so we might as well
so we might as well
yunho/changmin
nc-17
hobbies and salsa lessons.
inspired by and dedicated to calandrinon. i'm so productive with my writing when i'm procrastinating final papers. dies. really dies.
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Changmin likes Proust and Vonnegut and talking and Yunho likes hapkido and dancing and fucking. Some of their interests overlap, some of them don’t, and the happy couple starts making it a mission to expose the other to as much of the world as possible.
That sounds great in theory, but when it came time to actually do these things, Changmin and Yunho find out just how hard it is to take interest in something impossible to have interest in.
---
Changmin is long and lanky in a way that Yunho sort of is, but Yunho carries it with more grace. Trying to teach the younger man a cross hand grab and a roundhouse kick was like trying to force one and one to equal three. A series of grunting and pained exclamations later, Changmin’s decked out on the ground, sore in his everywhere, Yunho muttering apologies in his ear while stroking his hair.
“That’s okay, you did your best,” Changmin says, still a little bit out of breath. It’s the thought that counts.
Yunho’s heart bursts just seeing the fond expression on Changmin’s face and swoons where he’s sitting, thinking about how hard his lover is trying for him, how he wouldn’t do this for anyone else.
They end up making out ferociously in a corner of the locker room, Yunho all over Changmin’s lap and apparently trying to pour himself into the younger man’s mouth. Exercise and endorphins and youth and etcetera and all that jazz.
“I think we should continue this with endurance training!” Changmin gasps, eyes rolling back in his head as Yunho squeezes his ass just the way he likes.
“Aren’t you tired?” Yunho pants. He pulls back to give the younger man some space but Changmin holds him close, running an index finger delightfully slow down his sternum and back up again.
Changmin’s biting his lower lip and looking up through his eyelashes. “I want you to give me the workout of my life when we get home.”
That, Yunho does.
---
It’s probably a bit loopy, but Changmin’s rather proud of himself for having read The Canterbury Tales back in high school for pleasure. In fact, he had taken it upon himself to translate his favourite parts of the work straight from English. Sure, that sounds loopy, but Chaucer is wonderful and he thinks Yunho should love it.
The confusion is practically tattooed into Yunho’s face.
“So...they’re...not great people?” the older man asks hesitatingly.
“No, they’re not,” Changmin replies, fighting the urge to laugh.
“...Oh,” Yunho concludes elegantly in the end.
Changmin’s heart squeezes as he watches the older man furrow his eyebrows together and inspect the text for the fourth time with vigour. Not everyone can stomach Chaucer and Yunho definitely isn’t the heavy literary type, but he’s just trying so hard that Changmin can’t help but fall in love all over again.
“Yunho,” he says quietly.
“Yeah?”
Changmin waits for Yunho to look up but the older man’s still busy trying to understand what was so great about April. So he takes matters into his own hands.
All Yunho knew was that one minute he had been trying to read about an odd pilgrimage, and the next, Changmin’s head is bobbing up and down between his legs, pleasure quick to send him into an unintelligent, babbling frenzy.
“Oh god, Changmin,” Yunho pants, wincing as the younger man drags a pointed tongue right up the underside of his cock. He can’t be totally sure, but he’s pretty sure that Changmin’s making those slurping, wet, sucking noises extra loud just to be difficult.
Not much he can do though, because an embarrassingly short amount of time later, his hips are jerking off the floor to fill Changmin’s mouth with his release, hoarse, stunned cry ripped from his throat.
Not a bad way to compromise. Changmin licks his lips after he’s done swallowing and crawls over into Yunho’s lap.
“Hey,” he mutters, cupping Yunho’s cheek and trying to refocus the older man’s attention on him, “I can’t wait until we start Don Quixote.”
And good lord, Yunho has to agree.
---
Eventually, Changmin just comes to the conclusion that they should do things together that neither one of them has done before. He signs the both of them up for private salsa lessons without a second thought. Okay, so maybe not the brightest thing to do without sleeping on it, especially after six hour dance practice days, but he was excited. Yunho loves to dance and Changmin’s hesitant about looking like a dumbshit but he’s always eager to learn new things.
Once they arrive at the studio, they’re greeted by a tiny, tiny foreign lady with extremely red lipstick.
