changmin stutters, robotically raising a stiff arm, "my name is Shim Changmin. It's nice to meet you."
Yunho stares for a little more. Changmin imagines himself to be a fleck of dust to be sucked away in a vacuum.
Suddenly, a big, warm hand takes his own, long, gorgeous fingers curled into the center of his palm in a backwards handshake. Changmin's head snaps up and his heart stops beating to see Yunho's welcoming face, warm eyes curved up in amusement and friendliness, lush lips set in the most gorgeous smile he's ever seen.
"Hi Changmin," Yunho replies in Korean, arm held out awkwardly over the back of his chair to reach Changmin's hand so far away, "I'm Yunho, but you can just call me hyung."
---
"He said to just call him hyung!!" Changmin whispers into the phone, sitting in his tiny mattress in his even tinier apartment, the only one he could afford on his wages.
Yoochun yawns, the sound crackled over the bad connection of his phone card. "And do you call him hyung?"
"Well, when I see him, yeah..."
"You never call me hyung."
Changmin scowls and makes a face. "I don't have wet dreams about you either. Do you want that to change?"
"You know, you always call me to either gush over Yunho or to tell me something inappropriate enough to make me want to stick my head in a blender."
"At least be happy for me."
"I am happy for you, Minnie Mouse, I just wish you'd grow a pair and ask him out to coffee."
"Well maybe if I wasn't a mousette..." Changmin grumbles, put out only because he knows Yoochun's right. Yunho wouldn't deny him coffee; Yunho probably wouldn't deny him anything. But that's just it. Yunho's nice because he's just like that, not because he's particularly interested. Changmin doesn't know how to catch Yunho's interest when there are so many other beautiful people around vying for the same attention.
"Just talk to him and stop thinking of him as a model," Yoochun suggests softly. "I'd give you a hug right now but I can't, so here's my vocal kick in the pants for you. Stop defining him by his job and get to know him. He's just another guy. He still puts his pants on one leg at a time in the mornings, okay? He'd appreciate attention for who he really is."
Changmin fiddles with his hair and sighs. "I know, you're right. You have strange nuggets of wisdom waiting to be found, don't you?"
"For sure! I've got so many backlogged that they're like diamonds more than gold."
"There are laxatives for that, you know."
"...You are a wanker."
---
Needless to say, Changmin has a hard time asking Yunho out to coffee. He's not a little teenage girl, not by a long shot, but that doesn't mean that every time gets close, his palms don't sweat and get all clammy and his brain switches places with his cock and his tongue ties itself into an impossible knot until long after Yunho leaves again. He's just nervous to fuck it up. Yunho's the entire reason why he even got started in this line of work and as hard as it is, Changmin loves it. He has Yunho to indirectly thank for that.
Lisa likes to meddle, it's in her tiny little English girl blood. After telling him he's a wanker fifty-thousand different ways, she goes behind his back and tells Yunho something Changmin never figures out because one afternoon, just as he's helping Yunho change, the older man reaches out to take his wrist and doesn't let go.
"Is something wrong?" Changmin asks weakly, willing himself not to twitch like a nutcase.
"So...I've been wondering," Yunho says softly, looking a little nervous himself, "um...if you're not busy after work today, I don't know, maybe you'd like to-"
"I'd love to!" Changmin almost shouts. He flushes immediately and lowers his voice. "Wait, what were you going to say?"
Yunho blinks and then bursts out laughing. "Late night coffee okay with you?"
Changmin swallows his own tongue but it's fine. He nods and nods and nods and grins and grins and fucking grins and he swears the sun came out today just for him.
---
The coffee date goes fantastically. Changmin can't even describe it.
He was nervous at first but when Yunho dresses down, he dresses down for comfort both for himself and the other party. Changmin relaxes after three minutes and laughs endlessly at all the little anecdotes Yunho has for him, enamored with all the tales around the world that Yunho's lived for himself, certain that he has stars and hearts in his eyes. He doesn't look away from Yunho for a single second, hanging onto every word, so eager and enthusiastic that he catches the amused looks from their waitress and instead of being embarrassed, he's proud of himself for getting this far. Even if he doesn't get any further, he's achieved a part of his dream. Coffee with Jung Yunho, squished together in a quaint cafe, their long legs forcing them to knock knees under the table.
Changmin doesn't stop ordering coffee. He doesn't want the night to end, not even once it hits 1 in the morning and he's had so much coffee that he needs to pee like a racehorse because his back teeth are just about floating. Even then, he orders one more, not wanting Yunho to leave just yet.
Once he really can't hold it anymore, Changmin runs to the bathroom and then back again, trying to hide his disappointment the best he can to see that Yunho's already paid for both of them and is getting ready to leave.
Yunho drives him home and Changmin makes him stop a few blocks away, not wanting Yunho to see how crappy the apartment he's living in really is.
"Thanks for the great night hyung," Changmin says softly, offering a small smile as he unbuckles his seatbelt. "Um...drive safely, okay?"
"You too," Yunho replies, watching as Changmin slowly gets out of the car. Just as the younger man shuts the door, he furiously rolls the window down to lean over and call out. "Changmin-ah! Wait!"
Changmin almost falls over in his haste to do a 360 and stares.
"Want to do this again tomorrow?"
---
Yunho likes routine. It's comforting and stable and safe and a routine is something he just about never has since he's an in-high-demand model.
But he's loving his late Manila nights.
All the coffee can't be good for him and his teeth, but Yunho doesn't want to give it up. He switches over to tea and honey halfway through but it doesn't matter; hanging out with Changmin is fun and it's fantastic. He can see the idol worship in the younger man's eyes and he knows Changmin likes him, but the glamor eventually wears away, it always does. For now, he's happy to just be friends; it's great that Changmin seems to genuinely want to get to know him.
