It's Always Been You
Title: It's Always Been You - Chapter 3
Pairing: MiMin, hinted!KyuEunHae
Rating: R
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
Summary: There's something about that dancer and Mi would give anything to get his hands on him.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Beautiful. Entrancing. Captivating. Nothing seems to be good enough to describe the way that the man moves on stage. Zhou Mi is positive that he’s never seen someone radiate sexuality in such a raw, intense manner. It’s like he’s some sort nymph come to life and Mi is worried that he’ll disappear if he blinks. It’s a little silly, but the thrumming music and heady intoxication has changed his perception of things a little.
There’s something in the curve of his back and his slinky steps that seems so familiar, but Mi can’t quite place it. Every sway of his hips is so calculated, but completely fluid and natural. It’s like he’s been doing this forever, and Zhou Mi fights back a pang of jealousy when he thinks of how many people have had the pleasure of seeing the sensual way his fingers move down his chest and pull off his white dress shirt. He knows it’s completely ridiculous; he has never seen this man before in his life, let alone have some sort of claim on him.
“You’ll catch flies like that.” Kyuhyun slurs, grinning at the way Mi doesn’t seem to be able to look away. Mi can hear how smug he is, but refuses to give him the satisfaction of actually acknowledging a remark like that. It’s only when he hears shuffling next to him that he glances over at his companion.
“What are you doing?” Mi asks, eyes never leaving the stage where those dark eyes have come to stare at him once more, almost like an invitation. Kyuhyun would have to be crazy to miss the rest of this show.
“Going to talk to Heechul. I think I want to take that pair home with me,” Kyuhyun replies, voice far too arrogant for someone so awkward. Though with the kind of money he has, arrogance is probably a given. “so don’t worry about me tonight.”
Once again, Zhou Mi ignores him.
There are far more important things that need his attention. Like that beautiful slender neck; completely exposed and just asking to be marked up. Or those thighs. What he wouldn’t give to press his fingers into them; spread wide while he fucks him open. He can just imagine how he would look with his head thrown back, pupils blown and begging for more of whatever Mi was willing to offer.
Mi’s pants are tight enough that he doesn’t let himself think about the possibility that he might not end up being the one in control.
He knows that it’s wrong, but Mi can’t help the tingle of anticipation that runs up his spine when those eyes focus in on him again. He’s just imagining the way those lips curl up in a little grin when those impossibly tight leather pants are peeled from those delicious thighs and straight on down his legs. The way his body curves and slides against the shiny metal of the pole makes Zhou Mi’s throat go dry.
Disappointment sets in, deep and far more painful than it should be when the man moves to slip back behind those heavy curtains. Another drink dulls the sting just a bit, but he still can’t stop thinking about how much prettier his shoulders were or how much sexier he looked sliding down to his knees and flicking his hair out of his eyes.
Zhou Mi hears the sound of the door opening and closing and doesn’t bother looking up.
“Heechul-ah wouldn’t agree, hmm? It’s not like he’s running a brothel or something.” Mi says with a grin, alcohol brining his accent out.
“Heechul doesn’t have to agree to anything, sweetheart.” A voice that is very much not Kyuhyun’s causes Mi’s head to snap to the side. He probably isn’t imagining the way his jaw hits the floor at the sight that greets him.
He’s all red silk and cat like grins and Mi can’t help but think that god is smiling down on him.
“Cat got your tongue?” He purrs, helping himself to the drink in Zhou Mi’s hand and sliding right into his lap. Mi can’t think of anything intelligent to say when those pretty fingers move up his chest and over his clavicle to toy with the collar of his shirt. It’s like his brain has decided to wander off just when he probably needs it the most.
“I um. I didn’t know that you were coming up here. Nobody told me that-” Whatever he was going to say was silenced with a slender finger pressed to his lips. Maybe being quiet was better after all.
“Nobody knew I was coming up here, honey. It’s a perk of being off the clock.” The smaller man replies, his pink tongue peeking out and running over a perfect pair of bow-shaped lips. It’s like he’s trying to drive Zhou Mi insane; like he knows exactly what each little movement is doing to him. It isn’t fair, really.
“But I… Why would you come up here then?” Mi gapes, mouth hanging open despite his best efforts to keep it closed when that beautiful creature decides straddling his lap is more comfortable. “Not that I don’t want you here, I’m just confused.”
