yuxo
Summary: Talk to me. Tell me what you want.
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He may forget what you have said, but he'll never forget how you made him feel.
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He's so engrossed in his book that he doesn't hear Yunho walk into the room and close the door with a soft click. Changmin nearly falls out of his chair when arms come to circle his neck, a warm breath and a smile suddenly tickling at his ear.
"What are you, a ninja? You startled me."
Yunho laughs and kisses his neck. "That's what you get for not paying attention to me."
"I'm paying attention now," Changmin smiles, turning his head to meet a kiss halfway.
There's affectionate laughter caught behind his lips and Yunho lets it out in a sigh, smiling as Changmin attempts to get up without breaking the kiss, both of them stumbling and falling into bed together. "So...you think I'm delectable?"
He pouts when all he hears is a snort of disbelief. "I believe I said your six pack is delectable."
"...Yah..."
Changmin grins and rolls Yunho over onto his back, leaving light kisses on the older man's forehead, temples, cheeks, and nose. "What do you think?"
All he gets is a playful poke in the ribs. "You tell me."
"No. If I have to—YAH!" Changmin flails as arms suddenly pull him down into a strong embrace. He gets to enjoy it for three seconds before Yunho's wrestling him around again, and can't help giggling along with the older man as they nearly roll off the bed together, lightly tickling and teasing, kisses becoming more and more breathless as the minutes tick by.
They're both panting and Yunho's cheeks are flushed from laughter and warmth when Changmin successfully pins him down to the mattress. Changmin blinks and Yunho blinks back at him and one second passes before they're locked in a sudden, hungry kiss, Yunho's fingers twisted in Changmin's thick hair, Changmin's hands cupping Yunho's face and trying desperately to pull the older man impossibly closer.
"Clothes, off," Yunho breathes, head spinning, nearly ripping the younger man's shirt in half as he tears it off a lean body.
"Ah, ah, patience," Changmin grins, giving him a look that promised enough to make Yunho's toes curl in needy anticipation.
A sucking bite is left in the curve meeting neck and shoulder. Yunho arches as hands snake down his body, rubbing and massaging through fabric, leaving him restless for real skin to skin contact.
"Who's the tease now?" he manages to choke. Changmin pushes his shirt up and off, teeth sinking into the flesh of his shoulder and Yunho flushes at the embarrassing moan that leaves his throat.
"Tell me what you want," Changmin says, quiet and dangerous, lips just a scrap of air away from Yunho's.
His lover tries to blink some lucidity back into himself and grips Changmin's back, fingertips pressing into hot flesh. "I don't know, anything." Yunho's words are impatient as is the open mouthed kiss he yanks Changmin into, uncomfortably hard in his jeans, an almost nauseating desire sitting heavy in his abdomen.
"Not good enough."
Yunho makes a noise of frustration and pushes Changmin's head lower. "I want your mouth on me," he manages to choke out.
Teeth immediately go around his nipple, biting hard and stopping just shy of painful, ripping aroused gasp after gasp from Yunho's mouth. A hot tongue laps at the marks left behind, fingertips playing with his other nipple before a sliding kiss is trailing across his sternum, tongue never ceasing.
The older man thinks he might lose it when they haven't even gotten anywhere. It's been longer than he would like but it hasn't been that long and yet, here he is, on his back, trying not to embarrass himself and come in his boxer briefs eons too early.
"Kiss me," he breathes.
Changmin's tongue is in his mouth in a heartbeat, soft moans coming from the back of his throat and lost in Yunho's palate. "Yunho..."
"Changmin," Yunho moans, urgent kisses pressed to Changmin's jaw and neck, "I want your mouth on me, please."
Relief tingles in his fingertips when Changmin kisses down his stomach, pausing only occasionally to have a nibble and feel muscles shift and clench under roaming lips, fingers working quickly at the fly of Yunho's jeans. It doesn't take long before Yunho breathes out a sigh of utter joy that his erection's released, wondering dimly if he's ever been this glad to be butt naked.
"You're so hard," Changmin says, voice husky, fingertips trailing up and down Yunho's erection. The barely there sensation has Yunho pushing his hips up for more contact, biting his lower lip with a vengeance to keep the noises in. "You're gonna have to tell me what you want, sweetheart, or I'm not doing it for you."
"Fuck!" Yunho hisses at the ceiling, blood pooling in his cheeks. "Changmin!"
"Yunho," the younger man responds calmly, leaning in to lick the tip of his lover's cock, just to tease, just to be a difficult bitch about things. "Like I said, you need to tell me what you want."