The runway show comes closer and closer until it's finally here. Yunho gently influences the staff so Changmin is on his personal team, very happy to be greeted by the bright-eyed, gorgeous boy with the gentle hands every time he comes off the catwalk.
It's a huge success. At the end of the night, they all section off into groups and go out partying and drinking, Yunho slipping away with Changmin in the middle of it so they can go to their cafe instead.
At sometime around 4 in the morning, Yunho drops Changmin off a few blocks away from his apartment just like he always does, tilting his head to the side curiously when Changmin doesn't move. "Something wrong, Changmin-ah?"
"Mm..." Changmin replies quietly, "are you going to be leaving the country again now that the runway show's over?"
"Well...probably. I think I'm staying another day and then I'm heading for Paris again?"
"Oh."
Yunho sighs quietly and reaches over to ruffle Changmin's hair. "You okay?"
"You can keep driving," Changmin says softly, pointing straight ahead. "I actually live pretty far from here."
Yunho's slightly taken back but does as Changmin says, driving a few more blocks into an area of the city that's not fantastic, a bit upset that the younger man's been walking by himself so late at night for such a distance. "Changmin-ah, you sure you're okay?"
"Do you want to come up for coffee?" Changmin asks, his words so sudden and forced like he's been waiting to get them out for the longest time. He's staring at the dashboard and silence stretches between them. "Or...tea, or anything?"
Yunho grips the steering wheel a little tighter. He knows what coffee means. "Um... it's okay, I'm not really thirsty. Plus, it's late, you know..."
More silence. Changmin doesn't turn to look at him. "Oh," he eventually replies, sitting very still. Suddenly, he works at his seatbelt like he wants to run, fidgeting with it before pushing the car door open. "Goodnight, Yunho-hyung," he whispers, closing the door quietly before walking away.
Yunho sighs but doesn't call out to Changmin this time, watching from his car until the younger man disappears into the building. Then, he drives off.
---
Changmin doesn't have a job after the runway show is over. He was only hired as an errand boy and he's let go after that with a sizable severance package and a $2000 gift card to be used up at any Armani store tucked in his back pocket. He returns to Korea and picks his life up where he dropped it, returning to school and his part-time job, feeling so trapped now that he's stuck doing what he's always told himself he has to do.
Once every two weeks, he receives an email from Yunho. The older man is very prompt in sending them even though Changmin knows how busy he must be.
The words never even hint at what happened that night now months ago, even though Changmin can't get it out of his mind. It was rejection, pure and simple, and as much as he tells himself to move on and not care, he can't move on and he can't not care. Every time he gets an email, his heart will clench and he'll feel a little nauseous from the twin feelings of dread and joy battling around in his stomach, and though he tells himself he can just ignore them, he always replies to them anyway.
Yunho sends pictures of himself in different areas of the world because Changmin's always liked these little stories. There are pictures of strange artifacts that Yunho sees in India, tables of food that he's treated to in China, coconuts galore that he drinks out of in Hawaii, tons of shots of clothing stores on the streets of London. More often than not, they're accompanied by snippets of conversation that Yunho remembers from the people around him, things that make Changmin laugh before they make him want to cry. When the emails always ask him how he's doing, he can't help but reply in responses half the length of Yunho's, no pictures to send, no stories to tell, nothing exciting to relay.
Even then, Yunho's emails never stop. They're like kind, happy torture for the soul.
Days melt to weeks bleed to months and one cold November day, Changmin goes to the library to pick up the latest Armani catalogue. He finds Yunho in a four page spread and cuts all the pages out to keep in a shoebox, magazine clippings and folded posters and crinkled receipts from every coffee date he ever went on with Yunho. He likes to think that if he can contain this, then it won't be such a big deal. But that's just him in denial again.
Just as he's contemplating burning it all, Changmin startles when his phone starts to ring. "Hello? Yoochun, are you calling me from a payphone again?"
"No, actually, this is Yoochun's friend calling from Paris?"
"...Hello?"
"Hi, you don't know me, but my name's Jaejoong. The guy who helped set you up with the job last year?"
"Oh, um, Jaejoong-sshi, it's-"
"Yeah okay, I don't have a lot of time," Jaejoong interrupts. "I heard that you've been mopey lately from Yoochunnie and it's none of my concern, really, but see, Yunja's been acting mopey too and he keeps checking his email like a teenage girl every two weeks-" There's suddenly some rustling and cries of outrage in the background. Changmin stares at the phone with wide, wide eyes. That sounded like...Yunho? "-anyway! Like I was- SHUT UP YUNHO I'M DOING YOU A FAVOR! Anyway, like I was saying, he misses the flying fuck out of you and he's depressed that you reply with short, clipped emails which by the way I read on his iphone and are you the least interesting person on the planet or what? I mean come on! Wait, what was I saying?"
"What...?" Changmin agrees. Indeed, what is Jaejoong saying?
"Okay, whatever, I'm just calling you to tell you that he's really into you, okay? Are we all clear now? No more playing violin on your wrists and bad miscommunication?"
"...I don't..."
"Oh you idiot, he didn't go up for coffee with you because he thought it was the right thing to do, okay? People ask him out to coffee left and right about sixty-three times a day just for the sake of getting in his pants and he didn't want you to get the impression that he only asked you out for coffee in order to sleep with you. Are we absolutely clear now?"
The lightbulb that goes off in Changmin's face is bright enough to blind him.
"I'll take your silence as a yes. Ugh you little- I'm calling you long-distance and you know what? No, I have a show and I need to get my hair done so you either call Yunho yourself and apologize and make up or I'm...I don't know, I can't think of any threats right now because Yunho's clinging to my leg and crying YES YOU ARE SO CRYING so I'm hanging up on you. It was nice to meet you and I look forward to the wedding invitations. Bye, Changmin!"