“You’re thinking too much. I was told it’s your birthday, so I knew I had to help you celebrate it. I can’t let someone so beautiful go home alone, can I?” The dancer replies, all dark eyes and promises. Zhou Mi can barely keep his hands to himself. “So tell me, gorgeous. What would you like me to call you tonight?”
“Mi. I’m Zhou Mi,” He manages to choke out, fingers flexing on the arms of the chair. He’s never been the smoothest talker, but this is a little ridiculous. “Who- what’s your name?”
“My name is Sungmin, but you can call me anything you’d like,” He replies, pulling a whine from Zhou Mi with a slow roll of his hips. “I saw the way you were watching me, you know. And there was something about the way that you were looking at me that made it impossible to stay away. It’s like you were pulling me to you.”
There’s a smirk on his face and all Zhou Mi wants to do is kiss the smug right out of his mouth. “I’ll make sure to remember that.” He finally manages to say, and Sungmin beats him to it. He tastes like citrus and cherries and it doesn’t even matter anymore because there are hands in his hair and it’s all Mi can do not to tear the red silk from Sungmin’s body. The way Sungmin kisses is all teeth and it’s intoxicating. Zhou Mi is losing himself; drowning in this beautiful stranger.
“I wouldn’t let you, anyway,” Sungmin’s lips are the perfect color, Zhou Mi thinks idly. Somewhere between strawberries and carnations. Perfectly bitten red and just asking to be devoured. “I hope your friend isn’t planning on coming back. I’m not in the mood to share.”
“Kui Xian? No, I think he said something about trying to take the two that were on before you home with him. I have no idea if he even has a chance, but he seems to think that he can have anything he wants, so we’ll just have to see.” Zhou Mi laughs and Sungmin is reminded of summer; sweet enough that he can almost taste it in his smile.
“I don’t think we should take any chances, Mi. Wouldn’t you rather have me all to yourself? Maybe tied to your bed so you can have anything you want from me?” Sungmin’s hips push down his own again and Zhou Mi is sure that he’ll agree to anything this stunning creature wants. A look of desperation flashes in Sungmin’s eyes and Mi finds his fingers digging into those luscious thighs of his. “Your own personal birthday gift to do with as you see fit.”
“Who am I to turn down such a generous offer?” Mi breathes against Sungmin’s jaw, thoughts of how pretty a little more red would look on him flitting away with fingers in his hair curling and pulling exquisitely. Mi knows he’s babbling, but he can’t stop himself. “I don’t live far from here.”
“It’s my lucky day,” Sungmin replies, sinking his teeth into the other man’s bottom lip. But before he knows it, Sungmin is climbing off of his lap and he finds himself whining. Of course that had to happen for them to go anywhere, but there’s still a sense of disappointment deep in his stomach. “Come with me.”
It’s more of a request than an order, but Zhou Mi finds himself standing and walking after the other man after a slight adjustment to his rather uncomfortably tight jeans. He doesn’t even think about telling Kyuhyun where he’s going; everything is Sungmin and nothing else matters in that moment. The sway of his hips and playful curl of his lips is rather distracting, Mi thinks.
There’s a room and it’s all shades of red and velvet. There’s something very alluring about it, but Mi can’t be bothered to think about that when there’s something as distracting as that silk slipping off Sungmin’s shoulders and pooling on the floor. His heart picks up a beat or two as he watches inch after inch of skin being revealed. Anticipation tingles through his limbs, fingers itching to reach out and touch it but thinking better of it. Good things come to those who wait, or so they say.
“Have a seat. I’ll just be a minute, beautiful,” Sungmin purrs as he slips behind an ornate folding screen that must have been imported, Mi thinks. Maybe it’s from Beijing if the red satin and elaborate embroidery are any indication. But that doesn’t matter when Sungmin steps out from behind it; all leather and the tightest denim Zhou Mi has ever seen. “I hope you don’t mind if I bring a few things along.”
The coy smile on his lips has Zhou Mi nodding dumbly and taking the hand that is outstretched to him. The back of the club seems like a maze, but that could be the alcohol or Sungmin’s fingers intertwined with his own talking. He can’t be sure, but soon there is a cool burst of air in his face and arms around his neck. Sungmin tastes even sweeter and this time he can’t keep his hands to himself. Sungmin’s curves are inviting and the sound he makes when Mi gives his waist a little squeeze almost has Mi pressing him up against the bricks of the building rather than reaching an arm out to blindly hail a cab.
They somehow find themselves in the back of a non-descript taxi, and the fact that he finds himself long enough to rattle off his address surprises even Mi.
