ready steady underground
ready steady underground
yunho/changmin
nc-17
oh, to rule the world.
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Fact: everybody wants to rule the world.
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Ever since Changmin was little, he's always thought that the world could do with some improvement.
For one: why aren't the sidewalks built with those conveyor belt things like they have in airports? It would make transportation so much easier, and he's willing to bet people would go out and walk more instead of drive if they could get to where they needed to go faster and more efficiently. And another: what is the point of umbrellas when they don't protect against wind that blows rain right into your face? Rainfall comes with gusts of wind 98% of the time and Changmin hates it when he's walking down the street and his umbrella suddenly flips backwards because it's too frail to fight against a small breeze. And yet another: why aren't full-body water suits available? During the season when it's hotter than a lava pit in summer in hell and he's sweating like Niagara Falls, it would make so much sense to have a rubber suit that he could fill up with water and walk around in.
Disillusioned with the state of the world and all of its shortcomings, Changmin can't help but wish for more. He wants convenience, change, and something else that should start with a c to keep his set of words all starting with c's, and he would rather have it sooner than later.
It isn't until his final year in college that it hits him: if he wants change, then he's got to start the process himself.
---
In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea to seek out Jaejoong of all people and present his idea with an eager, hopeful face just waiting to be kicked in. Jaejoong snickers at him and then right out points and laughs, not stopping even when Changmin hits him in the face and pulls his hair.
"Rule the world!?" Jaejoong crows, "how're you going to do that!?" He gives Changmin his I-love-you-and-even-though-you-pretend-you're-smarter-than-me-I-know-you're-really-as-smart-as-a-bag-of-blunt-nails-you-neurotic-freak look (the one Changmin despises the very, very most, blast it), then lights a cigarette, intent on dying of his vices before this fortieth birthday. Because, according to Jaejoong, what's the point of living if your age starts with any number higher than a three?
"Mugs."
That sends Jaejoong on a brand new spluttering spree, collapsing back into Changmin's beanbag chair, laughing so hard that there are tears in his eyes. Changmin's eye twitches as he listens to that triplet HA-HA-HA again and again and makes a small note in his notebook of Domination Plans:
• Throw Jaejoong in dungeons and deprive of all hair and facial products after successful conquest
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"But...mugs?" Junsu asks, confused.
Changmin would think that he was being insulted if it were anyone but Junsu asking him. "Mugs!" he repeats, "I would start small so no one would notice my plans, and no one would really think any different. I'm going to get my face printed on all of them so people can stare at my face constantly and be subconsciously welcome to the idea of having me in their home. At breakfast, most important meal of the day, they'd get their coffee or tea or milk and they'd see me! I'd be part of every family. And once I get rich off of selling those mugs, I'm going to start printing other merchandise and sell that too, until I get so rich that I can do what I want, and make people's lives so convenient that they'll vote me president of the world!"
"...That's actually a great idea!" Junsu replies, his face a mask of appreciation. Changmin quietly delights on the inside. "But how are you going to make people want to buy a mug with your face on it in the first place?"
Hm. Changmin hadn't thought of that yet. Well, it'll be easy enough. "I'll just get famous. I'll go model and I have some talent in singing. I'll target the teen girls first. They're my strongest consumer market. All of their demands will infest the rest of the world and voila, I'll be ruling it."
"Oh, I see."
"Do you have any questions?"
"I still don't really understand how you're going to start selling these mugs..."
Changmin sighs and makes another addition to his Domination Plans:
• Improve the sad state of education that it is currently festering in
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"I wouldn't buy a mug with your face on it," Yoochun tells him with a shrug, "it's super gay."
"Are you trying to say something?"
"Not about you," Yoochun says, rolling his eyes, "you're better gay than straight. I just mean...why would I keep something with your face on it in my kitchen? You might be gay but I'm not. You have a male market you need to address. Half of the planet is guys and a lot of them aren't going to be so hot on buying a mug with another dude's picture printed across it."
"Hm, this is true." Changmin looks down at his notebook and quickly scribbles a reminder to himself at the top of the page:
• Buy wig with long flowing hair for Yoochun to model in
"How long has it been since you've had sex?" Yoochun asks with disturbing nonchalance, making Changmin's face flame.
"Not that long."
"Long enough for you to suddenly want to try and take over the world. It's like I'm watching Pinky and the Brain in real life except this doesn't have a good ending."
"How does this end?"
"In prison or an asylum."
Changmin purses his lips together in a flat line and makes another note:
• GET A BOYFRIEND ASAP!! >:(
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His closest friends are all dear things, they are, but they just don't share his vision. Instead, Yoochun talks to Junsu who tattles to Jaejoong and Jaejoong rounds up a bunch of suitable people for Changmin to meet and possibly (hopefully) have sex with. They worry about him and show their concern in the worst ways possible.
Changmin finds himself sitting at a table in one of the nicest restaurants in town, the fourth excursion in the last three days. Jaejoong doesn't know the meaning of giving up on getting a friend laid. If Jaejoong could focus his efforts on something productive and meaningful at all, Changmin would hire him to run his PR department after he takes over the planet. As it stands, Jaejoong's been promoted from suffering in the dungeons to being a lowly slave who gets to shine his shoes once a week.
The last three dates were horrendous. Changmin doesn't have time for such shenanigans and it certainly doesn't help that Jaejoong's apparently told all of his current suitors that he's only interested in getting sexed. Honestly, what is he, a desperate whore?
The more he thinks about it, the more he fumes. Goddamn that Jaejoong, he ought to demote him to prisoner again...
"Um, Changmin-sshi?"
Changmin sighs. "Yes?" He looks up and inhales a sharp breath. Well now.
"Um, hi," Yunho greets, Changmin transfixed as he watches a set of plush looking lips suddenly curve up in a sloppy, sideways smile that makes the backs of his knees sweat. "I'm Yunho."
This, the textbooks will all say, was the beginning of the rest of history.
---
Yunho has no grand plans of taking over the world or anything of the like, but he does listen to all of Changmin's ideas with a friendly, accepting enthusiasm, giving encouragements here, some constructive criticisms there. Changmin had started off suspicious of Yunho's natural kindness but he quickly grew to accept it and run with it, the two of them bouncing ideas off of each other over plates of overpriced, microscopically-portioned fine dining mush.
After, Yunho invites him to get real food in Korea Town, something Changmin never says no to, so they continue to talk about taking over the world and a little bit about their hobbies, Changmin learning with glee that Yunho actually likes to invent things.
This is all very good. What's even better? Yunho seems to like staring at his ass, and that's something Changmin really doesn't mind.
They sketch out rough plans together even if Changmin's plans are still in their early stages, making a list of all of the important things that Changmin has to do. A little before midnight, Changmin convinces Yunho to get on board with things. None of his friends are dependable enough to captain this ship with him. It has to be Yunho, even if Yunho is still only a (super hot, good lord, that bulge in his pants!!!!) stranger. Four cups of bubble tea later, Changmin's set up a date for the two of them to meet again, parting ways at the end of the night with a sweet kiss to the cheek. Yunho is a gentleman.