Click.
Changmin drops the phone on the ground and squirms around on his bed in joy for ten minutes straight.
---
"Nice to see you back, wanker," Lisa greets, patting Changmin on the bicep. "Looks like someone in management likes you."
"Guess so," Changmin replies, the biggest grin on his face. It's Paris' Fashion Week and that means extra hands on deck and that means he's here again to see Yunho and work things out.
He's thrown into the chaos again but Changmin's loving it. It's fun, it's crazy, it's vibrant, it's everything his life back in Korea isn't. This time, he doesn't plan on fucking up and leaving again. This time, he's going to do things right.
Changmin runs around with heels and suits and feather boas and safety pins lodged in every pocket that he has on his body, fixing hair and clothing and grabbing water for dehydrated models and food for the ones about to die of starvation. He sees Yunho a lot of times and they even get to touch once, just as Yunho's coming off the runway all sweaty from the stage lights and stripping naked to change into his next outfit. The stuff of dreams aren't that farfetched if you're willing to work for them. Changmin hides a smile and does his best not to look too far down south, amused by the way that this time around, it's Yunho with the blush across his face and eyes nervously cast to the floor.
Once it all winds down again, Changmin sits back and waits for people to filter out, approaching Yunho first once they're left in relative privacy.
"Hi, Yunho-hyung."
"Hi, Changmin-ah."
"Do you have some time?"
Yunho smiles a little and nods, standing as he gestures towards the door. "I've got all night."
---
They go to one of many, many cafes in Paris, the atmosphere always sweet and romantic. Changmin orders a hot chocolate and Yunho orders tea as always, and this time, Changmin makes sure to press his knees to Yunho's, their feet playing innocent footsie under the table.
Catching up doesn't take too long, it takes forever. But that's okay, Changmin's always loved to listen.
They order more drinks, order little baked goods, head off to the bathroom together so they can pee side to side in the urinals, Changmin laughing to himself the whole time at how strange their situation is. Yunho's really just another guy. There's no need to objectify him or put him on any pedestal. Why bother? He's so much warmer when he's close by at Changmin's side.
After it gets too late to stay, Yunho drives Changmin to his tiny little apartment as always.
"Do you want to come up for coffee?" Changmin offers softly, his heart thumping again, looking up into Yunho's eyes this time around.
Yunho thinks about it. Then he smiles, killing the engine and grabbing his keys. "Only if you give me a place to stay for the night."
---
Omake!! :DD
Coffee is really code for sex, everyone knows that. Yunho just never thought Changmin could speak his language so well.
"Harder!" Changmin screams, cheeks flushed from exertion, squirming around endlessly as he digs his heels into Yunho's lower back. "Fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck me!!"
Yunho growls and refuses to comply, leaning down to bite hard on Changmin's lip. "You better let me enjoy myself. Don't rush me."
Changmin's eyes flash and he clenches around Yunho's cock, smirking at the groan he elicits. "Is that what you really want?" He licks his lip and throws his weight to the side, pushing and wriggling until he's got Yunho flat on his back, reaching out to pin the older man's wrists to the bed. "Forget it, I don't need you to fuck me. You just stay there with your nice big cock and I'll do the rest of the work, okay?"
Yunho doesn't even know what to say. He lets out a garbled cry of Changmin's name when the younger man immediately starts to buck above him, thighs squeezing his sides, head thrown back in utter ecstasy as he bounces like it's nobody's business.
Changmin rides Yunho's cock like it's his sole purpose in life. He takes Yunho's huge erection in down to the hilt, whimpering whenever he doesn't scream, his hole pushed wide open as he fucks himself with vigor, the catharsis of this session so overwhelming that he's already on edge. One look down and Changmin can only moan, his own cock hard and bouncing along with him, precome smeared all over Yunho's belly.
"Want...want to come," Changmin pants, falling forward to press his hands to either side of Yunho's head. He's getting tired. Moaning lustily, Changmin starts to swivel his hips, squeezing Yunho's cock inside of him as far as it'll go, willing it to nudge against his prostate even harder.
Yunho plants his feet and grabs harder to Changmin's hips. "Come give me a kiss," he whispers, tongue out and ready when Changmin's soft lips come crashing to his. It's a messy, wet, all over the place kiss, the wet sounds of their kissing almost as sensual as the slap of his thighs against Changmin's ass as he starts picking up the slack. Yunho thrusts up each time Changmin comes down, reveling in the breathless cries torn from Changmin's lips. "Come if you want, come all over me, let me see."
Changmin whines with pleasure and beings to tremble, his elbows giving out, suddenly hiding in Yunho's neck. "Wanna come, so c-close, Yunho, Yunho!"
Yunho grits his teeth and winds his arms around Changmin's body to pull the younger man closer. He can feel his own orgasm closing in and redoubles his efforts to thrust harder and faster and deeper, his balls slapping Changmin's ass with the force of his thrusts, dragging the younger man down on his cock so hard that Changmin's making choking noises right in his ear.
The squirming only lasts for so long, and then Yunho feels a flash of heat across his stomach and chest, Changmin arched and tense and quiet above him, utter silence before there's a noisy gasp for air. Yunho moans and closes his eyes, waiting for the most intense of Changmin's orgasm to subside before he starts thrusting again, not needing much help before he's coming himself.
Changmin arches again when he feels liquid heat shoot through him, mouth open in a silent scream, face contorted in an expression of near pain as he feels another wave of pleasure tear through him.
Once Yunho's finally done, Changmin collapses completely, moaning and then coughing a little at how dry his throat is.
