[Fic] QMi smut prompts
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coley_merrinTitle: QMi smut prompts
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Various smutlets with prompt info marked before each one.
A/N: These haven't been edited besides my own eyes trying, so please excuse any mistakes.
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Prompt: Zoo and Panda
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They'd known each other for five years. He'd arrived at the zoo a year after the pair of pandas had, slipping into an already well-functioning veterinary staff for the varied animals the zoo housed. He'd actually felt lucky- he had assumed he might have to leave the area to get a job, and to find a job at a zoo he'd been volunteering at for years before he'd gone to university seemed almost like a fantasy.
The pandas were a special case, as they were in most zoos. The conservation efforts, the difficulties in mating. Certainly all the agonizing time spent together - was the sperm count high enough, would they mate on their own, did they have to intervene, was she pregnant - brought all the staff closer. He remembered Zhou Mi's face when they learned for certain a cub had been born. Zhou Mi, the panda's head caretaker, cooing at the images. A third panda to care for, worry about.
They'd slept together for the first time only a week later when the cub had been doing well and Kyuhyun had gotten him well and truly drunk in celebration, the first time Zhou Mi had left the zoo since the birth. Kyuhyun had been between girlfriends, and Zhou Mi pinged all of his levels of attraction. From the curling vowels, to the long fingers, hell. He'd been with a few men before, and he hadn't been disappointed to find out that Zhou Mi pegged out in the liking-men scale. He hadn't been disappointed by him in bed either.
Sleeping with a co-worker had been a pretty big risk, even with a cheerful one like Zhou Mi. But it'd worked out. Kind of a friends-with-benefits situation. A few years, and they'd repeated it four times or so. Five, if they counted the time he'd sucked Zhou Mi off in his car. Dark, fast, dangerous. He'd come to the taste of Zhou Mi in his mouth for months after.
"Dr. Cho," Zhou Mi said, smiling as he came into the room they used for storage and food prep behind the panda exhibit. "What brings you here?"
"Just wanted to see my favorite patient," Kyuhyun said. The panda cub had thrived, drawing thousands to the zoo to see his cute antics and adorable sleeping habits. They had all taken to calling him their favorite patient, even if Kyuhyun was his official designee. Though that night was a lie. He was there to see his patient's caretaker.
"Come over tonight?" Kyuhyun asked, touching Zhou Mi's wrist.
No surprise what for. They hung out outside of work, sometimes with others, sometimes just them. But most of those times, either of them were dating. Kyuhyun a girlfriend, Zhou Mi a boyfriend. And it was way outside the code to hit on Zhou Mi while either of them dating. Not that he hadn't been occasionally tempted, especially when Zhou Mi was dating and he wasn't. But it had been a few weeks since Zhou Mi had been out with anyone, and for Kyuhyun longer. It seemed like it was time.
And Zhou Mi's trousers were streaked with dirt on one leg, and his hands all knobby and endearing on a clipboard. No reason why not.
Zhou Mi's mouth dropped open as though questioning him, but after a moment he nodded, and agreed.
***
Zhou Mi's mouth was soft, warm and wide, and Kyuhyun's nose smarted from where his shirt had scraped over it. He smelled of stale coffee, bamboo, and sweat, and it was the fucking sexiest combination he'd ever smelled. It probably meant he had issues but when Zhou Mi was waving his undershirt off one arm, and his trousers were sagging down his thighs, he couldn't question his mental stability. Zhou Mi was hot. Hot to the touch, hot to his brain. His torso some ridiculous vee, from broad shoulders to impossible hips.
"Oh. Kyuhyun," Zhou Mi half gasped, half moaned as Kyuhyun worked down Zhou Mi's briefs and made his erection bob.
Their first time, he'd been interesting in getting that cock inside him. And they'd both had their way since. He didn't know how to be sexy about it. How to ask, or prod, or roll around on the bed until it happened.
Instead he pressed close, mouth near Zhou Mi's ear. Skin to skin, and Zhou Mi steadying him as they breathed.
"On your knees, on the bed," he said, a rasp in his voice he was unused to.
It was up to Zhou Mi to accept or turn him down. But the look in Zhou Mi's eyes was decidedly intrigued.
Zhou Mi, ready for him, on the bed and slick. Poised. Waiting. Head half turned as though urging Kyuhyun on. Trust, that was. That Kyuhyun would prepare them both, condom, lube. To listen to Zhou Mi as their bodies merged and he wondered, staring at the ugly print above Zhou Mi's bed, why they didn't do this every night. Every night sliding into Zhou Mi, tight, with musical moans and hips perfect for gripping. Zhou Mi who rocked back into him, neck arched and hair waving.
Kyuhyun, lost in a rhythm, his hand wandering Zhou Mi's back. The bunched shoulders, straight spine. Scar from some accident in an exhibit that Kyuhyun wanted to kiss. It marred the perfect skin, and also somehow defined it. He covered it with his hand instead, like it gave him strength. And grunted as Zhou Mi tighten around him.
Foreplay had been getting naked and putting on a condom. The kissing and anticipation as they'd rode up together. His hands on Zhou Mi's skin.
"You want me to touch you?" he asked, as their bodies locked.
Zhou Mi and his incredulous giggle. "Do you think I'll say no?"
"Do you think you'll say please?"
A different type of man might have bristled, refused, or demanded.
Zhou Mi reached back for the hand Kyuhyun had on his hip and squeezed it. "Kyuhyun, please."
For them both.
It was the conundrum of the fuck, stroking Zhou Mi until he was hard, and continuing to lose himself in Zhou Mi's body. Like he was masturbating himself in extension of Zhou Mi's body. All but tasting Zhou Mi's cries as his hand sped twice as fast, alternating quick and slow to keep Zhou Mi on the edge until Kyuhyun was near enough with him.
The staccato moans, a hundred times sexier than any porn star, as Zhou Mi came over his hand.
And his own a minute later as he hissed and luxuriated in his own orgasm.
And the arm around his neck, as Zhou Mi pulled from him, and then pulled him down beside him in a tangle of limbs. Zhou Mi's mouth was still warm, and his fingers lulling against Kyuhyun's side.
He breathed for a few moments, just gathering himself before smirking.
"That was nice."
Zhou Mi hummed in agreement, and turned onto his stomach. Still close, but it was a move away that had Kyuhyun frowning. As though Zhou Mi were protecting himself.
"Have you ever dated men?" Zhou Mi asked.
Kyuhyun felt like they'd talked about this before, some random conversation about their dating successes and failures.
"No. I mean, I've slept with a few, obviously but never dated one. Why?"
Zhou Mi shrugged a shoulder. "Is it something you'd even consider?"
"Dating a guy? I—" Kyuhyun was dense, but he wasn't that dense. Staring at Zhou Mi's profile as Zhou Mi considered the seam of a pillow. Waiting long enough for Zhou Mi to get curious and actually look at him. "I don't know. Maybe, if it was the right guy."
Zhou Mi's laugh was almost a chirrup, and it was more sad than anything. "I wondered. We're good in bed. We get along, have a good time. I'm glad I'm good for messing around with during the slow times, but I don't know how much longer I can just do that. I've tried dating other guys, but I keep… I want to have sex with you more often, but I really want to date you."
Kyuhyun blinked at the statement and the request. Zhou Mi looked closed to squirming, and it was an impasse. They'd known each other for a long time, they worked well together. Dating each other wasn't going to be that much more dangerous than sleeping together. And when Zhou Mi put it that way, yeah. It was something he'd consider. It wasn't some stranger picking him up in a bar, or a girl looking at him with hope of marriage. It was Zhou Mi, who was hot, and sort of self-sacrificingly nice. And if he was honest, he'd wondered. Not everything they had was chemistry.
"Yeah, okay," he said. "Let's go out."
Zhou Mi's eyes went wide as he almost squawked. "That easy?"
He laughed. "Yeah, that easy. I want to have sex more often, too. Buying you dinner once in a while seems like a good trade."
"Kyuhyun!" But Zhou Mi frowned. "You mean, if I'd asked back then…?"
Kyuhyun hesitated. "I don't know if I was ready back then. Sure, I'd messed around, like you said, but… Yeah, those guys weren't you. And they didn't want to date me."
Zhou Mi's whole posture began to relax as he turned toward Kyuhyun again, running his thumb down Kyuhyun's collarbone. "So you trust me."