---
Everyone seems to think that taking over the world is some epic, uphill battle, but it really isn't. Changmin takes out what little savings he has in the bank and goes to a mug-making company that does cheap custom printing in bulk. He orders 500 mugs, 200 of his face, 200 of Yunho's, and 100 of a very drunk, cross-dressed Yoochun's, setting up an online webpage to sell them.
Things start off pretty slow so Changmin prints out posters and bikes around town to stick them up everywhere he can think of. While he does that, he also contacts the closest modeling agency to his house, going in for an audition he knows he'll pass, invited to film small, local commercials and the like.
Only two months later, Changmin finds himself in front of an expensive camera to do shoots for one of those magazines with perfume samples offered between glossy pages, Yunho accompanying him most of the time to cheer him on. It doesn't take long before agents notice Yunho's long, lean limbs and handsome, small face, the two of them breaking into the risque business industry by posing for some lingerie and underwear ads together. People are so easy. Consumerism is at an all-time high and people think with their privates more than their brains, so it was only a matter of time before they collected a cult following.
Over 400 mugs sell out in a month. But what the hell is Changmin going to do with all the leftovers of drunken Yoochun in drag?
---
After half a year of making a profit from mugs and selling even more merchandise that Changmin can get his face printed on, the others start to climb on board with his project. Changmin makes an announcement on his website that he'll be producing a CD, which isn't a total lie since he's locked Jaejoong and Junsu into a recording studio together to come out with a few songs if they ever want to escape. Yoochun grudgingly agrees to put his pretty wig back on and get his makeup done right to pose as the elusive "Micka," his (her?) mugs starting to fly off the shelves at a rate that Changmin doesn't understand.
Things are going very well. Changmin is very happy.
"You look happy," Yunho comments, appearing from behind him, still dripping wet from his shower. "I'll offer you a sexual favor for your thoughts."
"You'd offer me one anyway."
"True, but I want to hear what's on your mind. I'm a great catch, didn't you know?"
Changmin laughs like a teenager and blushes like one too, turning around to lean closer than he needs to, crowding Yunho's space. "Does this mean I've caught you?"
"Do you want me to be caught by you?"
"Do you always answer people's questions with more questions?"
Yunho smiles and slips his arms around Changmin's waist to sway them from side to side. "It's because I only want to tell you what you want to hear, Mister World President."
"In that case, tell me you want me and then throw me on the bed. And then drop your towel."
Yunho can only laugh as he complies.
---
The great thing about Yunho is that he truly, honestly cares. He's one of those bleeding hearts that you pity and love at the same time in movies, always that guy that dies first in horror movies for being naive and trusting. Tha'ts Yunho in a nutshell. In romantic comedies, he's that guy who believes in true love, always getting burned and used for having such a kind heart and being easy to manipulate.
In real life, he's the guy that everyone takes for granted, Changmin included. Though his plans for world domination are going wonderfully, it's because he pours all his time and thoughts and worries on his plans that they suceed. He forgets that a relationship is the one thing in the world that needs the most work and constant, tireless attention.
"Are you really going to try and take over the world?" Yunho asks him one night, a strange stillness to his voice.
"Of course I am," Changmin replies instantly, going over his charts and doing his bookkeeping, not even bothering to look back. "it's what I've always wanted."
"Do you think we can go on a date this weekend?"
"Sorry Yunho-yah, I don't think I have time. You can hang out with Jaejoong though. He finally finished recording so he has spare time."
"But I want to spend my time with you."
"Next week, okay? I'm sorry, I really am."
But not sorry enough to actually spare any time.
---
They put Changmin on the cover of Forbes and settles him on top of a list of the century's most ingenious and influential people only five years after he starts his plans.
All five of them have varying degrees of fame, but since they've all agreed that Changmin is the mastermind behind all of these successes, Changmin gets the most attention. His name becomes a household one, his face or one of the other guys' faces in over 85% of homes around the world. There are appliances and trinkets that Yunho's helped him create, clothing lines that Jaejoong and Yoochun have personally designed, a successful solo career that Junsu's piloting, his voice almost constantly on the radio. The five of them model and sing and act if they want to, spreading their influence to all the nooks and crannies of the world, a creepy self-proclaimed fanbase always chanting their names at concerts and live appearances and the like. Changmin supposes that that's a good thing. They have minions!
---
There are things that Yunho's never told Changmin, mostly because he knows Changmin wouldn't really understand.
He's okay with the fact that Changmin's busy. They all have their own lives, their own things, and it's only thanks to Changmin that Yunho has as much luxury as he does now, blessed with so many indulgences that he never even dared to dream of before the younger man came into his life. Changmin is doing something productive with his time and Yunho's very proud of him. The entire world knows Shim Changmin's name.
But there are times when Yunho wants more attention, wants more love and affection, wants to be spoiled and fawned over and admired and desired as any normal person would. He wants to be loved and have the simplest things in life that have nothing to do with money or power.
Changmin's always rushing from one event to the next. There's always another press conference to give, another appearance to make, another concert to hold, another signing to attend. It's okay if Changmin sacrifices some of his private life in order to maintain his public persona. But it's not okay if he sacrifices all of it.
Yunho signed up to be Changmin's significant other, not to be his personal secretary that sometimes has sex with him. He feels like a well-paid piece of meat.
When he does try to voice his concerns to Changmin, the younger man is exhausted from a day of work and Yunho feels bad about bothering him. He knows Changmin does care, he just doesn't have the strength and time to show it, but knowing something by assumption instead of proof is rather depressing when it comes to a thing like love.
Changmin had called him long-distance over the phone the day after his birthday. Changmin had made all sorts of excuses for calling a day late; time zone fuckery, unending interviews and appearances, etcetera and what have you, and although those might all be valid, Yunho knows the real reason. Changmin forgot, simple as that. After so many years together, the immediate need to impress and dazzle and sweep feet off the ground naturally fades. Changmin no longer jumps at the chance to get to know and remember every little thing about him. Jaejoong had probably called Changmin to call Yunho after Yunho spent his entire birthday moping around waiting for a phone call that never came.
He doesn't blame Changmin for these things. He blames world domination.
---
"I quit."
The five of them sit in chambers, an awkward silence immediately falling over their round table.
"What do you mean?" Changmin asks, incredulous and taken off guard. "You can't quit."
"Well, I'm quitting. Here, I even wrote you a letter of resignation stating my reasons and giving two weeks notice."
Junsu shifts awkwardly and kicks Yoochun under the table. Yoochun glares at him and then sends brainwaves to Jaejoong who gives Changmin a glare and Yunho a pleading look.
"Yunho-yah, listen," Jaejoong starts, "I know things have been hectic lately, and I know we're all tired, but we have a really good thing going right n-"
"I don't think it's good," Yunho interjects. He shrugs, completely uncaring to censor himself around these four people. "I don't care anymore, guys. I don't have a life. I don't even have other friends because everyone suddenly wants to be my friend, either that or threaten me with death, so I don't really go around looking to make friends either. I can't go to the movies, can't go to the park, can't even use a public bathroom without a mob following me. I don't want or need a life like that and there's absolutely nothing keeping me here, so I quit. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm nearly thirty and there isn't anything in my life that I can say makes me happy."