"You okay?" Yunho whispers, fingers tangled in Changmin's hair. He strokes and pets and pulls the covers up, not minding Changmin's warm, reassuring weight at all. "We went kind of hard there."
"Mmmnnmm..." Changmin mumbles, wrapping his arms around Yunho for a tight hug, effectively clinging. "Come over for coffee more often."
Yunho laughs a little and kisses Changmin's temple, nudging at the younger man until Changmin groans and concedes to a real kiss, lips on lips until tongue gets involved, lazily tasting each other in the aftermath of their lovemaking. "Why don't you come over to my place instead? Bed's a little bigger."
"Really?" Changmin asks, waking up a little more, "is that okay?"
"Of course it's okay. Bring your stuff, I love your company."
"...Are you asking me to move in with you?"
Yunho blushes and pouts a little. "Must you always strip down my efforts to bare bones like that?"
Changmin blinks and melts. "I'll make you coffee and breakfast in the mornings."
"And we'll have coffee with each other at night. See? Perfect."
Changmin starts to laugh and hugs Yunho tight, kissing him all over, eyes bright and mismatched in his happiness. "Wear your Armani suit and I'll have coffee with you the entire day on every surface and wall you've got in your apartment."
Yunho grins and kisses Changmin on the nose. "Whatever you'd like. I think it's about time I started catering to you."
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i need to write my essay. :x this was also written between 2 and 5am so if it's incoherent and loaded with grammar/spelling mistakes...:x 8D?
yunho/changmin
nc-17
when changmin pursues high fashion.
for apocryphalic. this isn't chicklit, this is dicklit. be warned of...everything!
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Changmin's been told since he was an awkward as fuck teenager that he should model. He's never taken interest in that kind of stuff, partly because he thinks modeling's for the beautiful but too dumb to succeed anywhere else in life, mostly because he thinks about strutting down a catwalk in Milan in front of hundreds of thousands of people and gets the distinct urge to void himself in his pants. But that part he keeps hush hush.
---
He struggles and refuses and grits his teeth and bears all of the photogs and scouts and agents who accost him on the street, begging for him to model for one thing or another, rather successful with his adamant refusals right up until he turns 21.
Secretly, Changmin likes to go to the library and borrow their copies of the newest fashion magazines. There are style tips and clothing advice that help him look good and as much as he doesn't want to admit it to himself, Changmin knows he's pretty much a narcissist. He knows he's goodlooking from a purely objective point of view, but because of that, he always turns to stare at his own reflection whenever he so much as walks past a building with a semi-reflective surface for walls, sometimes even stopping to get that lock of hair on his head to sit just right. Rarely does he stop fidgeting with his sleeves or touching his hair and it's become a rather vicious habit.
Cooped up in the safety of his room, Changmin opens the most recent Armani catalogue, eyes skimming over the glossy pages and fingers trailing after his gaze. A part of him wishes he had the guts to say yes to one of the photographers who approach him in the streets. Maybe trying it out wouldn't be so bad...
And then he sees him on page 69. So apt. Dark brown hair, sharp almond eyes, lithe build but clearly cut under that gorgeous, clinging Armani suit, biceps and thighs defined and ready to tear their way out of that 85% pure new wool.
Changmin develops himself a little crush.
---
"Do you see him?" Changmin whispers, shoving the magazine in Yoochun's face, voice low and bedroom door locked in case his sisters are eavesdropping. He's a bit neurotic.
"I see him," Yoochun replies, reaching out to pat Changmin on the shoulder. "You, my friend, need to get yourself laid. He's just a model in a magazine."
Changmin frowns. "I think he's nearly perfect. And if I can maybe get backstage on an Armani shoot, I don't know, I could help out with his hair and run my fingers through it, you know? Or bring him his suit and he'll be sweaty from all the stage lights and I would have to help undress him and redress him and you know how models are, underwear discouraged because it gets in the way of changing and shows under clingy fabrics and I'd see him naked all the time."
"...I thought you wanted to maybe work in medicine someday?"
Changmin sticks a leg out from the bed and points at it. "Do you see this? Free meal ticket. I'm not stubby like you."
"You're not sane like me either. Besides, I thought you never wanted to model."
"I don't, I just want to be a pretty face so they'll take interest and hire me and then work as a behind the scenes guy. I don't mind paperwork."
"You're so strange."
"Are you going to encourage me as it outlines in your duties as a best friend or what?"
"Okay, okay," Yoochun concedes, throwing his hands up in the air, "I'll talk to a friend of a friend and see if Armani's hiring anywhere in Korea. But you know, you don't exactly have the credentials to-"
Changmin sticks out his other leg too.
"Fine fine fine!" Yoochun cries, "Mile-long, I get it!"
---
Just his shitty luck.
Now that he actually wants to work in the fashion industry, the one company he cares to work for isn't interested in him. Changmin travels as far as he can out of Seoul for interviews, but each time he's out in the waiting room, all he sees are beautiful people left and right, resumes and portfolios clutched in their well manicured hands, clad in nothing but expensive Armani.
Changmin doesn't have that kind of money. Maybe that's also why he doesn't get a call back; among the beautiful, he's just another face.
But he wants this. He wants it so much, has already funneled so many hours into it all for a little crush that he would be embarrassed not to keep trying.
Months pass, his wallet suffers, Changmin takes to eating white rice with tuna and kimchi to minimize living expenses. He finally agrees to oddjobs here and there, taking photos for local magazines, making cameos for 3 seconds at a time in sneaker commercials where no one gets to see his face, acting as an insignificant extra in any movies currently being shot in Seoul. He had completely underestimated how hard it is to really make it big in this business.
---
Luck finally finds him on the verge of giving up, just like luck always does.
