yunhobabykins
Summary: It's hot enough in Spain, but now it's burning.
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Changmin sighed as he closed the hotel room door. It was early evening, and the staff was finally finished with his solo shoot. Yunho's turn had been that morning, before they switched and called Changmin out that afternoon. He enjoyed seeing the sights, but some of the clothes were just so hot in the Madrid heat.
'Where's Yunho?' Changmin thought absently as he peeled off his sweaty undershirt. He wasn't too concerned since his friend was a grown man, but the thought niggled at the back of his mind. He never knew what kind of situation the older man could get into next. After taking a moment to breathe and luxuriate in the room's air-conditioning, he headed for the bathroom. He needed a cool shower to sluice off the grimy sweat accumulated during the day.
Under the spray, he thought he heard the front door banging open and shut, figuring it must be Yunho returning from wherever he wandered off too. He quickly finished and stepped out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped around his waist, the other drying his hair.
He looked up from under the towel and stopped in shock. He ran the towel over his face and checked again; nope, he was not hallucinating.
Yunho's upper body was tilted downwards onto the king-sized bed's mattress, flailing under the pile of shopping bags caught on his wrists and arms. The surprise view was shapely bare legs stretching on endlessly from under tight, threadbare pale denim cut-offs. Changmin couldn't help but think dirty thoughts as he stared at the rounded flesh of Yunho's exposed cheeks peeking out from under frayed edges. The smooth oiled skin was hairless and gleamed in the late afternoon sunlight, disappearing into worn canvas sneakers. Soon Yunho won the battle with the bags and stood up straight. He had on an oversized white t-shirt where the bottom edges were gathered to the side and tied off at his hip. The collar was too wide to stay up. It hung loose molding to his chest accenting the small swells, and fell off to the side baring an oiled shoulder. His skin had that light glow that spoke of being out in the sun for a little while.
Changmin hadn't stopped staring, and it was possible his mouth was hanging open slightly when Yunho spotted him.
"Changmin-ah! There you are! Hey do you mind helping me sort through this and packing it up? I want to make sure to take it all back home with us," he said, bounding over to him in a hyper state.
Changmin didn't have time to react as Yunho grabbed his arm and tugged him to the bed and his purchases. He finally was able to work his mouth, and only one word came out.
"Yunho?!"
Yunho stopped and looked at him with eyebrows raised innocently, as if he wasn't dressed like, well like... Actually Changmin didn't know. All he knew was that the blood in his body was heading south the longer he took in all the exposed skin on display.
"Yes Min-ah?"
"You want to explain what's going on?" he asked, barely able to keep himself from grabbing the man and either shaking him or pushing him back down in the same position over the bed. Yunho didn't have a big ass but when he wore the right clothes... Let's just say it had a nice little bump Changmin wouldn't mind grabbing hold of with both hands. And those shorts were definitely doing it justice.
"What do you mean? The shopping? It was a long day, let me tell you about it! After I got back from the morning shoot, I wanted to go back to that nice Spanish lady who I danced with earlier and see if she would teach me a bit more. And when I got there she was with a small group of friends. They were all so nice—"
"How did you talk to her? You can't speak their language. And how did you end up in this outfit? I know you didn't leave here in it." Changmin wanted the salient facts, but knew Yunho would tell him about the day in a long and roundabout way. Yunho couldn't help his chatterbox ways.
Yunho pouted at Changmin but continued. "Let me tell my story. Anyway, she was really nice, and we exchanged names, hers is Marlena, and we were talking by gesturing and stuff. I could just tell she had a nice spirit, you know? So I gesturing for us to dance, and she showed me some more moves. It's a super sexyyy dance," he said drawing out the last consonant. "Let me show you!"
Changmin grabbed Yunho's arm when he started to spin away to show what he learned, to pull him close. Realizing suddenly his increasingly growing state he quickly let go and turned to the dresser. He needed to get dressed if he was going to keep his hands to himself.
"No finish telling me, Yunho. You can show me the dance later," he said hurriedly stepping into boxers and sweatpants under the towel before throwing on a tank top. He could feel another one of Yunho's pout aimed at the back of his head, but didn't turn around until he was completely dressed. He sat down on the one clear spot on the bed and picked up his towel to take a few more rubs over his damp hair.
Of course, Yunho decided to sit down too, and took the only other open spot. Changmin's lap. While Changmin spluttered and desperately shifted under his weight to keep Yunho from being stabbed in the hip by his hard on, Yunho draped an arm over his shoulder and kept right on talking, seemingly oblivious to his problem.
