[Fic] That Feeling Tonight
Jan. 17th, 2011 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coley_merrinTitle: That Feeling Tonight
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Red hair, slim pants, and a moment worth waiting for.
Me: PWP at its Me-est
Beta: you have effectively thrust all mi sexual frustration into this
Me: >.>
(me later: /rolls)
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Rule number one of secret backstage sexing was never actually appearing moving in the same direction together. Whether that meant meeting each other in a previously decided spot, or splitting up only to wind back together. They’d perfected the art. Not that some of the members didn’t know exactly what they were getting up to - someone had refined the art before they’d gotten to it, after all - but it kept some of the staff from wondering why Zhou Mi coincidentally disappeared at the same time as Kyuhyun.
The break wasn’t a long one. But unless he needed some massive repairs to his face, it was still there. And he blazed away from the others, knowing exactly which room had been chosen. Zhou Mi was seated, one long leg propped on the other, and playing with his phone as Kyuhyun pushed in.
He did a pretty good job - better than some others - at keeping his body under control on stage. Sometimes the rush, the circumstances, were too much. He got that. But as he scrambled down the textured grate, he knew what was waiting for him. Standing still as the doors opened to admit him under the stage. Zhou Mi’s thrown back head, endless neck wet. Moans. Zhou Mi on stage in tight black pants and sparkly gloves. On his knees. Hair tossing. If he hadn’t gotten hard with those images in his head, he’d have been dead.
The door locked easily under his fingers, and he tested it. Zhou Mi was on his feet, phone carefully left behind.
“You made it,” Zhou Mi teased, stepping forward, their chests brushing. He knew it. He knew they did that hair, that eyeliner, to screw with Kyuhyun’s brain. Still in his studded-collared jacket, and those pants. And those gloves. He swallowed, inhaling the scent of stage makeup and fake leather.
And Zhou Mi.
It didn’t take words, Zhou Mi’s mouth brushing his jaw, his neck. There wasn’t enough time to debate who was doing what, when and where. And he could’ve protested as Zhou Mi pressed him back against the wall, but he didn’t. Zhou Mi’s fingers spread and scraping down his shirt.
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi whispered, lips curving.
And all the blood in his body buzzed, hips going taut. Zhou Mi, who shouldn’t have been sexy when he was often so cute, dropped to one knee. And then the other. Thighs spread just so, that his eyes were drawn to Zhou Mi’s crotch. And he pictured in his mind that little twist on stage, that sexual drop to his knees. The monitors backstage were there for their benefit. Not so Kyuhyun could nearly curse out loud in surprise and arousal.
But Zhou Mi nudged closer, gripping Kyuhyun’s hips. And he could see down that body.
He laughed inside every time he heard someone tease Zhou Mi about not having an ass. Sure, maybe it wasn’t a bubble butt, but it was there. No one who’d had their hands all over it could deny it. And he had. Oh he had. Whether it was jerking Zhou Mi’s hips into his own from behind with his hands on that ass, or jerking those hips up from below to bury himself in Zhou Mi. So yes, he took exception, because he’d become rather intimately acquainted with the subject.
The first time it had been like this, backstage, Zhou Mi fumbling with his pants, they’d both been nervous. Him almost too nervous to let go. Like orgasm was some elusive thing, even with Zhou Mi’s insistent efforts. But eager? Nothing kept them from that. That look of greed and anticipation that lit Zhou Mi’s face as he cupped Kyuhyun through his underwear. And if he was hard, the amusement in those eyes when he looked up at Kyuhyun. Look what I found. Is this for me?
It was. It always was. It took no thought at all to conjure the image of Zhou Mi’s lips parting around him. Studious and sure. That tongue, darting. He imagined them sharing a cock, a mutual blowjob, their lips meeting around someone else’s erection. Though he didn’t feel quite prepared to share. If it were any easier, he’d have invested in some kind of dildo. One for their mouths, one they could could practice on all they wanted. But maybe also one that vibrated. He thought it was be something amazing to teach Zhou Mi how to writhe.