"And want you. Let's take it slow? I don't want either one of us getting hurt. Think of the pandas."
Zhou Mi grinned and murmured his agreement, before winding around Kyuhyun for another kiss.
He could get used to that.
***
Prompt: airport!sex - zhoumi has to leave for china for a month and kyuhyun has a hard time letting him go
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The bags were checked, and Zhou Mi shuddered as he met Kyuhyun's eyes where he was waiting. Of course Kyuhyun had volunteered to go with him to the airport. The problem was, there was a manager and entourage as well. None of them could exactly say no to Kyuhyun, when it was obvious Kyuhyun had wanted to see Zhou Mi off.
A whole month apart.
And zero privacy to say goodbye for the last few days, between schedules, and packing, and people underfoot. Which had made Kyuhyun insist harder.
"I'm going to take Zhou Mi to get a drink and go to the bathroom," Kyuhyun told their manager. "We have a little time before you have to go through security?"
There was grumbling, there always was. And Zhou Mi had no idea just what Kyuhyun meant until he was dragged toward the food and then to the side.
"Kyuhyun?"
The bathrooms were large, meant for accommodating as many as possible in a bustling airport. And the stalls were removed from the bank of urinals.
For a brief second, Zhou Mi thought that Kyuhyun just really had to go, until Kyuhyun sent him back a wide-eyed grin.
He knew that look.
They were alone, a man walking out as they passed, not that it made much difference.
"I'm going to miss you," Kyuhyun said, backing Zhou Mi into the furthest stall.
"You could've told me out there."
It was half tease, half nerves as the door clicked shut behind them, and all there were then were too-loud breaths and Kyuhyun stepping close.
The things they'd miss. The way Kyuhyun's hair looked after sex, rumpled and fluffy. The way his lips—
"We can't," Zhou Mi said, pulling away from Kyuhyun's kiss. "Your mouth is going to show everything."
For a moment Kyuhyun almost pouted, but they both knew it was true. When they lost themselves in kisses, Kyuhyun had had to wear a face mask more than once because it seemed every kiss showed up on those lips. And his were not much different. He could hardly go back out with his mouth swollen as tempting as it was with Kyuhyun right there.
They didn't have hours to say goodbye. They'd already wasted some of the time they had.
He'd miss just touching Kyuhyun.
With an arm around Kyuhyun's shoulders, he backed Kyuhyun against the farthest wall.
"Open your pants," he whispered against Kyuhyun's ear. "And mine."
No time for finesse. Drier than he'd have liked, but they weren't going for a marathon. All he had was his harsh breathing against Kyuhyun's ear as they stroked each other. It'd been days, no trouble finding desire. He could feel Kyuhyun's every shudder as he moaned under his breath.
No need to say quickly because it would only raise the pressure. All he could do was help Kyuhyun along. The panted breaths, the tongue along his earlobe, sucking, nipping. Things he knew drove Kyuhyun crazy. And it turned him on too. The danger of what they were doing, where they were. Kyuhyun's whimpers muffled against his neck. If there was one thing he knew Kyuhyun would fall from, it was dirty talk. Hard enough in private, he had to keep his voice from cracking.
"When I get back," he breathed, stroking Kyuhyun quickly. "I'm going to tie you to the bed and have you suck me for hours. My cock. I'm going to tease you. And then. Fuck you. Until you beg."
Kyuhyun whimpered and a bang in the outer bathroom had them both jerking, adrenaline coursing.
"Come on, come for me."
"Zhou Mi," Kyuhyun breathed.
And it was an hour of dirty talk compressed into two syllables, moaned on Kyuhyun's voice, as his mind went blank, lost to Kyuhyun's stroking and the wet mouth against his neck, and the knowing that Kyuhyun was coming for him.
He nearly slammed his forehead on the wall as his jerked against Kyuhyun's body, and he came on a strangled moan.
Kyuhyun was placing kisses on his neck, and it read of thanks. He kissed Kyuhyun's cheek and took a step back to see how badly they had messed up their pants.
From into the bathroom and out, it had been ten minutes. Clothes hastily straightened, bodies cleaned. Luckily no influx of bathroom patrons to see one of them slip out, followed by the other.
They'd had one last kiss before Kyuhyun had gone out first.
No words required then. They'd miss each other.
And Zhou Mi was going to have a very relaxing flight.
***
Prompt: QMi in the Pride and Prejudice universe
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"This is a ball in our honor," Zhou Mi reminded him.
"Which means everyone will be far too busy gossiping about us to notice we're gone," Kyuhyun said.
Zhou Mi's mouth was already dark from the kisses in the hallway, before Zhou Mi's sense of place had led them to the closest room with a lock.
"Your family watches you far too closely. What virtue of yours do I have left to steal?"
Zhou Mi made a strangled noise, scandalized. "None they'll ever know you took."
"You gave," Kyuhyun corrected.
"The wedding is—"
"Still too far away."
Zhou Mi could argue until he lacked the breath to do so, if it was something he truly believed in. There were times it seemed that Zhou Mi just bickered back, for the pleasure of doing it. He admitted, he liked the sound of their voices running together, Zhou Mi's indignant exclamations, his laughter flowing. Their first kiss had been after an argument, the bargain sealed of their engagement, when Zhou Mi had leaned into him, a quick press of mouth against mouth.
Smug that he'd shut Kyuhyun up for a moment, as Kyuhyun had been anticipating the next.
So Zhou Mi's family were not quite the type of people he had become accustomed to, but Zhou Mi himself was intelligent, warm. And he was, as he had pointed out more than once, the son of a gentleman, and a gentleman himself. And that had been something that Kyuhyun could not miss.
"Careful with the cravat," Zhou Mi whispered, as Kyuhyun pulled him close. The striped waistcoat was one of his favorite, and Zhou Mi's cravat had been carefully done. It limited what they could do. But Zhou Mi's eyes, dark and fine, beckoned him.
There was no succession to secure, no virtue to protect, but there was propriety. It was the desire when Zhou Mi smiled at him that had him eager, and unwilling to wait for a few more stolen kisses and trysts in the middle of the night. He wanted Zhou Mi beside him, without interruption.
His own trousers were darker and he urged Zhou Mi into the settee. They'd have only so much time, and the adrenaline, the kisses, had caused a rise in Zhou Mi. They'd done it for each other, an intimate kiss. And Zhou Mi's sighs, Zhou Mi's urges when he'd drawn down the flap of his trousers, they were urgency. And he had waited long enough that he knew that it would take little more than the taste of Zhou Mi's pleasure to quicken his own.
He knew Zhou Mi and his anxious gaze would be focused on the door, on any sounds. Rocking into his own rubbing hand, he nearly groaned in relief as Zhou Mi gasped. And it seemed only moments later when Zhou Mi was petting his cheek.
"I need to get back," Zhou Mi told him.
"Yes, your mother."
But he watched in interest as Zhou Mi fixed his clothes. Zhou Mi's face was serene, even if his color was a bit high. If he had his options, Zhou Mi would stay that way always.
With a kiss and a wave, Zhou Mi left first. It wouldn't do for them to go back together. He would wait and have an excuse prepared, which was about as long as it took to prepare himself again for guests.
He pictured Zhou Mi's last smile and drew a long, satisfied breath. He was going to marry that man.
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Prompt: they have been dating a couple of months and now kyuhyun feels that he is ready to go to the next level with zhoumi
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He didn't have a plan. There was no timing, no deadlines, no expectations. It had begun like almost any other relationship, dancing around interest until one of them - Zhou Mi - had hinted at wanted a date. Kind of gently, almost underhanded in a way that allowed Kyuhyun to make a joke of it or back out if he hadn't been interested, and without trodding over Zhou Mi's feelings. But that hadn't been the case. He'd been trying to figure out what Zhou Mi's reaction would be to being asked out, if it was worth the possible rejection. So it had pleased them on both fronts when Kyuhyun had accepted.
And it hadn't taken more than a few dates, and nearly choking to death laughing in Zhou Mi's apartment, to know they were good for each other.
Zhou Mi was tactile, eager for a hand to hold, an arm over his shoulders. The cuddles, the kisses, the endless physical expressions of Zhou Mi's interest in him and being near him. It helped that Zhou Mi was cute about it sometimes, asking for a hug with his lips poked out. It was kind of hard to resist, though he certainly never said so.
