A Lack of Color (Contrast) - Oneshot (Homin)
Title: A Lack of Color (Contrast)
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Homin
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: angst/romance
Rating: PG-13
Warning: suggestiveness
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: Yunho kisses like he means it.
Comments: Written for simply_strange ! Happy birthday~ Hope it was a lovely day xD
Yunho stands by the door, eyes heavy. He’s shirtless - he looks tired, waned, his skin dull against the moonlight. “You’re awake.”
Changmin can hear the dusty note in his voice, confirms it when Yunho steps closer and he’s shaking, slightly. “You look like shit.”
“Yeah.” It’s said offhanded, like Yunho’s trapped somewhere else (not here, never here). Changmin opens his mouth to say something - anything to bring him back. Make him remember where he is. “I think I’m afraid of the dark.”
Stupid words. Yunho looks surprised. “-I mean, not like little kid afraid, but. What the dark can hide. And the way when you turn on the light, you’re never quite sure what you’re going to see-”
“-What are we doing, Changmin?” He’s crossing the room, two strides and he’s at Changmin’s side. They stare at each other.
A second, a breath. Movement.
Yunho pushes him back against the covers, achingly slow with his eyes burning, unguarded. His hands are on either side of Changmin’s face, caging him in, and his breath blows hot against Changmin’s lips. He smells like smoke.
“You’ve been smoking,” Changmin says - tone neutral. Unassuming. He thinks maybe he should be throwing a fit, or something.
He never would, and Yunho doesn’t reply, doesn’t deny it - just kisses him. It’s the downfall, the reverse, the moment when Changmin’s brain shuts off (it always happens, just like this.) Yunho’s pressing hard and heavy against him - Changmin’s whispering, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop.
Yunho doesn’t stop - and Changmin wonders (half-coherent, the last moment of sanity) if it’s convenience or choice, the cooperation. But Yunho’s hand is sneaking down his sweats and he stops thinking - breathes.
Yunho kisses like he means it.
(Changmin knows tomorrow he’ll wake up and the shower will be on, and at breakfast Yunho’s skin will look red and raw; he won’t say anything and Changmin won’t demand anything.
Tomorrow, or the next night, or the night after, they’ll slip. Crack - and it’ll happen again.)
Just like always.
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Homin
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: angst/romance
Rating: PG-13
Warning: suggestiveness
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: Yunho kisses like he means it.
Comments: Written for simply_strange ! Happy birthday~ Hope it was a lovely day xD
Yunho stands by the door, eyes heavy. He’s shirtless - he looks tired, waned, his skin dull against the moonlight. “You’re awake.”
Changmin can hear the dusty note in his voice, confirms it when Yunho steps closer and he’s shaking, slightly. “You look like shit.”
“Yeah.” It’s said offhanded, like Yunho’s trapped somewhere else (not here, never here). Changmin opens his mouth to say something - anything to bring him back. Make him remember where he is. “I think I’m afraid of the dark.”
Stupid words. Yunho looks surprised. “-I mean, not like little kid afraid, but. What the dark can hide. And the way when you turn on the light, you’re never quite sure what you’re going to see-”
“-What are we doing, Changmin?” He’s crossing the room, two strides and he’s at Changmin’s side. They stare at each other.
A second, a breath. Movement.
Yunho pushes him back against the covers, achingly slow with his eyes burning, unguarded. His hands are on either side of Changmin’s face, caging him in, and his breath blows hot against Changmin’s lips. He smells like smoke.
“You’ve been smoking,” Changmin says - tone neutral. Unassuming. He thinks maybe he should be throwing a fit, or something.
He never would, and Yunho doesn’t reply, doesn’t deny it - just kisses him. It’s the downfall, the reverse, the moment when Changmin’s brain shuts off (it always happens, just like this.) Yunho’s pressing hard and heavy against him - Changmin’s whispering, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop.
Yunho doesn’t stop - and Changmin wonders (half-coherent, the last moment of sanity) if it’s convenience or choice, the cooperation. But Yunho’s hand is sneaking down his sweats and he stops thinking - breathes.
Yunho kisses like he means it.
(Changmin knows tomorrow he’ll wake up and the shower will be on, and at breakfast Yunho’s skin will look red and raw; he won’t say anything and Changmin won’t demand anything.
Tomorrow, or the next night, or the night after, they’ll slip. Crack - and it’ll happen again.)
Just like always.