Yoochun's in the insider circle and Changmin doesn't know why. He knows Yoochun's very close with some bigshot model but he's never really asked any details since said bigshot model's always out of the country being big and famous. He gets a call from Yoochun one day saying that an assistant just got fired and they're in desperate need of an errand boy for the upcoming Armani Fall runway show.
Changmin scribbles down the number to call and hangs up on Yoochun in the middle of a word. He needs this.
---
They fly him out to Milan.
Changmin never thought it would happen. One night, he's lying in bed, excited that whoever spoke with him over the phone has agreed to an interview, and the next morning, in the interview office, they asked him all of three questions before handing him an airplane ticket to hustle him out of the country. Apparently, his English is passable enough for this job.
He literally drops everything. If he thinks about, leaving his entire life behind for the sake of a hot guy he saw on page 69 of an Armani catalogue is ridiculous, but this has become so much bigger than that. He could really be doing something with his life instead of sitting in front of his laptop for 25 hours at a time to slave over yet another pointless essay or counting thousands of fruitflies during lab until his eyes crossed. Instead of the constant denial that he didn't care or that he's above all of this fashion business, Changmin could just start...admitting it to himself that he likes it.
The second he hits Milan, he gets whisked away in a van, squished between three other people looking haggard and like they could all use ten months of sleep.
"Welcome to the life of menial labor," one of them says.
"Uh," Changmin replies. Then bows his head awkwardly before shoving out his hand for a handshake. "My name is Shim Changmin. It's nice to meet you."
"God I could use a hot fucking venti right about now," the girl next to him mourns.
"As if, bitch! You'd be slayed for having a drink in your hand while working with all those gorgeous clothes."
"Do you have any caffeine pills?"
"Actually, yes!"
"I love you, you wanker."
Changmin withdraws his hand and remains very quiet for the rest of the trip.
---
It's nothing like anything he's ever imagined. The stage from the front is always come and cool and collected, but backstage, it's chaos. There are multiple rehearsal days and even without an audience, it's freaking hell break loose and so much stress and fury and yelling and clothes and sequins and safety pins everywhere that he just about loses his mind.
As the new errand boy, Changmin's treated like dirt, always sent out to pick up Starbucks or to run around delivering package A to point B and bring back receipt C from point D. But he doesn't hate it.
He's surrounded by people he's seen before in magazines and TV shows and his pride swells every time a model confuses him as a new model instead of a gofer. He enjoys the business and the crazy yelling and he loves that the lady models love him since he's new enough to be nice and because his Korean accented English is apparently adorable.
It probably helps that here, he can be out and proud. The female models point men out to him to avoid, whispering that they're gay for pay just to make themselves appear for suitable for the fashion business. Quite ridiculous.
Whenever he can, Changmin casually asks about the model from page 69.
Apparently, his name is Jung Yunho, has been a model since a teen, scouted from Korea years ago and never once looked back. All the models seem to adore him, men and women alike, and it's not hard to see why. They gush about Yunho's kindness, how he donates money to starving children all over the world because he loves kids and he's a bleeding heart like that, how he actually helps the elderly cross streets, how he's cool and collected when you see him from afar but up close, he's really a big kid who tends to be cute at the strangest of times. And even though he doesn't have the perfect body and under all that makeup, his skin's marred with scars, his personality more than makes up for the physical faults and that's why he's such a big international star. He's a theif of hearts, that's for sure, and it's got nothing to do with his face.
Changmin thinks he might actually have competition from this gaggle of models.
---
Jung Yunho arrives only two weeks before the runway show.
He's been busy bouncing around from Paris to LA doing other things and only now cleared up his schedule to prepare in Milan.
The other staff members know about his immense crush on Yunho. Not willingly on his part, of course, only because he had fallen asleep on an amp once backstage and the faded, crinkled page 69 sticking out of his back pocket got yanked away by curious fingers. He still hasn't lived it down but the teasing's kind of nice. Reminds him of Yoochun.
"Go over," Lisa mumbles, nudging him so hard in the side that it knocks his breath away. "Introduce yourself. He's super nice. He talks to all the staff and knows us by name. Now's your chance, wanker!"
"I'm nervous," Changmin mumbles right back, shoving her a little. "What do I say?"
"Say something lame, he likes that."
She shoves him so hard that he goes stumbling forward and walks into a rack of clothing, face burning as Yunho turns to look at him. "He-hello," Changmin stutters, robotically raising a stiff arm, "my name is Shim Changmin. It's nice to meet you."
Yunho stares for a little more. Changmin imagines himself to be a fleck of dust to be sucked away in a vacuum.
Suddenly, a big, warm hand takes his own, long, gorgeous fingers curled into the center of his palm in a backwards handshake. Changmin's head snaps up and his heart stops beating to see Yunho's welcoming face, warm eyes curved up in amusement and friendliness, lush lips set in the most gorgeous smile he's ever seen.
"Hi Changmin," Yunho replies in Korean, arm held out awkwardly over the back of his chair to reach Changmin's hand so far away, "I'm Yunho, but you can just call me hyung."
---
"He said to just call him hyung!!" Changmin whispers into the phone, sitting in his tiny mattress in his even tinier apartment, the only one he could afford on his wages.
Yoochun yawns, the sound crackled over the bad connection of his phone card. "And do you call him hyung?"
"Well, when I see him, yeah..."
"You never call me hyung."
Changmin scowls and makes a face. "I don't have wet dreams about you either. Do you want that to change?"
"You know, you always call me to either gush over Yunho or to tell me something inappropriate enough to make me want to stick my head in a blender."
"At least be happy for me."
"I am happy for you, Minnie Mouse, I just wish you'd grow a pair and ask him out to coffee."
