How May I Help You?
Title: How May I Help You?
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, PWP
Warnings: Dirty talk, toys
Summary: Kyuhyun loses a bet with his hyungs and is given the most humiliating task to complete as payment. Things turn out better than he could have ever imagined.
A/N: I blame emo_what97, rei_ming, and kyumin86eunhae for this. Oh the things that happen on twitter~
This is not happening.
It’s all just a horrible, stupid dream.
When he opens his eyes, he’ll be back in his room underneath his favorite comforter.
Except it isn’t a dream, and there’s no way that he’s going to get out of this one.
“Oh come on, Kyunnie. It’s not like you weren’t eventually going to go inside anyway. We’re just helping you speed up the process. You’re going to thank us.” Hyukjae urges, shoving his best friend in the direction of an almost ominous looking door.
“How the hell do you know I would go in here? It was never on my list of life goals.” Kyuhyun almost shrieks, hands thrown out in front of him to hopefully slow his trek inside.
“Well, it should be. The guy that works in there is really cute so this could be much worse for you, Kui Xian. Maybe you can even get something out of it.” Zhou Mi pipes up, smile far too innocent for someone that devious.
“You can’t be serious. This is bad enough on its own. I can’t believe that I’m going along with this. I can’t think of anything more embarrassing than what you’re making me do.”
“Of course we’re serious. You knew the risks when you agreed to play the game.” Heechul smirks, relishing in the torment that his simple dare is causing the maknae. “Don’t give me that look, Hannie. He deserves it for being such a little shit all the time. This is retribution.”
Han Geng just sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. Heechul has always been like this, so it’s not like it really surprises him. Though he doesn’t feel so bad when he thinks about the dye in his shampoo, or Heechul’s shaved cat.
“A-alright, fine. Just don’t stand out here waiting for me. You look creepy.” Kyuhyun huffs, cheeks tinged a bright pink color. It’s better to just get it over with, right?
“We’ll know if you don’t do it, so don’t even try to get out of it, Kui Xian.” Mi replies, grinning deviously at the slightly shorter man. They do have their ways, after all.
Kyuhyun doesn’t dignify them with an answer and instead focuses on breathing normally and calming his rapid heartbeat. This is stupid. It isn’t like he can’t handle something like this; he’s Cho Kyuhyun, for god’s sake.
Opening the door isn’t nearly as terrifying as he thought it would be, and Kyuhyun soon finds himself in a carefully lit (and not anywhere as seedy as he thought it would be) sex shop. Everything was set up in a far more tasteful manner than he had expected, and the atmosphere was enough to relax him the tiniest fraction. The fact that he was the only one there, however, set him on edge.
“Hello. Is there something I can help you find?” A short man with dark hair and a pretty smile asks him, not even bothering to check his ID. Was this the guy that Zhou Mi was talking about?
“I, umm. That…” Kyuhyun stutters, taken aback by the playful look in his eyes. This was already difficult enough without some sexy little fox making bedroom eyes at him. “It’s- it’s kind of embarrassing, but a few of my hyungs dared me to come in here and uh…”
He can’t get the rest of his words out, and Kyuhyun is sure he’s making an ass of himself with the way his mouth keeps opening and closing like some sort of stupid fish.
“Well I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you’re looking for. This is my job, so you don’t have to be embarrassed. I also have a good knowledge of almost all of the products we sell here.” The darker haired male coaxes, flicking a bit of hair out of his eyes.
“I… I have a list.” Kyuhyun curses at how nervous he sounds. It’s just a dare, and the sooner he can get out of here, the sooner his humiliation will end. “I’m supposed to uh, ask you what the best kind of lube is.”
“Well that all depends. Everyone has a preference of their own, but this is my personal recommendation.” The man replies, picking up a small bottle and offering it to the stammering teenager. “Don’t be shy. I’ll only bite if that’s what you like.”
That teasing smile has Kyuhyun bumping into the display said bottle had been plucked from and knocking about half of the brightly colored tubes and bottles onto the carpeted floor. If he didn’t look like an idiot before, he certainly did now.
“I’m so sorry!” He yelps, falling to his knees and scrambling to pick up what was spilled. Everything just keeps getting worse and more embarrassing. “God, I knew this was going to go badly.”
“It’s alright, I think it’s cute. I’m Sungmin, by the way.” The other man says with a smile, and Kyuhyun thinks he’s never seen anything more perfectly beautiful. “Now why don’t you tell me what else your friends sent you in here for? I’m certain I can make sure you get what you need.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes are as wide as saucers when he receives a wink and feels an incredibly soft hand closing around his wrist to help him up.
“Kyu. I’m Kyuhyun.” He manages to get out when everything is replaced and he’s standing upright again. “They- they want me to get the best v-vibrator. For a… Damn it. A v-virgin.”
He was sure that his face was nearing the color of a tomato, and the only thing he could think of was how much he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. Unfortunately for him, the ground was just as solid as it ever was.
“Oh, I see. I can definitely help you with that.” There’s a dark glint in Sungmin’s eye that wasn’t there before, and Kyuhyun isn’t sure if he should read into it. He was just going to help him find what he needed so he could get out of there and hopefully keep from dying of embarrassment. “This is one of my favorites, and it’s perfect for someone that’s… inexperienced.”
Kyuhyun can only watch the way Sungmin’s pink tongue swipes over his lips before they curl up into another pretty little grin. He’s had people flirt with him before, but this is something so completely different. Sungmin is blatantly coming on to him, and he can’t find a reason in his right mind to turn him away.
“That-that’s good. I’ll take it then.” Kyuhyun stutters, breath catching in his throat when he feels the shorter man’s fingers sliding over the buttons of his vest.