He left the wall briefly, letting Zhou Mi tug down his underwear. And Zhou Mi was close with the ease of long practice. If there was anything Zhou Mi hated, that Zhou Mi had complained to him bitterly about, it was being choked by a rogue thrust. And hey, he did his best, but his hips weren’t always under his full control. It meant there was a forearm holding his hips to the wall. Obstructing his view a little, but not enough to count. If they were horizontal, Zhou Mi had other methods. Methods that could make a single blowjob make him want to push Zhou Mi away and get off on his own. Zhou Mi-induced desperation. The problem was, that by the time he was coming on Zhou Mi’s face, those were the times he couldn’t control his hips. Convulsing in some higher state of ecstasy, even as Zhou Mi was licking come from his fingers like some kind of cat.
Smug bastard. Irresistible bastard.
Bastard who was currently juggling Kyuhyun’s testicles in one hand like a trained magician, while waiting for Kyuhyun’s reaction.
And there really only was one.
“Hurry up, we don’t have all day,” he hissed, glancing at the door. Someone could be by to tell them it was time at any second. And he did not have that kind of a hair trigger, not even for Zhou Mi and those pouting lips.
Pleased lips. Lips that parted, were tongued wet, that brushed the head of his cock, cool. And because Zhou Mi knew he was watching, Zhou Mi’s head tilted, gilded hair shifting, and it allowed him to watch fully as Zhou Mi’s lips stretched around him. Tongue cupping at him as Zhou Mi wetted his skin. Warm. Slick. Eyes flickering to his. But only for a moment. There was a time to flirt, and there was a time to get him off. They both knew which it was. Sounds backed up in his throat as Zhou Mi’s mouth wet him almost to his base before drawing back. Tongue as busy as Zhou Mi’s still-fondling hand.
His fingers traced up the short red hairs at the back of Zhou Mi's head. There really wasn't any escape. But then, he wasn't running.
“Zhou Mi,” he urged, and got a moan in return. Two, in fact. Zhou Mi’s, and then his own. With the moan, suction. Suction, and that clever, thrashing tongue. Thumb jiggling his balls with precision, that head bobbing, bobbing just far enough to draw him again again. Mouth sealed so tight to him that time that he could see Zhou Mi’s cheeks start to hollow. Breath exploding from Zhou Mi’s nose as he gasped and exhaled, and Kyuhyun’s thighs began to tremble. Stupid sparkly gloves abandoned beside them, Zhou Mi’s flopping forelock of a haircut. He knew without a doubt that Zhou Mi’s toes were working inside of those dark boots, his whole body part of it. He began to whine under his breath in almost desperation as footsteps neared in the outer hall. They faded back just as quickly.
But Zhou Mi didn’t slow, didn’t let up. There was method to Zhou Mi’s madness. Starting slow sometimes, or starting fast. Building up until he could have screamed Zhou Mi’s name if he knew how to let himself. Plea. Demand. Worship.
He never knew.
They didn’t have that luxury. No screams to pass his lips, only garbled urges, repetitions of the only name he moaned. Biting at his fist to keep himself quiet as Zhou Mi quickened. It made his eyes blur. All that he could see was Zhou Mi. He could have surrounded himself with Zhou Mi’s. One to take his mouth, to tease his chest, his stomach. A Zhou Mi close enough that he could have a cock in his hand, his mouth. Maybe the next time they were in a bed. Making Zhou Mi moan for him. His mouth parted at the thought, nearly tasting Zhou Mi’s pre-come, desperate for it, eager for it, begging for it, as all the air rocketed from his body. Fingers scrabbling at nothing as he came for Zhou Mi.
His head slammed back, stuttered inhale full of rapture of letting go. And by the time he’d exhaled, undone, Zhou Mi’s mouth had gentled. One of Zhou Mi’s hands stroked along his very-locked knee, about the only thing keeping him upright. And the amusement was back in those eyes as they considered each other. Zhou Mi carefully tucked him back in, zipping him up and standing slowly. Knees probably aching. Aware of their makeup as their noses brushed. Most of Zhou Mi’s lip gloss was in his underwear somewhere, so he saw no reason not to share some of his own. Pretty red lips, red from sucking him off. Breath that smelled like his own come, and lips that tasted of him. Was he supposed to not find that hot? He hadn’t gotten the memo.
“Minute to spare,” Zhou Mi whispered, having glanced at the clock on the wall. “Good job.”
The curve of his mouth was caught against Zhou Mi’s. But he knew Zhou Mi understood he thought the same. Very good job.
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Red hair, slim pants, and a moment worth waiting for.