"Well maybe if I wasn't a mousette..." Changmin grumbles, put out only because he knows Yoochun's right. Yunho wouldn't deny him coffee; Yunho probably wouldn't deny him anything. But that's just it. Yunho's nice because he's just like that, not because he's particularly interested. Changmin doesn't know how to catch Yunho's interest when there are so many other beautiful people around vying for the same attention.
"Just talk to him and stop thinking of him as a model," Yoochun suggests softly. "I'd give you a hug right now but I can't, so here's my vocal kick in the pants for you. Stop defining him by his job and get to know him. He's just another guy. He still puts his pants on one leg at a time in the mornings, okay? He'd appreciate attention for who he really is."
Changmin fiddles with his hair and sighs. "I know, you're right. You have strange nuggets of wisdom waiting to be found, don't you?"
"For sure! I've got so many backlogged that they're like diamonds more than gold."
"There are laxatives for that, you know."
"...You are a wanker."
---
Needless to say, Changmin has a hard time asking Yunho out to coffee. He's not a little teenage girl, not by a long shot, but that doesn't mean that every time gets close, his palms don't sweat and get all clammy and his brain switches places with his cock and his tongue ties itself into an impossible knot until long after Yunho leaves again. He's just nervous to fuck it up. Yunho's the entire reason why he even got started in this line of work and as hard as it is, Changmin loves it. He has Yunho to indirectly thank for that.
Lisa likes to meddle, it's in her tiny little English girl blood. After telling him he's a wanker fifty-thousand different ways, she goes behind his back and tells Yunho something Changmin never figures out because one afternoon, just as he's helping Yunho change, the older man reaches out to take his wrist and doesn't let go.
"Is something wrong?" Changmin asks weakly, willing himself not to twitch like a nutcase.
"So...I've been wondering," Yunho says softly, looking a little nervous himself, "um...if you're not busy after work today, I don't know, maybe you'd like to-"
"I'd love to!" Changmin almost shouts. He flushes immediately and lowers his voice. "Wait, what were you going to say?"
Yunho blinks and then bursts out laughing. "Late night coffee okay with you?"
Changmin swallows his own tongue but it's fine. He nods and nods and nods and grins and grins and fucking grins and he swears the sun came out today just for him.
---
The coffee date goes fantastically. Changmin can't even describe it.
He was nervous at first but when Yunho dresses down, he dresses down for comfort both for himself and the other party. Changmin relaxes after three minutes and laughs endlessly at all the little anecdotes Yunho has for him, enamored with all the tales around the world that Yunho's lived for himself, certain that he has stars and hearts in his eyes. He doesn't look away from Yunho for a single second, hanging onto every word, so eager and enthusiastic that he catches the amused looks from their waitress and instead of being embarrassed, he's proud of himself for getting this far. Even if he doesn't get any further, he's achieved a part of his dream. Coffee with Jung Yunho, squished together in a quaint cafe, their long legs forcing them to knock knees under the table.
Changmin doesn't stop ordering coffee. He doesn't want the night to end, not even once it hits 1 in the morning and he's had so much coffee that he needs to pee like a racehorse because his back teeth are just about floating. Even then, he orders one more, not wanting Yunho to leave just yet.
Once he really can't hold it anymore, Changmin runs to the bathroom and then back again, trying to hide his disappointment the best he can to see that Yunho's already paid for both of them and is getting ready to leave.
Yunho drives him home and Changmin makes him stop a few blocks away, not wanting Yunho to see how crappy the apartment he's living in really is.
"Thanks for the great night hyung," Changmin says softly, offering a small smile as he unbuckles his seatbelt. "Um...drive safely, okay?"
"You too," Yunho replies, watching as Changmin slowly gets out of the car. Just as the younger man shuts the door, he furiously rolls the window down to lean over and call out. "Changmin-ah! Wait!"
Changmin almost falls over in his haste to do a 360 and stares.
"Want to do this again tomorrow?"
---
Yunho likes routine. It's comforting and stable and safe and a routine is something he just about never has since he's an in-high-demand model.
But he's loving his late Manila nights.
All the coffee can't be good for him and his teeth, but Yunho doesn't want to give it up. He switches over to tea and honey halfway through but it doesn't matter; hanging out with Changmin is fun and it's fantastic. He can see the idol worship in the younger man's eyes and he knows Changmin likes him, but the glamor eventually wears away, it always does. For now, he's happy to just be friends; it's great that Changmin seems to genuinely want to get to know him.
The runway show comes closer and closer until it's finally here. Yunho gently influences the staff so Changmin is on his personal team, very happy to be greeted by the bright-eyed, gorgeous boy with the gentle hands every time he comes off the catwalk.
It's a huge success. At the end of the night, they all section off into groups and go out partying and drinking, Yunho slipping away with Changmin in the middle of it so they can go to their cafe instead.
At sometime around 4 in the morning, Yunho drops Changmin off a few blocks away from his apartment just like he always does, tilting his head to the side curiously when Changmin doesn't move. "Something wrong, Changmin-ah?"
"Mm..." Changmin replies quietly, "are you going to be leaving the country again now that the runway show's over?"
"Well...probably. I think I'm staying another day and then I'm heading for Paris again?"
"Oh."
Yunho sighs quietly and reaches over to ruffle Changmin's hair. "You okay?"
"You can keep driving," Changmin says softly, pointing straight ahead. "I actually live pretty far from here."
Yunho's slightly taken back but does as Changmin says, driving a few more blocks into an area of the city that's not fantastic, a bit upset that the younger man's been walking by himself so late at night for such a distance. "Changmin-ah, you sure you're okay?"
"Do you want to come up for coffee?" Changmin asks, his words so sudden and forced like he's been waiting to get them out for the longest time. He's staring at the dashboard and silence stretches between them. "Or...tea, or anything?"