“You two, dancefloor, now!” she barks, and shoves them into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
In the next two and a half hours, Changmin finds himself dipped, snapped, flung, and turning, flipping, and body rolling Yunho.
At the end of it, neither of them can actually move. Yunho’s head is pillowed in Changmin’s lap, wincing as the natural act of breathing saps the last of his energy out of him. Changmin is sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall, forcing his fingers to ease the knots out of Yunho’s hair.
“Good, good,” Maria, as she introduced herself, says in heavily accented Korean. “You two will go far. Go home and sleep. I’m leaving now. See you both this Friday!”
“So...” Yunho mumbles into Changmin’s stomach ten minutes later, after he’s finally managed to put together words into a sentence, “what did I do to make you so mad at me?”
“What?” Changmin asks. He might have chuckled if chuckling wouldn’t have made him pass out.
“It must’ve been pretty bad if you’re willing to suffer along with me just to see me be punished.”
“You don’t like salsa?”
Yunho pushes himself up, arms shaking as he tilts his face up to Changmin’s tired smile. “I love it now.”
Changmin’s eyes crinkle and mismatch and he plants a soft kiss on Yunho’s waiting lips. “I love you.” Ignoring the protest from his muscles, Changmin pulls the older man into a tight hug, contemplating just spending the night in the small studio to avoid getting up and going home.
---
It takes even longer to get used to this kind of workout-three months, to be exact-than it did to get used to being famous. But, at the end of three months, Changmin finds himself a lot more flexible, Yunho can see clearer cuts of every muscle on his body, and both of them suffer an abnormal increase of sexual interest. It had already been near insatiable before the lessons had started, but now, even the thought of snuggling somehow turned dirty.
On a calm, clear, Friday night, Changmin and Yunho arrive at the familiar studio only to find it empty. They both simultaneously receive a text message on their phones.
Important business. Can’t make it. Practice by yourselves and see you soon! xoxo
“Well,” Yunho says, putting his stuff down and stripping down to a simple t-shirt, “you heard the lady. Let’s go.”
Without someone there to kick their asses, it’s impossible to push themselves as hard as usual. They try to keep it serious for all of two minutes before Changmin grabs Yunho in a bear hug and they end up playing tag for a while in the small room. Good thing the place is soundproof or else someone would be wondering why two grown men were shrieking like little girls and bouncing all over the place.
An hour into it, Yunho catches Changmin in the middle of a turn and kisses him. It all goes downhill from there. Between trying to do a few dance steps and making out, making out effortlessly wins. Their hips sway from side to side in tandem while Changmin sneaks his hands down the back of Yunho’s pants and cops a feel or two.
They’re both too impatient to tease. Changmin’s completely naked before Yunho’s even got his t-shirt off so the younger man drops to his knees and rids Yunho of his pants. By the time Yunho actually has his shirt off, Changmin’s already sucking him breathless, lapping at the hard cock and taking it deep into his mouth.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Yunho gasps, forcing his eyes open and looking down. He gently places his fingertips under Changmin’s chin to get the younger man to look up, locking gazes, almost coming right there as Changmin slowly takes him in his mouth again. “Like the way I taste?” he pants, chuckling breathlessly while Changmin grins around the cock in his mouth.
“Like the way you feel even better,” the younger man pulls back to say hotly, challenge in his smile. Yunho laughs and pulls him up again, twirling him across the dancefloor.
“There’s no twirling in salsa!” Changmin exclaims. Laughter escapes his mouth as Yunho ignores him and twirls him right into a wall. “And now you’ve twirled me into a wall!”
Yunho flips him around and presses up against his back. “I know, I meant to,” he murmurs, placing wet kisses down Changmin’s neck, hands questing down Changmin’s chest, past his abdomen, teasing at his inner thighs.
The younger man moans encouragingly, pushing his ass back and rubbing himself against Yunho’s pulsing erection. He can feel precome slick across the crease of his ass as Yunho slips between his buttcheeks. The smile on his face slides off, moan suddenly turning into a whimper, desire overriding the lightheartedness from a moment ago. “Yunho, please.”