And the one memorable time when Zhou Mi had poured himself into Kyuhyun's lap as a joke, and they had ended up like that for the next half hour. He'd discovered he very much liked Zhou Mi on him, above him.
Also that Zhou Mi squealed the squeal of the adorable when Kyuhyun had accidentally tickled his side when getting his hand under Zhou Mi's shirt. But the look in Zhou Mi's eyes moments later had told him it had been worth it, as Kyuhyun stroked the skin of Zhou Mi's back. It was a start. If Zhou Mi didn't know he was wanted then, then he needed a bigger clue. And yet still, it had to be right.
And it was, the night they were on Zhou Mi's pallet on the floor, watching his TV. How a nuzzle to his cheek became a kiss, and a kiss became two, three. Moans and harsh breaths, hands over skin and shudders. No time for apprehension, when Zhou Mi kissed him. His belt was fumbled open with Zhou Mi's mouth on his neck. And he came to the stroking of Zhou Mi's hand, just minutes before Zhou Mi came because of his. It was a step. A step they'd both very much enjoyed. Not hard to know that as Zhou Mi had smiled into his kisses after.
It wasn't like it was all he thought about. They did a lot of fun things together that had nothing to do with sex. It was just that when he thought about it, there were a lot of fun things they could do together that did have to do with it. Adding, not taking away.
Adding. That extra current in their kisses, the flicker of Zhou Mi's tongue, the way his hand landed at Kyuhyun's waist. The adoration in Zhou Mi's eyes wen they met, was another thing. He was blind and mostly clueless when it came to relationship cues, but Zhou Mi wasn't very subtle. He didn't try to hide it, and even if he had, it was written all over his face.
He could say he didn't plan it, but he did. He had condoms, and lube, both bought at different locations far away from where he lived. He might have worn a disguise because, while not the first time the items had been acquired, it felt like some kind of spy mission. Get into Zhou Mi's pants and get Zhou Mi out of his pants and then stay there. He couldn't have been more ready. Okay, he could've. He could've gotten naked and splayed himself out on the bed and waited for Zhou Mi to come in his open door with a "sex offered here" sign, but he hadn't quite made it there. What he did do was plan their date, a nice dinner in nice clothes - and the thought of rubbing against Zhou Mi in his slacks had made him squirm.
But it was an early date, plenty of time to invite Zhou Mi back to his apartment. Playing with Zhou Mi's fingers in the back of the taxi, rubbing the pad of his thumb around Zhou Mi's palm. Sensitive hands, long fingers. Soon to be all over him, he hoped.
But when he got in the door his plan disintegrated. He had planned to invite Zhou Mi to sit with him, to seduce him in front of the TV and lead him to bed. That seemed normal, gradual, not like Kyuhyun had brought him there for it. But standing there in their socks, Zhou Mi's aftershave in his nose from how close they were, he went blank. Here was the man he liked, more than liked. Wanted. Needed. Okay, maybe lov—
"Kyuhyun?" Zhou Mi prompted, voice a bit gentle as Kyuhyun gaped at him.
"Please," Kyuhyun said, and had no idea what he was asking. "Zhou Mi."
It turned out getting his point across wasn't that hard after all. Hard was the wrong word. Wrenching his eyes from Zhou Mi's open collar, he stepped up, so close he was practically on Zhou Mi's toes, and Zhou Mi caught on from there.
Zhou Mi mouth was warm. It was safe. But he didn't feel safe, he felt out of control, mind leaping steps ahead as he leaned into Zhou Mi's body.
"You looked good tonight," he said, squeezing Zhou Mi's ass through his pants.
"Really?"
Zhou Mi was preening under his hands and it was cuter, hotter, than he could have imagined. Like a parrot pleased with himself, sparkling and cupping Kyuhyun's jaw.
"Yeah, really."
"You looked good, too."
Okay so maybe that did stroke his pride a bit. "And now?"
"You feel better," Zhou Mi told him.
And Zhou Mi's roving hand would know.
"Come with me?" he offered, and Zhou Mi smiled and laced their fingers together.
And they hadn't made it three steps into his bedroom before Zhou Mi drilled a finger from his free hand into Kyuhyun's side. "I'd go anywhere with you, you know that."
And the thing was, he knew Kyuhyun was sensitive. So the yelp and the squirm turned into wrestling, instead of squirming at Zhou Mi's pronouncement. A different kind of squirming that had them out of breath, their shirts half untucked when Zhou Mi declared truce.
"I'm glad anywhere isn't far," Kyuhyun said, panting and undoing buttons down Zhou Mi's chest.
And he kissed Zhou Mi before Zhou I could break out into song and cause another tickle fight.
Zhou Mi's torso was endless, collarbones winging out, stomach a plane to be kissed. He'd known, obviously. They'd been to the sauna, he'd seen Zhou Mi without his shirt. But not where he could touch. Staring nearly had him crawling onto the bed with his shirt on, Zhou Mi's body a siren call. He managed not to strangle himself with his undershirt, squirming on top of the covers with Zhou Mi underneath of him. The dress pants that had seemed so alluring earlier were then just in the way.
"You look too good," he almost croaked, and then damn near shivered as Zhou Mi squeezed his thighs with both hands. "I just have to—"
To feel Zhou Mi's shoulders, kiss his neck, his collarbones. He didn't know what to touch first, where to kiss next. Feeling Zhou Mi almost purr beneath him, until his hips rose in a hint that what Kyuhyun was doing, was very well liked.
And he knew how not to play fair, fingers teasing under Kyuhyun's arm and flipping him on the bed at the jolt to get away.
But as Zhou Mi grinned down at him, big shaggy head blocking the light, he wasn't angry.
Zhou Mi kissed, effortless, urgent and deep. Stroking his body from ribs to thigh. Getting closer with every kiss. Insinuating himself between Kyuhyun's legs like he meant to be there.
And his eyes were on Kyuhyun as they rocked together. It made him swallow hard as Zhou Mi's eyes swept his body. Glancing to his right at his bed table where the condoms were.
"I can hear you thinking," Zhou Mi teased.
"What am I thinking then?"
"How gorgeous I am. What I want. What we're doing."
Kyuhyun could help the smirk. "You got the last two right."
"You keep staring at the side of the bed."
Okay, so he was so unsubtle that Zhou Mi, king of surprising surprises and shock, figured him out. And there wasn't any point in denying it.
"In the drawer."
And Kyuhyun had the singular pleasure of watching Zhou Mi reach, and then watching that full bottom lip slip from between Zhou Mi's teeth as he saw what Kyuhyun had been looking toward.
And that was one thing he loved about Zhou Mi. There was lots of enthusiasm, and there was the humor. And there were the things that Zhou Mi just got about him, and matched without even trying. It was kind of like magic.
"So," Zhou Mi said slowly. "I guess this is where we get out of our pants."
Gladly. They didn't talk about it, no questions. Just kisses and fumbles with zippers, and Zhou Mi nearly dragging him off the bed just pulling at his pants. And the laughter as there was that much more skin to explore, to feel against his. The pretty smirk on Zhou Mi's face when he got the lube open and made Kyuhyun moan. Whispers and soft touches, and questioning looks. Things that were still new, at least together. Things like Zhou Mi's probing fingers that required his mouth on Kyuhyun's just to swallow the embarrassing sounds. Or his own hand sliding across Zhou Mi's hip to keep him hard.
That and Zhou Mi just felt good. There were lots of ulterior motives, there.
Kyuhyun hissed a breath through his teeth, almost to the edge of his patience. "Okay. You, in me. Okay."
"I don't think I can do that."
There was nearly a whine in Zhou Mi's voice, and Kyuhyun wanted to shake him.
"It won't hurt me. It'll fit! Your fingers fit." And then his need for something to replace Zhou Mi's fingers faded far enough for reason to wander by. "Unless…You want to wait?"
"No," Zhou Mi said, laughing mid-pained expression and gripping Kyuhyun's sides with lube-slick hands. "I mean— Give me a minute, or I won't make it in you."
"Oh. Oh!"
He stared down Zhou Mi's body. Very ready. That could be remedied. And they needed a condom anyway. Kyuhyun was a giving soul, and he felt he could take that job without straining himself.