A wavering groan is all the reply he gets for a while. "J-just want you," comes the answer eventually.
"Want me where?"
Yunho feels his cheeks burn even more but the thought's all but yanked from his mind when he feels hot breath ghosting over his length. "Inside," he gasps in a rush, "inside me, inside me, I want you inside me!"
"That's my boy," Changmin grins, swallowing around the ball of lust lodged in his throat, grabbing Yunho's thighs and pushing them up and apart, tongue tracing the vein in Yunho's cock all the way down to the base, moving lower before his lover knows to do anything but moan.
It's rare they get time like this and Yunho knows he's really in for it. Changmin's tongue suddenly pushes into his body and a strangled scream gets caught halfway out of his mouth before his spine is arching in a rainbow all on its own. He wants to close his legs but he doesn't, not when it feels like this, the sensation foreign and strange and so good he can only squirm around on the sheets in stunned silence.
"Cha-Changmin- fuck, fuck!" Yunho chokes out on occasion, feeling more exposed than he has in a long time. Changmin's fingers are splayed out on the backs of his thighs to hold his legs up and he can feel an orgasm swimming dangerously close.
Changmin pushes his tongue further into Yunho's body, cock throbbing in his pants just listening to the sounds coming from the older man's mouth. It's music to his ears. The desperate gasps and pleading moans only spur him on, pulling out his tongue and tracing the outside of Yunho's hole, knowing he's pushing the other man to the furthest limit.
"Changmin!" Yunho nearly shouts, chest heaving like he's just run forty times around the block.
"Hm?" The younger man doesn't even look up, dragging his tongue up and lapping at Yunho's balls. "Did you need something?" he says around Yunho's cock, leaving wet kisses here and there, listening for the barely contained sobs coming out of Yunho's mouth.
"I...I-" The mainly incoherent statement is cut off in a loud gasp as Changmin's lips close around the head of his erection and sucks. Yunho swears he sees stars. "I...inside me, now, please!" he breathes quietly, muscles straining, fingers curled like claws, clenching the sheets for dear life.
Changmin lifts his head and looks at him through his eyelashes, letting go of the erection in his mouth with an obscene pop. "If that's what you want," he smiles, grabbing onto Yunho's thighs again.
A ridiculous and high-pitched noise that can't even be classified tears out of Yunho's throat when Changmin's tongue pushes into his body again, probing and opening him up. It's hot and wet and too intimate and Yunho barely steals a breath to warn the younger man before he's coming all over himself, desperate whine filling the room.
Changmin pulls away after Yunho's done, breathing almost as hard as the other man. "Hey now, who said you were supposed to do that?" he teases, wincing as his cock screams bloody murder in his jeans. It would take less time to get them off if his damn fingers would stop shaking but he gets them off eventually, pushing them down and tossing them carelessly along with his underwear.
Come on man, get it together, Yunho thinks wearily, forcing his eyes open.
To say Changmin is gorgeous would be the understatement of all time.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, hands reaching for his lover. "Want you so much, Changmin-ah, just want you to be with me."
"I'm right here," Changmin smiles, dipping his body forward and licking through the wet mess across Yunho's stomach and chest, moaning at the taste. He licks and bites all the way up Yunho's body, leaving marks that scream sex everywhere he can, ending with a harsh kiss to Yunho's mouth. "Want to lie here and let me fuck you?"
"Yes," Yunho breathes.
"Or," Changmin continues, sliding one arm under the older man's back and lifting him up, pressing their chests together, "do you want to ride me until I come inside you?"
It probably isn't healthy that Changmin can reduce him to strange, embarrassing noises with a couple of well chosen words. But that's another thought for another time. Yunho stares for a while and tries not to attack the man staring back at him. "Th-that one," he forces out past numb lips, "I like that one."
"If that's what you want."
"That's what I want," Yunho says, mostly in Changmin's mouth in a furious kiss, starving for the other man's touch and lips and body. He pushes Changmin onto his back and straddles his waist, reaching under the pillow for some lube. "Here," he says, handing it to him, getting on knees.
Changmin looks at it. "...And?"
"And..." Yunho blushes, "...and..."
A raised eyebrow.
"God fuck it, I want your fingers in me," he bites out, face flaming.
Changmin smiles as he sits up, pulling Yunho flush against his chest again. "That wasn't so hard was it?"
Quiet moans are his only answer as his fingers brush Yunho's entrance, the older man hugging onto his body, face buried in his neck. Gently, Changmin pushes his index finger in. "Okay?"