“Now, now. I couldn’t let you leave on good conscience without a proper demonstration.” Sungmin purrs, popping the buttons open and curling his fingers around the soft silk of the tie of Kyuhyun’s school uniform. If Kyuhyun didn’t know better, he would say this was a scene right out of a porno. You know, except for the fact that he couldn’t seem to make any noise other than unintelligent gurgling as he is pulled into a small room behind the register after Sungmin flips the sign to ‘closed’ and locks the outside door.
“I… That. Are you- are you sure?” Kyuhyun squeaks as his vest and shirt are pulled from his body and tossed to the side. When the hell has anything like this happened to anyone in real life?
“Mmm… Of course I’m sure. Mi told me he had a friend that was going to be coming in today, but I never thought you’d be completely my type. The fact you’re a virgin is just icing on the cake.” Sungmin replies with an innocent smile that is completely contradictory to the way he’s pulling his shirt off and climbing to straddle Kyuhyun’s lap. “Since you’re so cute, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.”
Okay, now he knows he’s dreaming. There is no way on earth that someone would just pull a random stranger into a room and offer them whatever they wanted. But if it’s a dream, he should just go with it, right?
At least that’s what he tries to convince himself. It’s not like he ever has to come back or see this guy again if something goes terribly wrong, and he can just ignore his hyungs and become a hermit if they find out. Yes, that sounds like a good plan.
“Oh… A-alright.” His voice still cracks, but he can feel his confidence coming back. There’s a gorgeous man on his lap and lips on his neck, and he would be an idiot to pass this up. And if there is one thing that Kyuhyun isn’t, it’s an idiot.
“But there is something you should probably know, Kyuhyun-ah.” Sungmin whispers next to his ear, lips soft and breath warm. In any other situation Kyuhyun would have found it to be almost predatory, but the desire that shoots through his spine and pools in his groin is clouding his judgment the smallest bit. “I like to be in control.”
If anyone else were to ask him, Kyuhyun would adamantly deny that he would be submissive to anyone. But the promise in Sungmin’s eyes was quickly changing his thoughts about something like that. Unless Sungmin wanted to fuck him, of course. He would definitely put up a fight if that happened.
“Okay.” Kyuhyun finally says, taking a moment to reel in his imagination before he looks up and meets Sungmin’s gaze. There’s been a lot of him forgetting how to form coherent sentences, and it only gets worse when he’s tugged farther into the back of the store, the lips on his throat turning into teeth and his belt being worked open almost frantically. “But I- I’ve never…”
“That’s just fine with me.” The smaller man assures him, falling to his knees in front of Kyuhyun and taking the remainder of Kyuhyun’s clothing with him. Kyuhyun watches Sungmin’s cheeks flush, but if the hungry look in his eyes is anything to judge by, it’s not embarrassment. “I’ll just have to teach you.”
Kyuhyun’s hands grip the edge of the table he’s been pushed against, and his eyes roll back in his head when a hot, wet tongue presses against the head of his cock and soft fingers press into the supple flesh of his thighs. Sungmin is teasing him with each swipe of that pink muscle, and Kyuhyun doesn’t even care anymore that he’s whimpering.
He’s never felt anything like the almost suffocating heat of Sungmin’s mouth around him, and the look Sungmin gives him when he glances down almost has him losing it right there. It’s like he was made for this; lips stretched perfectly and eyelashes dark against the soft pink painted on his cheekbones. Kyuhyun tentatively slips a hand into Sungmin’s soft black locks and he’s sure that he sees the older man grinning up at him.
“Pull my hair, Kyuhyun. I like it rough.” Sungmin decides to take a moment to urge Kyuhyun on, fingers pressing harder into his thighs and mouth working along his length faster than before. The slurping is completely obscene and Kyuhyun pulls a little harder than he means to, but only gets a pathetic, muffled moan from Sungmin in response. It’s more arousing than anything he’s ever seen or heard before, and Kyuhyun’s vision goes white as he releases long and hard into that eager mouth.
Kyuhyun feels his legs about to give out underneath him, and he only decides to open his eyes when he hears soft slurping similar to the noises Sungmin was making moments before. The sight that greets him has his cock jumping to life all over again.
“Such a mess.” Sungmin says with a feral grin as his thumb swipes at a streak of come on the corner of his mouth. Kyuhyun is reminded of a cat when he brings it to his lips and laps up every last bit of it. His job is fitting, but Kyuhyun thinks he should be a porn star. “But I promised you a demonstration, so why don’t you have a seat. Or maybe you’d prefer something a little more interactive?”
Interactive. Oh, that sounds very nice.
“I- that sounds good.” Kyuhyun replies dumbly, allowing himself to be pulled on top of Sungmin when he hops up onto the table. When did Sungmin take the rest of his clothes off? And how did he miss him setting both the vibrator and bottle of lube on the table next to him? Maybe he was a ninja.
“Well then come here and kiss me.” Sungmin commands, hand slipping to the back of Kyuhyun’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss that tastes completely different than any he’s had before. Though that probably had to do with what Sungmin just had in his mouth. But the possessive and demanding way that Sungmin was pulling at his hair and dominating him with a simple kiss had Kyuhyun forgetting about that part of it.
Kyuhyun can’t help but become pliant when Sungmin nips at his lower lip and growls at him. Such a good boy.
It’s so much sexier than it has a right to be.
“Don’t be shy, Kyuhyun-ah,” Sungmin urges as he guides Kyuhyun’s hands to his own pants that he had managed to open but not push down any farther than his hips. There were other things more important taking up his attention, after all. “You won’t break me.”
