Copper and Your Man's Soda
Copper and Your Man's Sodas
Author : sylva_anggia
Pairing : KyuMin
Rating : NC-17
Summary :"You’re not driving under the influence of your man’s sodas, right?"
Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the personal or professional lives of any real person or organization portrayed herein. No bodily harm intended whatsoever.
It was not that their sex life needed any kind of livening up or anything of that nature. Kyuhyun was pretty positive the rest of the world should be depressed and ashamed that they didn’t have sex anywhere near as good as he and Sungmin did every single day. There were just little things, little kinks and fantasies, they enjoyed every now and then to add another amazing orgasm in with all other super amazing orgasms they reached through regular sex, though Kyuhyun hated to describe any of their sex as regular.
Mostly, they were too busy sucking each other’s faces until they were aching to feel the other that they couldn’t wait an extra second to attempt something different. Why bother when it was wonderful enough already?
Well, sometimes, they did get curious, and did think about new things they could give a whirl.
Roleplay was something Sungmin would suggest they do every once in a while, though Kyuhyun would always complain that it was incredibly stupid, especially when Sungmin suggested the dumbest situations and insisted to be totally serious about it, and Kyuhyun couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. There was no way Kyuhyun was going to flip around in the bathtub and pretend to be a merman. It would be Kyuhyun’s luck that he’d go through it with no laugh at all. Mermen couldn’t even have sex, could they? Think about that. But of course, Sungmin wouldn’t listen to his logical thinking. So roleplay remained something they can’t really be into or agree or be serious long enough to do.
So when Kyuhyun realized it was actually Sungmin who was chasing him in a cop car at almost five-thirty a.m. - while he was on his way back to the dorm from his parents’ house, Kyuhyun’s first thought was that his boyfriend had finally lost his mind completely.
Yeah, it was nearing five fucking thirty a.m., and the only light on the road came from Cho Kyuhyun’s white top of the line Beemer. The sky had turned to a more opaque shade of navy and Kyuhyun was so fucking tired. He verbally cursed his parents’ out-of-town housing as gripped at the steering wheel and attempted to calculate the number of miles remaining versus the number of energies he had left before tiredness got the better of him. How long did it normally take him to get into Seoul anyway?
A yawn escaped his lips as Kyuhyun tried his damnedest to concentrate on the road, but found himself drifting more often than not and having to pull himself back into the line. None of this seemed to register in his sleep-induced mind until blue and red lights flared up behind him and a siren was temporarily switched on.
“Fuck,” he grunted and smacked at his steering wheel, glaring at the cop behind him through his rearview mirror, before veering off to the side of the road. His beemer idled for only another moment before it was switched off. Kyuhyun rolled down the window and began to sift through his glove compartment in search of his registration. Never in his life had he been pulled over and given ticket, but he knew exactly what to do. Lastly he fished his license out of his wallet.
“License and registration.”
Kyuhyun whipped his head around at the voice, it was oddly familiar. His curious chocolate eyes falling on a frowning figure looming outside of his open window. The site presented to him, the person before him, made him jump slightly on his seat, before shivering… with both laughter and the sudden lust shooting through his body.
He had always thought that costume was sinfully arousing, but now with Sungmin dressing as a cop… The dark navy material looked as if it was painted on Sungmin’s nice and toned body, contouring to and showcasing every muscle, causing Kyuhyun to nibble on his bottom lip. The whole thing was quite realistic and convincing, even his light scowl on his otherwise smiling face, and would have made Kyuhyun worry for a split second had he not already known Sungmin owned that outfit. Even the aviator went flawlessly with the costume, but looked silly considering it was still pretty dark.
Trying his damndest to repress the shudder, Kyuhyun snorted and rolled his eyes as he shoved his registration back into his glove compartment. “You’ve totally and completely lost your mind, Ming.”
