Your Bet's as Good as Mine (5/16)
Title: Your Bet's as Good as Mine (5/16)
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Words: 3,123
Beta: chibisuz
Warnings: this chapter has smut
Comments are love ^^
Changmin didn't remember how they got to his apartment; he didn't know how they had managed to make it to his bed without ripping their clothes off each other right in public, nor did he think it mattered.
All that mattered was the fact that right now, Yunho was above him half naked and looking like he would very much like to eat Changmin.
Changmin's heart was pounding from sheer anticipation, couldn't believe that finally, finally, he would get what he had been lusting after for so long. The alcohol was helping.
His hands made their way down to Yunho's pants, trying to unbuckle the belt clumsily.
Above him, Yunho chuckled, voice hot against Changmin skin. "What, no foreplay?"
"We've had two months of foreplay, now shut up and take off your pants," he replied, hands roaming restlessly across Yunho’s abs, his torso, his back muscles. He felt like he would explode if he didn't get what he wanted right now.
Yunho obliged him, taking his pants and boxers off in one go, finally naked. He wrapped a hand around his erection, which stood proud and erect, stroked languidly and watched Changmin with hooded eyes while Changmin could feel his mouth water.
He reached for it, but Yunho leaned away. Changmin growled, but Yunho only laughed, eyes dark. He gritted his teeth, tried his best not to beat Yunho unconscious for playing with him, but Changmin kind of needed him awake if he wanted to be fucked.
"Yunho," Changmin growled again.
"Changmin-ah it's not fair if you're not naked too you know."
"So then get me naked," he snapped.
Yunho's eyes glittered. "With pleasure."
He yanked Changmin's pants off and let them fall to the floor. He licked his lips as he eyed Changmin's obvious erection through his boxer-briefs. Bringing his head down, he licked and mouthed at his stiff length through the fabric until it was wet. Changmin forgot all about his earlier annoyance and gasped with pleasure, hands pulling roughly at Yunho's hair.
"Yunho please," he moaned.
"Please what?"
Ugh Yunho was that type of lover, Changmin managed to think, growing more and more annoyed with the situation.
"Fuck me already," he said through gritted teeth.
"Wow Changdola you're getting pretty demanding."
Changmin could feel his erection start to soften a little; Yunho seemed to notice, and looked at him with confusion in his eyes.
"Just so you know, too much teasing turns me off and makes me angry," he announced matter-of-factly.
"Is that so? Well then you should've just said so," Yunho replied, and that was when he stopped fooling around, eyes glinting.
He leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to Changmin's lips. Changmin moaned into the kiss, raising his hips a little to rub his crotch against Yunho's. Yunho pulled away, gasping before he reached down to pull Changmin's boxer briefs off. He wrapped a hand around Changmin's stiff length, watching his face.
Changmin tried to form words, but all that came out were shuddered breaths. And really, what words existed that could possibly describe the pleasure that was shooting through his body right now?
Yunho stroked his shaft, up and down and occasionally dipping a finger into the slit. Precome oozed profusely as he pressed his thumb against the vein along the underside, and Changmin whined.
"Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat, just for me," Yunho breathed into his ears.
His words caused Changmin to flush, but he couldn't even speak, air escaping his mouth without a sound.
"Know what I wanna do to you? I wanna fuck you hard, pound in to you over and over again until I fuck all thought out of you, until all you can feel is me so deep in that pretty little ass of yours that you'll feel me all the way up there" -Changmin's breath hitched, Yunho's hand pumping him fast and hard all the while- "until the bed is banging against the wall and the neighbors call the cops, paint your gorgeous body in my cum and-"
"Yunho s-stop. I'm gonna c-come," he said, and he would be appalled at how his voice was so breathy and whiny, but he couldn't be bothered to care right now; all that was important was that Yunho never stop touching him, never stop talking in that rough deep voice. His arms tightened around Yunho's neck, hips bucking into the tight grip Yunho had around him.
"So come," he said, tone challenging.
"No, I don't wan-"
"Come," he said, voice hard and commanding, so Changmin did.
He came with an embarrassing sound, moaning Yunho's name as he spilled all over Yunho's hands and abdomen, and it was so much better than any orgasm he ever had through his own hands.