"I don't know if that's helping," Zhou Mi said reproachfully as Kyuhyun stroked two fingers up his erection.
"If you don't make it in me this time, there's always next time," Kyuhyun informed him.
He was planning on a "this time" though. Touch too light to be skimming, carefully rolling the condom down and listening to Zhou Mi's whimpers. Not near enough to use his mouth, or he would've, but instead he chose to grip and hold, while tilting his head for a kiss.
And when Zhou Mi's patience waned, trying to move in Kyuhyun's hand, it was time.
There was no posing, only pulling and arranging. They weren't comfortable enough yet for sexy demonstrations. He wanted Zhou Mi inside him, and getting that accomplished meant getting their bodies close. But he let Zhou Mi control the push, and he wasn't sure which of them made the louder sound as Zhou Mi barely made it in.
Zhou Mi's face told the story without words. Tight. Kyuhyun. Good. It was telegraphed across his delight, his lust-heavy eyes, the sag of his mouth. And Kyuhyun's hips tilted and said more.
"Come on," he half hissed, and felt his body grip Zhou Mi with every slide.
"I knew I would fit," Zhou Mi told him moments later, having proved that, and refuting Kyuhyun's words.
Fit and full, the best possible combination.
"You know what the only thing you have to do now is?" he asked, letting his thighs widen as he fixed a hand in Zhou Mi's hair.
Zhou Mi made that whimpering sound again, the one that sent heat flushing down him. "No, what?"
He was glad his face was hidden as his mind giggled. "Come."
Maybe it only lasted a few minutes, but it was great. Zhou Mi, afraid of spending himself too soon, took up a rhythm of several slow, long strokes, followed by several quick ones. It was an impossible rhythm for him to catch mid-desperation of his own, bucking together, trying to get on the same page. Until right at the end, when Zhou Mi's only thought and goal and purpose was to get as deep, as far, as quick as he possibly could.
The only thing sexier than Zhou Mi's face mid-orgasm had been Zhou Mi's mouth blowing him after. It turned out Zhou Mi's fingers and mouth were an, ahem, winning combination after all.
What he hadn't expected was for it to be hilarious and sexy and messy and awkward. And fun, and good, and promising at that. Because next time—
The shower he started with Zhou Mi touching his back seemed pretty promising as well. A date worth repeating.
***
Prompt: Qmi, Jealousy. Kyuhyun is jealous of Zhou Mi having spent so much time with Calvin and still spending a lot of time with Liu Chao and unleashes his possessive streak. On jealousy: "mainstream psychology considers sexual arousal through jealousy a paraphilia, some have argued that jealousy in manageable dimensions can have a definite positive effect on sexual function and sexual satisfaction, increasing passion between partners and intensity in sex"
***
He knew Zhou Mi. Knew from the little emails with anecdotes and cute grammar fails that Zhou Mi was thinking of him. He also knew that he might as well have been on a different planet and the pit stops of shows and secret little rendezvous weren't enough. The pictures. Giggling with Calvin. Curled up with Liu Chao. On a functional level, that was great. Zhou Mi wasn't alone, sad, in his hotel room. He was having fun, hanging out with people, stressing himself about the script, and getting to do a really exciting project. They were all supportive, obviously, but they all had their little jealousies and insecurities.
All of Zhou Mi's friends didn't bother Kyuhyun, especially when so many of them were girls. The Zhou Mi he knew - in all the ways one could know a man - was immune to the charm of women. Men, and men who obviously adored Zhou Mi to the point of Kyuhyun staring at his screen and wondering if he adored Zhou M blatantly enough, were a different story.
It meant he was extra interested in all the details. Where did you go for lunch? Who with? What did you do? What did you eat? What did you talk about?
And then he had Zhou Mi back in front of him, and there were more stories. Only this time he got to see Zhou Mi's face during delivery. And the little curling jealousy hearing about how fun and nice and amazing Calvin was, and that they were going to hang out when—
"Must be nice having all those hot guys around."
Zhou Mi laughed. Zhou Mi laughed at a lot of things. Zhou Mi laughed until he realized that Kyuhyun wasn't laughing, and then stared at Kyuhyun like he was the world's most peculiar shopping puzzle. It was buy one get one half off but he only needed one, so…?
"You're jealous?"
"Well, I don't—" He tried blustering. "I'm glad you have good times with them, I mean—"
Zhou Mi leaned forward. "You're jealous of both of them? They're my friends!"
"I know."
"I don't get jealous of your friends."
"I know!" But Kyuhyun really couldn't let that go. "But I mean, wouldn't you, if I kept talking them up and made you think that maybe I wanted them more than you?"
Zhou Mi was gaping, mouth working, as Kyuhyun wanted to just fold in on himself and take back all his words. Great, hot guys who spoke Zhou Mi's first language, who got to work on project with him, and then there was Kyuhyun who was the occasional something stuck in another country.
"I mean, I don't actually think you hooked up with them or wanted them more than me," Kyuhyun clarified. Definitely on the first, because they'd kind of promised each other it was just going to be them. The latter was more of a hope. "And I am glad they were there for you. I just…"
"I don't want them more than you," Zhou Mi said softly, standing.
"You can talk to them," Kyuhyun said, voice a little wry.
The laugh again. "I can talk to you. I worked hard and learned so I could talk to you. I missed you. You said you missed me, too. When you weren't gaming."
"Every minute I wasn't. That or sleeping. Or eating," Kyuhyun said, unable to help the grin.
"And you were jealous," Zhou Mi repeated.
"Yeah, well. The thought of losing you to Smiley or Buff Guy didn't really sit too well."
They giggled together at the nicknames Kyuhyun had said.
"I'd be a little jealous if you talked about another man too much to me," Zhou Mi admitted. "I didn't think about that."
Of course. Because Zhou Mi was Zhou Mi, and he wasn't. And Zhou Mi's admirers weren't either for that matter. It wasn't like he was the only one in the world who had figured out that Zhou Mi was worth pinning down.
In a number of ways. That thought had his nose flaring, as Zhou Mi put a hand on his shoulder.
"What can I do to make you feel better?"
"Maybe not tell me quite how awesome they are?" Kyuhyun suggested.
"Okay. And?"
Zhou Mi could tell Kyuhyun how awesome he was, but that seemed too obvious. Some of it he could help. Some of it, he just couldn't. He didn't get to tell Zhou Mi who he could talk to, any more than Zhou Mi got to decide for him. But it was the first time the urge to take Zhou Mi away from a deserted island and circle him like a guard-tiger had appeared quite so strongly. And he didn't really want to hiss at people.
But when Kyuhyun didn't answer immediately, Zhou Mi's fingers traced up his arm. "Let me show you how much I thought of you," Zhou Mi suggested.
Mr. Sunshine suggesting sex. Not like they hadn't leapt on that opportunity hours after the wheels of Zhou Mi's plane came down, but—
Yeah. They could show each other. Again.
"Let's go, then."
It wasn't exactly talking out their issue but he didn't know what else he could say, without putting his foot in it. He peeled his shirt off next to Zhou Mi's bed, comfortable getting naked in the light of day with Zhou Mi watching him.
"I get jealous of how much time you spend with the computer sometimes," Zhou Mi admitted. Not exactly a revelation, since he'd seen Zhou Mi pout about it on more than one occasion. That poked out lower lip usually was motivation to wrap up so he could bite it.
"But at least you know I'm not going to make out with it, or leave you because of it," Kyuhyun commented.
Zhou Mi's stomach sucked in weirdly. "Oh. Kyuhyun. So… I guess that means I don't have to worry about your porn addiction."
He stopped mid-strip, with his underwear around his knees and Zhou Mi practically on top of him. "Hey! You—"
They fell on the bed and tangled like angry cats. Angry, laughing cats. And Zhou Mi, showing all his talents, managed to divest them both of their pants using his feet to push the clothes off the bed.
"I missed having you laugh at me," Zhou Mi told him. And Kyuhyun suspected he missed something else as well, since he was squeezing Kyuhyun's ass kind of distractingly.
"I have lots of that to give," Kyuhyun said, and meant it both ways.