A low, foreboding growl rumbled through the usually friendly man’s throat. “Officer Lee,” Sungmin snapped, turned his nose up and chose to ignore the comment, cool eyes narrowed threateningly at the laughing chocolate ones. He had an expression as if he was suppressing the urge to punch the younger man. “And I don’t think it was me who’ve lost his mind. You’re the one who weaved pretty badly there. You’re not driving under the influence of your man’s sodas, right?”
Refraining from snorting at both of the ‘accusation’ and the fact that Sungmin was his man, Kyuhyun wanted to tell him he was a big fucking dork, but he didn’t, only did his best to keep from smiling and rolling his eyes, even deciding to go along with his boyfriend.
“He does have damn good taste in soda,” Kyuhyun said in teasing voice as he reached out the window and boldly pushed down on the blue bill of ‘the officer’s’ hat.
Sungmin grabbed at Kyuhyun’s wrist before the younger man could retract it. He had Kyuhyun pinned in his place.
“Get out of the car,” Sungmin said, astonishing Kyuhyun with his ability to even hold a straight face.
Kyuhyun raised one fine eyebrow, but complied with ‘the officer’s’ demand. He opened his BMW door, gingerly step out and pushed the door shut gently behind him.
“Are you going to arrest me, Officer?” Kyuhyun said, almost seductively, as his eyes had got even duller, but not because of the sleepiness. He bit gently at his bottom lip with awaiting smirk. But Sungmin struck first. He swiveled Kyuhyun on his heels and pushed the brunet up against the side of the Beemer; Kyuhyun’s hands were trapped behind his back and his cheek was pressed against the cool top of his car. Sungmin’s lips hovered next to the younger man’s ear and they slowly twisted into something akin to Kyuhyun’s ‘awaiting smirk’.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Mister?” Sungmin growled darkly, threatening. “Don’t bother. Cos that won’t work.”
Any smart remark Kyuhyun would have replied with was erased from his thought process by the ever growing lust for being manhandled, and the heat of the older man as he leaned into Kyuhyun was only making it worse.
Sungmin’s fingers were demanding and without hesitation as they patted Kyuhyun down, though the pats felt more like sly gropes then anything, and Kyuhyun didn’t miss how Sungmin’s hands wandered back to his ass to feel around a little more, after slithering up the insides of his thighs rather shamelessly.
“What would work with you then good Sir?” Kyuhyun smiled a mischievous smile, sparing a glance over his shoulder to see what kind of reaction he could entice from the other man. Kyuhyun liked how very dedicated Sungmin was to this character, but he would love and so very determined to break it.
“There’s none,” Sungmin was practically purring, he directed his voice as well as hot breath right into Kyuhyun’s ear as he palmed at the poor magnae’s ass cheek. “I’d just love to know how drunk you can get after I’m done with you.”
Kyuhyun gasped as he could feel himself hardening in less than a second, because of Sungmin’s sinfully sexy voice, the warm palm on his ass, and the hot air that was engulfing the shell of his ear.
“But Sir…” Kyuhyun pleaded, but it sounded more like a plead for Sungmin to get on with it as he arched and rubbed into Sungmin’s warm body.
“Too late for sweet talk…” Kyuhyun’s raven haired boyfriend hummed low, lips brushing against Kyuhyun’s ear as he leaned more into the magnae, where Kyuhyun could feel every inch of Sungmin through his thinly clothed bottom halves, hot and hard and ready to teach him a lesson.
With hands behind his back, secured in Sungmin’s strong grip, Kyuhyun was jerked back quite forcefully away from the car, and then he was practically slammed butt first on top of the car’s bonnet.
“Fuck it’s hot!” Kyuhyun growled, feeling the still heating up bonnet under the fabric of his pants. He took a deep breath, trying to regain some sense when the heat only got him even harder.
Kyuhyun shifted on top of the bonnet, trying to accommodate himself and the ever growing arousal that was rubbing into his pants. As if looking at this as an invitation, Sungmin moved between the younger man’s spread legs, face still stony and emotionless as he looked down at Kyuhyun behind his aviators, his mouth drawn tight.
“Will you admit to your crime now, or am I gonna have to make you confess?”