Kyuhyun’s fingers fumble for a moment before he manages to hook them under the waistband of Sungmin’s jeans and pull them down his legs. He tries to keep his hands from trembling after tossing the garment to the side, but finds it incredibly difficult when he catches Sungmin’s lazy grin, “Cat got your tongue?”
“You… you’re not- wearing any…” Kyuhyun can feel his entire face growing warmer by the moment while he stuttered through his thoughts. Sungmin clearly wasn’t a normal person, and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but wonder what kind of a person would be able to handle him as a lover. It sounded like a fun challenge to him.
“Underwear? No, I suppose I’m not.” Sungmin chuckles, one hand grasping the small bottle next to him while the other slips to the back of Kyuhyun’s neck to pull him closer, lips brushing against the shell of the younger man’s ear. “Now why don’t you put that to good use, hmm?”
The small bottle is thrust into Kyuhyun’s hand and he stares dumbly at it for a moment before he’s shaken out of his thoughts by another sigh from Sungmin.
“Are you going to make me do everything?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, lips curling up into a playful grin once more, “Not that I mind putting on a show, but I’m sure that it will be a lot more fun to put these to good use.”
Sungmin lowers his eyelids and takes Kyuhyun’s free hand in both of his own, grinning at the way the shy boy’s eyes grow to the size of saucers when he brushes his tongue over the tip of Kyuhyun’s index finger. Sungmin wraps his lips around the digit and watches Kyuhyun’s Adam’s apple bob with a mischievous grin. Though the best reaction comes when Sungmin carefully swings his leg up to rest his ankle on Kyuhyun’s shoulder and Kyuhyun chokes on air.
“I’m sure you don’t need a play by play,” Sungmin says with one last flick of his tongue to that same finger. He breathes a sigh of relief when Kyuhyun pops the cap of the lube open and squeezes some onto his fingers with trembling hands. He’s starting to become a little impatient until he feels that same slick digit pressing meekly against his entrance. “Do it now, Kyuhyun.”
The way that he immediately pushes that finger inside rather roughly has Sungmin arching his back and letting out a soft whimper as his fingers bite into Kyuhyun’s biceps. This was what he had been trying for the entire night; working Kyuhyun’s sanity until he lost all control of his rational mind and forgot his nervousness. It was Sungmin’s specialty and always made sex that much hotter.
“More… I want more. Harder,” Sungmin whines, pushing his hips back and hoping that Kyuhyun will listen and stop being so timid. It isn’t fun if he has complete control, after all.
There’s only a slight hesitation before Kyuhyun slips a second finger inside and begins to move them far more fluidly than Sungmin thinks a virgin would. Though there is a bit of unevenness to the rhythm that builds as anticipation curls deep in Kyuhyun’s stomach and Sungmin feels the hard line of his cock pressing against his thigh. Everything might be going fast for Kyuhyun, but Sungmin can’t help but feel it isn’t progressing fast enough and wrenches Kyuhyun’s hand from between his legs.
Kyuhyun’s eyes snap up to Sungmin’s face, eyes shining in confusion at the soft whine the other man lets out from the feeling of emptiness. He knew he was going to fuck this up. There was no way that he was going to be able to satisfy a beautiful creature like Sungmin, and now he was going to be kicked out on his ass with his pants around his ankles.
“You look like a kicked puppy,” Sungmin laughs, voice shrouded in desire and coming out in breathy little pants, “Don’t make that face, Kyuhyun-ah.” Kyuhyun is about to speak when he feels a faint vibration against his palm. He had almost forgotten about that.
“Oh,” Kyuhyun breathes, hands shaking once again as he feels the leg that was dangling off the table moving up to hook around his waist and pull him just a bit closer as he pushes the buzzing toy into the other man at a torturously slow pace. He’s seen the way that people react to things like this in porn videos, but they’ve got nothing on the way that Sungmin whines and thrashes below him when he’s managed to bury the vibrator completely inside of him. “Does… does it feel good?” Kyuhyun wants to kick himself for asking something so stupid.
“Yes… Oh fuck, yes.” Sungmin hisses, head thrown back and pupils blown. Kyuhyun is sure he’s never seen anything more captivating, and there’s a small voice telling him that he wants to see this every day; maybe three or four times a day, even if he knows that will never happen.
He flicks his wrist and twists it just a bit, and is completely blown away by the high pitched cry it pulls from Sungmin and causes him to dig his fingers deeper into his arms as he tries to anchor himself to something, anything. It’s a bit of a confidence booster, and Kyuhyun does his best to keep that angle as he obeys each order Sungmin gives him - harder, faster, right there.
It’s sudden and completely unexpected when Sungmin comes all over himself and releases a long string of incoherent expletives loud enough to garner the attention of anyone that might have been in the store. Kyuhyun can only stare as his hand continues to move on its own. He had heard about people being able to come without being touched, but he never thought he would be lucky enough to meet one of them. It is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his life.
Sungmin’s body is still trembling when he pulls Kyuhyun down for a sloppy kiss with quivering hands. He can’t tell if it’s him or Sungmin moaning, but it doesn’t matter anymore when the toy is turned off and tossed to the floor with a soft clatter and a soft, warm hand wraps around his erection, already slick with precome, and gives him a slow stroke.
“You’re a fast learner,” Sungmin pants, somehow managing to sit up enough to balance himself on his elbows. He tosses his hair out of his eyes and gives Kyuhyun a satisfied grin that has him wondering how it would feel to wake up to that every day. “You keep spacing out. Is this all too much for you?”