Too caught up to do anything but oblige, Yunho runs to his pants and retrieves a small bottle of lubricant, nearly sprinting back to the younger man’s body. He doesn’t give any warning except a gentle brush of his thumb across the small of Changmin’s back, then fluidly inserts two fingers into waiting heat.
Changmin gasps at the intrusion, breaths heavy as he drops his head against his forearms. Yunho gently works him open, forever slow in everything. “Come on,” he teases breathlessly, “this year would be nice.”
“Oh hush,” Yunho murmurs in his ear, placing gentle kisses on Changmin’s cheek and neck while he adds a third finger. Eventually, Changmin starts squirming in Yunho’s grasp, hooking a foot around his calf and rubbing against it, threatening bodily harm if Yunho doesn’t hurry the fuck up. Yunho takes it as good indication that Changmin’s getting impatient.
Pulling away, Changmin’s all set for some fucking when Yunho suddenly turns him around again.
“Are we ever going t-” he starts with a roll of the eyes, then flails as Yunho hooks hands around the back of his thighs and picks him right up off the floor.
He forgets how strong Yunho is, sometimes.
“We’re getting there,” Yunho pants, kissing Changmin’s collarbone. “Wrap yourself around me,” he commands, resting his cheek against Changmin’s chest as the younger man wraps forever long legs around his waist, arms circling his neck.
He gently lowers Changmin down onto his throbbing cock, choking on a breath as impossible heat overtakes all his senses. Changmin drops his head and moans huskily in Yunho’s ear, clenching his thighs around a slim waist to make the process faster. It’s too slow and still too fast at the same time and then Yunho’s buried so deep in his body that Changmin has to struggle to gulp in shallow breaths of air.
The heat between them is too much and Yunho’s pounding into the open body in his arms in no time. Changmin throws his head back with a pleased cry, skull connecting with the wall with a dull thunk. He doesn’t even feel it. All he feels is the thick cock fucking him open, filling him in every way possible, so deep that he can just about taste it in his mouth.
Shouts and moans leave Yunho’s mouth only to be muffled in Changmin’s chest. He pistons in faster and faster, completely helpless against it, body shaking from exertion and pleasure. Changmin just seems to get tighter and tighter around his cock. All the noises the younger man makes, every single one, threaten to push him off the edge too early. He knows Changmin’s quiet in everything he does, sex included, and to hear him being so damn loud because he can’t help it is such a turn-on that Yunho has to forcibly derail that train of thought to keep from coming.
Changmin’s so worked up at this point that he knows he’s not going to need any help. Yunho moans something his brain refuses to process and then nips at his collarbone, and then thrusts in so hard that Changmin thinks he might go through the wall. It’s his spine against reinforced wood and Yunho’s hands around his thighs and the sound of every wet thrust and the perfect angle Yunho always seems to effortlessly find every, single, time that sends him tumbling into ecstasy.
A thin, choked whimper is the only sound that escapes Changmin’s lips, eyes fluttering shut as his body tenses almost painfully and tries to work through his orgasm without shutting down.
Yunho gives one last shout as soon as Changmin clamps around his cock and pushes in a handful of times more before surrendering himself to his own release, muscles straining at the effort. He presses his nose into the hollow between Changmin’s collarbones, panting harshly, waiting for the younger man to relax. Changmin’s got a death grip on him in every way possible.
Entire minutes later, between heavy breaths, Yunho brings a shaking hand up to ease Changmin’s hand out of his hair, wincing and surprised that the younger man hadn’t pulled a handful out.
“Mmm...sorry,” Changmin just about slurs, satisfied smile making him too beautiful. Yunho’s breath catches and he stares, blatantly, a familiar wave of disbelief washing over him as Changmin brushes his cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Fantastic?”
“So, very fantastic,” Yunho whispers, gently lowering Changmin to his feet. Their gazes never break, Changmin supporting himself against the wall, knees locking to stay upright.
Yunho finds himself being drawn into a deep kiss, passion radiating off of Changmin’s body and into his own. Every line of his stance is open to Changmin’s embrace, arms tightly wrapping around the younger man’s waist.
“How are you mine?” Yunho asks, eyes closed, cheek resting on Changmin’s shoulder.
“Say that again?” Changmin requests, “and this time don’t say it into my neck.”