"Ok, ok, fine. Well after we finished dancing, she grabbed my arm and started dragging me around with her friends. I think they thought I was dressed too hot in my jeans and shirt, because we went to this small bazaar of stores and they picked out this outfit for me. And then we went to a spa like place and they all waited for me while the lady gave me a massage. I think there was a communication mix-up because she suddenly started to wax my body—" Yunho had to pause to prevent Changmin from face-palming himself into a concussion, and held onto his hand. "I wanted to stop, but she had waxed chunks of hair off already, so I let her gesture me back to finish everything. It was sooo painful Changmin, don't ever get waxed! I felt better afterwards when she rubbed in some type of special oil, to protect from the sun. At least I think that was what all her gesturing meant. So I put on the new clothes and we did some more shopping around the market before grabbing a snack." By the time Yunho had finished his story, he was actively trying to restrain Changmin from smacking either himself or Yunho, he didn't exactly know which one.
Changmin stopped trying to yank his hand away, and simply put his head down on Yunho's shoulder. Yunho could hear him mumbling to himself, and patted his captured hand in comfort.
"You...are insane. Did you even think you might be kidnapped? They could've done anything and no one would find you in the dark alleys of Spain! I swear you're never going off on your own again. You need ten bodyguards on you at all times, it's a miracle you've survived this long!" Changmin's rant had gotten progressively louder and his arms started waving around causing Yunho to duck to avoid one.
"It's okay Min-ah, don't be angry! Besides, if I felt something was wrong, I would have left. And I got something for you!"
Changmin glared at his carefree friend in frustration as he jumped up off his lap and rummaged through the bags. Part of that frustration was from trying to angle his hips away from Yunho. He pulled out a plainly wrapped bottle, clearly some type of skin product and enthusiastically waved it in Changmin's face while stepping back towards him. His foot caught on a fallen bag and he took a head dive into Changmin's body, knocking him flat on the cluttered bed. Their bodies collided against each other, Yunho's face mashed into Changmin's collarbone. They both froze as Yunho came into contact with the firmness pressing up into his stomach. His dark eyes rose and attempted to catch Changmin's, but the younger man was already trying to sit up and push Yunho off.
"Changmin..."
"What?! It's nothing," Changmin said, failing to shove Yunho off as the man clung like a limpet, arms wrapped around his mid-back, thighs tightly pressed against his legs. Changmin gasped silently when Yunho's belly dragged against him, unable to stop the instinctive buck of his hips. Heat spread over his body, up to his cheeks as he grabbed Yunho's hips to still his movement, eyes falling closed in embarrassment.
"This is nothing?"
"..."
Yunho sat up over his thighs and Changmin could feel his shadow fall over him. He felt a heavy breath sigh over him and closed his eyes tighter.
He didn't talk about it with Yunho, but they had been drawn into a higher level of closeness in their relationship than ever. Partially while going through so many stresses and supporting each other, partially from being in each others company for so long. Changmin compared their journey to walking a long road. It might be full of dips and twists and at times going up steep hills seemed too difficult. But you came out stronger at the end with a better understanding of yourself, what you could accomplish, and how to conquer the next road.
Their two personalities were completely opposite, but it worked because the core of them was the same. They fit in the most important ways and the rest just fell into place. Not unlike puzzle pieces that looked completely foreign to each other out of the box, until, with a little effort, it came together to form a beautiful picture. Yunho was the warmth to his logic, and he was the grounding force to his flightiness.
So they were great together emotionally and mentally, but that didn't mean it had to go further. But he had very good vision so how could he ignore the perfection of Yunho's body? When he moved, Changmin couldn't keep his eyes from roving over the gyrating hips and flexing thigh muscles. His chest could sometimes drive him a bit wild. Even if he was a legs man, he appreciated the swell under his shirts and found ways to feel them up from time to time. Their album promotions were torturous at moments when he had to look at those chest exposing outfits and keep his hands to himself. He enjoyed their 'confrontations' when he got to pull and push at Yunho while getting in a gratuitous grope. And he thinks, well knows really, that Yunho knows. He'd seen a speculative look thrown his way several times, usually followed with bemusement or a raised eyebrow. When he gets a pointed look he chose to ignore it or pass his behavior off as fake aggression. After all, he'd been trolling Yunho about his chest for a long time, and didn't hide his fascination with them. But he made sure to never go too far and make Yunho feel bad or depressed about a part of his body he wasn't as confident about.