Yunho stroked him through it, kissing Changmin's jaw and neck as his body jerked uncontrollably, eyes closed and panting.
When he was done and stopped moving, arms slipping from around Yunho to lay limp on the sheets, Yunho licked his cum stained hands as Changmin watched with heavy-lidded eyes, still breathing hard.
"You like dirty talk huh? Feel better Changdola?" Yunho purred, coming closer until they were mouth-to-mouth, eyes full of mischief.
"Yes but I still want-" he cut himself off, his face warming and unable to voice what he wanted, feeling strangely shy as he stared straight into Yunho's slanted eyes above him.
Yunho was merciful, for once. "You still want me to fuck you?"
Changmin nodded slightly, blushing.
"Well then," Yunho said, eyes dark, "your wish is my command."
Looking Changmin right in the eye, he let his hand trail down over Changmin's body, just barely touching him, raising goosebumps on his skin. Changmin's eyes fluttered shut as his stomach did flip flops. He reached for Yunho, but Yunho took both of his wrists in one hand and held them down over his head. Changmin tried to free his hands with a desperate sound but the older man held tightly.
"You don't get to touch me," Yunho said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Changmin looked at him in dismay, having an idea where this was headed.
"I get to touch you," he breathed into Changmin's ear, happy as a fish in water.
Changmin whimpered when Yunho bit his ear none too gently.
His hand continued its exploration down Changmin’s body, and Changmin resigned himself to his fate, head falling against the pillow as his stomach fluttered from Yunho’s touch. He was getting hard again.
Yunho’s hand slipped behind him, cupped his ass and squeezed slightly, finger slipping between his crack and touching his hole teasingly. And now he was painfully hard, and Yunho was asking him where the lube was but he had to repeat it a few times because Changmin couldn’t think straight with the alcohol in his system. Yunho’s finger playing along his crack wasn’t helping either.
“Um, what?” he asked, eyes shut tight.
“Lube, Changmin. Do you have any?”
And now Changmin knew the alcohol and Yunho’s nakedness were getting him properly drunk, because he opened his eyes and asked, “Why do you need lube?”
Yunho laughed out loud. “Changmin-ah we need lube to have sex. Are you too drunk for this? Should I stop?”
But Changmin would not hear any sort of nonsense like that, so he grabbed Yunho’s neck and pulled him close till he could look right in his eyes. “If you say that dreadful word again I will-”
“Okay okay I get it, you're not too drunk for this,” Yunho said, eyes crinkling in amusement.
“Good. It's in the second dresser drawer. Be back quick.”
Yunho laughed again and kissed him before getting up while Changmin admired his gorgeous, naked body. “Touch yourself," he threw over his shoulders.
He probably would’ve done that even if Yunho hadn’t ordered him to. He was just so fucking horny, and Yunho, that tease, was not helping the situation at all.
Yunho climbed back on the bed, lube bottle in hand, and crawled over Changmin before kissing him. “Hi, I missed you.”
Changmin’s stomach flipped for a different reason. “You were right here,” he managed.
“I still missed you,” he murmured over Changmin’s mouth, kissing the corner of his lips.
“I didn’t know you were such a sap,” Changmin said, eyes closing as he let Yunho’s mouth wander over his eyelashes.
“I get like that around you for some reason,” Yunho said, kissing the tip of Changmin’s nose now.
Trying to keep his wits about him in the face of Yunho’s sweet words, Changmin opened his eyes, feeling dizzy. But that was a mistake, because Yunho was looking at him in a way that made Changmin nervous from the intensity of his gaze.
Thankfully, after a short but strangely awkward silence, Yunho popped open the cap of the bottle, rubbing the lube over his fingers.
“Sorry, it’s gonna get messy,” Yunho said cheerfully, not at all apologetic.
“It’s okay, you’ll just do the laundry later.”
Yunho laughed, setting the bottle down on the nightstand. “Of course your majesty. Ready?"
"Finally."
“Geez Changmin such a brat,” Yunho said, bringing slick fingers to Changmin’s entrance. “How long has it been?”
“Uh.”
“I just wanna know how slow to go.”
“A long while. Go slow.”