Jaejoong's eyes glue themselves to the tabletop, counting the heavy, pounding seconds that pass like daggers being thrown across the table. He sees Changmin's hand tightens around a mug of Calpico.
"What do you mean there's nothing keeping you?" Changmin asks, his voice low and quiet. "There's everything keeping you." There's me, he adds mentally, fighting the static gnaw of dread inside his stomach. Suddenly, he thinks of all the things on his schedule that's just cleared up, making lists and lists of dates he's promised to go on with Yunho that have been backlogged for the last two years. They certainly seem much more pressing, now. He and Yunho can stay in for a night, watch a movie, cuddle on the couch, make some kimchi together to stuff in the fridge. They can take a walk in the private garden Changmin just built in all the acres of land that's this mansion's backyard, maybe go on a picnic and have turkey sandwiches while staring up at the clouds. Maybe they can just stay in bed and have a long, much overdue talk.
Maybe he should've noticed earlier, the way Yunho never laughs anymore.
Yunho shrugs again and looks away from Changmin's eyes. He pushes back with a scrape of his chair against the floor, leaving a mark that won't go away until the floors are rebuffed. "See you guys. It was nice knowing all of you."
The rest of them sit in suffocating silence once Yunho walks away, the door closing behind him with a soft click, the gentle sound echoing in Changmin's ears for a long time.
"New plan," Yoochun says quietly, "pay more attention to domestic affairs than international ones. You have to take care of what's going on at home before you take care of the rest of the world, Changmin-ah."
"I think he just broke up with me," Changmin nearly exclaims, something bordering on hysterical in his voice. "Did he just...break up with me?"
Jaejoong stands up and motions for Yoochun and Junsu to follow. "We'll just be outside if you need us."
A few minutes after they leave, they hear a mug shatter against the wall and a long, long list of expletives that eventually bleeds into quiet sobs. It's only then that Jaejoong goes back inside.
---
There's nothing in the world like Changmin's resume. He may not be the official leader of anything except his company, but behind the scenes, he pulls the strings behind every decision that matters, anywhere on the planet. He's always been better at being Shadow King.
He has patented sidewalk conveyor belts built into the busiest streets of New York, Tokyo, Paris, Montreal. His summer "Sweat? No sweat!" wetsuits are always sold out no matter what season it is. His handheld invention that repels rain through magnetism, though still in testing stages, is already in such high demand that there's a chance there will be a permanent shortage no matter how many units are made.
Shim Changmin has the entire world at his feet, and all of it has never felt emptier.
For the entirety of Yunho's two weeks notice, Changmin never runs into him even once. It seems that Yunho doesn't want to see him. The most powerful man in the world can't see the person he wants to no matter how much he demands it or wishes for it.
You see? Changmin asks himself, you're just a man.
Now that he finally has everything he's ever wanted, he doesn't want any of it. On the fifteenth day, when Yunho could be anywhere on the planet that Changmin has control of, he cancels all of his meetings and plans in order to stay in what used to be his and Yunho's shared room. He had this mansion built after his first big sale in order to house everyone together.
It isn't until Jaejoong comes to see him and take care of him that Changmin learns of how much Yunho hates mansions. But the older man had never said a thing to him, ever.
"There are a lot of things he never said to you," Jaejoong admits, his voice soft in sympathy of Changmin's vulnerable state. "He never wanted to pressure you or stress you out even more. He wanted to make you happy, so...you know, he just tried to do what he could."
Changmin hugs his knees tighter and turns his head away. What has he ever done for Yunho's happiness? He can't remember the last time he planned something. He was always too busy. "This isn't necessarily helping me feel better."
"Just telling you the truth."
"...His breaking up method was shit."
"It was. It was a little better than breaking up over the phone, but it was pretty shitty."
"It was really shit."
"I know."
"His face is weird when he sleeps. And he has an ugly crying face."
"I know."
"And he takes too long in the shower."
"I know."
"And his cock is too big."
"I...uh......I don't really want to comment about this one."
"I miss him." Changmin swallows hard and wipes at his eyes before he can really cry, blotting them in the sleeve of Yunho's hoodie. He doesn't want to wash it, lest Yunho's scent fade.
Jaejoong smiles a little. "I know. Want some sage advice?"
"Yeah."
"The people who really care about you don't care if you make mistakes, Changmin-ah. Those are given to all of us. We're only human."
Changmin looks up, his eyes welled with tears. "And?"
"It's what you do next that really matters."
---
Out of all the contracts and forms they've filled out, only one has a clause that says they all need to operate as a unit of five. Fortunately, one form is enough. Yunho won't pick up his calls and it's clear that he doesn't want to see him, and Changmin supposes that after five years of disappointment, he can't really blame Yunho for avoiding him. Good thing he's got a pack of hungry lawyers.
Yunho arrives in his office at 6 o'clock on the dot, not a second late. Changmin hates tardiness and it seems Yunho hasn't forgotten.
"What did you want to see me about?" Yunho asks quietly, sitting down on the far side of the table from Changmin. He doesn't want to be here any longer than he has to be. Seeing Changmin makes his resolve want to crumble to dust and leap into the younger man's arms, and that's a definite no-no. "Legal problems?"
"Not really," Changmin replies, waving his hand to dismiss everyone in the room. "I came here to ask you something."
Yunho looks around and then back at Changmin. The younger man is scribbling something down on a piece of paper.
"I always hated asking girls out when I was in high school," Changmin says randomly, talking down to his piece of paper. "You never really know if they like you, you know? And they're so good at being coy and flirting with you just to get a rise out of you that you never know if they're telling their friends you're hot or you're a douche for falling for their wiles. I always thought that a...quieter approach was better."
The piece of paper gets slid across the table. Yunho looks down at it.
Do you think I'm stupid?
____ Yes
____ No
Yunho ticks one and sends it back. Changmin looks at it and feels his face fall.
Do you hate me?
____ Yes
____ No
____ Maybe
Yunho feels his mouth twitch, trying hard not to smile, ticking another box before passing it back.
__√_ Maybe
Changmin gets out another piece of paper, his writing slowing down a lot more.
Can you forgive me?
____ Yes
____ No
____ Maybe
Yunho takes a look at the question, thinks for a while, and writes his own answer in.
__√_ Depends
Changmin's heart jumps again. His next note is messy and the paper's kind of sweaty from how much his palm is sweating, but Changmin excitedly passes it over just the same.
Do you still love me?
____ Obviously
____ Fuck off you douche
____ Blow me first and then we'll talk
Yunho bursts out laughing and it sounds like music to Changmin's ears. He watches the older man get up and walk over to him while tearing the note to shreds, nearly swallowing his own tongue when Yunho leans down and into his personal space, the smell of Yunho's shampoo making Changmin's palms sweat even more.