No, they didn't talk about the underlying tension between them. But he didn't know how long he could deny their ever growing chemistry. And this moment was pushing him beyond his own unspoken boundaries.
"Look at me Changmin..."
And it seemed Yunho wasn't going to let it go on anymore either. Changmin slowly opened his eyes, forcing himself to meet the ever empathic and intelligent brown eyes he saw everyday. No one could call him a coward; he'd face this head on if Yunho was going to push a confrontation. It would be uncomfortable, but they always pulled through uncomfortable talks ok.
Yunho was straddling him, hands braced on the sides of his chest. His head was tilted to the side as he studied him for a minute...A minute that seemed to stretch on forever. Then he flashed that sunny-sweet smile that got to him every time, just because of its sincerity. Only this time there was a hint of heat simmering behind his expression.
"Are we going to ever stop dancing around one another?" Yunho whispered.
Changmin's heart pounded as Yunho slowly slid a hand up his chest, along his neck and into his damp hair to tug gently.
"I know, Changmin. I mean, I know what you're thinking when you look at me like that. Just—" he paused, biting into his plump lower lip, tempting Changmin to do the same to those lips. "Just go for what you want."
That final give, which essentially was permission, caused Changmin to explode into action. He wouldn't let this chance, unreal as it was, like a moment out of time, pass him by. Shoving the bags off the bed out of the way, he flipped them over. Yunho bounced, his back lifting up from the impact. Changmin resolved that by slamming down on top of him, crushing their lips together. His thought processes took a hasty retreat when he tasted what he could only fantasize about for the first time.
Yunho wrapped both arms and legs around him; small sighs escaping him as Changmin insistently molded their lips. They briefly separated for air, before meeting again in a passionate kiss. Yunho opened his mouth and Changmin took the invitation, tongues twining and rubbing against each other. The kisses were as sweet as he imagined and he took enjoyment in chasing the sugary lemon flavored granizado taste, probably the snack Yunho had. Changmin began thrusting his tongue in and out, hips picking up the rhythm rocking them together.
Their hands weren't idle as they kissed. Changmin's roamed over Yunho's body sliding up silky skin from knee to hip. He dipped under the t-shirt, passing over ribs to palm at the plush chest. Nipples hardened under his hands as he gently squeezed them, fingers rubbing at the nubs. Yunho made a breathless sound as his legs squeezed around Changmin, abruptly leaning his head back as zings of pleasure arrowed from chest to hardening member. Changmin dove to his neck to kiss and suck up the graceful column. One hand left Yunho's generous chest to grab a thigh and angle it up so they could fit closer together.
"Yunho-ah..." Changmin sighed as his lips rested against the dip of his throat, bodies moving together in a different kind of choreography. Yunho's muscles started to stiffen as his quiet moans grew louder. His hands drifted over Changmin's back, down to his ass to squeeze, and back up to his shoulders in a restless caress. His breath started to hitch, and he tugged at Changmin's hair to get his attention.
"Wait. Min-ah, wait." Groaning they slowed to a stop.
"What? What, Yun-yah?"
Yunho squirmed to make room under Changmin's muscled body and yanked at his shirt. Lifting up, they separated to the side to toss off their clothes. Changmin could hear Yunho's shoes thump on the carpet as he toed them off. He shoved his sweats off but couldn't keep his eyes off of Yunho as he unbuttoned and unzipped the tight frayed shorts, struggling to slide them off. He groaned and grasped Yunho, pulling him over and down on top of him. Hands shoved down the back of the indecent cut-offs exposing his ass, gripping and squeezing the tight muscles.
"This is hot as fuck. Was everyone staring at your sexy body? Did they look like they wanted to smack your tight ass, bend you over and plow into you?" Changmin said roughly, using his grip to yank Yunho's hips against his own over and over again, creating a blistering rhythm. Yunho struggled to brace himself from falling over, muscled arms locked against the mattress. His hands desperately grabbed fistfuls of the bedding around Changmin's head as they rocked almost violently. Moans were rising from his chest, spilling over one another in an almost purr. Each sound caught in his throat as he pressed his together lips tightly. Changmin wasn't having that and grinded their hips in a tight circle driving Yunho crazy. He didn't want any censoring in their bed.