Yunho pulls back slightly with a sheepish smile, “I said, how are you all mine?”
“I don’t know. Probably because you made me fall in love with you. We have this conversation every time, I swear!”
“Well, you never give me a good answer!”
Changmin giggles, trying to shoot Yunho a withering look, fingers carding through Yunho’s hair and eyes soft in a way that nobody else gets to see. “I don’t have a good answer. I just am.”
“Hm...” Yunho hums. Changmin pouts at him slightly so Yunho places a gentle kiss on his lips. “I guess that’ll do for now. I love you. Stay with me forever.”
“Demanding things now, are we?”
“Are you trying to say you don’t want to?”
“Of course I’m going to,” Changmin corrects deliberately, tightening his hold on the older man and kissing him to make his point. “Now are we going to continue this here or are we going to get dressed and go home where I can show you exactly how much forever I’m going to love you?”
“That doesn’t even make sense!” Yunho breathes, laughing quietly, cupping Changmin’s jaw and kissing him open-mouthed and happy, melting straight down to his toes.
“What am I even going to do with you?” Changmin mumbles between kisses. He brushes fingers across Yunho’s lips, the older man purposefully kissing each digit as they pass.
He doesn’t even know if there’s anything he can do except smile and fall in love, again and again and again.
---
When their next dance lesson rolls around, they walk into the studio to find their instructor waiting, an amused eyebrow lift aimed at the two of them.
“What?” Changmin asks. “Are you planning on making us learn mambo or something?”
“No...” Maria says, smile turning even scarier, eyeing them slowly. “People in the studio next door asked me if I was doing construction here last dance practice.”
“Um, what,” Yunho provides lamely. “It’s not like they can hear anything...the room’s completely soundproofed.”
“True,” she grins, “but soundproofing doesn’t mask any banging against the wall...if you catch my drift.”
Korea is a strange country. Couple shirts, couple rings, couple everything. She observes the same color of embarrassed staining both of her adorable students’ cheeks.
“Don’t worry, I understand. Dancing is the vertical expression of horizontal desires, after all.”
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the fic snippet post for when you're bored. :)
yunho/changmin
nc-17
hobbies and salsa lessons.
inspired by and dedicated to calandrinon. i'm so productive with my writing when i'm procrastinating final papers. dies. really dies.
---
Changmin likes Proust and Vonnegut and talking and Yunho likes hapkido and dancing and fucking. Some of their interests overlap, some of them don’t, and the happy couple starts making it a mission to expose the other to as much of the world as possible.
That sounds great in theory, but when it came time to actually do these things, Changmin and Yunho find out just how hard it is to take interest in something impossible to have interest in.
---
Changmin is long and lanky in a way that Yunho sort of is, but Yunho carries it with more grace. Trying to teach the younger man a cross hand grab and a roundhouse kick was like trying to force one and one to equal three. A series of grunting and pained exclamations later, Changmin’s decked out on the ground, sore in his everywhere, Yunho muttering apologies in his ear while stroking his hair.
“That’s okay, you did your best,” Changmin says, still a little bit out of breath. It’s the thought that counts.
Yunho’s heart bursts just seeing the fond expression on Changmin’s face and swoons where he’s sitting, thinking about how hard his lover is trying for him, how he wouldn’t do this for anyone else.
They end up making out ferociously in a corner of the locker room, Yunho all over Changmin’s lap and apparently trying to pour himself into the younger man’s mouth. Exercise and endorphins and youth and etcetera and all that jazz.
“I think we should continue this with endurance training!” Changmin gasps, eyes rolling back in his head as Yunho squeezes his ass just the way he likes.
“Aren’t you tired?” Yunho pants. He pulls back to give the younger man some space but Changmin holds him close, running an index finger delightfully slow down his sternum and back up again.
Changmin’s biting his lower lip and looking up through his eyelashes. “I want you to give me the workout of my life when we get home.”
That, Yunho does.
---
It’s probably a bit loopy, but Changmin’s rather proud of himself for having read The Canterbury Tales back in high school for pleasure. In fact, he had taken it upon himself to translate his favourite parts of the work straight from English. Sure, that sounds loopy, but Chaucer is wonderful and he thinks Yunho should love it.