"Obviously," Yunho whispers against Changmin's lips, tilting in even more until Changmin's reply gets demolished between their tongues. He moans when Yunho drags him up from his chair to hug him, clutching to Yunho's body, afraid to let go again. He can taste Yunho's smile.
Shim Changmin makes lots of mistakes; he can usually hide them. This mistake is one he's willing to let lie in the open. He's learned a lot from it, and he's never going to make the same mistake again.
---
Six years after Changmin sets out to rule the world, he's gained enough momentum that he can take a step back and let all of his workers handle the rest. He likes that magazines say he's ~enigmatic~ and ~mysterious~ for suddenly not doing interviews and holding press conferences anymore, and Changmin's glad that they don't know that he's just a simple guy in love and unwilling to sacrifice his happiness for anything in the universe.
"And what did you want to do today?" Changmin whispers in Yunho's ear, wiggling his butt in the older man's lap. He slides his finger down the armrest of his throne, one that he asked to be built and designed himself, the one that Yunho is currently occupying butt-naked. Changmin tries to put on a fetching look by gazing up at Yunho through his eyelashes. "I was thinking I'd ride you here, maybe have some soup for lunch..."
Yunho laughs, a bit huskier than usual. "I think I like the sound of that." His hands go for Changmin's thighs, the younger man's pale, smooth skin at such a stark contrast with the long silk robe that's dangling off at Changmin's elbows, the smooth fabric swishing around Yunho's knees as it drapes over their lower bodies in a red curtain. "You look really good like this, Changmin-ah. In case you didn't know." He leans forward to suck on Changmin's neck, easily arching the younger man backwards, his tongue licking down to the hardened bud of Changmin's nipple.
A shiver runs through Changmin's body. "You always tease me."
"It's only because I love you."
"Tell that to me when you don't have your cock stabbing at my ass and I'll believe you." Changmin's next smartass statement gets caught between a laugh and a moan, Yunho easily slipping into him all over again with a kiss and a little lube. They just finished an early morning fuck in bed and he's still wet from it. Changmin had naively thought they might get some work done if they migrated to the throne room, but no luck. Or maybe too much luck. He's certainly not complaining about how active his sex life is these days.
Changmin tries to get some leverage, one foot on the ground and one knee jammed into the side of the throne, a completely awkward position to be in. He sucks in a deep breath before leaning in for a kiss, letting Yunho shove a tongue down his throat as he starts to roll his hips, feeling heat spread through him to feel Yunho's cock push against his walls.
Yunho keeps one hand on Changmin's hip and the other goes to grope Changmin's ass. He squeezes a handful of perky flesh before bucking upwards, delighting in the soft cry of pleasure that rips out of Changmin's throat. Eager to hear it again, Yunho thrusts up while dragging Changmin down, the younger man writhing and bouncing enthusiastically in his lap in no time. It's always such a sight, Shim Changmin nearly naked and fucking himself on Yunho's cock, spine arched and head thrown back, mouth open to take in noisy gasps of air. Changmin's cock is standing at full attention, straining into the air and dripping a thin string of precome steadily onto Yunho's abdomen.
Fighting the urge to close his fingers around Changmin's cock and simply jerk Changmin off, Yunho reaches lower to fondle Changmin's balls, the hand on Changmin's ass moving quickly. He speeds his thrusts up while Changmin's grabbing at his hair and panting at him to bite him, moving his finger to Changmin's stretched, sensitive hole, tracing his fingertip around the tight muscle again and again.
"Someone's eager today," Yunho pants into Changmin's ear, keeping his thrusts short and to the point, ramming blindly for Changmin's prostate. They're rutting like animals now, a steady stream of moans and cries and swear words leaving Changmin's mouth.
Changmin yanks at Yunho's hair and growls with frustration before crushing their lips together. "Fuck me harder," he demands, "come in me, just- Yunho!"
With an unsatisfied whine, Changmin props his foot onto the throne to give himself more leverage, crying out when he bounces much harder in Yunho's lap. He can hear the slap of his ass against Yunho's thighs every time Yunho thrusts up into him, his body feeling like it's caught fire. It feels too good. He can feel Yunho's massive cock thrusting into his body relentlessly, his arms shaking from how good he feels.
"Fu- fu-" Changmin tries to swear, gasping and nearly wailing, sitting down on Yunho's cock as hard as he can. "I'm-"
"Coming, I know," Yunho cuts in, using the last of his energy to go all out and drive Changmin over the edge. "Come on baby, show me."
Changmin nearly goes blind from the force of his orgasm, his nails dragging down Yunho's upper arms as he comes and comes, bright, hot white flashing through his mind. He comes all over Yunho's chest and belly, breathing ragged as he slowly rocks his hips, tensing and gasping all over again when he feels heat rush through him, Yunho's release filling his ass so immediately that he's already starting to leak.
Shaking all over, Changmin reaches for Yunho's face to cup the older man's cheeks in his hands. He drags Yunho in for a soft kiss, moaning when their tongues meet before their lips do, greedily breathing in Yunho's exhales. His body is still caught in sex inertia, the two of them slowly rocking together in Changmin's throne.
"I'm hot!" Changmin complains, the silk robe sticking to his lower back from sweat. "Take it off me."
"Later," Yunho mumbles, tilting Changmin's face over for another kiss. "My legs are falling asleep from having you sit on me so you're not the one that gets to complain."
"Then stand up! Or you know what, next time, you're riding me on the throne."
Yunho laughs and bites at Changmin's neck. "Next time can be arranged for in ten minutes. What do you say?"
---
Jaejoong should learn to knock.
He's rooted to the ground as he stares at Yunho sitting on the throne naked (Jaejoong is never going to sit there and he never will want to ever again), Changmin thrown across his lap, both of them obviously very sweaty. He doesn't even know what to say right now; it's not every day that he walks in on his best friends having sex on the throne. Does come even wash out of velvet? It'd be a shame if it stained forever.
Changmin turns around to look at him, cheeks flushed from sex and laughter, his eyes hooded and dark, lips swollen and kiss-red, hair all tousled in the perfect post-sex look. He'd be beautiful if Jaejoong wasn't so disturbed.
"Can I help you with something?" Changmin asks, bright laughter tinkling across the large room when Yunho starts kissing his neck and whispering into his ear. Changmin whispers something and Yunho replies, causing Changmin to laugh again. Jaejoong hasn't seen Changmin this happy in...ever.
"Just...carry on," he says after a while, turning to walk back out. Changmin doesn't turn to look at him again, completely enamored with Yunho. He's too busy with kissing and touching and hugging and being in love to think of much else.
"I'm bored of signing forms all the time," Changmin mumbles against Yunho's lips, giving his cutest pout. "Let's do something else."
"Anything you want."
Changmin thinks for a minute. "Want to take over the universe?"
"Sure," Yunho replies, completely serious. "Any plans not so grand and time consuming?"
"Well...we could rent a movie and make out and stuff."
"And have sex."
"Yeah, let's do that."
Yunho grins and muffles his laughter into Changmin's skin, fingers playing with Changmin's hair. "Bored of ruling the planet already?"
"No," Changmin replies softly, smiling as he leans in for a sweet kiss, "just more in love with you."