Yunho grips the steering wheel a little tighter. He knows what coffee means. "Um... it's okay, I'm not really thirsty. Plus, it's late, you know..."
More silence. Changmin doesn't turn to look at him. "Oh," he eventually replies, sitting very still. Suddenly, he works at his seatbelt like he wants to run, fidgeting with it before pushing the car door open. "Goodnight, Yunho-hyung," he whispers, closing the door quietly before walking away.
Yunho sighs but doesn't call out to Changmin this time, watching from his car until the younger man disappears into the building. Then, he drives off.
---
Changmin doesn't have a job after the runway show is over. He was only hired as an errand boy and he's let go after that with a sizable severance package and a $2000 gift card to be used up at any Armani store tucked in his back pocket. He returns to Korea and picks his life up where he dropped it, returning to school and his part-time job, feeling so trapped now that he's stuck doing what he's always told himself he has to do.
Once every two weeks, he receives an email from Yunho. The older man is very prompt in sending them even though Changmin knows how busy he must be.
The words never even hint at what happened that night now months ago, even though Changmin can't get it out of his mind. It was rejection, pure and simple, and as much as he tells himself to move on and not care, he can't move on and he can't not care. Every time he gets an email, his heart will clench and he'll feel a little nauseous from the twin feelings of dread and joy battling around in his stomach, and though he tells himself he can just ignore them, he always replies to them anyway.
Yunho sends pictures of himself in different areas of the world because Changmin's always liked these little stories. There are pictures of strange artifacts that Yunho sees in India, tables of food that he's treated to in China, coconuts galore that he drinks out of in Hawaii, tons of shots of clothing stores on the streets of London. More often than not, they're accompanied by snippets of conversation that Yunho remembers from the people around him, things that make Changmin laugh before they make him want to cry. When the emails always ask him how he's doing, he can't help but reply in responses half the length of Yunho's, no pictures to send, no stories to tell, nothing exciting to relay.
Even then, Yunho's emails never stop. They're like kind, happy torture for the soul.
Days melt to weeks bleed to months and one cold November day, Changmin goes to the library to pick up the latest Armani catalogue. He finds Yunho in a four page spread and cuts all the pages out to keep in a shoebox, magazine clippings and folded posters and crinkled receipts from every coffee date he ever went on with Yunho. He likes to think that if he can contain this, then it won't be such a big deal. But that's just him in denial again.
Just as he's contemplating burning it all, Changmin startles when his phone starts to ring. "Hello? Yoochun, are you calling me from a payphone again?"
"No, actually, this is Yoochun's friend calling from Paris?"
"...Hello?"
"Hi, you don't know me, but my name's Jaejoong. The guy who helped set you up with the job last year?"
"Oh, um, Jaejoong-sshi, it's-"
"Yeah okay, I don't have a lot of time," Jaejoong interrupts. "I heard that you've been mopey lately from Yoochunnie and it's none of my concern, really, but see, Yunja's been acting mopey too and he keeps checking his email like a teenage girl every two weeks-" There's suddenly some rustling and cries of outrage in the background. Changmin stares at the phone with wide, wide eyes. That sounded like...Yunho? "-anyway! Like I was- SHUT UP YUNHO I'M DOING YOU A FAVOR! Anyway, like I was saying, he misses the flying fuck out of you and he's depressed that you reply with short, clipped emails which by the way I read on his iphone and are you the least interesting person on the planet or what? I mean come on! Wait, what was I saying?"
"What...?" Changmin agrees. Indeed, what is Jaejoong saying?
"Okay, whatever, I'm just calling you to tell you that he's really into you, okay? Are we all clear now? No more playing violin on your wrists and bad miscommunication?"
"...I don't..."
"Oh you idiot, he didn't go up for coffee with you because he thought it was the right thing to do, okay? People ask him out to coffee left and right about sixty-three times a day just for the sake of getting in his pants and he didn't want you to get the impression that he only asked you out for coffee in order to sleep with you. Are we absolutely clear now?"
The lightbulb that goes off in Changmin's face is bright enough to blind him.
"I'll take your silence as a yes. Ugh you little- I'm calling you long-distance and you know what? No, I have a show and I need to get my hair done so you either call Yunho yourself and apologize and make up or I'm...I don't know, I can't think of any threats right now because Yunho's clinging to my leg and crying YES YOU ARE SO CRYING so I'm hanging up on you. It was nice to meet you and I look forward to the wedding invitations. Bye, Changmin!"
Click.
Changmin drops the phone on the ground and squirms around on his bed in joy for ten minutes straight.
---
"Nice to see you back, wanker," Lisa greets, patting Changmin on the bicep. "Looks like someone in management likes you."
"Guess so," Changmin replies, the biggest grin on his face. It's Paris' Fashion Week and that means extra hands on deck and that means he's here again to see Yunho and work things out.
He's thrown into the chaos again but Changmin's loving it. It's fun, it's crazy, it's vibrant, it's everything his life back in Korea isn't. This time, he doesn't plan on fucking up and leaving again. This time, he's going to do things right.
Changmin runs around with heels and suits and feather boas and safety pins lodged in every pocket that he has on his body, fixing hair and clothing and grabbing water for dehydrated models and food for the ones about to die of starvation. He sees Yunho a lot of times and they even get to touch once, just as Yunho's coming off the runway all sweaty from the stage lights and stripping naked to change into his next outfit. The stuff of dreams aren't that farfetched if you're willing to work for them. Changmin hides a smile and does his best not to look too far down south, amused by the way that this time around, it's Yunho with the blush across his face and eyes nervously cast to the floor.
Once it all winds down again, Changmin sits back and waits for people to filter out, approaching Yunho first once they're left in relative privacy.