"Changmin!" Yunho's voice broke, his iron control leaving him as a hard upwards thrust from Changmin lifted them up. He was suspended for a moment before they crashed back down to the bed, causing Yunho to fall forward against his chest.
"Is this why you wore this? You wanted attention?" A hand cracked down hard on Yunho's ass cheek, startling him into an arch and causing him to cry out. The point of contact felt hot and throbbed in time with his pulse as the jolt of pleasure spread through him.
"Yes! Just yours!" he bit out, barely able to articulate.
Changmin froze and he grabbed Yunho's head to force it down, coming eye to eye.
"You planned this? You want this? Want me?" he asked, not allowing Yunho to pull away or avoid his gaze.
"Yes, yes! I want you!" With that rather desperate cry, Changmin couldn't wait anymore. He surged up with Yunho in his lap and pulled determinedly at the stressed fabric, upending Yunho onto his back as he pulled them up and off his long legs. Changmin spared a thankful thought for the king-sized bed otherwise Yunho would have gone flying off. He spread Yunho's legs wide, staring at the entirety of the body he had only seen in glimpses before, not able to stare like he could now. After all, watching Yunho while they dressed in the morning wasn't the same as getting the rights to look and touch like he'd wanted.
"Yes," Changmin hissed as he reached down and slid his palm up the length of the swollen, leaking red member. It twitched as he closed his hand around and pumped once. Taking his hand away and spitting into it, he reached back down and began to jerk Yunho off as the man involuntarily spasmed in pleasure.
"Gonna come!" Yunho exclaimed shrilly. Changmin immediately stopped despite Yunho's disappointed groan; he didn't want this to end so quickly. He felt him calm as he simply held his cock, imagining he could feel Yunho's pulse. He slipped his other hand through the pre-come where it pooled on his belly, back down to his ass. A wet finger slid between the suspiciously hairless smooth globes.
"She waxed you here too?"
"Yes," came his strangled answer, opening twitching under the light touch of his fingertip. Changmin growled a little and rubbed at the center until Yunho was panting again. He could feel the muscle begin to unfurl against the firm finger as it lightly pressed in.
He let go of Yunho and pulled away to shakily get to his feet. His own erection was getting painful at this point and he needed something to ease the way.
"Min-ah. Check that bag," Yunho said quietly, pointing as his eyes appreciatively roaming over the taller man's nakedness. Changmin's dedication to health was paying off in spades. The strong muscles along his back and arms rippled with every move to open the bag Yunho indicated. His hair was plastered and spiked in parts, as it had never had a chance to dry from his shower. The wet look deepened his large chocolate eyes, adding mystery to the pupil-blown irises. His skin was flushed and beads of sweat glistened in the light creating a sun-kissed glow.
Changmin straightened in triumph having found the capped vial, and swung back onto the bed, jostling Yunho's body. Sure and steady hands reached for Yunho and he instantly reached back. Changmin settled between his legs and lips met their counterparts eagerly. Tongues tangled as their bodies wrapped and twined together until they were as close as before.
But it wasn't close enough. Changmin fumbled with the vial one-handedly while his other arm snaked under Yunho's neck. Propping his head up, he continued to ravish his sweet mouth at the perfect angle. Yunho reached down to help and they broke away to watch him pour slippery amber liquid onto long fingers. Changmin looked into Yunho's eyes as he circled his center before pressing in. Yunho took in a ragged breath as he stared at his other half in complete trust. The long finger twisted around and dipped until a nub was bumped into. Yunho jerked and squeezed Changmin's shoulders in surprise at the pleasurable jolt. Changmin grinned wolfishly at him and retreated to slide back in with two fingers, circling and rubbing at the nub repeatedly. He couldn't help but watch with desire-filled eyes while Yunho writhed on his fingers.
"Mmm! Oh, ah, Min," Yunho moaned softly, face flushing as his body squeezed at the fingers buried in him, head tossing to the side as he tried to catch his breath. Changmin leaned down to nuzzle at his cheek and kept it up until he had four fingers stretching Yunho's passage. All that porn was good for something, especially the few male on male ones (and tutorials) he watched after he got curious one night fantasizing about what he'd do to Yunho's body. He only subconsciously acknowledged his need for knowledge— the type that prepared him for a moment like this. He wanted Yunho to enjoy this, though pain might not be entirely avoided...
"Yeah. You ready baby? Can I come in?" he breathed against the corner of Yunho's lips, licking at the cupid's bow. He was losing patience in the face of their connection, the driving force of strong want between them. He wanted to be in Yunho as deep as possible.