---
yunho/changmin
nc-17
oh, to rule the world.
---
Fact: everybody wants to rule the world.
---
Ever since Changmin was little, he's always thought that the world could do with some improvement.
For one: why aren't the sidewalks built with those conveyor belt things like they have in airports? It would make transportation so much easier, and he's willing to bet people would go out and walk more instead of drive if they could get to where they needed to go faster and more efficiently. And another: what is the point of umbrellas when they don't protect against wind that blows rain right into your face? Rainfall comes with gusts of wind 98% of the time and Changmin hates it when he's walking down the street and his umbrella suddenly flips backwards because it's too frail to fight against a small breeze. And yet another: why aren't full-body water suits available? During the season when it's hotter than a lava pit in summer in hell and he's sweating like Niagara Falls, it would make so much sense to have a rubber suit that he could fill up with water and walk around in.
Disillusioned with the state of the world and all of its shortcomings, Changmin can't help but wish for more. He wants convenience, change, and something else that should start with a c to keep his set of words all starting with c's, and he would rather have it sooner than later.
It isn't until his final year in college that it hits him: if he wants change, then he's got to start the process himself.
---
In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea to seek out Jaejoong of all people and present his idea with an eager, hopeful face just waiting to be kicked in. Jaejoong snickers at him and then right out points and laughs, not stopping even when Changmin hits him in the face and pulls his hair.
"Rule the world!?" Jaejoong crows, "how're you going to do that!?" He gives Changmin his I-love-you-and-even-though-you-pretend-you're-smarter-than-me-I-know-you're-really-as-smart-as-a-bag-of-blunt-nails-you-neurotic-freak look (the one Changmin despises the very, very most, blast it), then lights a cigarette, intent on dying of his vices before this fortieth birthday. Because, according to Jaejoong, what's the point of living if your age starts with any number higher than a three?
"Mugs."
That sends Jaejoong on a brand new spluttering spree, collapsing back into Changmin's beanbag chair, laughing so hard that there are tears in his eyes. Changmin's eye twitches as he listens to that triplet HA-HA-HA again and again and makes a small note in his notebook of Domination Plans:
• Throw Jaejoong in dungeons and deprive of all hair and facial products after successful conquest
---
"But...mugs?" Junsu asks, confused.
Changmin would think that he was being insulted if it were anyone but Junsu asking him. "Mugs!" he repeats, "I would start small so no one would notice my plans, and no one would really think any different. I'm going to get my face printed on all of them so people can stare at my face constantly and be subconsciously welcome to the idea of having me in their home. At breakfast, most important meal of the day, they'd get their coffee or tea or milk and they'd see me! I'd be part of every family. And once I get rich off of selling those mugs, I'm going to start printing other merchandise and sell that too, until I get so rich that I can do what I want, and make people's lives so convenient that they'll vote me president of the world!"
"...That's actually a great idea!" Junsu replies, his face a mask of appreciation. Changmin quietly delights on the inside. "But how are you going to make people want to buy a mug with your face on it in the first place?"
Hm. Changmin hadn't thought of that yet. Well, it'll be easy enough. "I'll just get famous. I'll go model and I have some talent in singing. I'll target the teen girls first. They're my strongest consumer market. All of their demands will infest the rest of the world and voila, I'll be ruling it."
"Oh, I see."
"Do you have any questions?"
"I still don't really understand how you're going to start selling these mugs..."
Changmin sighs and makes another addition to his Domination Plans:
• Improve the sad state of education that it is currently festering in
---
"I wouldn't buy a mug with your face on it," Yoochun tells him with a shrug, "it's super gay."
"Are you trying to say something?"
"Not about you," Yoochun says, rolling his eyes, "you're better gay than straight. I just mean...why would I keep something with your face on it in my kitchen? You might be gay but I'm not. You have a male market you need to address. Half of the planet is guys and a lot of them aren't going to be so hot on buying a mug with another dude's picture printed across it."
"Hm, this is true." Changmin looks down at his notebook and quickly scribbles a reminder to himself at the top of the page:
• Buy wig with long flowing hair for Yoochun to model in
"How long has it been since you've had sex?" Yoochun asks with disturbing nonchalance, making Changmin's face flame.
"Not that long."
"Long enough for you to suddenly want to try and take over the world. It's like I'm watching Pinky and the Brain in real life except this doesn't have a good ending."
"How does this end?"
"In prison or an asylum."
Changmin purses his lips together in a flat line and makes another note:
• GET A BOYFRIEND ASAP!! >:(
---
His closest friends are all dear things, they are, but they just don't share his vision. Instead, Yoochun talks to Junsu who tattles to Jaejoong and Jaejoong rounds up a bunch of suitable people for Changmin to meet and possibly (hopefully) have sex with. They worry about him and show their concern in the worst ways possible.
Changmin finds himself sitting at a table in one of the nicest restaurants in town, the fourth excursion in the last three days. Jaejoong doesn't know the meaning of giving up on getting a friend laid. If Jaejoong could focus his efforts on something productive and meaningful at all, Changmin would hire him to run his PR department after he takes over the planet. As it stands, Jaejoong's been promoted from suffering in the dungeons to being a lowly slave who gets to shine his shoes once a week.
The last three dates were horrendous. Changmin doesn't have time for such shenanigans and it certainly doesn't help that Jaejoong's apparently told all of his current suitors that he's only interested in getting sexed. Honestly, what is he, a desperate whore?
The more he thinks about it, the more he fumes. Goddamn that Jaejoong, he ought to demote him to prisoner again...
"Um, Changmin-sshi?"
Changmin sighs. "Yes?" He looks up and inhales a sharp breath. Well now.
"Um, hi," Yunho greets, Changmin transfixed as he watches a set of plush looking lips suddenly curve up in a sloppy, sideways smile that makes the backs of his knees sweat. "I'm Yunho."
This, the textbooks will all say, was the beginning of the rest of history.
---
Yunho has no grand plans of taking over the world or anything of the like, but he does listen to all of Changmin's ideas with a friendly, accepting enthusiasm, giving encouragements here, some constructive criticisms there. Changmin had started off suspicious of Yunho's natural kindness but he quickly grew to accept it and run with it, the two of them bouncing ideas off of each other over plates of overpriced, microscopically-portioned fine dining mush.
After, Yunho invites him to get real food in Korea Town, something Changmin never says no to, so they continue to talk about taking over the world and a little bit about their hobbies, Changmin learning with glee that Yunho actually likes to invent things.
This is all very good. What's even better? Yunho seems to like staring at his ass, and that's something Changmin really doesn't mind.
They sketch out rough plans together even if Changmin's plans are still in their early stages, making a list of all of the important things that Changmin has to do. A little before midnight, Changmin convinces Yunho to get on board with things. None of his friends are dependable enough to captain this ship with him. It has to be Yunho, even if Yunho is still only a (super hot, good lord, that bulge in his pants!!!!) stranger. Four cups of bubble tea later, Changmin's set up a date for the two of them to meet again, parting ways at the end of the night with a sweet kiss to the cheek. Yunho is a gentleman.