There’s something far more important that needs his attention, after all.
Pairing: MiMin, hinted!KyuEunHae
Rating: R
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
Summary: There's something about that dancer and Mi would give anything to get his hands on him.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Beautiful. Entrancing. Captivating. Nothing seems to be good enough to describe the way that the man moves on stage. Zhou Mi is positive that he’s never seen someone radiate sexuality in such a raw, intense manner. It’s like he’s some sort nymph come to life and Mi is worried that he’ll disappear if he blinks. It’s a little silly, but the thrumming music and heady intoxication has changed his perception of things a little.
There’s something in the curve of his back and his slinky steps that seems so familiar, but Mi can’t quite place it. Every sway of his hips is so calculated, but completely fluid and natural. It’s like he’s been doing this forever, and Zhou Mi fights back a pang of jealousy when he thinks of how many people have had the pleasure of seeing the sensual way his fingers move down his chest and pull off his white dress shirt. He knows it’s completely ridiculous; he has never seen this man before in his life, let alone have some sort of claim on him.
“You’ll catch flies like that.” Kyuhyun slurs, grinning at the way Mi doesn’t seem to be able to look away. Mi can hear how smug he is, but refuses to give him the satisfaction of actually acknowledging a remark like that. It’s only when he hears shuffling next to him that he glances over at his companion.
“What are you doing?” Mi asks, eyes never leaving the stage where those dark eyes have come to stare at him once more, almost like an invitation. Kyuhyun would have to be crazy to miss the rest of this show.
“Going to talk to Heechul. I think I want to take that pair home with me,” Kyuhyun replies, voice far too arrogant for someone so awkward. Though with the kind of money he has, arrogance is probably a given. “so don’t worry about me tonight.”
Once again, Zhou Mi ignores him.
There are far more important things that need his attention. Like that beautiful slender neck; completely exposed and just asking to be marked up. Or those thighs. What he wouldn’t give to press his fingers into them; spread wide while he fucks him open. He can just imagine how he would look with his head thrown back, pupils blown and begging for more of whatever Mi was willing to offer.
Mi’s pants are tight enough that he doesn’t let himself think about the possibility that he might not end up being the one in control.
He knows that it’s wrong, but Mi can’t help the tingle of anticipation that runs up his spine when those eyes focus in on him again. He’s just imagining the way those lips curl up in a little grin when those impossibly tight leather pants are peeled from those delicious thighs and straight on down his legs. The way his body curves and slides against the shiny metal of the pole makes Zhou Mi’s throat go dry.
Disappointment sets in, deep and far more painful than it should be when the man moves to slip back behind those heavy curtains. Another drink dulls the sting just a bit, but he still can’t stop thinking about how much prettier his shoulders were or how much sexier he looked sliding down to his knees and flicking his hair out of his eyes.
Zhou Mi hears the sound of the door opening and closing and doesn’t bother looking up.
“Heechul-ah wouldn’t agree, hmm? It’s not like he’s running a brothel or something.” Mi says with a grin, alcohol brining his accent out.
“Heechul doesn’t have to agree to anything, sweetheart.” A voice that is very much not Kyuhyun’s causes Mi’s head to snap to the side. He probably isn’t imagining the way his jaw hits the floor at the sight that greets him.
He’s all red silk and cat like grins and Mi can’t help but think that god is smiling down on him.
“Cat got your tongue?” He purrs, helping himself to the drink in Zhou Mi’s hand and sliding right into his lap. Mi can’t think of anything intelligent to say when those pretty fingers move up his chest and over his clavicle to toy with the collar of his shirt. It’s like his brain has decided to wander off just when he probably needs it the most.
“I um. I didn’t know that you were coming up here. Nobody told me that-” Whatever he was going to say was silenced with a slender finger pressed to his lips. Maybe being quiet was better after all.
“Nobody knew I was coming up here, honey. It’s a perk of being off the clock.” The smaller man replies, his pink tongue peeking out and running over a perfect pair of bow-shaped lips. It’s like he’s trying to drive Zhou Mi insane; like he knows exactly what each little movement is doing to him. It isn’t fair, really.
“But I… Why would you come up here then?” Mi gapes, mouth hanging open despite his best efforts to keep it closed when that beautiful creature decides straddling his lap is more comfortable. “Not that I don’t want you here, I’m just confused.”
“You’re thinking too much. I was told it’s your birthday, so I knew I had to help you celebrate it. I can’t let someone so beautiful go home alone, can I?” The dancer replies, all dark eyes and promises. Zhou Mi can barely keep his hands to himself. “So tell me, gorgeous. What would you like me to call you tonight?”