But never laughing to hurt. Never that. He tipped his head to the side and offered his mouth. Zhou Mi eagerly meeting him, lips fitting like they'd never parted to begin with. Zhou Mi had a lot of the hallmarks of a great kisser. Conscientious, had a great mouth. Not that the latter was a guarantee, it was just really, really nice. He pushed for Kyuhyun to meet him, and gave everything when he did. Zhou Mi was nice, but he wasn't always a nice kisser. He got what he wanted, and Kyuhyun rarely disagreed. He liked it. Liked that confidence. It was sexy, it made him want.
And that didn't mean that Kyuhyun was passive. There was too much to take about Zhou Mi's mouth.
And it made him grumble when he was abandoned by it. Zhou Mi rocked back, poking and rearranging Kyuhyun until he could kiss Kyuhyun's knee. Weird, okay. But Zhou Mi, so it was understandable. But Zhou Mi wasn't done.
"I missed these," Zhou Mi said, and began to kiss a line down the inside of Kyuhyun's thigh.
That Kyuhyun could believe. Zhou Mi had come between them more than a couple of times, something Kyuhyun hadn't expected to enjoy. Zhou Mi, he'd decided the first time with his legs sticky and body satisfied, was magic.
And he thought he was great, really. Until Zhou Mi nipped at the tendon inside his leg, and his body somersaulted inside, and the unbidden image of Zhou Mi and Calvin—
He shuddered, grasping the sheets, and Zhou Mi looked up at him with concern stark on his face.
"Sorry," Kyuhyun rattled out. "Sorry. I just—"
"What happened?" Zhou Mi was getting closer and he winced, screwing his eyes shut so he could focus on getting himself together. "Kyuhyun?"
Tenacity, a strong point of Zhou Mi's character usually.
"I just… Imagining you with some guy like this."
The sound Zhou Mi made - Kyuhyun's eyes were still closed - seemed between pain and exasperation. And it was only moments later that a forehead was pressed to his chest. He could tell from the angle of Zhou Mi's breath, and then moments later, the full side of Zhou Mi's head was there. Like Zhou Mi was communing with Kyuhyun's heart. The hand he slid into Zhou Mi's hair was kind of reluctant, and Zhou Mi's head rose at the touch. And then Kyuhyun did look, his hand on Zhou Mi's shoulders, and Zhou Mi's eyes steady on him.
"I love you. You know that. There hasn't been anyone since you. I haven't brought anyone else between us. So you shouldn't now either."
Zhou Mi's voice was still so light, if rough, but honest. And that was, if anything, more disturbing than the unwanted mental image had been. That was far from what he wanted. The last thing he wanted was to make Zhou Mi think of anyone else when they were together.
"Okay," Kyuhyun said. "I won't. The lube?"
And he was pretty sure of himself on that front, when Zhou Mi swooped in to kiss him.
"I got it," Zhou Mi promised, and smiled. The full-on Zhou Mi smile that had his toes curling.
"Stop trying to seduce me," he muttered. "I'm already naked."
Zhou Mi did a smug little hip waggle that had Kyuhyun's head slamming back. "I'll never stop trying. I thought about you every night and missed you and this."
Kyuhyun cleared his throat, blowing out a breath as Zhou Mi teased him with his fingers. They weren't going to need much waiting. Once his heart got out of his stomach, he was racing back to ready. And that meant he couldn't help himself, thinking of Zhou Mi alone and thinking of him.
"You jerked off and thought of me?"
"Maybe a few times," and when Kyuhyun bit his shoulder, Zhou Mi laughed. "Okay, okay! Most of the time! Especially with the pictures you sent me."
Mostly he'd been shirtless, or sitting in his underwear, or wet right out of the shower. Nothing naked. He didn't dare, but what there had been apparently was enough. "And the rest of the time?!"
"I'm allowed my celebrity crushes," Zhou Mi said primly, and proceeded to stroke Kyuhyun's cock until the words started to blur together before they even got to his mouth.
"No, wait," he said, not trying to stop Zhou Mi but trying to get his brain back on. "Now you have to tell me who."
"Not who you're thinking, " Zhou Mi said, almost sing-songing as he nuzzled Kyuhyun's cheek. And then he sobered slightly. "Really not who you're thinking."
"I know that." Or he was pretty sure he did. He probably would have exploded if Zhou Mi had said he thought about making out with Calvin, since that was the next thing to actually doing it if Calvin ever offered. Someone Zhou Mi was entirely unlikely to touch was way better. "Zhou Mi."
He was going to get it out of Zhou Mi, he knew that. But Zhou Mi's timing was impeccable lifting Kyuhyun's hips and looking for acceptance.
There had been that moment at one point in his life when he'd thought "A guy's what goes where? How does that feel good?"
That hadn't stayed. His own curiosity, actually experiencing it. Though he'd always though he'd liked being the one on top more before Zhou Mi had shown him that every inch was worth it. That had not been a competition he had yet regretted losing.
"Only you," Zhou Mi whispered.
He grunted as Zhou Mi rocked, knowing Zhou Mi expected some kind of response to his assurance.
"Yeah," Kyuhyun said. "I don't have anything big enough to replace you."
"Never will," Zhou Mi panted against his cheek.
"Show me."
He loved wringing moans out of Zhou Mi. The musical ones that rose, the ones that made Zhou Mi shudder. From his nails along Zhou Mi's skin, or his lips against Zhou Mi's neck and squeezing tight as Zhou Mi tried to pull away. But for every moan he got, he gave, Zhou Mi not stopping except for momentary readjustments. Bumping their mouths together, bodies in a heaving pile of limbs and torso. And as Zhou Mi stroked him, and his breath was going, his face in Zhou Mi's sweaty neck and brain numb, he chanted, "I love you. Just you. Nng, Zhou Mi."
That last was a plea for faster, or more. Or slow down, because he couldn't take it, he didn't know. But right at "love" Zhou Mi had gasped, and at his name, again. Not in surprise,in preparation. Oxygen that couldn't keep up with the rate his body was running. Zhou Mi's keens and harsh breaths, skin rubbing against skin, Zhou Mi's hand engulfing his neglected cock, and his body surging to Zhou Mi's command.
Only them. Zhou Mi would remember. And tell him the secret celebrity crushes so he could be needled. And they'd discuss potential celebrity threesomes which would end in naked time.
Mostly he needed Zhou Mi never go to away for that long again. Not just because he needed sex, or petting, or Zhou Mi trying to out-watt the sun. He needed that, too. But everything else about being apart sucked.
"Okay, okay, okay," he babbled to the room at large, Zhou Mi's head nearly taking off his nose and that didn't keep his eyes from nearly crossing at all. Not even when Zhou Mi's enthusiasm shoved him nearly half a foot up the bed, and the subsequent scooting, and Zhou Mi's tongue against his caused his brain to burble. And when Zhou Mi moaned into his mouth, and the world took a dizzy turn and sped up, like a tape on fast forward. Zhou Mi's hips came down, and his hand went up, and Kyuhyun came. All he knew was Zhou Mi's hand. Not the skin he touched, or the cloth, or the way Zhou Mi kissed his chin.
And until Zhou Mi's hips went pure, frantic pleasure. And he had the present of mind to laugh as Zhou Mi moaned. The only thing on Zhou Mi's mind then, Kyuhyun. He knew because Zhou Mi's mouth was putting his name out in odd shapes and weird vowels. Endearing and filled with satisfaction, like the slump of Zhou Mi's broad shoulders were against his palms.
So yeah, jealousy sucked.
But the sex was great.
***
Prompt: Zhou Mi responding to the show where Kyuhyun's testosterone is measured. Top!Kyu
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Had they not already been having sex at the time the show was broadcast, Zhou Mi might have started considering it. Seeing Kyuhyun's surprised face to the amount of testosterone he possessed, had Zhou Mi laughing. It took a few moments, though, for him to start wondering. What that meant, how that impacted him.
Kyuhyun was, had always been, easy to turn on. Between the two of them, they had enough need to run enough generators to power a small city. But the times that Kyuhyun was rampant really made sense. He'd never been with anyone quite as needy, quite as ready. Where he could suck Kyuhyun off, and then find himself pinned to the bed with Kyuhyun sucking at his neck not long after. Not that he complained. Though there were times when Kyuhyun was ready before Zhou Mi's body could even think of such things.
He had long been glad of the fact that he really, really enjoyed blowing Kyuhyun. Otherwise Kyuhyun would have gone without part of the time.