The confusion is practically tattooed into Yunho’s face.
“So...they’re...not great people?” the older man asks hesitatingly.
“No, they’re not,” Changmin replies, fighting the urge to laugh.
“...Oh,” Yunho concludes elegantly in the end.
Changmin’s heart squeezes as he watches the older man furrow his eyebrows together and inspect the text for the fourth time with vigour. Not everyone can stomach Chaucer and Yunho definitely isn’t the heavy literary type, but he’s just trying so hard that Changmin can’t help but fall in love all over again.
“Yunho,” he says quietly.
“Yeah?”
Changmin waits for Yunho to look up but the older man’s still busy trying to understand what was so great about April. So he takes matters into his own hands.
All Yunho knew was that one minute he had been trying to read about an odd pilgrimage, and the next, Changmin’s head is bobbing up and down between his legs, pleasure quick to send him into an unintelligent, babbling frenzy.
“Oh god, Changmin,” Yunho pants, wincing as the younger man drags a pointed tongue right up the underside of his cock. He can’t be totally sure, but he’s pretty sure that Changmin’s making those slurping, wet, sucking noises extra loud just to be difficult.
Not much he can do though, because an embarrassingly short amount of time later, his hips are jerking off the floor to fill Changmin’s mouth with his release, hoarse, stunned cry ripped from his throat.
Not a bad way to compromise. Changmin licks his lips after he’s done swallowing and crawls over into Yunho’s lap.
“Hey,” he mutters, cupping Yunho’s cheek and trying to refocus the older man’s attention on him, “I can’t wait until we start Don Quixote.”
And good lord, Yunho has to agree.
---
Eventually, Changmin just comes to the conclusion that they should do things together that neither one of them has done before. He signs the both of them up for private salsa lessons without a second thought. Okay, so maybe not the brightest thing to do without sleeping on it, especially after six hour dance practice days, but he was excited. Yunho loves to dance and Changmin’s hesitant about looking like a dumbshit but he’s always eager to learn new things.
Once they arrive at the studio, they’re greeted by a tiny, tiny foreign lady with extremely red lipstick.
“You two, dancefloor, now!” she barks, and shoves them into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
In the next two and a half hours, Changmin finds himself dipped, snapped, flung, and turning, flipping, and body rolling Yunho.
At the end of it, neither of them can actually move. Yunho’s head is pillowed in Changmin’s lap, wincing as the natural act of breathing saps the last of his energy out of him. Changmin is sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall, forcing his fingers to ease the knots out of Yunho’s hair.
“Good, good,” Maria, as she introduced herself, says in heavily accented Korean. “You two will go far. Go home and sleep. I’m leaving now. See you both this Friday!”
“So...” Yunho mumbles into Changmin’s stomach ten minutes later, after he’s finally managed to put together words into a sentence, “what did I do to make you so mad at me?”
“What?” Changmin asks. He might have chuckled if chuckling wouldn’t have made him pass out.
“It must’ve been pretty bad if you’re willing to suffer along with me just to see me be punished.”
“You don’t like salsa?”
Yunho pushes himself up, arms shaking as he tilts his face up to Changmin’s tired smile. “I love it now.”
Changmin’s eyes crinkle and mismatch and he plants a soft kiss on Yunho’s waiting lips. “I love you.” Ignoring the protest from his muscles, Changmin pulls the older man into a tight hug, contemplating just spending the night in the small studio to avoid getting up and going home.
---
It takes even longer to get used to this kind of workout-three months, to be exact-than it did to get used to being famous. But, at the end of three months, Changmin finds himself a lot more flexible, Yunho can see clearer cuts of every muscle on his body, and both of them suffer an abnormal increase of sexual interest. It had already been near insatiable before the lessons had started, but now, even the thought of snuggling somehow turned dirty.
On a calm, clear, Friday night, Changmin and Yunho arrive at the familiar studio only to find it empty. They both simultaneously receive a text message on their phones.
Important business. Can’t make it. Practice by yourselves and see you soon! xoxo
“Well,” Yunho says, putting his stuff down and stripping down to a simple t-shirt, “you heard the lady. Let’s go.”