Yunho accepted his reluctance to answer, and slowly pushed one finger in.
Changmin had completely forgotten how much it hurt. He squeezed his eyes shut with a small whimper of pain.
“I’m sorry it hurts, it’ll be fine in a minute,” Yunho murmured, pressing gentle kisses all over his face. He continued to move his finger in and out, waiting for Changmin to adjust before sliding a second finger in.
Changmin couldn't think now, not that he could before. He moaned as Yunho entered a third finger, sliding smoothly in and out.
When he deemed Changmin ready, he finally withdrew his fingers and reached down to the floor to pull a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans. He rolled it onto his erection, and as Changmin watched him, he couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" Yunho asked, settling between Changmin's legs and hitching them over his shoulders.
"Extra large," Changmin giggled, pliant under Yunho's large hands, and surely it was the alcohol taking a toll because Shim Changmin did not just giggle.
Yunho laughed, either at the joke or Changmin's giggling, Changmin wasn't sure.
Yunho slicked himself up generously, pressing the crown of his erection against Changmin's hole.
His eyes silently asked for permission one last time, and when Changmin nodded slightly, he pushed in slowly, so slowly until Changmin was gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed shut.
"Ah, fuck, you're huge," he panted, trying to relax.
"Thanks," Yunho said, voice strained. "You're so fucking tight."
"Thanks."
Finally seated deep inside Changmin, he stopped, a little breathless, running his hands up and down the outside of Changmin's thighs, trying to soothe him while Changmin forced himself to relax. The pain was easing away little by little to be replaced by the smallest tendrils of pleasure curling through his body.
"Okay, okay, move."
Yunho started slowly, tentatively rolling his hips, pleasure curling up Changmin's spine like long, thin, wisps of smoke, until Changmin was growling at him to go faster dammit!
As if he was waiting for the command, Yunho picked up the pace, going faster and faster until the headboard was banging against the wall, fucking all coherent thoughts out of his head.
"Fuck shit fuck Changmin," Yunho gasped.
Moans were spilling from Changmin's mouth, even curses too difficult to form. "Y-Yunho!"
His fingers were uselessly grasping at the bedsheets, looking for something to hold onto. And then Yunho hit that spot inside him and he screamed.
More more more he wanted more.
Yunho hit that spot over and over again, almost abusing him with the power of his thrusts, until he was delirious with pleasure, mouth open and eyes shut tight as he mewled and keened and screamed soundlessly.
The tightening in his abdomen was a delicious sort of pain; his hands came up to pull roughly at Yunho's hair. Sweat-slick legs slipped from Yunho's shoulders, and Yunho took the opportunity to bend over Changmin and plunge his tongue into his mouth. Changmin's hands roamed restlessly all over Yunho's body, finally coming up to cradle his face, did his best to kiss him back but couldn't focus on anything with his need to come almost drowning him.
"Yunho I'm g-gonna come," he choked out.
Yunho snapped his hips harder, driving Changmin closer and closer to the edge.
So, so close.
"Yunho, hyung, please touch me," Changmin begged, neglected cock aching now and spilling precome.
Yunho didn't need to be told twice; he reached down and wrapped those long fingers around Changmin's erection, grip tight. He pumped him quickly and without mercy, twisting his wrist in ways that made Changmin see stars, until he was ready to explode.
"Come Changmin, be a good boy and come for hyung," Yunho said, breathing labored.
And explode he did.
He came with a scream, so hard he was shooting his seed all over Yunho's chest and abdomen, body shaking uncontrollably, trying to suck air into his lungs. He clenched involuntarily and randomly around Yunho, causing him to groan. Yunho thrust once, twice, three times and then he came with a shout and Changmin felt a wet warmth inside him for long moments, Yunho's hips jerking into Changmin.
Yunho collapsed on top of him, chest heaving, but Changmin didn't notice, still coming down from his high.
They lay tangled in each other for long moments, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
Eventually Yunho lifted himself on shaking arms, pulling out of Changmin slowly and carefully. Changmin groaned at the loss, feeling empty. Cum spilled from his hole, onto the sheets and the insides of his thighs. Yunho chuckled softly, and ran his fingers over Changmin's face, pushing the sweaty hair out of his eyes. He leaned down and kissed him sweetly, and then got up.