"More than that." The answer's barely intelligible.
It doesn't take long before a second and third finger join it the first. Yunho slowly fucks himself on Changmin's long fingers, trying not to sound too slutty about enjoying it.
"Enough," he moans, turning his head and biting Changmin's ear.
"Tell me what you want, sweetheart, I'll give it to you."
"Want your cock," Yunho whispers hotly, too far gone to feel embarrassed anymore, "want all of your cock in my ass."
Changmin's breath hitches at the words and he tries not to let it show how much it's affecting him, pulling away and avoiding Yunho's dark eyes, settling Yunho in his lap. "Are-" He has to stop to clear his throat. "You ready?"
A dark nod is all he gets. With not quite steady fingers, Changmin guides his erection into Yunho's body, hissing as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle. Yunho's head snaps back violently, nails digging into Changmin's shoulders as he lowers his body down.
"...Ahhh..." he breathes out, face twisted in sensation after he settles completely.
"Yunho," Changmin moans, "you feel so good around me."
"Want more of you," Yunho moans back, pushing Changmin flat on his back again. One hand goes on the younger man's stomach and the other behind himself to grab the back of Changmin's thigh.
"Ride me," Changmin whispers.
Yunho groans and rises on his knees, body shaking as he comes back down. Changmin moans his name and all he can do is repeat the movement, shivering as he's filled to the brim, already desperate for release.
"You look so good like that, w-wish you could see yourself."
Hands brush down his chest and stomach, settling in a firm grip around his hips. Yunho tilts his head back and gasps, feeling Changmin's cock nudge his prostate, sparking fire through his veins.
"Feels so good Yunho, feels so good, don't stop!"
He has no intention of stopping. Everything's slick and hard and he can feel his erection straining upwards in the air every time he drops back into Changmin's lap.
"God, please, Changmin, please," he whimpers, head lolling forward. "Want to come, please, make me come."
"But you like this," Changmin whispers, pulling on Yunho's wrists until the older man is leaning over him on elbows and knees, still grinding back on Changmin's erection. "You like getting fucked like this, don't you?"
"Mmm!" Yunho whimpers his assent into Changmin's ear. "I l-like it."
"And?" The younger man makes his point and jerks his hips up sharply, biting the inside of his cheek when Yunho cries out in pleasure.
"I...I like it when you fuck me," Yunho stutters breathlessly, trying not to shake from desperation. "I love your cock inside me- ah, ah! Changmin!"
Changmin grips onto his waist and joins their bodies as forcefully as he can, the sound of skin on skin and Yunho's words shameless and dangerous.
If it'll get Changmin to fuck him harder, Yunho doesn't care what he needs to confess to get him where he wants to go. "Love it when you f-fuck me like this, Changmin!" he nearly shouts, eyes screwed shut with pleasure. "Love your cock in my ass, love it when you make me c-come! Uh- AH! Changmin! L-love it when you- oh god Changmin! When you come inside of me, god, please, pl-plea-ase!"
The last word comes out between a few dry sobs and Changmin feels his abdomen clench. He pauses, ignores the frantic pleas in his ear, and manoeuvres them around until Yunho's flipped on his back again.
"Please Changmin," Yunho outright begs, staring up imploringly, "please please please, come inside me."
"Shh," the younger man whispers. He kisses Yunho softly on the lips before tracing his lips down to Yunho's ear, licking at the shell. "Didn't know you were such a whore for me."
"How could you not know?" Yunho gasps, blushing, knees drawn up and squeezing Changmin's sides, one ankle hooked around the jut of a hipbone. "You're all I ever think about and I just, I hate being away from you, I hate it, I hate it when we can't be together like this and I always want you so much-"
"Yunho!" Changmin interrupts, trying not to glow and ruin the mood. "Yunho, just...come for me, okay?"
Yunho blinks and nods quickly, shifting restlessly in Changmin's arms. "Kiss me."
So Changmin does. He pulls almost all the way out and angles himself properly, thrusting in the way he knows Yunho likes it, swallowing the eager noises coming out of his lover's mouth. He never knows if Yunho knows how attractive and fucking easy to love he is.
The rest of the thought is lost as Yunho arches into his chest, breathless moans and desperate sobs kissed into his cheek and mouth and jaw and neck and shoulder, nails digging into and scratching parallel lines to his spine. Changmin hisses when Yunho jerks, knowing the other man's enjoying this, making a mental note to get Yunho to cut his damn nails after.