Me: PWP at its Me-est
Beta: you have effectively thrust all mi sexual frustration into this
Me: >.>
(me later: /rolls)
***
***
Rule number one of secret backstage sexing was never actually appearing moving in the same direction together. Whether that meant meeting each other in a previously decided spot, or splitting up only to wind back together. They’d perfected the art. Not that some of the members didn’t know exactly what they were getting up to - someone had refined the art before they’d gotten to it, after all - but it kept some of the staff from wondering why Zhou Mi coincidentally disappeared at the same time as Kyuhyun.
The break wasn’t a long one. But unless he needed some massive repairs to his face, it was still there. And he blazed away from the others, knowing exactly which room had been chosen. Zhou Mi was seated, one long leg propped on the other, and playing with his phone as Kyuhyun pushed in.
He did a pretty good job - better than some others - at keeping his body under control on stage. Sometimes the rush, the circumstances, were too much. He got that. But as he scrambled down the textured grate, he knew what was waiting for him. Standing still as the doors opened to admit him under the stage. Zhou Mi’s thrown back head, endless neck wet. Moans. Zhou Mi on stage in tight black pants and sparkly gloves. On his knees. Hair tossing. If he hadn’t gotten hard with those images in his head, he’d have been dead.
The door locked easily under his fingers, and he tested it. Zhou Mi was on his feet, phone carefully left behind.
“You made it,” Zhou Mi teased, stepping forward, their chests brushing. He knew it. He knew they did that hair, that eyeliner, to screw with Kyuhyun’s brain. Still in his studded-collared jacket, and those pants. And those gloves. He swallowed, inhaling the scent of stage makeup and fake leather.
And Zhou Mi.
It didn’t take words, Zhou Mi’s mouth brushing his jaw, his neck. There wasn’t enough time to debate who was doing what, when and where. And he could’ve protested as Zhou Mi pressed him back against the wall, but he didn’t. Zhou Mi’s fingers spread and scraping down his shirt.
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi whispered, lips curving.
And all the blood in his body buzzed, hips going taut. Zhou Mi, who shouldn’t have been sexy when he was often so cute, dropped to one knee. And then the other. Thighs spread just so, that his eyes were drawn to Zhou Mi’s crotch. And he pictured in his mind that little twist on stage, that sexual drop to his knees. The monitors backstage were there for their benefit. Not so Kyuhyun could nearly curse out loud in surprise and arousal.
But Zhou Mi nudged closer, gripping Kyuhyun’s hips. And he could see down that body.
He laughed inside every time he heard someone tease Zhou Mi about not having an ass. Sure, maybe it wasn’t a bubble butt, but it was there. No one who’d had their hands all over it could deny it. And he had. Oh he had. Whether it was jerking Zhou Mi’s hips into his own from behind with his hands on that ass, or jerking those hips up from below to bury himself in Zhou Mi. So yes, he took exception, because he’d become rather intimately acquainted with the subject.
The first time it had been like this, backstage, Zhou Mi fumbling with his pants, they’d both been nervous. Him almost too nervous to let go. Like orgasm was some elusive thing, even with Zhou Mi’s insistent efforts. But eager? Nothing kept them from that. That look of greed and anticipation that lit Zhou Mi’s face as he cupped Kyuhyun through his underwear. And if he was hard, the amusement in those eyes when he looked up at Kyuhyun. Look what I found. Is this for me?
It was. It always was. It took no thought at all to conjure the image of Zhou Mi’s lips parting around him. Studious and sure. That tongue, darting. He imagined them sharing a cock, a mutual blowjob, their lips meeting around someone else’s erection. Though he didn’t feel quite prepared to share. If it were any easier, he’d have invested in some kind of dildo. One for their mouths, one they could could practice on all they wanted. But maybe also one that vibrated. He thought it was be something amazing to teach Zhou Mi how to writhe.
He left the wall briefly, letting Zhou Mi tug down his underwear. And Zhou Mi was close with the ease of long practice. If there was anything Zhou Mi hated, that Zhou Mi had complained to him bitterly about, it was being choked by a rogue thrust. And hey, he did his best, but his hips weren’t always under his full control. It meant there was a forearm holding his hips to the wall. Obstructing his view a little, but not enough to count. If they were horizontal, Zhou Mi had other methods. Methods that could make a single blowjob make him want to push Zhou Mi away and get off on his own. Zhou Mi-induced desperation. The problem was, that by the time he was coming on Zhou Mi’s face, those were the times he couldn’t control his hips. Convulsing in some higher state of ecstasy, even as Zhou Mi was licking come from his fingers like some kind of cat.