"Where are you going?" Changmin mumbled, mind a pleasant haze.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back."
Changmin closed his eyes, unable to process anything but the wonderful buzz filling his mind. The bed dipped, and then something warm and wet was sliding over his body. Cracking his eyes open slightly, he saw Yunho gently wiping his stomach and the inside of his thighs clean with a wet washcloth, moving Changmin's boneless body as he needed to.
Despite the blankness that had overtaken his mind, his heart had the energy to flip several times. He hadn't expected Yunho to clean him up; his ex never had.
Done with his job, Yunho left the cloth on the floor as he crawled up beside Changmin, laying on his side and throwing an arm over Changmin's stomach. It seemed he had cleaned himself off in the bathroom.
Neither of them spoke for a while, minds clearing as the high of their orgasms slowly eased off.
Yunho's nakedness, the heat radiating off his body, offered a different kind of high though, and Changmin was addicted.
He looked at the man laying next to him; Yunho's eyes were closed, but Changmin knew he was awake. He shifted so that he was on his stomach, one arm supporting him while with the other he cradled Yunho's face. His movements caused Yunho to open his eyes. He looked at Changmin, something between curiosity and blankness in his eyes.
Changmin slanted his head, bought his lips down to Yunho's throat. Yunho tilted his head back, giving him more access while his eyes fluttered shut.
"I thought you were gonna paint my gorgeous body in your cum," Changmin murmured, a smile in his voice, over his Adam's apple, kissing it between words. He felt Yunho swallow.
"Is that what you want?" Yunho asked, voice rough.
"Mmm maybe," Changmin breathed over his jaw. He lifted his head and looked down at him. "I didn't get to kiss you properly."
"So kiss me now." Yunho was staring at his lips.
Changmin kissed him, none of the earlier fire and aggressiveness present, just slow and sweet as if he had all the time in the world and his sole purpose in life was to kiss those pouty cupid-bow lips.
He didn't know how he had held off so long; those lips were made for him to kiss, just for him and no one else. Yunho made a sound, and then brought his hands up to slide into Changmin's hair, deepening the kiss.
"You taste so good," Changmin said, not moving away.
"Why didn't you do this earlier?" Yunho mumbled.
"How did I know you'd be so sweet?" Changmined hummed against his lips.
Yunho broke away to laugh. "And someone told me I was the sap."
Changmin grinned, then moved on top of him, rubbing their cocks together.
Yunho groaned, and then said, voice strained, "Get off me, you're making me hard."
"You say it like it's a bad thing," Changmin teased, grinding harder against him, then lifting his body to slid a hand between them. He wrapped his hand around both their growing erections, stroking to full hardness.
"Changmin," Yunho moaned; Changmin kept on, watching the beautiful face beneath him twist with pleasure as he brought them both to ecstasy.
***
"Changmin."
"Mm?"
"Cuddle me."
Changmin laughed. Turning on his side toward Yunho, he nudged his head a little till he lifted it. Changmin slipped an arm underneath so Yunho could use it as a pillow, wrapping the other around his waist. "How can you make something so cute sound like so demanding?"
Yunho wrapped his own arms around Changmin, snuggling in close comfortably while his lashes fluttered closed against Changmin's chest. "I like cuddling."
"I can tell," Changmin said, amused at this appearance of Yunho's adorable side.
Stroking his hair, something suddenly occurred to him. "Weren't you using a condom?" he asked, squinting at the top of Yunho's head.
Yunho opened his eyes and looked up at him. "Uh, yeah, guess it broke," he says sheepishly. "Don't worry though! I'm clean."
Changmin narrowed his eyes at him, and opened his mouth to argue some more but Yunho cut him off with a kiss. "Lets talk in the morning, you're so tired," he said soothingly.
Hm, well he couldn't argue with that.
"Close your eyes, Changminnie."
As if under Yunho's command, Changmin's eyes slowly closed, the need for sleep crawling into his bones.