When Kyuhyun came over not long after the show had aired, it wasn't like he could just drag him into his room. Everyone liked to visit, and play around, but all Zhou Mi could thing about was the show. Wondering if Kyuhyun seemed a bit more cocky with his smirks, his laugh. Like he knew. Maybe he was imagining things. Maybe not.
He tried not to let that wondering show when Kyuhyun looked at him. He'd failed at least once, when Kyuhyun's eyebrows dipped, eyes raking from Zhou Mi's knees back up. They both knew that unless Kyuhyun was called away, they'd end up in bed. But it was usually Kyuhyun pushing them there, not Zhou Mi eyeing him in hunger. He usually could contain himself, even if it'd been a while.
"Soon please," he whispered, bending slightly to squeeze Kyuhyun's shoulder as he passed.
And it wasn't fifteen minutes before Kyuhyun was letting himself into Zhou Mi's room, locking the door behind him.
"You up for company?" Kyuhyun asked.
Up. In a number of ways. He watched as Kyuhyun toed off his socks and got closer.
"How was the filming?"
"Fine. Tiring. You know we got poked, right?"
"Yeah," Zhou Mi said. And it was almost a sigh, that had Kyuhyun frowning at him in concentration.
"You saw it, didn't you?"
"Of course." Part of it was loyalty, part because the shows Kyuhyun was on tended to be fun. He couldn't say he'd ever had quite that reaction before, though. "You had the most testosterone."
"Big words, nice. Yeah. That's why you're all hyped up? Over something inside me you can't even see?"
"I've seen it," Zhou Mi laughed, making room for Kyuhyun on the bed. He was under the covers but that didn't mean he had anything on. And he was waiting for Kyuhyun to discover that. "I've felt it, too. Now I just understand why."
"I'm not some kind of walking testosterone monster," Kyuhyun retorted.
But it was purely good timing that had Kyuhyun throwing back the sheet at that moment, to discover Zhou Mi hard and ready. His mouth sagging open, breathing changing.
Zhou Mi pulled out a knee, making space, issuing the invitation. And watching Kyuhyun's hand squeeze at his own thigh, near where his underwear was looking rather tight.
"Yeah?" Zhou Mi said, lips quirking. And then thrilled, when Kyuhyun wriggled free of the cloth entirely.
"You want me to show you how much of a man I am?" Kyuhyun asked, crawling onto the bed.
Zhou Mi licked his lips, placing a condom packet very delicately over his belly button. Not that he was prepared or anything. It was a point of pride for Kyuhyun, that was obvious. Even if he didn't know what all it meant, how it affected them. One area he could be sure, and that was Kyuhyun's hunger. Watching as Kyuhyun stroked himself, popping the cap off the lube with the expression of satisfaction. Maybe he'd had to wait, but Kyuhyun was there.
He reached down, intending to give Kyuhyun a hand, and was denied with a swat.
"I don't want to come before I get in you, since you want it so much," Kyuhyun said, rather lewdly rocking his hips forward to emphasize his point.
If he couldn't touch, then he could ready himself. And it took little more than spreading the cool lube around. Kyuhyun knew what to do, how. There wasn't anything he could do that Zhou Mi wasn't ready for.
And with erection sheathed, Kyuhyun didn't ask. Merely looking up, watching as Zhou Mi's hand retreated, and rubbing himself against Zhou Mi's body.
He could have teased Kyuhyun, suggested that the blood test had lied, that really it meant nothing.
But he was too busy bracing himself as Kyuhyun pushed in. Moving his body from shock to acceptance, to something else. Head thrown back as Kyuhyun first forged his path, then worked him deep. He gasped for air, as though Kyuhyun had beaten his lungs, as he clutched the sheets and stared at Kyuhyun's determined face.
"You didn't doubt it, did you?"
"What?"
"That I could take you any time. I didn't need a test to show you."
It had been a week since they'd been together, so he knew Kyuhyun was not meant to last. It was a statement, the rolling of hips.
Kyuhyun's arm slid under Zhou Mi's thigh and lifted one, changing every angle and Zhou Mi's balance with it.
"No, you didn't need a test," he gasped. "Kyuhyun. Just like that. Please. Come here."
It didn't matter how much Kyuhyun needed. And it mattered very much, as he gripped the back of Kyuhyun's neck and pulled him down. For just one moment he wanted that connection. More than a proven point, it was what they were together. A grin already gracing Kyuhyun's face as their lips met.
They'd take it slower the second time, and he could see the promise in Kyuhyun's eyes.
"Testosterone or not, I can't," Kyuhyun hissed.
He pressed another kiss to Kyuhyun's mouth and before he let him go said, "Then take me."
Permission. Plea. He wasn't going to come before Kyuhyun, didn't even try. But he did enjoy as Kyuhyun gripped his leg again, settling into a rhythm at first steady, and then working himself only for pleasure.
"You're all the man I need," Zhou Mi told him. A little corny at its face, but not combined with the nail marks he left down Kyuhyun's braced arm. It was all the stimulation, all the distraction Kyuhyun needed, hips stuttering, as he came and moved them both. Kyuhyun's face as he moaned, unselfconscious, holding to, and inside Zhou Mi's body. His Kyuhyun. His groin gave an interested twitch, even as Kyuhyun let go of his leg, leaning in. And Kyuhyun smiled at him with an almost-drunken looking face.
"Give me a few minutes," Kyuhyun promised. "I'll be ready again."
Zhou Mi smiled and stroked his back. He was counting on it.
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Prompt: QMi superheroes or with extraordinary powers.
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Zhou Mi was sound. He could rip apart walls with sound waves, cause people to shudder with high pitched screeches, from his throat, his skin. He was part of a team, highly specialized and picked for their powers. It had not been what he had anticipated doing with his life when he had been young. He'd wanted to act, to do, entertain. He loved to sing, to learn.
And he'd nearly collapsed his own house at the age of ten. Cracks running up walls, when he'd gotten angry at his mother over some infraction he couldn't even remember.
They'd kept him, though. A lot of kids like him, their parents found ways of getting rid of them. Not always ways that kept the kids alive. But he'd learned to control himself, even when he was angry.
He was a human vibrator, as Kyuhyun liked to put it. It wasn't entirely untrue. Kyuhyun had been part of the team when Zhou Mi had joined. Dark eyed, sulky mouthed, he had more humor in him than half the team combined. Quite possibly the softest heart. They'd been on only two missions together, when he'd seen Kyuhyun rescuing children from a damaged school.
Kyuhyun's power was flight. And he'd flown through tears that day.
But there was friction, when Kyuhyun wanted things to go his way, when his idea he thought was the best. And their leader didn't take very kindly to Kyuhyun's musings. For all Kyuhyun was smart, his ideas were sometimes risky.
Though there were times, when things were falling apart around them, when Kyuhyun's ideas were the only thing that saved them.
Kyuhyun invaded Zhou Mi's room with regularity, claiming it calmed him with its little water fountain. The truth was, he liked Zhou Mi's bed better. Best when Zhou Mi was in it.
It had been a terrible idea to start up a relationship with a teammate, but much like finding out he had an unwanted power, it had been just as irreversible.
Kyuhyun scowled, and flopped himself over Zhou Mi's bed. "When he gets angry, he says I need to learn to submit. That maybe you need to give me a hand."
"I say you'd need to want to." Kyuhyun frowned at him, and Zhou Mi just shrugged. "You've always had a knack for defying authority without it getting you in much trouble. But everyone still knows. But letting someone else take control is different."
"Wait, so you're okay with giving up control in bed?"
"It depends on the person I'm with. If I trust them. If I know they can control their power."
Kyuhyun cocked his head. "They? How many of us have you slept with?"
"Of the people you know? Only you, and none since you. But the world is bigger than just this place."
None others, since their first desperate kiss in the group showers. He could see the relief in Kyuhyun's eyes, even if he tried to hide it. They had been together almost a year, but Kyuhyun still occasionally suffered from what Zhou Mi could only call doubt. It troubled him, troubled both of them. He needed Kyuhyun to believe in him, and he'd done nothing to warrant suspicion.
"Why do you bring it up?" Zhou Mi asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking Kyuhyun's ankle.
"It just made me think. When we're in bed, we share stuff. I do what you want, because I know you like it. You do what I want, too. We're selfish but we still give a little. I want to know what it's like if you take control."