Smug bastard. Irresistible bastard.
Bastard who was currently juggling Kyuhyun’s testicles in one hand like a trained magician, while waiting for Kyuhyun’s reaction.
And there really only was one.
“Hurry up, we don’t have all day,” he hissed, glancing at the door. Someone could be by to tell them it was time at any second. And he did not have that kind of a hair trigger, not even for Zhou Mi and those pouting lips.
Pleased lips. Lips that parted, were tongued wet, that brushed the head of his cock, cool. And because Zhou Mi knew he was watching, Zhou Mi’s head tilted, gilded hair shifting, and it allowed him to watch fully as Zhou Mi’s lips stretched around him. Tongue cupping at him as Zhou Mi wetted his skin. Warm. Slick. Eyes flickering to his. But only for a moment. There was a time to flirt, and there was a time to get him off. They both knew which it was. Sounds backed up in his throat as Zhou Mi’s mouth wet him almost to his base before drawing back. Tongue as busy as Zhou Mi’s still-fondling hand.
His fingers traced up the short red hairs at the back of Zhou Mi's head. There really wasn't any escape. But then, he wasn't running.
“Zhou Mi,” he urged, and got a moan in return. Two, in fact. Zhou Mi’s, and then his own. With the moan, suction. Suction, and that clever, thrashing tongue. Thumb jiggling his balls with precision, that head bobbing, bobbing just far enough to draw him again again. Mouth sealed so tight to him that time that he could see Zhou Mi’s cheeks start to hollow. Breath exploding from Zhou Mi’s nose as he gasped and exhaled, and Kyuhyun’s thighs began to tremble. Stupid sparkly gloves abandoned beside them, Zhou Mi’s flopping forelock of a haircut. He knew without a doubt that Zhou Mi’s toes were working inside of those dark boots, his whole body part of it. He began to whine under his breath in almost desperation as footsteps neared in the outer hall. They faded back just as quickly.
But Zhou Mi didn’t slow, didn’t let up. There was method to Zhou Mi’s madness. Starting slow sometimes, or starting fast. Building up until he could have screamed Zhou Mi’s name if he knew how to let himself. Plea. Demand. Worship.
He never knew.
They didn’t have that luxury. No screams to pass his lips, only garbled urges, repetitions of the only name he moaned. Biting at his fist to keep himself quiet as Zhou Mi quickened. It made his eyes blur. All that he could see was Zhou Mi. He could have surrounded himself with Zhou Mi’s. One to take his mouth, to tease his chest, his stomach. A Zhou Mi close enough that he could have a cock in his hand, his mouth. Maybe the next time they were in a bed. Making Zhou Mi moan for him. His mouth parted at the thought, nearly tasting Zhou Mi’s pre-come, desperate for it, eager for it, begging for it, as all the air rocketed from his body. Fingers scrabbling at nothing as he came for Zhou Mi.
His head slammed back, stuttered inhale full of rapture of letting go. And by the time he’d exhaled, undone, Zhou Mi’s mouth had gentled. One of Zhou Mi’s hands stroked along his very-locked knee, about the only thing keeping him upright. And the amusement was back in those eyes as they considered each other. Zhou Mi carefully tucked him back in, zipping him up and standing slowly. Knees probably aching. Aware of their makeup as their noses brushed. Most of Zhou Mi’s lip gloss was in his underwear somewhere, so he saw no reason not to share some of his own. Pretty red lips, red from sucking him off. Breath that smelled like his own come, and lips that tasted of him. Was he supposed to not find that hot? He hadn’t gotten the memo.
“Minute to spare,” Zhou Mi whispered, having glanced at the clock on the wall. “Good job.”
The curve of his mouth was caught against Zhou Mi’s. But he knew Zhou Mi understood he thought the same. Very good job.