“N-no! I just- I’ve never seen someone… someone like you.” Kyuhyun stutters, heat rising in his face and coloring his cheeks once again. There’s a challenge in Sungmin’s eyes, and he tries to swallow down his nerves before continuing, “I never thought that something like this would happen to me. E-especially the first time.” The last little bit was mumbled with a hushed voice, embarrassment coursing through him as he admitted that.
“Well you know,” Sungmin began with a bit of soft laughter as he pulled himself up and tucked his legs that had been wrapped around Kyuhyun under himself, brining him to Kyuhyun’s eye level. “I’m not like this with everyone I meet, and if you keep this up,” Sungmin’s arms hook around Kyuhyun’s neck once more to pull him close, “I might have to take you home with me.”
“I… That- you…” Once again, Kyuhyun finds his brain short circuiting with the suggestion dripping from his words. More gurgling noises that he hopes are words spill from his mouth until Sungmin presses a finger to his lips and pushes a little foil packet into his hand. “Stop thinking so much.”
Kyuhyun nods and takes a deep breath to calm himself down before tearing open the package and rolling the latex over himself with only a little bit of difficulty. The next few moments are filled with tension as Sungmin repositions his legs over Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and around his waist and Kyuhyun moves forward those last few inches until he’s pressed right up against where he wants to be. But he doesn’t have time to catch his breath because Sungmin is pushing his hips down and his head is spinning from the tight heat and the deep moan the smaller man emits.
When their hips finally meet, Kyuhyun nearly falls on top of Sungmin, but manages to simply drop his forehead to the older man’s shoulder until he has a chance to catch his breath.
“F-fuck, Kyuhyun…” Sungmin whimpers after a moment, having found his voice again. He looks like he wants to say something else, but can’t manage to get anything out other than soft whimpered moans.
Kyuhyun bites his lip softly and leans up, placing his hands on either side of Sungmin’s shoulders before giving an experimental roll of his hips and watching the way a shiver runs up Sungmin’s spine. His mind keeps going back to the incentive he’s been given, so Kyuhyun is sure to pay close attention to Sungmin’s reactions with each shift and thrust of his hips.
One particular angle has Sungmin making the same desperate mewling sounds from before, and Kyuhyun knows he’s finally gotten it right. Kyuhyun knows that he has to get this right if he wants a chance at this again, but if the way that Sungmin’s mouth is hanging open and pouring out a string of curses and pleas for more are any indication, he doesn’t have much to worry about. Sungmin’s breathing is becoming shallow, and he seems to be losing his voice, or at the very least, the ability to form coherent thoughts.
A thin sheen of sweat covers their bodies as Kyuhyun picks up the pace and tries to keep up with the intense, almost hungry way Sungmin is kissing him. The fingers curling in his hair border between pain and pleasure, and Kyuhyun begins to understand why Sungmin likes it rough. There’s just something so primal and passionate about this man, and the haze of pleasure has Kyuhyun thinking he might just be falling in love. Lust does crazy things to a man.
Everything is building faster than Kyuhyun is willing to admit, but he makes sure to keep thrusting erratically when he stands up fully again and turns his head to press a kiss to the inside of Sungmin’s ankle that is perched on his shoulder. Kyuhyun’s hands find purchase on Sungmin’s hips, fingers pressing into supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises when he feels the barely noticeable fluttering of Sungmin’s muscles around him.
“Kyu- Kyuhyun please.” Sungmin whines, head thrashing from side to side and one hand releasing Kyuhyun’s bicep in favor of wrapping it around his own weeping erection that has been smearing precome over his already sticky stomach with each harsh jerk of Kyuhyun’s hips. “I’m so close… Harder, fuck me harder!”
Kyuhyun puts everything he’s got into the next few thrusts, hips stuttering when he watches the beautiful curve Sungmin’s back creates as he spills all over his hand and stomach with a sharp cry of his name. If the sight alone wasn’t enough to have him coming, the way that Sungmin clenches repeatedly around him is. His own cry of the older man’s name is muffled into his shoulder when he falls forward and Sungmin’s ankle slips from his shoulder to once again hang over the side of the table.
“You… That- holy shit,” Sungmin pants a few moments after pulling Kyuhyun into his arms, lazy grin returning to his lips once more. It takes a moment, but Kyuhyun raises his head and looks up at the other man, hair damp with sweat and cheeks flushed the prettiest color. “You really are a fantastic student.”
“Th-thank you, Sungmin-sshi,” Kyuhyun mumbles, ignoring the way his heart speeds up from the compliment and satisfied look on Sungmin’s face. He knows that once the afterglow is gone, Sungmin will shove him away and out of the shop. But just for that moment, he allows himself to pretend that there is something more between them. “You… You’re amazing- the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” The post-sex haze has made him grow bold, but he’s happy when he receives a soft laugh and a light push to his shoulder.
“You’re really cute, you know that? A true romantic,” Sungmin’s cheeks are an even darker shade than his own when Kyuhyun looks up, and he find himself staring dumbly once again. “Being so, I think this means you need to take me out to dinner.”
“You really… Would want to go out with someone like me?” Kyuhyun asks, disbelief laced through every word. He knows that this is a dream, but he wishes with every part of himself that it isn’t; that he isn’t just imagining this.
“Not someone like you,” Kyuhyun feels his heart sink, and it must show on his face because Sungmin reaches up to kiss him with more tenderness than he would expect. “You. Believe it or not, you’re just my type. And after what just happened, there’s no way I’m going to let you go without at least a proper date. Besides,” Sungmin pulls back and the grin he directs at Kyuhyun holds an incredible amount of promise, “I would love to see what you look like tied to my bed.”
Kyuhyun’s throat goes dry and his hands unconsciously tighten on Sungmin’s hips, eyes nearly bulging out of his head.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.”