"You think that's going to make you a better teammate?" And the question was cautious. Zhou Mi didn't want to say no, but he needed to know where the request was coming from.
"No, I think I'm not changing there. And the sex is good anyway, but it just made me think about trying it. If we don't like it, we don't like it. I trust you."
Kyuhyun folded in the last sentence like it was nothing, but it was like a blow to his diaphragm. He might possibly have squeaked, listing to the side and trying to gather himself.
"Unless you don't want it."
Zhou Mi held up a hand. "I'll give you anything. At least once. But we do it my way. You tell me to stop, we stop. You tell me what to do, we stop. Okay?"
Kyuhyun trusted him. They were words. But they meant something. He knew Kyuhyun loved him. Kyuhyun told him with some regularity, and he could tell by the way Kyuhyun treated him, touched him.
But Kyuhyun nodded. "Okay. So what do I do?"
Zhou Mi was already one step ahead. His only thought was instinct, as he took a spare cushion from his closet, and put it at the edge of the bed.
"Kneel," Zhou Mi said. "Take off your shirt, but push down your pants. Get hard. I'll get ready."
Watching Kyuhyun slide off the bed, had him cupping the front of his uniform pants. Getting hard for him, wasn't going to be an issue. Kyuhyun's shirt was discarded, tossed to the side, and his belt buckle jangled as he undid it. Zhou Mi could see the scars left from Kyuhyun's childhood when he'd tested his flight, flown too far - and nearly broken himself. The heavy breathing he heard had him turning from his dresser where he kept the spare lube.
"Hey, don't come before we start," Zhou Mi complained.
His shirt joined Kyuhyun's, his knees falling on either side of Kyuhyun's legs. And he was mostly hard as he opened his own pants, staring at Kyuhyun's ass and knowing what it felt like to the touch, or to be inside of it.
"Hands on the bed," Zhou Mi told him.
And because he needed the connection, he draped himself against Kyuhyun, his chest to Kyuhyun's back, arms along Kyuhyun's. He pressed kisses to Kyuhyun's neck, inhaling the scent of his skin, his hair. It centered him, grounded him. His friend, his lover. His boyfriend, even if Kyuhyun got a bit shifty and shy when the term got mentioned. They'd had sex just like that before, but it was different. He held the balance of power, until Kyuhyun demanded it back. And he wasn't going to abuse that.
"Don't move your hands. Don't tell me what to do," Zhou Mi reminded him. "But if you want to stop—"
"We'll stop. Got it," Kyuhyun said.
As long as they were clear. Kyuhyun tilted his head to the side, briefly trapping Zhou Mi's head against his shoulder. And it was as good as a hug. Reassurance. Kyuhyun wanted it. Wanted him. Not so much what they were doing, but that they were doing it together. That was his thought, anyway. And what he hoped Kyuhyun thought as well.
He rocked against Kyuhyun's body, sucking a mark into his shoulder with lips and teeth. Not the largest, not the smallest, but Kyuhyun would feel it.
He knew where Kyuhyun was sensitive, the skin on the underside of his arms, the sides of his ribcage, the slope of his belly. He kept pressing kisses to Kyuhyun's skin as he touched. Feeling Kyuhyun shiver, goosebumps raise. Stroking the sides of his hips, curling fingers around his hipbones.
And as he watched Kyuhyun's hands grip the blanket, he felt for the frequency of his fingers, letting the hum of his power rise. The barest vibration of two fingers up the length of Kyuhyun's erection.
"Oh. Zhou Mi."
It made him smile, almost as much as the cool of the lube, and the warmth of Kyuhyun's body did. He loved it when Kyuhyun said his name. Loved his reaction to any intrusion, fingers or otherwise. The way his neck bent, the inhale, the arching of his back. They already knew the ways they fit. Except maybe when he straddled Kyuhyun's hips and Kyuhyun laughed because he had too much leg. Kyuhyun inside him, Kyuhyun under him. Kyuhyun at his mercy. They were adding that. Kyuhyun was tied by nothing but his own mind, and Zhou Mi knew it as he gripped Kyuhyun's hips, and seated himself. It was giving, tight and warm, and Kyuhyun was in no pain.
That was the extent that he knew. The sigh Kyuhyun sighed was relief. Because he expected relief. He was partly correct. At least, as long as Zhou Mi could hold out.
He moved against Kyuhyun, an experiment in sensation, ringing his hand to give something for Kyuhyun to rub against. He wanted Kyuhyun hard, wanted him to beg. Wanted him to feel as he'd asked to be shown - the lack of control. It was in Zhou Mi's hands, almost quite literally, when he would come.
It was something they could explore. Not diving in headfirst, but testing.
But it thrilled him to be able to tease. To feel Kyuhyun's body bracing against his movements, to speed until he was panting, only to slow down when it got too much. With his hand still around Kyuhyun, he let the humming start again. Slow, steady strokes. The vibrations of his fingers.
Kyuhyun's breathing had gotten labored again, deep sucking breaths, glimpses of a parted mouth.
"Faster. Go faster, Zhou Mi," Kyuhyun said, bumping his hips back.
For a moment, Zhou Mi almost thought of complying. He wanted it, knew Kyuhyun wanted it. There was no reason not to.
Until he remembered his rule. No demands. Zhou Mi was in control.
So he slowed further, lightening his touch.
"No! I said faster."
It was almost physically painful to slow again, the slow friction. Every centimeter of skin passing. Kyuhyun's sound of denial was immediate too, trying to thrust into Zhou Mi's hand.
"No. What do I have to do?"
"Ask," Zhou Mi said, and almost shuddered as Kyuhyun moaned.
"Like what? Like… Please jerk me off faster?"
Zhou Mi's hand sped up.
And his hips continued the torturous slide.
"Please fuck me faster. Fuck. Please."
Kyuhyun caught on quickly. The embarrassment of pleading buried beneath the need for more, quicker. He was hard, and his lust was high, and he wanted to come, and at Zhou Mi's mercy.
If Kyuhyun only knew how badly Zhou Mi wanted to come right then, he might not have been pleading. It was more painful for him, he thought, than it ever could be for Kyuhyun.
His fist slid down, every time his hips came up, as though he were driving Kyuhyun's body into someone else's.
And he truly couldn't do it any more. His whole body vibrating, both with power and with need, and Kyuhyun cried out, the sound loud in the small room, and the tone of it shooting straight down his body.
"Please, Zhou Mi. Please, oh. Fuck. Please don't stop. Please. Fuck, Zhou Mi. Please, make me come?"
He almost whined the answer, trying to keep himself from breaking apart. "Yes."
Kyuhyun's whine was low, body shaking, as he came over Zhou Mi's fist. He could smell it, Kyuhyun, desperation, giving in. He'd caused that, as he'd caused it hundreds of other times. And Kyuhyun moaned his name.
And knowing Kyuhyun was trembling for him, sent him past the edge. The high seemed to go forever, until it stuttered, fell, and left him gasping. He moved, loving the feel of Kyuhyun's body, until he couldn't any more. Settling instead for holding Kyuhyun's sides, and leaning against his back. That was his favorite place.
"Holy shit," Kyuhyun gasped, cheek on the bed.
"Yeah," Zhou Mi said, and let his forehead stick, wet, on Kyuhyun's shoulder.
"Am I going to be able to walk tomorrow?"
"Are we going to be able to stand up?" Zhou Mi countered.
He could hear Kyuhyun smacking his lips and reluctantly looked up. "So, can I try next time?"
A shiver went down his spine, and Zhou Mi lowered his head with a laugh.
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Various smutlets with prompt info marked before each one.
A/N: These haven't been edited besides my own eyes trying, so please excuse any mistakes.
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Prompt: Zoo and Panda
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They'd known each other for five years. He'd arrived at the zoo a year after the pair of pandas had, slipping into an already well-functioning veterinary staff for the varied animals the zoo housed. He'd actually felt lucky- he had assumed he might have to leave the area to get a job, and to find a job at a zoo he'd been volunteering at for years before he'd gone to university seemed almost like a fantasy.
The pandas were a special case, as they were in most zoos. The conservation efforts, the difficulties in mating. Certainly all the agonizing time spent together - was the sperm count high enough, would they mate on their own, did they have to intervene, was she pregnant - brought all the staff closer. He remembered Zhou Mi's face when they learned for certain a cub had been born. Zhou Mi, the panda's head caretaker, cooing at the images. A third panda to care for, worry about.
