madamteatime
Summary: Changmin's attempts to spoil Yunho on his birthday generally end with Yunho spoiling him instead
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Changmin wakes to the annoying vibration of a phone.
He rolls over and flings his hand out, catching up the offending object and glaring at it. It's Yunho's phone, and his inbox is filling up fast with birthday messages.
Changmin's expression clears. He spends a few minutes scrolling through the texts, most of them generic, some of them inside jokes, a few from people Changmin doesn't even know. He viciously deletes a message from Siwon that declares his undying love for Yunho, then immediately afterwards feels bad about it and makes a mental note to confess what he'd done to Yunho. Another hyung promises to send a truck full of strawberries for the birthday boy, to which Changmin snorts quietly. He glances to his side.
Said birthday boy is lying on his back, limbs flung in all directions and mouth open as he snores softly. The urge to whack him with a pillow is strong, but instead Changmin puts his phone aside, leans over and presses his lips to Yunho's throat. His skin is soft and warm, and Changmin mouths at his neck for a while, pressing wet little kisses all along the column.
Yunho stirs, one hand reaching up to rub at his nose before settling into sleep again, this time with his mouth closed. His lower lip curls out, forming a small pout, and Changmin can't resist. He captures it between his lips and sucks, ending with a soft bite before moving upwards and kissing Yunho properly.
Yunho's breathing changes. He stills, then mouths back sleepily, and Changmin knows he's waking up. He presses one last kiss to Yunho's mouth, now wet and glistening pink, and smiles down at him.
"Morning," he says.
Yunho rubs at his eyes. "Changdola," he mumbles, voice soft and gravelly with sleep.
He's so fucking cute it's got Changmin instantly hard.
He pushes the covers off and slides down Yunho's naked body, nipping at his hip briefly before wrapping a hand around his morning erection. Yunho gasps and arches up as Changmin strokes him, thumb swiping over the head, long, clever fingers finding all the right spots. Yunho stops rubbing his eyes and looks at him, dazed and needy, and Changmin smiles and lowers his head.
He laps at the tip first, tongue flicking out and gathering precum, and Yunho shudders under him. Changmin's lips close around him, a tight, wet heat, then slide down at an agonizingly slow pace and Yunho moans. His voice quavers and he reaches one hand down and slides it through Changmin's hair, encouraging him with soft whimpers as Changmin sucks him off with breathtaking grace. He wraps his fingers around the base of Yunho's cock and strokes slowly, pace matching his mouth. His hollows his cheeks, sucking with a soft, delicate sound, and Yunho's hips stir. Changmin holds him down, controls the pace as he sinks lower and feels the thick, hot weight of Yunho's cock nudge down his throat.
He glances up, doe eyes wide and lips pouted red around his dick, and Yunho cries out, a soft, broken sound.
Changmin's eyes flutter and he swallows around his length. He can only hold the position for a few seconds before he has to pull off to breathe but it's enough to make Yunho lose all control. He thrusts up, fingers clenching and sliding through Changmin's hair, and Changmin lets go of his hips and allows it. He folds his lips over his teeth and opens wider, lets Yunho fuck his face and use him until he comes with a strangled groan, shooting white hot and bitter down Changmin's throat.
Changmin drinks him down and laps around his softening cock before pulling off, flushed and breathing hard. Yunho looks dazed, and Changmin shuffles up and kisses him until Yunho sighs and curls his arms around him.