---
Everyone seems to think that taking over the world is some epic, uphill battle, but it really isn't. Changmin takes out what little savings he has in the bank and goes to a mug-making company that does cheap custom printing in bulk. He orders 500 mugs, 200 of his face, 200 of Yunho's, and 100 of a very drunk, cross-dressed Yoochun's, setting up an online webpage to sell them.
Things start off pretty slow so Changmin prints out posters and bikes around town to stick them up everywhere he can think of. While he does that, he also contacts the closest modeling agency to his house, going in for an audition he knows he'll pass, invited to film small, local commercials and the like.
Only two months later, Changmin finds himself in front of an expensive camera to do shoots for one of those magazines with perfume samples offered between glossy pages, Yunho accompanying him most of the time to cheer him on. It doesn't take long before agents notice Yunho's long, lean limbs and handsome, small face, the two of them breaking into the risque business industry by posing for some lingerie and underwear ads together. People are so easy. Consumerism is at an all-time high and people think with their privates more than their brains, so it was only a matter of time before they collected a cult following.
Over 400 mugs sell out in a month. But what the hell is Changmin going to do with all the leftovers of drunken Yoochun in drag?
---
After half a year of making a profit from mugs and selling even more merchandise that Changmin can get his face printed on, the others start to climb on board with his project. Changmin makes an announcement on his website that he'll be producing a CD, which isn't a total lie since he's locked Jaejoong and Junsu into a recording studio together to come out with a few songs if they ever want to escape. Yoochun grudgingly agrees to put his pretty wig back on and get his makeup done right to pose as the elusive "Micka," his (her?) mugs starting to fly off the shelves at a rate that Changmin doesn't understand.
Things are going very well. Changmin is very happy.
"You look happy," Yunho comments, appearing from behind him, still dripping wet from his shower. "I'll offer you a sexual favor for your thoughts."
"You'd offer me one anyway."
"True, but I want to hear what's on your mind. I'm a great catch, didn't you know?"
Changmin laughs like a teenager and blushes like one too, turning around to lean closer than he needs to, crowding Yunho's space. "Does this mean I've caught you?"
"Do you want me to be caught by you?"
"Do you always answer people's questions with more questions?"
Yunho smiles and slips his arms around Changmin's waist to sway them from side to side. "It's because I only want to tell you what you want to hear, Mister World President."
"In that case, tell me you want me and then throw me on the bed. And then drop your towel."
Yunho can only laugh as he complies.
---
The great thing about Yunho is that he truly, honestly cares. He's one of those bleeding hearts that you pity and love at the same time in movies, always that guy that dies first in horror movies for being naive and trusting. Tha'ts Yunho in a nutshell. In romantic comedies, he's that guy who believes in true love, always getting burned and used for having such a kind heart and being easy to manipulate.
In real life, he's the guy that everyone takes for granted, Changmin included. Though his plans for world domination are going wonderfully, it's because he pours all his time and thoughts and worries on his plans that they suceed. He forgets that a relationship is the one thing in the world that needs the most work and constant, tireless attention.
"Are you really going to try and take over the world?" Yunho asks him one night, a strange stillness to his voice.
"Of course I am," Changmin replies instantly, going over his charts and doing his bookkeeping, not even bothering to look back. "it's what I've always wanted."
"Do you think we can go on a date this weekend?"
"Sorry Yunho-yah, I don't think I have time. You can hang out with Jaejoong though. He finally finished recording so he has spare time."
"But I want to spend my time with you."
"Next week, okay? I'm sorry, I really am."
But not sorry enough to actually spare any time.
---
They put Changmin on the cover of Forbes and settles him on top of a list of the century's most ingenious and influential people only five years after he starts his plans.
All five of them have varying degrees of fame, but since they've all agreed that Changmin is the mastermind behind all of these successes, Changmin gets the most attention. His name becomes a household one, his face or one of the other guys' faces in over 85% of homes around the world. There are appliances and trinkets that Yunho's helped him create, clothing lines that Jaejoong and Yoochun have personally designed, a successful solo career that Junsu's piloting, his voice almost constantly on the radio. The five of them model and sing and act if they want to, spreading their influence to all the nooks and crannies of the world, a creepy self-proclaimed fanbase always chanting their names at concerts and live appearances and the like. Changmin supposes that that's a good thing. They have minions!
---
There are things that Yunho's never told Changmin, mostly because he knows Changmin wouldn't really understand.
He's okay with the fact that Changmin's busy. They all have their own lives, their own things, and it's only thanks to Changmin that Yunho has as much luxury as he does now, blessed with so many indulgences that he never even dared to dream of before the younger man came into his life. Changmin is doing something productive with his time and Yunho's very proud of him. The entire world knows Shim Changmin's name.
But there are times when Yunho wants more attention, wants more love and affection, wants to be spoiled and fawned over and admired and desired as any normal person would. He wants to be loved and have the simplest things in life that have nothing to do with money or power.
Changmin's always rushing from one event to the next. There's always another press conference to give, another appearance to make, another concert to hold, another signing to attend. It's okay if Changmin sacrifices some of his private life in order to maintain his public persona. But it's not okay if he sacrifices all of it.
Yunho signed up to be Changmin's significant other, not to be his personal secretary that sometimes has sex with him. He feels like a well-paid piece of meat.
When he does try to voice his concerns to Changmin, the younger man is exhausted from a day of work and Yunho feels bad about bothering him. He knows Changmin does care, he just doesn't have the strength and time to show it, but knowing something by assumption instead of proof is rather depressing when it comes to a thing like love.
Changmin had called him long-distance over the phone the day after his birthday. Changmin had made all sorts of excuses for calling a day late; time zone fuckery, unending interviews and appearances, etcetera and what have you, and although those might all be valid, Yunho knows the real reason. Changmin forgot, simple as that. After so many years together, the immediate need to impress and dazzle and sweep feet off the ground naturally fades. Changmin no longer jumps at the chance to get to know and remember every little thing about him. Jaejoong had probably called Changmin to call Yunho after Yunho spent his entire birthday moping around waiting for a phone call that never came.
He doesn't blame Changmin for these things. He blames world domination.
---
"I quit."
The five of them sit in chambers, an awkward silence immediately falling over their round table.
"What do you mean?" Changmin asks, incredulous and taken off guard. "You can't quit."
"Well, I'm quitting. Here, I even wrote you a letter of resignation stating my reasons and giving two weeks notice."
Junsu shifts awkwardly and kicks Yoochun under the table. Yoochun glares at him and then sends brainwaves to Jaejoong who gives Changmin a glare and Yunho a pleading look.
"Yunho-yah, listen," Jaejoong starts, "I know things have been hectic lately, and I know we're all tired, but we have a really good thing going right n-"
"I don't think it's good," Yunho interjects. He shrugs, completely uncaring to censor himself around these four people. "I don't care anymore, guys. I don't have a life. I don't even have other friends because everyone suddenly wants to be my friend, either that or threaten me with death, so I don't really go around looking to make friends either. I can't go to the movies, can't go to the park, can't even use a public bathroom without a mob following me. I don't want or need a life like that and there's absolutely nothing keeping me here, so I quit. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm nearly thirty and there isn't anything in my life that I can say makes me happy."
