Madamteatime
Summary: Homin making out on a couch.
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"Oh - Changminnie, that tickles - "
"Hold still."
The faint creak of leather breaks the silence of the recording room. It's late - close to midnight - and the only people around are a couple of sound engineers and the janitor. Changmin is horizontal on the couch, his hands jammed in the back pockets of Yunho's jeans as the older man nuzzles against his cheek. The thing is barely big enough to fit both of them but they curl up tight against each other and somehow that makes it not matter.
Changmin leans up and bites at Yunho's cheek, tugging heat into his face. Yunho giggles and squirms against him.
"Stop, it hurts," he laughs. Changmin grins and soothes the bite with kisses, Yunho a warm, heavy weight on top of him. They're supposed to be recording their new single but halfway through the first demo one of the synth boards had broken down. Bored while they waited for it to be fixed, Changmin had dragged Yunho into an empty dressing room, pulled him down on the leather sofa and decided that kissing was a much better use of their time.
Yunho turns his head and bumps his nose against Changmin's cheek. He's sprawled across Changmin, caught halfway between his body and the back of the couch. Changmin shifts onto his side and flings a leg over Yunho, fitting him more perfectly to the shape of his body. His head settles on Yunho's bicep as Yunho leans down to kiss him again. His fingers slide into Changmin's hair, slowly massaging through silk strands, and Changmin smiles into his mouth. His eyes flutter, lips bruised wet and red with kisses. There's no urgency to it, though he can feel the sweet heat of Yunho's body branding him like fire everywhere they touch. Their lips part, tongues flicking out to taste, and Yunho murmurs something and shifts against him. Changmin lifts his head and kisses back harder, breath singing into Yunho's lungs, hands curled tight over the curve of his ass. He holds the angle for as long as he can, until his neck starts to ache and he has to draw away with a sigh.
Yunho smiles down at him, slumberous and happy, his cheeks flushed, lips swollen and eyes bright. Changmin turns his face and nibbles at the bicep he's using as a pillow, tugging recently tanned skin between his teeth. He wants to swallow the taste and scent of Yunho into every corner of his being until it fills him up from the inside, until it's hard to tell which parts of him are Changmin and which Yunho. Yunho doesn't complain - Changmin's always been a biter and he's just enough of a masochist to love it. Changmin noisily sucks a bruise onto his arm and lifts his head to grin at him.
"You taste like sunshine," he says.
Yunho gives a surprised laugh and sticks his nose in Changmin's neck. "What an oddly romantic thing to say."
Changmin hits his shoulder. "I can be romantic," he grumbles.
"Mmhmm." Yunho isn't paying attention - he's too busy laving the length of Changmin's neck with kisses. Changmin lies there and enjoys it for a while, making soft, encouraging noises, then sinks a hand in Yunho's hair and tugs him back up. Their lips meet again and Changmin nibbles at Yunho's lower lip, squirming as Yunho's fingers find a ticklish spot in his side and dig in. He breaks their kiss with a laugh and thrashes under him.
"Don't!" Changmin giggles and pushes at him, and Yunho grins and swallows his laughter. Changmin squirms against him, simultaneously trying to get away from Yunho's questing fingers and push closer to him, his kisses weak with helpless laughter. Eventually Yunho stops and his arms tighten around him and Changmin stills, breathing hard.
"You're evil," he pouts, but his eyes sparkle with mirth. Yunho strokes the high curve of his cheek and smiles.
"You're cute," he says.