Without someone there to kick their asses, it’s impossible to push themselves as hard as usual. They try to keep it serious for all of two minutes before Changmin grabs Yunho in a bear hug and they end up playing tag for a while in the small room. Good thing the place is soundproof or else someone would be wondering why two grown men were shrieking like little girls and bouncing all over the place.
An hour into it, Yunho catches Changmin in the middle of a turn and kisses him. It all goes downhill from there. Between trying to do a few dance steps and making out, making out effortlessly wins. Their hips sway from side to side in tandem while Changmin sneaks his hands down the back of Yunho’s pants and cops a feel or two.
They’re both too impatient to tease. Changmin’s completely naked before Yunho’s even got his t-shirt off so the younger man drops to his knees and rids Yunho of his pants. By the time Yunho actually has his shirt off, Changmin’s already sucking him breathless, lapping at the hard cock and taking it deep into his mouth.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Yunho gasps, forcing his eyes open and looking down. He gently places his fingertips under Changmin’s chin to get the younger man to look up, locking gazes, almost coming right there as Changmin slowly takes him in his mouth again. “Like the way I taste?” he pants, chuckling breathlessly while Changmin grins around the cock in his mouth.
“Like the way you feel even better,” the younger man pulls back to say hotly, challenge in his smile. Yunho laughs and pulls him up again, twirling him across the dancefloor.
“There’s no twirling in salsa!” Changmin exclaims. Laughter escapes his mouth as Yunho ignores him and twirls him right into a wall. “And now you’ve twirled me into a wall!”
Yunho flips him around and presses up against his back. “I know, I meant to,” he murmurs, placing wet kisses down Changmin’s neck, hands questing down Changmin’s chest, past his abdomen, teasing at his inner thighs.
The younger man moans encouragingly, pushing his ass back and rubbing himself against Yunho’s pulsing erection. He can feel precome slick across the crease of his ass as Yunho slips between his buttcheeks. The smile on his face slides off, moan suddenly turning into a whimper, desire overriding the lightheartedness from a moment ago. “Yunho, please.”
Too caught up to do anything but oblige, Yunho runs to his pants and retrieves a small bottle of lubricant, nearly sprinting back to the younger man’s body. He doesn’t give any warning except a gentle brush of his thumb across the small of Changmin’s back, then fluidly inserts two fingers into waiting heat.
Changmin gasps at the intrusion, breaths heavy as he drops his head against his forearms. Yunho gently works him open, forever slow in everything. “Come on,” he teases breathlessly, “this year would be nice.”
“Oh hush,” Yunho murmurs in his ear, placing gentle kisses on Changmin’s cheek and neck while he adds a third finger. Eventually, Changmin starts squirming in Yunho’s grasp, hooking a foot around his calf and rubbing against it, threatening bodily harm if Yunho doesn’t hurry the fuck up. Yunho takes it as good indication that Changmin’s getting impatient.
Pulling away, Changmin’s all set for some fucking when Yunho suddenly turns him around again.
“Are we ever going t-” he starts with a roll of the eyes, then flails as Yunho hooks hands around the back of his thighs and picks him right up off the floor.
He forgets how strong Yunho is, sometimes.
“We’re getting there,” Yunho pants, kissing Changmin’s collarbone. “Wrap yourself around me,” he commands, resting his cheek against Changmin’s chest as the younger man wraps forever long legs around his waist, arms circling his neck.
He gently lowers Changmin down onto his throbbing cock, choking on a breath as impossible heat overtakes all his senses. Changmin drops his head and moans huskily in Yunho’s ear, clenching his thighs around a slim waist to make the process faster. It’s too slow and still too fast at the same time and then Yunho’s buried so deep in his body that Changmin has to struggle to gulp in shallow breaths of air.
The heat between them is too much and Yunho’s pounding into the open body in his arms in no time. Changmin throws his head back with a pleased cry, skull connecting with the wall with a dull thunk. He doesn’t even feel it. All he feels is the thick cock fucking him open, filling him in every way possible, so deep that he can just about taste it in his mouth.