Jaejoong's eyes glue themselves to the tabletop, counting the heavy, pounding seconds that pass like daggers being thrown across the table. He sees Changmin's hand tightens around a mug of Calpico.
"What do you mean there's nothing keeping you?" Changmin asks, his voice low and quiet. "There's everything keeping you." There's me, he adds mentally, fighting the static gnaw of dread inside his stomach. Suddenly, he thinks of all the things on his schedule that's just cleared up, making lists and lists of dates he's promised to go on with Yunho that have been backlogged for the last two years. They certainly seem much more pressing, now. He and Yunho can stay in for a night, watch a movie, cuddle on the couch, make some kimchi together to stuff in the fridge. They can take a walk in the private garden Changmin just built in all the acres of land that's this mansion's backyard, maybe go on a picnic and have turkey sandwiches while staring up at the clouds. Maybe they can just stay in bed and have a long, much overdue talk.
Maybe he should've noticed earlier, the way Yunho never laughs anymore.
Yunho shrugs again and looks away from Changmin's eyes. He pushes back with a scrape of his chair against the floor, leaving a mark that won't go away until the floors are rebuffed. "See you guys. It was nice knowing all of you."
The rest of them sit in suffocating silence once Yunho walks away, the door closing behind him with a soft click, the gentle sound echoing in Changmin's ears for a long time.
"New plan," Yoochun says quietly, "pay more attention to domestic affairs than international ones. You have to take care of what's going on at home before you take care of the rest of the world, Changmin-ah."
"I think he just broke up with me," Changmin nearly exclaims, something bordering on hysterical in his voice. "Did he just...break up with me?"
Jaejoong stands up and motions for Yoochun and Junsu to follow. "We'll just be outside if you need us."
A few minutes after they leave, they hear a mug shatter against the wall and a long, long list of expletives that eventually bleeds into quiet sobs. It's only then that Jaejoong goes back inside.
---
There's nothing in the world like Changmin's resume. He may not be the official leader of anything except his company, but behind the scenes, he pulls the strings behind every decision that matters, anywhere on the planet. He's always been better at being Shadow King.
He has patented sidewalk conveyor belts built into the busiest streets of New York, Tokyo, Paris, Montreal. His summer "Sweat? No sweat!" wetsuits are always sold out no matter what season it is. His handheld invention that repels rain through magnetism, though still in testing stages, is already in such high demand that there's a chance there will be a permanent shortage no matter how many units are made.
Shim Changmin has the entire world at his feet, and all of it has never felt emptier.
For the entirety of Yunho's two weeks notice, Changmin never runs into him even once. It seems that Yunho doesn't want to see him. The most powerful man in the world can't see the person he wants to no matter how much he demands it or wishes for it.
You see? Changmin asks himself, you're just a man.
Now that he finally has everything he's ever wanted, he doesn't want any of it. On the fifteenth day, when Yunho could be anywhere on the planet that Changmin has control of, he cancels all of his meetings and plans in order to stay in what used to be his and Yunho's shared room. He had this mansion built after his first big sale in order to house everyone together.
It isn't until Jaejoong comes to see him and take care of him that Changmin learns of how much Yunho hates mansions. But the older man had never said a thing to him, ever.
"There are a lot of things he never said to you," Jaejoong admits, his voice soft in sympathy of Changmin's vulnerable state. "He never wanted to pressure you or stress you out even more. He wanted to make you happy, so...you know, he just tried to do what he could."
Changmin hugs his knees tighter and turns his head away. What has he ever done for Yunho's happiness? He can't remember the last time he planned something. He was always too busy. "This isn't necessarily helping me feel better."
"Just telling you the truth."
"...His breaking up method was shit."
"It was. It was a little better than breaking up over the phone, but it was pretty shitty."
"It was really shit."
"I know."
"His face is weird when he sleeps. And he has an ugly crying face."
"I know."
"And he takes too long in the shower."
"I know."
"And his cock is too big."
"I...uh......I don't really want to comment about this one."
"I miss him." Changmin swallows hard and wipes at his eyes before he can really cry, blotting them in the sleeve of Yunho's hoodie. He doesn't want to wash it, lest Yunho's scent fade.
Jaejoong smiles a little. "I know. Want some sage advice?"
"Yeah."
"The people who really care about you don't care if you make mistakes, Changmin-ah. Those are given to all of us. We're only human."
Changmin looks up, his eyes welled with tears. "And?"
"It's what you do next that really matters."
---
Out of all the contracts and forms they've filled out, only one has a clause that says they all need to operate as a unit of five. Fortunately, one form is enough. Yunho won't pick up his calls and it's clear that he doesn't want to see him, and Changmin supposes that after five years of disappointment, he can't really blame Yunho for avoiding him. Good thing he's got a pack of hungry lawyers.
Yunho arrives in his office at 6 o'clock on the dot, not a second late. Changmin hates tardiness and it seems Yunho hasn't forgotten.
"What did you want to see me about?" Yunho asks quietly, sitting down on the far side of the table from Changmin. He doesn't want to be here any longer than he has to be. Seeing Changmin makes his resolve want to crumble to dust and leap into the younger man's arms, and that's a definite no-no. "Legal problems?"
"Not really," Changmin replies, waving his hand to dismiss everyone in the room. "I came here to ask you something."
Yunho looks around and then back at Changmin. The younger man is scribbling something down on a piece of paper.
"I always hated asking girls out when I was in high school," Changmin says randomly, talking down to his piece of paper. "You never really know if they like you, you know? And they're so good at being coy and flirting with you just to get a rise out of you that you never know if they're telling their friends you're hot or you're a douche for falling for their wiles. I always thought that a...quieter approach was better."
The piece of paper gets slid across the table. Yunho looks down at it.
Do you think I'm stupid?
____ Yes
____ No
Yunho ticks one and sends it back. Changmin looks at it and feels his face fall.
Do you hate me?
____ Yes
____ No
____ Maybe
Yunho feels his mouth twitch, trying hard not to smile, ticking another box before passing it back.
__√_ Maybe
Changmin gets out another piece of paper, his writing slowing down a lot more.
Can you forgive me?
____ Yes
____ No
____ Maybe
Yunho takes a look at the question, thinks for a while, and writes his own answer in.
__√_ Depends
Changmin's heart jumps again. His next note is messy and the paper's kind of sweaty from how much his palm is sweating, but Changmin excitedly passes it over just the same.
Do you still love me?
____ Obviously
____ Fuck off you douche
____ Blow me first and then we'll talk
Yunho bursts out laughing and it sounds like music to Changmin's ears. He watches the older man get up and walk over to him while tearing the note to shreds, nearly swallowing his own tongue when Yunho leans down and into his personal space, the smell of Yunho's shampoo making Changmin's palms sweat even more.
"Obviously," Yunho whispers against Changmin's lips, tilting in even more until Changmin's reply gets demolished between their tongues. He moans when Yunho drags him up from his chair to hug him, clutching to Yunho's body, afraid to let go again. He can taste Yunho's smile.