At that moment, Kyuhyun’s brain wasn’t sure what to reply with, whichever would get Sungmin to get him off faster before he exploded. “I have no idea what crimes you’re mouthing on about.”
Leaning in close, Sungmin’s soft lips were nearly brushing Kyuhyun’s, taunting him to fill the short distance and capture them.
“I guess I’m gonna have to do this the hard way then.”
Kyuhyun could think of a few ‘hard’ comments but didn’t bother voicing them. “Please, Officer Lee,” he begged desperately, satisfied with himself when Sungmin weakened momentarily, the faintest, tiniest moan almost escaping the back of his throat.
“Quiet!” Sungmin demanded harshly, once he regained his composure. Nipping at Kyuhyun’s ear lobe, he growled, “Time to pay.”
With that, Sungmin suddenly rubbed the magnae through the thin material of his black pants, making Kyuhyun opened his mouth to let out a moan, which must have been Sungmin’s plan because he suddenly felt the other man’s tongue in his mouth. Kyuhyun groaned at the pleasant taste of it, and used his own tongue to start exploring the hyung’s sweet mouth. Sungmin hands slipped under Kyuhyun’s shirt, moving up and down his sides in a maddeningly sensual way before he lifted the shirt up and off the younger man.
Kyuhyun didn’t even notice when Sungmin started to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants. Kyuhyun was too busy throwing his head back and moaning as Sungmin none-too-gently nipped at his neck. His eyes flew open as he felt rough hand wrap around his bare erection and start slowly moving up and down. “Oh, God!” Kyuhyun couldn’t help crying out.
“Officer Lee,” Sungmin smirked. Kyuhyun let out a strangled laugh. After one more fiery kiss, Sungmin pushed him further on the bonnet and crawled on top of him, staring greedily at Kyuhyun’s throbbing erection. He glanced up at Kyuhyun before flicking his tongue out to lick the tip and then moving to take half of the length into his mouth.
Kyuhyun had to force himself to keep his eyes open and watch because this was like the most beautiful thing in the whole fucking world. Those high cheekbones and perfect m-shaped lips were made for sucking cock. His cock.
Sungmin began moving his head back and forth slowly, teasingly, his tongue swirling around as he did so. He kept at this for a while. Kyuhyun just had to try his hardest not to buck upward and slam into that gorgeous mouth of his lover.
Kyuhyun grabbed a fistful of Sungmin’s hair, trying to push him downward. He wanted, no needed more of that warm mouth around him. He could only take this pleasurable torture for so long. Lucky for him, Sungmin obliged. He took Kyuhyun entire length into his mouth, deep throating him all the way. Kyuhyun let out a few incoherent words along with his moans of bliss. Sungmin began bobbing his mouth back and forth faster on Kyuhyun’s cock. He also brought a hand up to the other’s waist, silently encouraging Kyuhyun to move his hips into his mouth, essentially face fucking him.
“Sungmin-ah, Sungmin-ah, oh Sungmin-ah!” Kyuhyun was almost chanting his boyfriend’s name. His eyes were once again closed as he threw his head back and moaned, his hips pumping up into his lover’s mouth.
He was totally unprepared as, second later, he felt Sungmin’s finger pressing against his entrance. Just tapping at first, yet each tap sounded a kettle drum inside him that he felt rising up through his sternum. He never did mind bottoming for Sungmin every once in a while. So Sungmin’s finger in his hole wasn’t totally something uncommon, but the tapping was, to say the least, a whole new stimulation to him. It triggered his climax so fast that it almost burst from inside of him, unrelenting and barely controllable.
“N-nah, ah! Sung-sung-min-babe-” Kyuhyun groaned, squirming, trying to at least hold back his climax. He couldn’t come that fast, because it would be too embarrassing.
“Mmmrymmm,” was Sungmin reaction, as his mouth was currently full of Kyuhyun’s cock. The vibrations of his voice caused Kyuhyun to writhe all over the car and scream his lover name as he came into Sungmin’s throat, completely forgetting where they were. Sungmin continued bobbing his head while Kyuhyun rode out his orgasm, panting and sweating and just high.