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, PWP
Warnings: Dirty talk, toys
Summary: Kyuhyun loses a bet with his hyungs and is given the most humiliating task to complete as payment. Things turn out better than he could have ever imagined.
A/N: I blame emo_what97, rei_ming, and kyumin86eunhae for this. Oh the things that happen on twitter~
This is not happening.
It’s all just a horrible, stupid dream.
When he opens his eyes, he’ll be back in his room underneath his favorite comforter.
Except it isn’t a dream, and there’s no way that he’s going to get out of this one.
“Oh come on, Kyunnie. It’s not like you weren’t eventually going to go inside anyway. We’re just helping you speed up the process. You’re going to thank us.” Hyukjae urges, shoving his best friend in the direction of an almost ominous looking door.
“How the hell do you know I would go in here? It was never on my list of life goals.” Kyuhyun almost shrieks, hands thrown out in front of him to hopefully slow his trek inside.
“Well, it should be. The guy that works in there is really cute so this could be much worse for you, Kui Xian. Maybe you can even get something out of it.” Zhou Mi pipes up, smile far too innocent for someone that devious.
“You can’t be serious. This is bad enough on its own. I can’t believe that I’m going along with this. I can’t think of anything more embarrassing than what you’re making me do.”
“Of course we’re serious. You knew the risks when you agreed to play the game.” Heechul smirks, relishing in the torment that his simple dare is causing the maknae. “Don’t give me that look, Hannie. He deserves it for being such a little shit all the time. This is retribution.”
Han Geng just sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. Heechul has always been like this, so it’s not like it really surprises him. Though he doesn’t feel so bad when he thinks about the dye in his shampoo, or Heechul’s shaved cat.
“A-alright, fine. Just don’t stand out here waiting for me. You look creepy.” Kyuhyun huffs, cheeks tinged a bright pink color. It’s better to just get it over with, right?
“We’ll know if you don’t do it, so don’t even try to get out of it, Kui Xian.” Mi replies, grinning deviously at the slightly shorter man. They do have their ways, after all.
Kyuhyun doesn’t dignify them with an answer and instead focuses on breathing normally and calming his rapid heartbeat. This is stupid. It isn’t like he can’t handle something like this; he’s Cho Kyuhyun, for god’s sake.
Opening the door isn’t nearly as terrifying as he thought it would be, and Kyuhyun soon finds himself in a carefully lit (and not anywhere as seedy as he thought it would be) sex shop. Everything was set up in a far more tasteful manner than he had expected, and the atmosphere was enough to relax him the tiniest fraction. The fact that he was the only one there, however, set him on edge.
“Hello. Is there something I can help you find?” A short man with dark hair and a pretty smile asks him, not even bothering to check his ID. Was this the guy that Zhou Mi was talking about?
“I, umm. That…” Kyuhyun stutters, taken aback by the playful look in his eyes. This was already difficult enough without some sexy little fox making bedroom eyes at him. “It’s- it’s kind of embarrassing, but a few of my hyungs dared me to come in here and uh…”
He can’t get the rest of his words out, and Kyuhyun is sure he’s making an ass of himself with the way his mouth keeps opening and closing like some sort of stupid fish.
“Well I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you’re looking for. This is my job, so you don’t have to be embarrassed. I also have a good knowledge of almost all of the products we sell here.” The darker haired male coaxes, flicking a bit of hair out of his eyes.
“I… I have a list.” Kyuhyun curses at how nervous he sounds. It’s just a dare, and the sooner he can get out of here, the sooner his humiliation will end. “I’m supposed to uh, ask you what the best kind of lube is.”
“Well that all depends. Everyone has a preference of their own, but this is my personal recommendation.” The man replies, picking up a small bottle and offering it to the stammering teenager. “Don’t be shy. I’ll only bite if that’s what you like.”
That teasing smile has Kyuhyun bumping into the display said bottle had been plucked from and knocking about half of the brightly colored tubes and bottles onto the carpeted floor. If he didn’t look like an idiot before, he certainly did now.
“I’m so sorry!” He yelps, falling to his knees and scrambling to pick up what was spilled. Everything just keeps getting worse and more embarrassing. “God, I knew this was going to go badly.”
“It’s alright, I think it’s cute. I’m Sungmin, by the way.” The other man says with a smile, and Kyuhyun thinks he’s never seen anything more perfectly beautiful. “Now why don’t you tell me what else your friends sent you in here for? I’m certain I can make sure you get what you need.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes are as wide as saucers when he receives a wink and feels an incredibly soft hand closing around his wrist to help him up.
“Kyu. I’m Kyuhyun.” He manages to get out when everything is replaced and he’s standing upright again. “They- they want me to get the best v-vibrator. For a… Damn it. A v-virgin.”
He was sure that his face was nearing the color of a tomato, and the only thing he could think of was how much he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. Unfortunately for him, the ground was just as solid as it ever was.
“Oh, I see. I can definitely help you with that.” There’s a dark glint in Sungmin’s eye that wasn’t there before, and Kyuhyun isn’t sure if he should read into it. He was just going to help him find what he needed so he could get out of there and hopefully keep from dying of embarrassment. “This is one of my favorites, and it’s perfect for someone that’s… inexperienced.”
Kyuhyun can only watch the way Sungmin’s pink tongue swipes over his lips before they curl up into another pretty little grin. He’s had people flirt with him before, but this is something so completely different. Sungmin is blatantly coming on to him, and he can’t find a reason in his right mind to turn him away.
“That-that’s good. I’ll take it then.” Kyuhyun stutters, breath catching in his throat when he feels the shorter man’s fingers sliding over the buttons of his vest.