“Mi. I’m Zhou Mi,” He manages to choke out, fingers flexing on the arms of the chair. He’s never been the smoothest talker, but this is a little ridiculous. “Who- what’s your name?”
“My name is Sungmin, but you can call me anything you’d like,” He replies, pulling a whine from Zhou Mi with a slow roll of his hips. “I saw the way you were watching me, you know. And there was something about the way that you were looking at me that made it impossible to stay away. It’s like you were pulling me to you.”
There’s a smirk on his face and all Zhou Mi wants to do is kiss the smug right out of his mouth. “I’ll make sure to remember that.” He finally manages to say, and Sungmin beats him to it. He tastes like citrus and cherries and it doesn’t even matter anymore because there are hands in his hair and it’s all Mi can do not to tear the red silk from Sungmin’s body. The way Sungmin kisses is all teeth and it’s intoxicating. Zhou Mi is losing himself; drowning in this beautiful stranger.
“I wouldn’t let you, anyway,” Sungmin’s lips are the perfect color, Zhou Mi thinks idly. Somewhere between strawberries and carnations. Perfectly bitten red and just asking to be devoured. “I hope your friend isn’t planning on coming back. I’m not in the mood to share.”
“Kui Xian? No, I think he said something about trying to take the two that were on before you home with him. I have no idea if he even has a chance, but he seems to think that he can have anything he wants, so we’ll just have to see.” Zhou Mi laughs and Sungmin is reminded of summer; sweet enough that he can almost taste it in his smile.
“I don’t think we should take any chances, Mi. Wouldn’t you rather have me all to yourself? Maybe tied to your bed so you can have anything you want from me?” Sungmin’s hips push down his own again and Zhou Mi is sure that he’ll agree to anything this stunning creature wants. A look of desperation flashes in Sungmin’s eyes and Mi finds his fingers digging into those luscious thighs of his. “Your own personal birthday gift to do with as you see fit.”
“Who am I to turn down such a generous offer?” Mi breathes against Sungmin’s jaw, thoughts of how pretty a little more red would look on him flitting away with fingers in his hair curling and pulling exquisitely. Mi knows he’s babbling, but he can’t stop himself. “I don’t live far from here.”
“It’s my lucky day,” Sungmin replies, sinking his teeth into the other man’s bottom lip. But before he knows it, Sungmin is climbing off of his lap and he finds himself whining. Of course that had to happen for them to go anywhere, but there’s still a sense of disappointment deep in his stomach. “Come with me.”
It’s more of a request than an order, but Zhou Mi finds himself standing and walking after the other man after a slight adjustment to his rather uncomfortably tight jeans. He doesn’t even think about telling Kyuhyun where he’s going; everything is Sungmin and nothing else matters in that moment. The sway of his hips and playful curl of his lips is rather distracting, Mi thinks.
There’s a room and it’s all shades of red and velvet. There’s something very alluring about it, but Mi can’t be bothered to think about that when there’s something as distracting as that silk slipping off Sungmin’s shoulders and pooling on the floor. His heart picks up a beat or two as he watches inch after inch of skin being revealed. Anticipation tingles through his limbs, fingers itching to reach out and touch it but thinking better of it. Good things come to those who wait, or so they say.
“Have a seat. I’ll just be a minute, beautiful,” Sungmin purrs as he slips behind an ornate folding screen that must have been imported, Mi thinks. Maybe it’s from Beijing if the red satin and elaborate embroidery are any indication. But that doesn’t matter when Sungmin steps out from behind it; all leather and the tightest denim Zhou Mi has ever seen. “I hope you don’t mind if I bring a few things along.”
The coy smile on his lips has Zhou Mi nodding dumbly and taking the hand that is outstretched to him. The back of the club seems like a maze, but that could be the alcohol or Sungmin’s fingers intertwined with his own talking. He can’t be sure, but soon there is a cool burst of air in his face and arms around his neck. Sungmin tastes even sweeter and this time he can’t keep his hands to himself. Sungmin’s curves are inviting and the sound he makes when Mi gives his waist a little squeeze almost has Mi pressing him up against the bricks of the building rather than reaching an arm out to blindly hail a cab.
They somehow find themselves in the back of a non-descript taxi, and the fact that he finds himself long enough to rattle off his address surprises even Mi.
There’s something far more important that needs his attention, after all.