And then they heard it, a sound of a passing car.
Kyuhyun looked up only to see another copper car stopped not too far away from them, and in the middle of the line, the cop inside it might have been shocked to see what they had been doing just now.
“Shit! Sungmin! Cop! We gotta go!” Kyuhyun said, fumbling to get off the car and pull his pants up. He managed to at least get them around the waist and ran to the driver door, hopping in and slamming it shut.
Sungmin was already in the passenger seat. “Go, go, GO!” He yelled as Kyuhyun fumbled with the keys. Kyuhyun finally got the key in, reversed it, put the gear in drive and slammed on the gas. They heard one of the coppers yell, “PERVERTS!!” after them and they couldn’t help but laugh as they sped away, tires screeching.
They were still laughing about it when they got in the freeway, not ten minutes later.
“God, that was exhilarating!” Kyuhyun shouted into the rooftop of his Beemer, his face was flushing but he looked so damn happy and satisfy.
“Yeah, that was,” Sungmin couldn’t agree more. “I really am kinda drunk with your sodas though,” he let Kyuhyun know, shifting onto his side as he peered at lover and tried to be all subtle and inconspicuous about tasting some of Kyuhyun’s bittersweet come lingering in his mouth.
To keep from moaning, Kyuhyuh had to glance away. “I’m so fucking you into the mattress, Ming.” Because everyone knew that was how to stop your lover from doing something you dislike, threatened them with hot sex.
“Huh-hm,” Sungmin hummed with interest as he shifted back to get comfortable against the back of his seat. “I’ll be your sexy cellmate when we go to the jail.”
Kyuhyun laughed out loud. “Definitely. But speaking of jail, where did you get that patrol car from?”
Sungmin’s lips twitched. “I have my way,” he said closing his eyes, letting Kyuhyun mull over his words, at least until…
“What does that mean? Min!”
[HeartsToHearts]
A/N. What the?? No full blown boysex?! *grins* Thanks for stopping by, I hope you have a good read.
Anyone wants full blown boysex?
Author : sylva_anggia
Pairing : KyuMin
Rating : NC-17
Summary :"You’re not driving under the influence of your man’s sodas, right?"
Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the personal or professional lives of any real person or organization portrayed herein. No bodily harm intended whatsoever.
It was not that their sex life needed any kind of livening up or anything of that nature. Kyuhyun was pretty positive the rest of the world should be depressed and ashamed that they didn’t have sex anywhere near as good as he and Sungmin did every single day. There were just little things, little kinks and fantasies, they enjoyed every now and then to add another amazing orgasm in with all other super amazing orgasms they reached through regular sex, though Kyuhyun hated to describe any of their sex as regular.
Mostly, they were too busy sucking each other’s faces until they were aching to feel the other that they couldn’t wait an extra second to attempt something different. Why bother when it was wonderful enough already?
Well, sometimes, they did get curious, and did think about new things they could give a whirl.
Roleplay was something Sungmin would suggest they do every once in a while, though Kyuhyun would always complain that it was incredibly stupid, especially when Sungmin suggested the dumbest situations and insisted to be totally serious about it, and Kyuhyun couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. There was no way Kyuhyun was going to flip around in the bathtub and pretend to be a merman. It would be Kyuhyun’s luck that he’d go through it with no laugh at all. Mermen couldn’t even have sex, could they? Think about that. But of course, Sungmin wouldn’t listen to his logical thinking. So roleplay remained something they can’t really be into or agree or be serious long enough to do.
So when Kyuhyun realized it was actually Sungmin who was chasing him in a cop car at almost five-thirty a.m. - while he was on his way back to the dorm from his parents’ house, Kyuhyun’s first thought was that his boyfriend had finally lost his mind completely.
Yeah, it was nearing five fucking thirty a.m., and the only light on the road came from Cho Kyuhyun’s white top of the line Beemer. The sky had turned to a more opaque shade of navy and Kyuhyun was so fucking tired. He verbally cursed his parents’ out-of-town housing as gripped at the steering wheel and attempted to calculate the number of miles remaining versus the number of energies he had left before tiredness got the better of him. How long did it normally take him to get into Seoul anyway?