“Now, now. I couldn’t let you leave on good conscience without a proper demonstration.” Sungmin purrs, popping the buttons open and curling his fingers around the soft silk of the tie of Kyuhyun’s school uniform. If Kyuhyun didn’t know better, he would say this was a scene right out of a porno. You know, except for the fact that he couldn’t seem to make any noise other than unintelligent gurgling as he is pulled into a small room behind the register after Sungmin flips the sign to ‘closed’ and locks the outside door.
“I… That. Are you- are you sure?” Kyuhyun squeaks as his vest and shirt are pulled from his body and tossed to the side. When the hell has anything like this happened to anyone in real life?
“Mmm… Of course I’m sure. Mi told me he had a friend that was going to be coming in today, but I never thought you’d be completely my type. The fact you’re a virgin is just icing on the cake.” Sungmin replies with an innocent smile that is completely contradictory to the way he’s pulling his shirt off and climbing to straddle Kyuhyun’s lap. “Since you’re so cute, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.”
Okay, now he knows he’s dreaming. There is no way on earth that someone would just pull a random stranger into a room and offer them whatever they wanted. But if it’s a dream, he should just go with it, right?
At least that’s what he tries to convince himself. It’s not like he ever has to come back or see this guy again if something goes terribly wrong, and he can just ignore his hyungs and become a hermit if they find out. Yes, that sounds like a good plan.
“Oh… A-alright.” His voice still cracks, but he can feel his confidence coming back. There’s a gorgeous man on his lap and lips on his neck, and he would be an idiot to pass this up. And if there is one thing that Kyuhyun isn’t, it’s an idiot.
“But there is something you should probably know, Kyuhyun-ah.” Sungmin whispers next to his ear, lips soft and breath warm. In any other situation Kyuhyun would have found it to be almost predatory, but the desire that shoots through his spine and pools in his groin is clouding his judgment the smallest bit. “I like to be in control.”
If anyone else were to ask him, Kyuhyun would adamantly deny that he would be submissive to anyone. But the promise in Sungmin’s eyes was quickly changing his thoughts about something like that. Unless Sungmin wanted to fuck him, of course. He would definitely put up a fight if that happened.
“Okay.” Kyuhyun finally says, taking a moment to reel in his imagination before he looks up and meets Sungmin’s gaze. There’s been a lot of him forgetting how to form coherent sentences, and it only gets worse when he’s tugged farther into the back of the store, the lips on his throat turning into teeth and his belt being worked open almost frantically. “But I- I’ve never…”
“That’s just fine with me.” The smaller man assures him, falling to his knees in front of Kyuhyun and taking the remainder of Kyuhyun’s clothing with him. Kyuhyun watches Sungmin’s cheeks flush, but if the hungry look in his eyes is anything to judge by, it’s not embarrassment. “I’ll just have to teach you.”
Kyuhyun’s hands grip the edge of the table he’s been pushed against, and his eyes roll back in his head when a hot, wet tongue presses against the head of his cock and soft fingers press into the supple flesh of his thighs. Sungmin is teasing him with each swipe of that pink muscle, and Kyuhyun doesn’t even care anymore that he’s whimpering.
He’s never felt anything like the almost suffocating heat of Sungmin’s mouth around him, and the look Sungmin gives him when he glances down almost has him losing it right there. It’s like he was made for this; lips stretched perfectly and eyelashes dark against the soft pink painted on his cheekbones. Kyuhyun tentatively slips a hand into Sungmin’s soft black locks and he’s sure that he sees the older man grinning up at him.
“Pull my hair, Kyuhyun. I like it rough.” Sungmin decides to take a moment to urge Kyuhyun on, fingers pressing harder into his thighs and mouth working along his length faster than before. The slurping is completely obscene and Kyuhyun pulls a little harder than he means to, but only gets a pathetic, muffled moan from Sungmin in response. It’s more arousing than anything he’s ever seen or heard before, and Kyuhyun’s vision goes white as he releases long and hard into that eager mouth.
Kyuhyun feels his legs about to give out underneath him, and he only decides to open his eyes when he hears soft slurping similar to the noises Sungmin was making moments before. The sight that greets him has his cock jumping to life all over again.
“Such a mess.” Sungmin says with a feral grin as his thumb swipes at a streak of come on the corner of his mouth. Kyuhyun is reminded of a cat when he brings it to his lips and laps up every last bit of it. His job is fitting, but Kyuhyun thinks he should be a porn star. “But I promised you a demonstration, so why don’t you have a seat. Or maybe you’d prefer something a little more interactive?”
Interactive. Oh, that sounds very nice.
“I- that sounds good.” Kyuhyun replies dumbly, allowing himself to be pulled on top of Sungmin when he hops up onto the table. When did Sungmin take the rest of his clothes off? And how did he miss him setting both the vibrator and bottle of lube on the table next to him? Maybe he was a ninja.
“Well then come here and kiss me.” Sungmin commands, hand slipping to the back of Kyuhyun’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss that tastes completely different than any he’s had before. Though that probably had to do with what Sungmin just had in his mouth. But the possessive and demanding way that Sungmin was pulling at his hair and dominating him with a simple kiss had Kyuhyun forgetting about that part of it.
Kyuhyun can’t help but become pliant when Sungmin nips at his lower lip and growls at him. Such a good boy.
It’s so much sexier than it has a right to be.
“Don’t be shy, Kyuhyun-ah,” Sungmin urges as he guides Kyuhyun’s hands to his own pants that he had managed to open but not push down any farther than his hips. There were other things more important taking up his attention, after all. “You won’t break me.”