He felt Yunho shift and switch their positions, slipping an arm under Changmin's neck and the other around his waist. Changmin pressed closer. The last thing he felt before slipping off into dreamland was a sweet kiss pressed to his lips. "Good night Changminnie."
web counter
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Words: 3,123
Beta: chibisuz
Warnings: this chapter has smut
Comments are love ^^
Changmin didn't remember how they got to his apartment; he didn't know how they had managed to make it to his bed without ripping their clothes off each other right in public, nor did he think it mattered.
All that mattered was the fact that right now, Yunho was above him half naked and looking like he would very much like to eat Changmin.
Changmin's heart was pounding from sheer anticipation, couldn't believe that finally, finally, he would get what he had been lusting after for so long. The alcohol was helping.
His hands made their way down to Yunho's pants, trying to unbuckle the belt clumsily.
Above him, Yunho chuckled, voice hot against Changmin skin. "What, no foreplay?"
"We've had two months of foreplay, now shut up and take off your pants," he replied, hands roaming restlessly across Yunho’s abs, his torso, his back muscles. He felt like he would explode if he didn't get what he wanted right now.
Yunho obliged him, taking his pants and boxers off in one go, finally naked. He wrapped a hand around his erection, which stood proud and erect, stroked languidly and watched Changmin with hooded eyes while Changmin could feel his mouth water.
He reached for it, but Yunho leaned away. Changmin growled, but Yunho only laughed, eyes dark. He gritted his teeth, tried his best not to beat Yunho unconscious for playing with him, but Changmin kind of needed him awake if he wanted to be fucked.
"Yunho," Changmin growled again.
"Changmin-ah it's not fair if you're not naked too you know."
"So then get me naked," he snapped.
Yunho's eyes glittered. "With pleasure."
He yanked Changmin's pants off and let them fall to the floor. He licked his lips as he eyed Changmin's obvious erection through his boxer-briefs. Bringing his head down, he licked and mouthed at his stiff length through the fabric until it was wet. Changmin forgot all about his earlier annoyance and gasped with pleasure, hands pulling roughly at Yunho's hair.
"Yunho please," he moaned.
"Please what?"
Ugh Yunho was that type of lover, Changmin managed to think, growing more and more annoyed with the situation.
"Fuck me already," he said through gritted teeth.
"Wow Changdola you're getting pretty demanding."
Changmin could feel his erection start to soften a little; Yunho seemed to notice, and looked at him with confusion in his eyes.
"Just so you know, too much teasing turns me off and makes me angry," he announced matter-of-factly.
"Is that so? Well then you should've just said so," Yunho replied, and that was when he stopped fooling around, eyes glinting.
He leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to Changmin's lips. Changmin moaned into the kiss, raising his hips a little to rub his crotch against Yunho's. Yunho pulled away, gasping before he reached down to pull Changmin's boxer briefs off. He wrapped a hand around Changmin's stiff length, watching his face.
Changmin tried to form words, but all that came out were shuddered breaths. And really, what words existed that could possibly describe the pleasure that was shooting through his body right now?
Yunho stroked his shaft, up and down and occasionally dipping a finger into the slit. Precome oozed profusely as he pressed his thumb against the vein along the underside, and Changmin whined.
"Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat, just for me," Yunho breathed into his ears.
His words caused Changmin to flush, but he couldn't even speak, air escaping his mouth without a sound.
"Know what I wanna do to you? I wanna fuck you hard, pound in to you over and over again until I fuck all thought out of you, until all you can feel is me so deep in that pretty little ass of yours that you'll feel me all the way up there" -Changmin's breath hitched, Yunho's hand pumping him fast and hard all the while- "until the bed is banging against the wall and the neighbors call the cops, paint your gorgeous body in my cum and-"
"Yunho s-stop. I'm gonna c-come," he said, and he would be appalled at how his voice was so breathy and whiny, but he couldn't be bothered to care right now; all that was important was that Yunho never stop touching him, never stop talking in that rough deep voice. His arms tightened around Yunho's neck, hips bucking into the tight grip Yunho had around him.
"So come," he said, tone challenging.
"No, I don't wan-"
"Come," he said, voice hard and commanding, so Changmin did.
He came with an embarrassing sound, moaning Yunho's name as he spilled all over Yunho's hands and abdomen, and it was so much better than any orgasm he ever had through his own hands.