A yawn escaped his lips as Kyuhyun tried his damnedest to concentrate on the road, but found himself drifting more often than not and having to pull himself back into the line. None of this seemed to register in his sleep-induced mind until blue and red lights flared up behind him and a siren was temporarily switched on.
“Fuck,” he grunted and smacked at his steering wheel, glaring at the cop behind him through his rearview mirror, before veering off to the side of the road. His beemer idled for only another moment before it was switched off. Kyuhyun rolled down the window and began to sift through his glove compartment in search of his registration. Never in his life had he been pulled over and given ticket, but he knew exactly what to do. Lastly he fished his license out of his wallet.
“License and registration.”
Kyuhyun whipped his head around at the voice, it was oddly familiar. His curious chocolate eyes falling on a frowning figure looming outside of his open window. The site presented to him, the person before him, made him jump slightly on his seat, before shivering… with both laughter and the sudden lust shooting through his body.
He had always thought that costume was sinfully arousing, but now with Sungmin dressing as a cop… The dark navy material looked as if it was painted on Sungmin’s nice and toned body, contouring to and showcasing every muscle, causing Kyuhyun to nibble on his bottom lip. The whole thing was quite realistic and convincing, even his light scowl on his otherwise smiling face, and would have made Kyuhyun worry for a split second had he not already known Sungmin owned that outfit. Even the aviator went flawlessly with the costume, but looked silly considering it was still pretty dark.
Trying his damndest to repress the shudder, Kyuhyun snorted and rolled his eyes as he shoved his registration back into his glove compartment. “You’ve totally and completely lost your mind, Ming.”
A low, foreboding growl rumbled through the usually friendly man’s throat. “Officer Lee,” Sungmin snapped, turned his nose up and chose to ignore the comment, cool eyes narrowed threateningly at the laughing chocolate ones. He had an expression as if he was suppressing the urge to punch the younger man. “And I don’t think it was me who’ve lost his mind. You’re the one who weaved pretty badly there. You’re not driving under the influence of your man’s sodas, right?”
Refraining from snorting at both of the ‘accusation’ and the fact that Sungmin was his man, Kyuhyun wanted to tell him he was a big fucking dork, but he didn’t, only did his best to keep from smiling and rolling his eyes, even deciding to go along with his boyfriend.
“He does have damn good taste in soda,” Kyuhyun said in teasing voice as he reached out the window and boldly pushed down on the blue bill of ‘the officer’s’ hat.
Sungmin grabbed at Kyuhyun’s wrist before the younger man could retract it. He had Kyuhyun pinned in his place.
“Get out of the car,” Sungmin said, astonishing Kyuhyun with his ability to even hold a straight face.
Kyuhyun raised one fine eyebrow, but complied with ‘the officer’s’ demand. He opened his BMW door, gingerly step out and pushed the door shut gently behind him.
“Are you going to arrest me, Officer?” Kyuhyun said, almost seductively, as his eyes had got even duller, but not because of the sleepiness. He bit gently at his bottom lip with awaiting smirk. But Sungmin struck first. He swiveled Kyuhyun on his heels and pushed the brunet up against the side of the Beemer; Kyuhyun’s hands were trapped behind his back and his cheek was pressed against the cool top of his car. Sungmin’s lips hovered next to the younger man’s ear and they slowly twisted into something akin to Kyuhyun’s ‘awaiting smirk’.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Mister?” Sungmin growled darkly, threatening. “Don’t bother. Cos that won’t work.”
Any smart remark Kyuhyun would have replied with was erased from his thought process by the ever growing lust for being manhandled, and the heat of the older man as he leaned into Kyuhyun was only making it worse.
Sungmin’s fingers were demanding and without hesitation as they patted Kyuhyun down, though the pats felt more like sly gropes then anything, and Kyuhyun didn’t miss how Sungmin’s hands wandered back to his ass to feel around a little more, after slithering up the insides of his thighs rather shamelessly.