Kyuhyun’s fingers fumble for a moment before he manages to hook them under the waistband of Sungmin’s jeans and pull them down his legs. He tries to keep his hands from trembling after tossing the garment to the side, but finds it incredibly difficult when he catches Sungmin’s lazy grin, “Cat got your tongue?”
“You… you’re not- wearing any…” Kyuhyun can feel his entire face growing warmer by the moment while he stuttered through his thoughts. Sungmin clearly wasn’t a normal person, and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but wonder what kind of a person would be able to handle him as a lover. It sounded like a fun challenge to him.
“Underwear? No, I suppose I’m not.” Sungmin chuckles, one hand grasping the small bottle next to him while the other slips to the back of Kyuhyun’s neck to pull him closer, lips brushing against the shell of the younger man’s ear. “Now why don’t you put that to good use, hmm?”
The small bottle is thrust into Kyuhyun’s hand and he stares dumbly at it for a moment before he’s shaken out of his thoughts by another sigh from Sungmin.
“Are you going to make me do everything?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, lips curling up into a playful grin once more, “Not that I mind putting on a show, but I’m sure that it will be a lot more fun to put these to good use.”
Sungmin lowers his eyelids and takes Kyuhyun’s free hand in both of his own, grinning at the way the shy boy’s eyes grow to the size of saucers when he brushes his tongue over the tip of Kyuhyun’s index finger. Sungmin wraps his lips around the digit and watches Kyuhyun’s Adam’s apple bob with a mischievous grin. Though the best reaction comes when Sungmin carefully swings his leg up to rest his ankle on Kyuhyun’s shoulder and Kyuhyun chokes on air.
“I’m sure you don’t need a play by play,” Sungmin says with one last flick of his tongue to that same finger. He breathes a sigh of relief when Kyuhyun pops the cap of the lube open and squeezes some onto his fingers with trembling hands. He’s starting to become a little impatient until he feels that same slick digit pressing meekly against his entrance. “Do it now, Kyuhyun.”
The way that he immediately pushes that finger inside rather roughly has Sungmin arching his back and letting out a soft whimper as his fingers bite into Kyuhyun’s biceps. This was what he had been trying for the entire night; working Kyuhyun’s sanity until he lost all control of his rational mind and forgot his nervousness. It was Sungmin’s specialty and always made sex that much hotter.
“More… I want more. Harder,” Sungmin whines, pushing his hips back and hoping that Kyuhyun will listen and stop being so timid. It isn’t fun if he has complete control, after all.
There’s only a slight hesitation before Kyuhyun slips a second finger inside and begins to move them far more fluidly than Sungmin thinks a virgin would. Though there is a bit of unevenness to the rhythm that builds as anticipation curls deep in Kyuhyun’s stomach and Sungmin feels the hard line of his cock pressing against his thigh. Everything might be going fast for Kyuhyun, but Sungmin can’t help but feel it isn’t progressing fast enough and wrenches Kyuhyun’s hand from between his legs.
Kyuhyun’s eyes snap up to Sungmin’s face, eyes shining in confusion at the soft whine the other man lets out from the feeling of emptiness. He knew he was going to fuck this up. There was no way that he was going to be able to satisfy a beautiful creature like Sungmin, and now he was going to be kicked out on his ass with his pants around his ankles.
“You look like a kicked puppy,” Sungmin laughs, voice shrouded in desire and coming out in breathy little pants, “Don’t make that face, Kyuhyun-ah.” Kyuhyun is about to speak when he feels a faint vibration against his palm. He had almost forgotten about that.
“Oh,” Kyuhyun breathes, hands shaking once again as he feels the leg that was dangling off the table moving up to hook around his waist and pull him just a bit closer as he pushes the buzzing toy into the other man at a torturously slow pace. He’s seen the way that people react to things like this in porn videos, but they’ve got nothing on the way that Sungmin whines and thrashes below him when he’s managed to bury the vibrator completely inside of him. “Does… does it feel good?” Kyuhyun wants to kick himself for asking something so stupid.
“Yes… Oh fuck, yes.” Sungmin hisses, head thrown back and pupils blown. Kyuhyun is sure he’s never seen anything more captivating, and there’s a small voice telling him that he wants to see this every day; maybe three or four times a day, even if he knows that will never happen.
He flicks his wrist and twists it just a bit, and is completely blown away by the high pitched cry it pulls from Sungmin and causes him to dig his fingers deeper into his arms as he tries to anchor himself to something, anything. It’s a bit of a confidence booster, and Kyuhyun does his best to keep that angle as he obeys each order Sungmin gives him - harder, faster, right there.
It’s sudden and completely unexpected when Sungmin comes all over himself and releases a long string of incoherent expletives loud enough to garner the attention of anyone that might have been in the store. Kyuhyun can only stare as his hand continues to move on its own. He had heard about people being able to come without being touched, but he never thought he would be lucky enough to meet one of them. It is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his life.
Sungmin’s body is still trembling when he pulls Kyuhyun down for a sloppy kiss with quivering hands. He can’t tell if it’s him or Sungmin moaning, but it doesn’t matter anymore when the toy is turned off and tossed to the floor with a soft clatter and a soft, warm hand wraps around his erection, already slick with precome, and gives him a slow stroke.
“You’re a fast learner,” Sungmin pants, somehow managing to sit up enough to balance himself on his elbows. He tosses his hair out of his eyes and gives Kyuhyun a satisfied grin that has him wondering how it would feel to wake up to that every day. “You keep spacing out. Is this all too much for you?”