"Changmin!" Yunho gasps, holding on tighter, the side of his nose pressed to Changmin's cheek, eyes scrunched shut.
"It's okay, let go," Changmin whispers, wincing as he speeds up, feeling Yunho clenching tighter and tighter around his cock. "Let me see you come for me."
It hits him like a sudden high note in a song, an octave higher than he expects because it's always so much better than he remembers, the pleasure reducing him to choking on breaths and losing his entire body but willingly, so willingly, to Changmin. His orgasm seems to go on and on and it's all he can feel, shaking and twisting on the bed, trying to keep Changmin as close as possible.
Changmin's last few thrusts are desperate and lack any sort of rhythm. He comes just when Yunho's starting to come down from his high, a euphoric cry falling from his lips. Toes curled in bliss and back arching, pleasure shoots down his spine and radiates outwards from his core, that much more intense when he hears Yunho moan his name.
He's not entirely done but Yunho pulls him down, breathless as they are, kissing him to no end. Changmin's arms threaten to give out so he just slowly falls forward, a soft huff of surprise from weight and laughter pushed from the older man's lungs.
Time passes and he doesn't give a damn, nosing at Yunho's hair, his neck, his cheek. Hands come to smooth his hair back and rub his tailbone, occasionally sliding down to pat his butt in affection.
"Okay, get up," Yunho murmurs an eternity later. "We need to clean ourselves off."
"Yunho, come on," the younger man groans, "you can't be serious. Just sleep with me."
"I just did." Fingers poke at his cheeks. "Let's go, you, before we get stuck together like an oreo."
"I like oreos."
"And I like you."
"Good. I like you too."
"We'd have come flavoured filling."
"What are you even talking about anymore?" Changmin snorts, giggling deliriously to himself.
"I don't know, you did this to me."
"Did you like it?" Changmin forces himself to get up on elbows, muscles protesting at the movement. He pecks Yunho on the lips.
"Yes, I liked it a lot."
"Then can't we just stay like this for a little bit?"
Yunho smiles and does a poor job of sighing like he doesn't want to agree, pushing Changmin sideways and crawling half on top of him. "We can stay like this however long you want, baby." He lets Changmin pull him forward for a deep and thorough kiss, cradling the other man in a tight embrace, smiling wider when fingertips come up to brush across his cheeks and lips.
"Just stay with me, okay?" Changmin barely whispers, fingertips lingering on Yunho's lips.
Yunho grabs his hand and kisses the inside of his wrist twice, kisses the corner of his mouth twice, kisses his lips until he falls asleep, warm and comfortable and safe.
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"Changmin-sshi!"
The room goes silent and Changmin turns so red he can feel his face warming the entire room.
His coordi-noona's shriek apparently travelled to other rooms because there's pounding on the wall from the next room over. It doesn't deter her, though, not even a little bit.
"Changmin-sshi! What happened!? Did you get attacked by a cat and then fall down a cliff!?"
Yunho's edging closer and closer to the door, looking terrified and amused at the same time. Because clearly, Changmin will perpetually be the youngest member too young to have sex with anyone and he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of that kind of wrath.
"Ma-Maybe I should just put my shirt back on," Changmin swallows nervously, eyeing her disbelieving expression with unease. "Can I have a shirt now?"
"Yunho-sshi!" She whirls around. Yunho looks up with wide eyes. "You're the leader! Take responsibility and take CARE of your members!"
"Yes ma'am," he says quickly.
Jaejoong's too busy dying all over himself to be of any help so Yunho just discreetly punches him in the head as he walks past.
"Come here, Changmin, I need to give you a lecture on...proper behaviour."
"Um, what," Changmin says, trying not to laugh at the twitch he sees in Yunho's lips.
They actually make it out the door and around the corner of the hallway before bursting into laughter as quietly as they can.
"A cat!" Changmin laughs, one eye crinkling higher than the other, pulling Yunho towards him and walking backwards until his back hits the wall. "Better cut your nails before you get killed, hyung."
"It just means you did good work, okay?" Yunho grins, leaning into the embrace, kissing Changmin gently on the lips. One arm wraps around his waist and the other hand comes up to brush his hair to the side.
They press a few rushed kisses to each other's lips in the stolen moment of time they have. "I want a cat for Christmas," Changmin giggles suddenly, cheeks flushing, pressing his forehead to Yunho's. "I'll take care of it and love it forever, I promise."
"I think I can work with that," Yunho whispers back, blushing just a little, sealing the deal with one more kiss.