Yunho stroked him through it, kissing Changmin's jaw and neck as his body jerked uncontrollably, eyes closed and panting.
When he was done and stopped moving, arms slipping from around Yunho to lay limp on the sheets, Yunho licked his cum stained hands as Changmin watched with heavy-lidded eyes, still breathing hard.
"You like dirty talk huh? Feel better Changdola?" Yunho purred, coming closer until they were mouth-to-mouth, eyes full of mischief.
"Yes but I still want-" he cut himself off, his face warming and unable to voice what he wanted, feeling strangely shy as he stared straight into Yunho's slanted eyes above him.
Yunho was merciful, for once. "You still want me to fuck you?"
Changmin nodded slightly, blushing.
"Well then," Yunho said, eyes dark, "your wish is my command."
Looking Changmin right in the eye, he let his hand trail down over Changmin's body, just barely touching him, raising goosebumps on his skin. Changmin's eyes fluttered shut as his stomach did flip flops. He reached for Yunho, but Yunho took both of his wrists in one hand and held them down over his head. Changmin tried to free his hands with a desperate sound but the older man held tightly.
"You don't get to touch me," Yunho said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Changmin looked at him in dismay, having an idea where this was headed.
"I get to touch you," he breathed into Changmin's ear, happy as a fish in water.
Changmin whimpered when Yunho bit his ear none too gently.
His hand continued its exploration down Changmin’s body, and Changmin resigned himself to his fate, head falling against the pillow as his stomach fluttered from Yunho’s touch. He was getting hard again.
Yunho’s hand slipped behind him, cupped his ass and squeezed slightly, finger slipping between his crack and touching his hole teasingly. And now he was painfully hard, and Yunho was asking him where the lube was but he had to repeat it a few times because Changmin couldn’t think straight with the alcohol in his system. Yunho’s finger playing along his crack wasn’t helping either.
“Um, what?” he asked, eyes shut tight.
“Lube, Changmin. Do you have any?”
And now Changmin knew the alcohol and Yunho’s nakedness were getting him properly drunk, because he opened his eyes and asked, “Why do you need lube?”
Yunho laughed out loud. “Changmin-ah we need lube to have sex. Are you too drunk for this? Should I stop?”
But Changmin would not hear any sort of nonsense like that, so he grabbed Yunho’s neck and pulled him close till he could look right in his eyes. “If you say that dreadful word again I will-”
“Okay okay I get it, you're not too drunk for this,” Yunho said, eyes crinkling in amusement.
“Good. It's in the second dresser drawer. Be back quick.”
Yunho laughed again and kissed him before getting up while Changmin admired his gorgeous, naked body. “Touch yourself," he threw over his shoulders.
He probably would’ve done that even if Yunho hadn’t ordered him to. He was just so fucking horny, and Yunho, that tease, was not helping the situation at all.
Yunho climbed back on the bed, lube bottle in hand, and crawled over Changmin before kissing him. “Hi, I missed you.”
Changmin’s stomach flipped for a different reason. “You were right here,” he managed.
“I still missed you,” he murmured over Changmin’s mouth, kissing the corner of his lips.
“I didn’t know you were such a sap,” Changmin said, eyes closing as he let Yunho’s mouth wander over his eyelashes.
“I get like that around you for some reason,” Yunho said, kissing the tip of Changmin’s nose now.
Trying to keep his wits about him in the face of Yunho’s sweet words, Changmin opened his eyes, feeling dizzy. But that was a mistake, because Yunho was looking at him in a way that made Changmin nervous from the intensity of his gaze.
Thankfully, after a short but strangely awkward silence, Yunho popped open the cap of the bottle, rubbing the lube over his fingers.
“Sorry, it’s gonna get messy,” Yunho said cheerfully, not at all apologetic.
“It’s okay, you’ll just do the laundry later.”
Yunho laughed, setting the bottle down on the nightstand. “Of course your majesty. Ready?"
"Finally."
“Geez Changmin such a brat,” Yunho said, bringing slick fingers to Changmin’s entrance. “How long has it been?”
“Uh.”
“I just wanna know how slow to go.”
“A long while. Go slow.”
Yunho accepted his reluctance to answer, and slowly pushed one finger in.