“What would work with you then good Sir?” Kyuhyun smiled a mischievous smile, sparing a glance over his shoulder to see what kind of reaction he could entice from the other man. Kyuhyun liked how very dedicated Sungmin was to this character, but he would love and so very determined to break it.
“There’s none,” Sungmin was practically purring, he directed his voice as well as hot breath right into Kyuhyun’s ear as he palmed at the poor magnae’s ass cheek. “I’d just love to know how drunk you can get after I’m done with you.”
Kyuhyun gasped as he could feel himself hardening in less than a second, because of Sungmin’s sinfully sexy voice, the warm palm on his ass, and the hot air that was engulfing the shell of his ear.
“But Sir…” Kyuhyun pleaded, but it sounded more like a plead for Sungmin to get on with it as he arched and rubbed into Sungmin’s warm body.
“Too late for sweet talk…” Kyuhyun’s raven haired boyfriend hummed low, lips brushing against Kyuhyun’s ear as he leaned more into the magnae, where Kyuhyun could feel every inch of Sungmin through his thinly clothed bottom halves, hot and hard and ready to teach him a lesson.
With hands behind his back, secured in Sungmin’s strong grip, Kyuhyun was jerked back quite forcefully away from the car, and then he was practically slammed butt first on top of the car’s bonnet.
“Fuck it’s hot!” Kyuhyun growled, feeling the still heating up bonnet under the fabric of his pants. He took a deep breath, trying to regain some sense when the heat only got him even harder.
Kyuhyun shifted on top of the bonnet, trying to accommodate himself and the ever growing arousal that was rubbing into his pants. As if looking at this as an invitation, Sungmin moved between the younger man’s spread legs, face still stony and emotionless as he looked down at Kyuhyun behind his aviators, his mouth drawn tight.
“Will you admit to your crime now, or am I gonna have to make you confess?”
At that moment, Kyuhyun’s brain wasn’t sure what to reply with, whichever would get Sungmin to get him off faster before he exploded. “I have no idea what crimes you’re mouthing on about.”
Leaning in close, Sungmin’s soft lips were nearly brushing Kyuhyun’s, taunting him to fill the short distance and capture them.
“I guess I’m gonna have to do this the hard way then.”
Kyuhyun could think of a few ‘hard’ comments but didn’t bother voicing them. “Please, Officer Lee,” he begged desperately, satisfied with himself when Sungmin weakened momentarily, the faintest, tiniest moan almost escaping the back of his throat.
“Quiet!” Sungmin demanded harshly, once he regained his composure. Nipping at Kyuhyun’s ear lobe, he growled, “Time to pay.”
With that, Sungmin suddenly rubbed the magnae through the thin material of his black pants, making Kyuhyun opened his mouth to let out a moan, which must have been Sungmin’s plan because he suddenly felt the other man’s tongue in his mouth. Kyuhyun groaned at the pleasant taste of it, and used his own tongue to start exploring the hyung’s sweet mouth. Sungmin hands slipped under Kyuhyun’s shirt, moving up and down his sides in a maddeningly sensual way before he lifted the shirt up and off the younger man.
Kyuhyun didn’t even notice when Sungmin started to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants. Kyuhyun was too busy throwing his head back and moaning as Sungmin none-too-gently nipped at his neck. His eyes flew open as he felt rough hand wrap around his bare erection and start slowly moving up and down. “Oh, God!” Kyuhyun couldn’t help crying out.
“Officer Lee,” Sungmin smirked. Kyuhyun let out a strangled laugh. After one more fiery kiss, Sungmin pushed him further on the bonnet and crawled on top of him, staring greedily at Kyuhyun’s throbbing erection. He glanced up at Kyuhyun before flicking his tongue out to lick the tip and then moving to take half of the length into his mouth.
Kyuhyun had to force himself to keep his eyes open and watch because this was like the most beautiful thing in the whole fucking world. Those high cheekbones and perfect m-shaped lips were made for sucking cock. His cock.