“N-no! I just- I’ve never seen someone… someone like you.” Kyuhyun stutters, heat rising in his face and coloring his cheeks once again. There’s a challenge in Sungmin’s eyes, and he tries to swallow down his nerves before continuing, “I never thought that something like this would happen to me. E-especially the first time.” The last little bit was mumbled with a hushed voice, embarrassment coursing through him as he admitted that.
“Well you know,” Sungmin began with a bit of soft laughter as he pulled himself up and tucked his legs that had been wrapped around Kyuhyun under himself, brining him to Kyuhyun’s eye level. “I’m not like this with everyone I meet, and if you keep this up,” Sungmin’s arms hook around Kyuhyun’s neck once more to pull him close, “I might have to take you home with me.”
“I… That- you…” Once again, Kyuhyun finds his brain short circuiting with the suggestion dripping from his words. More gurgling noises that he hopes are words spill from his mouth until Sungmin presses a finger to his lips and pushes a little foil packet into his hand. “Stop thinking so much.”
Kyuhyun nods and takes a deep breath to calm himself down before tearing open the package and rolling the latex over himself with only a little bit of difficulty. The next few moments are filled with tension as Sungmin repositions his legs over Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and around his waist and Kyuhyun moves forward those last few inches until he’s pressed right up against where he wants to be. But he doesn’t have time to catch his breath because Sungmin is pushing his hips down and his head is spinning from the tight heat and the deep moan the smaller man emits.
When their hips finally meet, Kyuhyun nearly falls on top of Sungmin, but manages to simply drop his forehead to the older man’s shoulder until he has a chance to catch his breath.
“F-fuck, Kyuhyun…” Sungmin whimpers after a moment, having found his voice again. He looks like he wants to say something else, but can’t manage to get anything out other than soft whimpered moans.
Kyuhyun bites his lip softly and leans up, placing his hands on either side of Sungmin’s shoulders before giving an experimental roll of his hips and watching the way a shiver runs up Sungmin’s spine. His mind keeps going back to the incentive he’s been given, so Kyuhyun is sure to pay close attention to Sungmin’s reactions with each shift and thrust of his hips.
One particular angle has Sungmin making the same desperate mewling sounds from before, and Kyuhyun knows he’s finally gotten it right. Kyuhyun knows that he has to get this right if he wants a chance at this again, but if the way that Sungmin’s mouth is hanging open and pouring out a string of curses and pleas for more are any indication, he doesn’t have much to worry about. Sungmin’s breathing is becoming shallow, and he seems to be losing his voice, or at the very least, the ability to form coherent thoughts.
A thin sheen of sweat covers their bodies as Kyuhyun picks up the pace and tries to keep up with the intense, almost hungry way Sungmin is kissing him. The fingers curling in his hair border between pain and pleasure, and Kyuhyun begins to understand why Sungmin likes it rough. There’s just something so primal and passionate about this man, and the haze of pleasure has Kyuhyun thinking he might just be falling in love. Lust does crazy things to a man.
Everything is building faster than Kyuhyun is willing to admit, but he makes sure to keep thrusting erratically when he stands up fully again and turns his head to press a kiss to the inside of Sungmin’s ankle that is perched on his shoulder. Kyuhyun’s hands find purchase on Sungmin’s hips, fingers pressing into supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises when he feels the barely noticeable fluttering of Sungmin’s muscles around him.
“Kyu- Kyuhyun please.” Sungmin whines, head thrashing from side to side and one hand releasing Kyuhyun’s bicep in favor of wrapping it around his own weeping erection that has been smearing precome over his already sticky stomach with each harsh jerk of Kyuhyun’s hips. “I’m so close… Harder, fuck me harder!”
Kyuhyun puts everything he’s got into the next few thrusts, hips stuttering when he watches the beautiful curve Sungmin’s back creates as he spills all over his hand and stomach with a sharp cry of his name. If the sight alone wasn’t enough to have him coming, the way that Sungmin clenches repeatedly around him is. His own cry of the older man’s name is muffled into his shoulder when he falls forward and Sungmin’s ankle slips from his shoulder to once again hang over the side of the table.
“You… That- holy shit,” Sungmin pants a few moments after pulling Kyuhyun into his arms, lazy grin returning to his lips once more. It takes a moment, but Kyuhyun raises his head and looks up at the other man, hair damp with sweat and cheeks flushed the prettiest color. “You really are a fantastic student.”
“Th-thank you, Sungmin-sshi,” Kyuhyun mumbles, ignoring the way his heart speeds up from the compliment and satisfied look on Sungmin’s face. He knows that once the afterglow is gone, Sungmin will shove him away and out of the shop. But just for that moment, he allows himself to pretend that there is something more between them. “You… You’re amazing- the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” The post-sex haze has made him grow bold, but he’s happy when he receives a soft laugh and a light push to his shoulder.
“You’re really cute, you know that? A true romantic,” Sungmin’s cheeks are an even darker shade than his own when Kyuhyun looks up, and he find himself staring dumbly once again. “Being so, I think this means you need to take me out to dinner.”
“You really… Would want to go out with someone like me?” Kyuhyun asks, disbelief laced through every word. He knows that this is a dream, but he wishes with every part of himself that it isn’t; that he isn’t just imagining this.
“Not someone like you,” Kyuhyun feels his heart sink, and it must show on his face because Sungmin reaches up to kiss him with more tenderness than he would expect. “You. Believe it or not, you’re just my type. And after what just happened, there’s no way I’m going to let you go without at least a proper date. Besides,” Sungmin pulls back and the grin he directs at Kyuhyun holds an incredible amount of promise, “I would love to see what you look like tied to my bed.”
Kyuhyun’s throat goes dry and his hands unconsciously tighten on Sungmin’s hips, eyes nearly bulging out of his head.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.”