Yunho turned his head back with effort and a strong hand came up to hold Changmin's head against his.
"Yes Min. Now. Do it—" he was cut off, throat closing as the blunt head of Changmin's cock pressed at his entrance. He tried to not fight the thick head, breathing deeply to relax. Changmin assisted him by blindly grabbing for a pillow strewn about and pushing it under his hips, angling him up so his body was bent. He could have turned him onto his stomach as it seemed easier, but he wanted to see Yunho's face too much.
"Bare down on me," Changmin raggedly told him, holding on to not thrust wildly into the tight heat, not wanting to hurt the man he lo— cared for so much. His heart skipped a beat at the directions his thoughts were taking. Not yet, not now.
"Changmin," Yunho breathed as he pushed in slowly but steadily. He felt as if with every penetrating inch Changmin was sinking in emotionally, slipping right through the wall around his heart. That scared him, but at the same time he felt aroused like never before, beyond belief. He shuddered out a gasp when Changmin's hips met flush against him. Above all else, he could only think that he trusted Changmin with his life.
"You feel me? Yun-yah, I'm in you. Do you feel me?" He gritted out, shivering as he felt passion pulsing through the dynamic man clinging to him, arching to accommodate his girth. That passion was all his in the moment and he struggled not to come under the intensity.
"Yah, what else could I feel but your huge cock?!" Yunho gasped out with a laugh, opening eyes he had squeezed closed. Changmin was startled into a burst of laughter gaining him back momentary control. It was taken away just as quickly as their laughter rocked him against Yunho's prostate causing him to clench down, making them both moan. Yunho reached to place his hands over Changmin's as they held up his legs, squeezing fiercely as Changmin lost it.
"Fuck! Fuck you feel good. Your body is amazing baby. You're so fucking good!" Changmin babbled as he slammed into Yunho, bottoming out only pulling back enough to slam in again and again. He spiraled into ecstasy as his partner began to buck, body jerking with the strength of his thrusts.
Yunho clutched desperately at Changmin and whined as his body was plundered. His toes curled as a flush traveled from his chest to his face. Sweat slicked them both down, causing them to slide against each other as the pace quickened. He twisted until Changmin held him in place hitting his prostate dead on, over and over with every lunge. He startled himself with his next yell, and tried to cover his mouth. Changmin lifted his leg over one shoulder, freeing a hand to reach over and yank his hand back down.
"No. I want to hear you. You want to scream for me? Do it Yunho. Scream as I screw you into bed. You're gonna come aren't you? Fuck I can see it in your eyes, how good it is. I'm the best you ever had aren't I? No woman could fuck you like this. Tell me I'm the only man you'd let fuck you. I want to hear you Yunho--"
"YES! YES! YOU FUCK ME BEST! ONLY YOU CHANGMIN! AHHH!" Yunho screamed uncontrollably, and on the heels of his outburst curled upwards, flexible body bent in half on the edge of coming. Changmin palmed his cock against his tensed belly, heel pressing against his balls, and that was it. Yunho orgasmed explosively, spine whipping back as his body released long, drawn out surges of come. He wailed, overcome with sensation. Changmin crashed down and ravaged his open mouth, swallowing his cries and staring deeply into wet and dazed eyes. Changmin had been holding on by sheer will but the arousing sight and feel of viselike clenching and fluttering around his cock tipped him over. He wildly slammed in a few more times before erupting in waves, colors bursting behind his eyes.
Neither moved for a moment as their bodies twitched and came down from their powerful orgasms. Changmin stirred first and slowly pulled out so as not to hurt his companion. Yunho groaned quietly as his legs were carefully lowered and hands rolled him to his side. A soft cloth wiped across his skin back and front. He lazily cracked open an eye enough to see it was the oversized t-shirt, which Changmin proceeded to use on himself. As soon as Changmin settled down, he scooted back against his chest and grabbed at his arm to pull over his waist, tangling their fingers. Changmin threw his leg over Yunho's legs, completely encasing him, and they comfortably sunk down against the plush mattress.
Yunho quietly sighed, the air catching in his chest from the lingering intensity of his overcome emotional state. Changmin didn't say anything, but tightened his grip nuzzling at his neck and gently kissed his shoulder. Yunho felt his heart settle a bit, comforted by the small gestures, and smiled. Soon they fell asleep as the last of the golden sunset lit the room in bronze fire.