Changmin had completely forgotten how much it hurt. He squeezed his eyes shut with a small whimper of pain.
“I’m sorry it hurts, it’ll be fine in a minute,” Yunho murmured, pressing gentle kisses all over his face. He continued to move his finger in and out, waiting for Changmin to adjust before sliding a second finger in.
Changmin couldn't think now, not that he could before. He moaned as Yunho entered a third finger, sliding smoothly in and out.
When he deemed Changmin ready, he finally withdrew his fingers and reached down to the floor to pull a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans. He rolled it onto his erection, and as Changmin watched him, he couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" Yunho asked, settling between Changmin's legs and hitching them over his shoulders.
"Extra large," Changmin giggled, pliant under Yunho's large hands, and surely it was the alcohol taking a toll because Shim Changmin did not just giggle.
Yunho laughed, either at the joke or Changmin's giggling, Changmin wasn't sure.
Yunho slicked himself up generously, pressing the crown of his erection against Changmin's hole.
His eyes silently asked for permission one last time, and when Changmin nodded slightly, he pushed in slowly, so slowly until Changmin was gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed shut.
"Ah, fuck, you're huge," he panted, trying to relax.
"Thanks," Yunho said, voice strained. "You're so fucking tight."
"Thanks."
Finally seated deep inside Changmin, he stopped, a little breathless, running his hands up and down the outside of Changmin's thighs, trying to soothe him while Changmin forced himself to relax. The pain was easing away little by little to be replaced by the smallest tendrils of pleasure curling through his body.
"Okay, okay, move."
Yunho started slowly, tentatively rolling his hips, pleasure curling up Changmin's spine like long, thin, wisps of smoke, until Changmin was growling at him to go faster dammit!
As if he was waiting for the command, Yunho picked up the pace, going faster and faster until the headboard was banging against the wall, fucking all coherent thoughts out of his head.
"Fuck shit fuck Changmin," Yunho gasped.
Moans were spilling from Changmin's mouth, even curses too difficult to form. "Y-Yunho!"
His fingers were uselessly grasping at the bedsheets, looking for something to hold onto. And then Yunho hit that spot inside him and he screamed.
More more more he wanted more.
Yunho hit that spot over and over again, almost abusing him with the power of his thrusts, until he was delirious with pleasure, mouth open and eyes shut tight as he mewled and keened and screamed soundlessly.
The tightening in his abdomen was a delicious sort of pain; his hands came up to pull roughly at Yunho's hair. Sweat-slick legs slipped from Yunho's shoulders, and Yunho took the opportunity to bend over Changmin and plunge his tongue into his mouth. Changmin's hands roamed restlessly all over Yunho's body, finally coming up to cradle his face, did his best to kiss him back but couldn't focus on anything with his need to come almost drowning him.
"Yunho I'm g-gonna come," he choked out.
Yunho snapped his hips harder, driving Changmin closer and closer to the edge.
So, so close.
"Yunho, hyung, please touch me," Changmin begged, neglected cock aching now and spilling precome.
Yunho didn't need to be told twice; he reached down and wrapped those long fingers around Changmin's erection, grip tight. He pumped him quickly and without mercy, twisting his wrist in ways that made Changmin see stars, until he was ready to explode.
"Come Changmin, be a good boy and come for hyung," Yunho said, breathing labored.
And explode he did.
He came with a scream, so hard he was shooting his seed all over Yunho's chest and abdomen, body shaking uncontrollably, trying to suck air into his lungs. He clenched involuntarily and randomly around Yunho, causing him to groan. Yunho thrust once, twice, three times and then he came with a shout and Changmin felt a wet warmth inside him for long moments, Yunho's hips jerking into Changmin.
Yunho collapsed on top of him, chest heaving, but Changmin didn't notice, still coming down from his high.
They lay tangled in each other for long moments, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
Eventually Yunho lifted himself on shaking arms, pulling out of Changmin slowly and carefully. Changmin groaned at the loss, feeling empty. Cum spilled from his hole, onto the sheets and the insides of his thighs. Yunho chuckled softly, and ran his fingers over Changmin's face, pushing the sweaty hair out of his eyes. He leaned down and kissed him sweetly, and then got up.