Sungmin began moving his head back and forth slowly, teasingly, his tongue swirling around as he did so. He kept at this for a while. Kyuhyun just had to try his hardest not to buck upward and slam into that gorgeous mouth of his lover.
Kyuhyun grabbed a fistful of Sungmin’s hair, trying to push him downward. He wanted, no needed more of that warm mouth around him. He could only take this pleasurable torture for so long. Lucky for him, Sungmin obliged. He took Kyuhyun entire length into his mouth, deep throating him all the way. Kyuhyun let out a few incoherent words along with his moans of bliss. Sungmin began bobbing his mouth back and forth faster on Kyuhyun’s cock. He also brought a hand up to the other’s waist, silently encouraging Kyuhyun to move his hips into his mouth, essentially face fucking him.
“Sungmin-ah, Sungmin-ah, oh Sungmin-ah!” Kyuhyun was almost chanting his boyfriend’s name. His eyes were once again closed as he threw his head back and moaned, his hips pumping up into his lover’s mouth.
He was totally unprepared as, second later, he felt Sungmin’s finger pressing against his entrance. Just tapping at first, yet each tap sounded a kettle drum inside him that he felt rising up through his sternum. He never did mind bottoming for Sungmin every once in a while. So Sungmin’s finger in his hole wasn’t totally something uncommon, but the tapping was, to say the least, a whole new stimulation to him. It triggered his climax so fast that it almost burst from inside of him, unrelenting and barely controllable.
“N-nah, ah! Sung-sung-min-babe-” Kyuhyun groaned, squirming, trying to at least hold back his climax. He couldn’t come that fast, because it would be too embarrassing.
“Mmmrymmm,” was Sungmin reaction, as his mouth was currently full of Kyuhyun’s cock. The vibrations of his voice caused Kyuhyun to writhe all over the car and scream his lover name as he came into Sungmin’s throat, completely forgetting where they were. Sungmin continued bobbing his head while Kyuhyun rode out his orgasm, panting and sweating and just high.
And then they heard it, a sound of a passing car.
Kyuhyun looked up only to see another copper car stopped not too far away from them, and in the middle of the line, the cop inside it might have been shocked to see what they had been doing just now.
“Shit! Sungmin! Cop! We gotta go!” Kyuhyun said, fumbling to get off the car and pull his pants up. He managed to at least get them around the waist and ran to the driver door, hopping in and slamming it shut.
Sungmin was already in the passenger seat. “Go, go, GO!” He yelled as Kyuhyun fumbled with the keys. Kyuhyun finally got the key in, reversed it, put the gear in drive and slammed on the gas. They heard one of the coppers yell, “PERVERTS!!” after them and they couldn’t help but laugh as they sped away, tires screeching.
They were still laughing about it when they got in the freeway, not ten minutes later.
“God, that was exhilarating!” Kyuhyun shouted into the rooftop of his Beemer, his face was flushing but he looked so damn happy and satisfy.
“Yeah, that was,” Sungmin couldn’t agree more. “I really am kinda drunk with your sodas though,” he let Kyuhyun know, shifting onto his side as he peered at lover and tried to be all subtle and inconspicuous about tasting some of Kyuhyun’s bittersweet come lingering in his mouth.
To keep from moaning, Kyuhyuh had to glance away. “I’m so fucking you into the mattress, Ming.” Because everyone knew that was how to stop your lover from doing something you dislike, threatened them with hot sex.
“Huh-hm,” Sungmin hummed with interest as he shifted back to get comfortable against the back of his seat. “I’ll be your sexy cellmate when we go to the jail.”
Kyuhyun laughed out loud. “Definitely. But speaking of jail, where did you get that patrol car from?”
Sungmin’s lips twitched. “I have my way,” he said closing his eyes, letting Kyuhyun mull over his words, at least until…
“What does that mean? Min!”
[HeartsToHearts]
A/N. What the?? No full blown boysex?! *grins* Thanks for stopping by, I hope you have a good read.
Anyone wants full blown boysex?