"Hi, Yunho-hyung."
"Hi, Changmin-ah."
"Do you have some time?"
Yunho smiles a little and nods, standing as he gestures towards the door. "I've got all night."
---
They go to one of many, many cafes in Paris, the atmosphere always sweet and romantic. Changmin orders a hot chocolate and Yunho orders tea as always, and this time, Changmin makes sure to press his knees to Yunho's, their feet playing innocent footsie under the table.
Catching up doesn't take too long, it takes forever. But that's okay, Changmin's always loved to listen.
They order more drinks, order little baked goods, head off to the bathroom together so they can pee side to side in the urinals, Changmin laughing to himself the whole time at how strange their situation is. Yunho's really just another guy. There's no need to objectify him or put him on any pedestal. Why bother? He's so much warmer when he's close by at Changmin's side.
After it gets too late to stay, Yunho drives Changmin to his tiny little apartment as always.
"Do you want to come up for coffee?" Changmin offers softly, his heart thumping again, looking up into Yunho's eyes this time around.
Yunho thinks about it. Then he smiles, killing the engine and grabbing his keys. "Only if you give me a place to stay for the night."
---
Omake!! :DD
Coffee is really code for sex, everyone knows that. Yunho just never thought Changmin could speak his language so well.
"Harder!" Changmin screams, cheeks flushed from exertion, squirming around endlessly as he digs his heels into Yunho's lower back. "Fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck me!!"
Yunho growls and refuses to comply, leaning down to bite hard on Changmin's lip. "You better let me enjoy myself. Don't rush me."
Changmin's eyes flash and he clenches around Yunho's cock, smirking at the groan he elicits. "Is that what you really want?" He licks his lip and throws his weight to the side, pushing and wriggling until he's got Yunho flat on his back, reaching out to pin the older man's wrists to the bed. "Forget it, I don't need you to fuck me. You just stay there with your nice big cock and I'll do the rest of the work, okay?"
Yunho doesn't even know what to say. He lets out a garbled cry of Changmin's name when the younger man immediately starts to buck above him, thighs squeezing his sides, head thrown back in utter ecstasy as he bounces like it's nobody's business.
Changmin rides Yunho's cock like it's his sole purpose in life. He takes Yunho's huge erection in down to the hilt, whimpering whenever he doesn't scream, his hole pushed wide open as he fucks himself with vigor, the catharsis of this session so overwhelming that he's already on edge. One look down and Changmin can only moan, his own cock hard and bouncing along with him, precome smeared all over Yunho's belly.
"Want...want to come," Changmin pants, falling forward to press his hands to either side of Yunho's head. He's getting tired. Moaning lustily, Changmin starts to swivel his hips, squeezing Yunho's cock inside of him as far as it'll go, willing it to nudge against his prostate even harder.
Yunho plants his feet and grabs harder to Changmin's hips. "Come give me a kiss," he whispers, tongue out and ready when Changmin's soft lips come crashing to his. It's a messy, wet, all over the place kiss, the wet sounds of their kissing almost as sensual as the slap of his thighs against Changmin's ass as he starts picking up the slack. Yunho thrusts up each time Changmin comes down, reveling in the breathless cries torn from Changmin's lips. "Come if you want, come all over me, let me see."
Changmin whines with pleasure and beings to tremble, his elbows giving out, suddenly hiding in Yunho's neck. "Wanna come, so c-close, Yunho, Yunho!"
Yunho grits his teeth and winds his arms around Changmin's body to pull the younger man closer. He can feel his own orgasm closing in and redoubles his efforts to thrust harder and faster and deeper, his balls slapping Changmin's ass with the force of his thrusts, dragging the younger man down on his cock so hard that Changmin's making choking noises right in his ear.
The squirming only lasts for so long, and then Yunho feels a flash of heat across his stomach and chest, Changmin arched and tense and quiet above him, utter silence before there's a noisy gasp for air. Yunho moans and closes his eyes, waiting for the most intense of Changmin's orgasm to subside before he starts thrusting again, not needing much help before he's coming himself.
Changmin arches again when he feels liquid heat shoot through him, mouth open in a silent scream, face contorted in an expression of near pain as he feels another wave of pleasure tear through him.
Once Yunho's finally done, Changmin collapses completely, moaning and then coughing a little at how dry his throat is.
"You okay?" Yunho whispers, fingers tangled in Changmin's hair. He strokes and pets and pulls the covers up, not minding Changmin's warm, reassuring weight at all. "We went kind of hard there."
"Mmmnnmm..." Changmin mumbles, wrapping his arms around Yunho for a tight hug, effectively clinging. "Come over for coffee more often."
Yunho laughs a little and kisses Changmin's temple, nudging at the younger man until Changmin groans and concedes to a real kiss, lips on lips until tongue gets involved, lazily tasting each other in the aftermath of their lovemaking. "Why don't you come over to my place instead? Bed's a little bigger."
"Really?" Changmin asks, waking up a little more, "is that okay?"
"Of course it's okay. Bring your stuff, I love your company."
"...Are you asking me to move in with you?"
Yunho blushes and pouts a little. "Must you always strip down my efforts to bare bones like that?"
Changmin blinks and melts. "I'll make you coffee and breakfast in the mornings."
"And we'll have coffee with each other at night. See? Perfect."
Changmin starts to laugh and hugs Yunho tight, kissing him all over, eyes bright and mismatched in his happiness. "Wear your Armani suit and I'll have coffee with you the entire day on every surface and wall you've got in your apartment."
Yunho grins and kisses Changmin on the nose. "Whatever you'd like. I think it's about time I started catering to you."
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i need to write my essay. :x this was also written between 2 and 5am so if it's incoherent and loaded with grammar/spelling mistakes...:x 8D?