Shouts and moans leave Yunho’s mouth only to be muffled in Changmin’s chest. He pistons in faster and faster, completely helpless against it, body shaking from exertion and pleasure. Changmin just seems to get tighter and tighter around his cock. All the noises the younger man makes, every single one, threaten to push him off the edge too early. He knows Changmin’s quiet in everything he does, sex included, and to hear him being so damn loud because he can’t help it is such a turn-on that Yunho has to forcibly derail that train of thought to keep from coming.
Changmin’s so worked up at this point that he knows he’s not going to need any help. Yunho moans something his brain refuses to process and then nips at his collarbone, and then thrusts in so hard that Changmin thinks he might go through the wall. It’s his spine against reinforced wood and Yunho’s hands around his thighs and the sound of every wet thrust and the perfect angle Yunho always seems to effortlessly find every, single, time that sends him tumbling into ecstasy.
A thin, choked whimper is the only sound that escapes Changmin’s lips, eyes fluttering shut as his body tenses almost painfully and tries to work through his orgasm without shutting down.
Yunho gives one last shout as soon as Changmin clamps around his cock and pushes in a handful of times more before surrendering himself to his own release, muscles straining at the effort. He presses his nose into the hollow between Changmin’s collarbones, panting harshly, waiting for the younger man to relax. Changmin’s got a death grip on him in every way possible.
Entire minutes later, between heavy breaths, Yunho brings a shaking hand up to ease Changmin’s hand out of his hair, wincing and surprised that the younger man hadn’t pulled a handful out.
“Mmm...sorry,” Changmin just about slurs, satisfied smile making him too beautiful. Yunho’s breath catches and he stares, blatantly, a familiar wave of disbelief washing over him as Changmin brushes his cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Fantastic?”
“So, very fantastic,” Yunho whispers, gently lowering Changmin to his feet. Their gazes never break, Changmin supporting himself against the wall, knees locking to stay upright.
Yunho finds himself being drawn into a deep kiss, passion radiating off of Changmin’s body and into his own. Every line of his stance is open to Changmin’s embrace, arms tightly wrapping around the younger man’s waist.
“How are you mine?” Yunho asks, eyes closed, cheek resting on Changmin’s shoulder.
“Say that again?” Changmin requests, “and this time don’t say it into my neck.”
Yunho pulls back slightly with a sheepish smile, “I said, how are you all mine?”
“I don’t know. Probably because you made me fall in love with you. We have this conversation every time, I swear!”
“Well, you never give me a good answer!”
Changmin giggles, trying to shoot Yunho a withering look, fingers carding through Yunho’s hair and eyes soft in a way that nobody else gets to see. “I don’t have a good answer. I just am.”
“Hm...” Yunho hums. Changmin pouts at him slightly so Yunho places a gentle kiss on his lips. “I guess that’ll do for now. I love you. Stay with me forever.”
“Demanding things now, are we?”
“Are you trying to say you don’t want to?”
“Of course I’m going to,” Changmin corrects deliberately, tightening his hold on the older man and kissing him to make his point. “Now are we going to continue this here or are we going to get dressed and go home where I can show you exactly how much forever I’m going to love you?”
“That doesn’t even make sense!” Yunho breathes, laughing quietly, cupping Changmin’s jaw and kissing him open-mouthed and happy, melting straight down to his toes.
“What am I even going to do with you?” Changmin mumbles between kisses. He brushes fingers across Yunho’s lips, the older man purposefully kissing each digit as they pass.
He doesn’t even know if there’s anything he can do except smile and fall in love, again and again and again.
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When their next dance lesson rolls around, they walk into the studio to find their instructor waiting, an amused eyebrow lift aimed at the two of them.
“What?” Changmin asks. “Are you planning on making us learn mambo or something?”
“No...” Maria says, smile turning even scarier, eyeing them slowly. “People in the studio next door asked me if I was doing construction here last dance practice.”
“Um, what,” Yunho provides lamely. “It’s not like they can hear anything...the room’s completely soundproofed.”
“True,” she grins, “but soundproofing doesn’t mask any banging against the wall...if you catch my drift.”
Korea is a strange country. Couple shirts, couple rings, couple everything. She observes the same color of embarrassed staining both of her adorable students’ cheeks.
“Don’t worry, I understand. Dancing is the vertical expression of horizontal desires, after all.”
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the fic snippet post for when you're bored. :)