Shim Changmin makes lots of mistakes; he can usually hide them. This mistake is one he's willing to let lie in the open. He's learned a lot from it, and he's never going to make the same mistake again.
---
Six years after Changmin sets out to rule the world, he's gained enough momentum that he can take a step back and let all of his workers handle the rest. He likes that magazines say he's ~enigmatic~ and ~mysterious~ for suddenly not doing interviews and holding press conferences anymore, and Changmin's glad that they don't know that he's just a simple guy in love and unwilling to sacrifice his happiness for anything in the universe.
"And what did you want to do today?" Changmin whispers in Yunho's ear, wiggling his butt in the older man's lap. He slides his finger down the armrest of his throne, one that he asked to be built and designed himself, the one that Yunho is currently occupying butt-naked. Changmin tries to put on a fetching look by gazing up at Yunho through his eyelashes. "I was thinking I'd ride you here, maybe have some soup for lunch..."
Yunho laughs, a bit huskier than usual. "I think I like the sound of that." His hands go for Changmin's thighs, the younger man's pale, smooth skin at such a stark contrast with the long silk robe that's dangling off at Changmin's elbows, the smooth fabric swishing around Yunho's knees as it drapes over their lower bodies in a red curtain. "You look really good like this, Changmin-ah. In case you didn't know." He leans forward to suck on Changmin's neck, easily arching the younger man backwards, his tongue licking down to the hardened bud of Changmin's nipple.
A shiver runs through Changmin's body. "You always tease me."
"It's only because I love you."
"Tell that to me when you don't have your cock stabbing at my ass and I'll believe you." Changmin's next smartass statement gets caught between a laugh and a moan, Yunho easily slipping into him all over again with a kiss and a little lube. They just finished an early morning fuck in bed and he's still wet from it. Changmin had naively thought they might get some work done if they migrated to the throne room, but no luck. Or maybe too much luck. He's certainly not complaining about how active his sex life is these days.
Changmin tries to get some leverage, one foot on the ground and one knee jammed into the side of the throne, a completely awkward position to be in. He sucks in a deep breath before leaning in for a kiss, letting Yunho shove a tongue down his throat as he starts to roll his hips, feeling heat spread through him to feel Yunho's cock push against his walls.
Yunho keeps one hand on Changmin's hip and the other goes to grope Changmin's ass. He squeezes a handful of perky flesh before bucking upwards, delighting in the soft cry of pleasure that rips out of Changmin's throat. Eager to hear it again, Yunho thrusts up while dragging Changmin down, the younger man writhing and bouncing enthusiastically in his lap in no time. It's always such a sight, Shim Changmin nearly naked and fucking himself on Yunho's cock, spine arched and head thrown back, mouth open to take in noisy gasps of air. Changmin's cock is standing at full attention, straining into the air and dripping a thin string of precome steadily onto Yunho's abdomen.
Fighting the urge to close his fingers around Changmin's cock and simply jerk Changmin off, Yunho reaches lower to fondle Changmin's balls, the hand on Changmin's ass moving quickly. He speeds his thrusts up while Changmin's grabbing at his hair and panting at him to bite him, moving his finger to Changmin's stretched, sensitive hole, tracing his fingertip around the tight muscle again and again.
"Someone's eager today," Yunho pants into Changmin's ear, keeping his thrusts short and to the point, ramming blindly for Changmin's prostate. They're rutting like animals now, a steady stream of moans and cries and swear words leaving Changmin's mouth.
Changmin yanks at Yunho's hair and growls with frustration before crushing their lips together. "Fuck me harder," he demands, "come in me, just- Yunho!"
With an unsatisfied whine, Changmin props his foot onto the throne to give himself more leverage, crying out when he bounces much harder in Yunho's lap. He can hear the slap of his ass against Yunho's thighs every time Yunho thrusts up into him, his body feeling like it's caught fire. It feels too good. He can feel Yunho's massive cock thrusting into his body relentlessly, his arms shaking from how good he feels.
"Fu- fu-" Changmin tries to swear, gasping and nearly wailing, sitting down on Yunho's cock as hard as he can. "I'm-"
"Coming, I know," Yunho cuts in, using the last of his energy to go all out and drive Changmin over the edge. "Come on baby, show me."
Changmin nearly goes blind from the force of his orgasm, his nails dragging down Yunho's upper arms as he comes and comes, bright, hot white flashing through his mind. He comes all over Yunho's chest and belly, breathing ragged as he slowly rocks his hips, tensing and gasping all over again when he feels heat rush through him, Yunho's release filling his ass so immediately that he's already starting to leak.
Shaking all over, Changmin reaches for Yunho's face to cup the older man's cheeks in his hands. He drags Yunho in for a soft kiss, moaning when their tongues meet before their lips do, greedily breathing in Yunho's exhales. His body is still caught in sex inertia, the two of them slowly rocking together in Changmin's throne.
"I'm hot!" Changmin complains, the silk robe sticking to his lower back from sweat. "Take it off me."
"Later," Yunho mumbles, tilting Changmin's face over for another kiss. "My legs are falling asleep from having you sit on me so you're not the one that gets to complain."
"Then stand up! Or you know what, next time, you're riding me on the throne."
Yunho laughs and bites at Changmin's neck. "Next time can be arranged for in ten minutes. What do you say?"
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Jaejoong should learn to knock.
He's rooted to the ground as he stares at Yunho sitting on the throne naked (Jaejoong is never going to sit there and he never will want to ever again), Changmin thrown across his lap, both of them obviously very sweaty. He doesn't even know what to say right now; it's not every day that he walks in on his best friends having sex on the throne. Does come even wash out of velvet? It'd be a shame if it stained forever.
Changmin turns around to look at him, cheeks flushed from sex and laughter, his eyes hooded and dark, lips swollen and kiss-red, hair all tousled in the perfect post-sex look. He'd be beautiful if Jaejoong wasn't so disturbed.
"Can I help you with something?" Changmin asks, bright laughter tinkling across the large room when Yunho starts kissing his neck and whispering into his ear. Changmin whispers something and Yunho replies, causing Changmin to laugh again. Jaejoong hasn't seen Changmin this happy in...ever.
"Just...carry on," he says after a while, turning to walk back out. Changmin doesn't turn to look at him again, completely enamored with Yunho. He's too busy with kissing and touching and hugging and being in love to think of much else.
"I'm bored of signing forms all the time," Changmin mumbles against Yunho's lips, giving his cutest pout. "Let's do something else."
"Anything you want."
Changmin thinks for a minute. "Want to take over the universe?"
"Sure," Yunho replies, completely serious. "Any plans not so grand and time consuming?"
"Well...we could rent a movie and make out and stuff."
"And have sex."
"Yeah, let's do that."
Yunho grins and muffles his laughter into Changmin's skin, fingers playing with Changmin's hair. "Bored of ruling the planet already?"
"No," Changmin replies softly, smiling as he leans in for a sweet kiss, "just more in love with you."
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