"Where are you going?" Changmin mumbled, mind a pleasant haze.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back."
Changmin closed his eyes, unable to process anything but the wonderful buzz filling his mind. The bed dipped, and then something warm and wet was sliding over his body. Cracking his eyes open slightly, he saw Yunho gently wiping his stomach and the inside of his thighs clean with a wet washcloth, moving Changmin's boneless body as he needed to.
Despite the blankness that had overtaken his mind, his heart had the energy to flip several times. He hadn't expected Yunho to clean him up; his ex never had.
Done with his job, Yunho left the cloth on the floor as he crawled up beside Changmin, laying on his side and throwing an arm over Changmin's stomach. It seemed he had cleaned himself off in the bathroom.
Neither of them spoke for a while, minds clearing as the high of their orgasms slowly eased off.
Yunho's nakedness, the heat radiating off his body, offered a different kind of high though, and Changmin was addicted.
He looked at the man laying next to him; Yunho's eyes were closed, but Changmin knew he was awake. He shifted so that he was on his stomach, one arm supporting him while with the other he cradled Yunho's face. His movements caused Yunho to open his eyes. He looked at Changmin, something between curiosity and blankness in his eyes.
Changmin slanted his head, bought his lips down to Yunho's throat. Yunho tilted his head back, giving him more access while his eyes fluttered shut.
"I thought you were gonna paint my gorgeous body in your cum," Changmin murmured, a smile in his voice, over his Adam's apple, kissing it between words. He felt Yunho swallow.
"Is that what you want?" Yunho asked, voice rough.
"Mmm maybe," Changmin breathed over his jaw. He lifted his head and looked down at him. "I didn't get to kiss you properly."
"So kiss me now." Yunho was staring at his lips.
Changmin kissed him, none of the earlier fire and aggressiveness present, just slow and sweet as if he had all the time in the world and his sole purpose in life was to kiss those pouty cupid-bow lips.
He didn't know how he had held off so long; those lips were made for him to kiss, just for him and no one else. Yunho made a sound, and then brought his hands up to slide into Changmin's hair, deepening the kiss.
"You taste so good," Changmin said, not moving away.
"Why didn't you do this earlier?" Yunho mumbled.
"How did I know you'd be so sweet?" Changmined hummed against his lips.
Yunho broke away to laugh. "And someone told me I was the sap."
Changmin grinned, then moved on top of him, rubbing their cocks together.
Yunho groaned, and then said, voice strained, "Get off me, you're making me hard."
"You say it like it's a bad thing," Changmin teased, grinding harder against him, then lifting his body to slid a hand between them. He wrapped his hand around both their growing erections, stroking to full hardness.
"Changmin," Yunho moaned; Changmin kept on, watching the beautiful face beneath him twist with pleasure as he brought them both to ecstasy.
***
"Changmin."
"Mm?"
"Cuddle me."
Changmin laughed. Turning on his side toward Yunho, he nudged his head a little till he lifted it. Changmin slipped an arm underneath so Yunho could use it as a pillow, wrapping the other around his waist. "How can you make something so cute sound like so demanding?"
Yunho wrapped his own arms around Changmin, snuggling in close comfortably while his lashes fluttered closed against Changmin's chest. "I like cuddling."
"I can tell," Changmin said, amused at this appearance of Yunho's adorable side.
Stroking his hair, something suddenly occurred to him. "Weren't you using a condom?" he asked, squinting at the top of Yunho's head.
Yunho opened his eyes and looked up at him. "Uh, yeah, guess it broke," he says sheepishly. "Don't worry though! I'm clean."
Changmin narrowed his eyes at him, and opened his mouth to argue some more but Yunho cut him off with a kiss. "Lets talk in the morning, you're so tired," he said soothingly.
Hm, well he couldn't argue with that.
"Close your eyes, Changminnie."
As if under Yunho's command, Changmin's eyes slowly closed, the need for sleep crawling into his bones.
He felt Yunho shift and switch their positions, slipping an arm under Changmin's neck and the other around his waist. Changmin pressed closer. The last thing he felt before slipping off into dreamland was a sweet kiss pressed to his lips. "Good night Changminnie."
web counter