***
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Date: 2011-01-18 07:25 am (UTC)thank you for justifying my
entire existencemodus operandi. Also, write more porn :3no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 09:17 am (UTC)but you're mean! you didn't let zhou mimi come!
also this: He laughed inside every time he heard someone tease Zhou Mi about not having an ass. Sure, maybe it wasn’t a bubble butt, but it was there. No one who’d had their hands all over it could deny it. And he had. Oh he had. Whether it was jerking Zhou Mi’s hips into his own from behind with his hands on that ass, or jerking those hips up from below to bury himself in Zhou Mi. So yes, he took exception, because he’d become rather intimately acquainted with the subject. perfection <3
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:19 am (UTC)I'll um... be in my bunk. *shifty eyes*
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:38 am (UTC)*imagining Mi as a cat*
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Date: 2011-01-18 11:44 am (UTC)You. just. My brain. Gone.
Most of Zhou Mi’s lip gloss was in his underwear somewhere, so he saw no reason not to share some of his own. LMAO This is all kinds of hot, but still hilarious at the same time.
Fantastic fic, as always!
♥
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Date: 2011-01-18 01:32 pm (UTC)too early in the morning for my brain to handle so much awesome >__
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Date: 2011-01-18 06:24 pm (UTC)qmi porn. you can't go wrong. lol.
the descriptions were amazing and the somewhat disjointed way that Kyuhyun thought them made it seem like he was really in the throes of pleasure. i hope that makes sense XD
Pretty red lips, red from sucking him off. Breath that smelled like his own come, and lips that tasted of him. Was he supposed to not find that hot? He hadn’t gotten the memo.
lmao ♥
i loved this!!!
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Date: 2011-01-18 06:35 pm (UTC)Was discussing with Char just how much more sexual Miss Chic performances are becoming.. that led to thinking that by the time there's SS3 in Manila/KualaLumpur it will probably be STAGE SEX instead. Maybe with Kyuhyun too.
The entire paragraph about Zhou Mi's ass was *-* ..mental images. Oh.
And this Most of Zhou Mi’s lip gloss was in his underwear somewhere LOL ♥
Smug bastard. Irresistible bastard. Agreed ;A;
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Date: 2011-01-18 07:59 pm (UTC)This is was so hot!
xx
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Date: 2011-01-18 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 08:54 pm (UTC)God, there are no real coherent words to explain my love for your QMi porn, except please do not ever stop.
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 10:04 pm (UTC)OH LEMON BARS, THIS IS A GOLDMINE.
Zhou Mi's red hair and Kyuhyun's thoughts and memories of topping makes it for me, oh dear, can I just read this over and over again? > o >
HNNGH I think my brain has melted, too much hotness in one go.
Do not mix Mr. tiger!Chic and sex, it's going boom boom pow and leaving brainless comments like this. Oh my good heavens this was.. something~
last hnngh. I have to add that.
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Date: 2011-01-18 10:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-18 10:39 pm (UTC)ASDFGHJKL *flails* Like, the sex and the SEX and Mimi's red hair and both of them just absolutely toying with each other. Like I said, it's nice to see someone writing Mimi more sex and leather/glitter and kinda possessive rather than the usual nothing but sunshine Mimi. Not that I don't love sunshine Mi, but that's not all he is. It's also incredibly refreshing to read out-of-control Kyuhyun. Read refreshing as "totally, mindblowingly hot"
Convulsing in some higher state of ecstasy, even as Zhou Mi was licking come from his fingers like some kind of cat.
A cat? A cat. How is the image not going to be burned into my brain for the rest of eternity. Someday I will meet him and try to be polite and this image will rise to my mind and I will just stare in horrified amusement. You have ruined me forever and I'm perfectly okay with this. :) Write more porn. :|
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Date: 2011-01-18 11:52 pm (UTC)I read smut at 6 in the morning. Not complaining. It just made my day.
you know, I kept thinking that Zhoumi's ms chic outfit will always be somewhat, inspiring.
Ah, sexy Mi!
*off to watch Mimi's fancam*
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Date: 2011-01-19 12:27 am (UTC)I don't think I got the memo either. Brb, dying from the hotness. X_X
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Date: 2011-01-19 12:34 am (UTC)lol totally cant wait for that story you keep teasing about on twitter lol
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Date: 2011-01-19 06:07 pm (UTC)odsflsdfiludoasflkdiudjs.
Stupid sparkly gloves abandoned beside them, Zhou Mi’s flopping forelock of a haircut that one sentence was so vivid to me it just kind of brought the whole thing into bright, gloriously garish technicolour. I could literally see said... blowjob, occuring.
/cold shower time
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Date: 2011-02-22 12:54 am (UTC)