They'd slept together for the first time only a week later when the cub had been doing well and Kyuhyun had gotten him well and truly drunk in celebration, the first time Zhou Mi had left the zoo since the birth. Kyuhyun had been between girlfriends, and Zhou Mi pinged all of his levels of attraction. From the curling vowels, to the long fingers, hell. He'd been with a few men before, and he hadn't been disappointed to find out that Zhou Mi pegged out in the liking-men scale. He hadn't been disappointed by him in bed either.
Sleeping with a co-worker had been a pretty big risk, even with a cheerful one like Zhou Mi. But it'd worked out. Kind of a friends-with-benefits situation. A few years, and they'd repeated it four times or so. Five, if they counted the time he'd sucked Zhou Mi off in his car. Dark, fast, dangerous. He'd come to the taste of Zhou Mi in his mouth for months after.
"Dr. Cho," Zhou Mi said, smiling as he came into the room they used for storage and food prep behind the panda exhibit. "What brings you here?"
"Just wanted to see my favorite patient," Kyuhyun said. The panda cub had thrived, drawing thousands to the zoo to see his cute antics and adorable sleeping habits. They had all taken to calling him their favorite patient, even if Kyuhyun was his official designee. Though that night was a lie. He was there to see his patient's caretaker.
"Come over tonight?" Kyuhyun asked, touching Zhou Mi's wrist.
No surprise what for. They hung out outside of work, sometimes with others, sometimes just them. But most of those times, either of them were dating. Kyuhyun a girlfriend, Zhou Mi a boyfriend. And it was way outside the code to hit on Zhou Mi while either of them dating. Not that he hadn't been occasionally tempted, especially when Zhou Mi was dating and he wasn't. But it had been a few weeks since Zhou Mi had been out with anyone, and for Kyuhyun longer. It seemed like it was time.
And Zhou Mi's trousers were streaked with dirt on one leg, and his hands all knobby and endearing on a clipboard. No reason why not.
Zhou Mi's mouth dropped open as though questioning him, but after a moment he nodded, and agreed.
***
Zhou Mi's mouth was soft, warm and wide, and Kyuhyun's nose smarted from where his shirt had scraped over it. He smelled of stale coffee, bamboo, and sweat, and it was the fucking sexiest combination he'd ever smelled. It probably meant he had issues but when Zhou Mi was waving his undershirt off one arm, and his trousers were sagging down his thighs, he couldn't question his mental stability. Zhou Mi was hot. Hot to the touch, hot to his brain. His torso some ridiculous vee, from broad shoulders to impossible hips.
"Oh. Kyuhyun," Zhou Mi half gasped, half moaned as Kyuhyun worked down Zhou Mi's briefs and made his erection bob.
Their first time, he'd been interesting in getting that cock inside him. And they'd both had their way since. He didn't know how to be sexy about it. How to ask, or prod, or roll around on the bed until it happened.
Instead he pressed close, mouth near Zhou Mi's ear. Skin to skin, and Zhou Mi steadying him as they breathed.
"On your knees, on the bed," he said, a rasp in his voice he was unused to.
It was up to Zhou Mi to accept or turn him down. But the look in Zhou Mi's eyes was decidedly intrigued.
Zhou Mi, ready for him, on the bed and slick. Poised. Waiting. Head half turned as though urging Kyuhyun on. Trust, that was. That Kyuhyun would prepare them both, condom, lube. To listen to Zhou Mi as their bodies merged and he wondered, staring at the ugly print above Zhou Mi's bed, why they didn't do this every night. Every night sliding into Zhou Mi, tight, with musical moans and hips perfect for gripping. Zhou Mi who rocked back into him, neck arched and hair waving.
Kyuhyun, lost in a rhythm, his hand wandering Zhou Mi's back. The bunched shoulders, straight spine. Scar from some accident in an exhibit that Kyuhyun wanted to kiss. It marred the perfect skin, and also somehow defined it. He covered it with his hand instead, like it gave him strength. And grunted as Zhou Mi tighten around him.
Foreplay had been getting naked and putting on a condom. The kissing and anticipation as they'd rode up together. His hands on Zhou Mi's skin.
"You want me to touch you?" he asked, as their bodies locked.
Zhou Mi and his incredulous giggle. "Do you think I'll say no?"
"Do you think you'll say please?"
A different type of man might have bristled, refused, or demanded.
Zhou Mi reached back for the hand Kyuhyun had on his hip and squeezed it. "Kyuhyun, please."
For them both.
It was the conundrum of the fuck, stroking Zhou Mi until he was hard, and continuing to lose himself in Zhou Mi's body. Like he was masturbating himself in extension of Zhou Mi's body. All but tasting Zhou Mi's cries as his hand sped twice as fast, alternating quick and slow to keep Zhou Mi on the edge until Kyuhyun was near enough with him.
The staccato moans, a hundred times sexier than any porn star, as Zhou Mi came over his hand.
And his own a minute later as he hissed and luxuriated in his own orgasm.
And the arm around his neck, as Zhou Mi pulled from him, and then pulled him down beside him in a tangle of limbs. Zhou Mi's mouth was still warm, and his fingers lulling against Kyuhyun's side.
He breathed for a few moments, just gathering himself before smirking.
"That was nice."
Zhou Mi hummed in agreement, and turned onto his stomach. Still close, but it was a move away that had Kyuhyun frowning. As though Zhou Mi were protecting himself.
"Have you ever dated men?" Zhou Mi asked.
Kyuhyun felt like they'd talked about this before, some random conversation about their dating successes and failures.
"No. I mean, I've slept with a few, obviously but never dated one. Why?"
Zhou Mi shrugged a shoulder. "Is it something you'd even consider?"
"Dating a guy? I—" Kyuhyun was dense, but he wasn't that dense. Staring at Zhou Mi's profile as Zhou Mi considered the seam of a pillow. Waiting long enough for Zhou Mi to get curious and actually look at him. "I don't know. Maybe, if it was the right guy."
Zhou Mi's laugh was almost a chirrup, and it was more sad than anything. "I wondered. We're good in bed. We get along, have a good time. I'm glad I'm good for messing around with during the slow times, but I don't know how much longer I can just do that. I've tried dating other guys, but I keep… I want to have sex with you more often, but I really want to date you."
Kyuhyun blinked at the statement and the request. Zhou Mi looked closed to squirming, and it was an impasse. They'd known each other for a long time, they worked well together. Dating each other wasn't going to be that much more dangerous than sleeping together. And when Zhou Mi put it that way, yeah. It was something he'd consider. It wasn't some stranger picking him up in a bar, or a girl looking at him with hope of marriage. It was Zhou Mi, who was hot, and sort of self-sacrificingly nice. And if he was honest, he'd wondered. Not everything they had was chemistry.
"Yeah, okay," he said. "Let's go out."
Zhou Mi's eyes went wide as he almost squawked. "That easy?"
He laughed. "Yeah, that easy. I want to have sex more often, too. Buying you dinner once in a while seems like a good trade."
"Kyuhyun!" But Zhou Mi frowned. "You mean, if I'd asked back then…?"
Kyuhyun hesitated. "I don't know if I was ready back then. Sure, I'd messed around, like you said, but… Yeah, those guys weren't you. And they didn't want to date me."
Zhou Mi's whole posture began to relax as he turned toward Kyuhyun again, running his thumb down Kyuhyun's collarbone. "So you trust me."
"And want you. Let's take it slow? I don't want either one of us getting hurt. Think of the pandas."
Zhou Mi grinned and murmured his agreement, before winding around Kyuhyun for another kiss.
He could get used to that.
***
Prompt: airport!sex - zhoumi has to leave for china for a month and kyuhyun has a hard time letting him go
***
The bags were checked, and Zhou Mi shuddered as he met Kyuhyun's eyes where he was waiting. Of course Kyuhyun had volunteered to go with him to the airport. The problem was, there was a manager and entourage as well. None of them could exactly say no to Kyuhyun, when it was obvious Kyuhyun had wanted to see Zhou Mi off.
A whole month apart.
And zero privacy to say goodbye for the last few days, between schedules, and packing, and people underfoot. Which had made Kyuhyun insist harder.
"I'm going to take Zhou Mi to get a drink and go to the bathroom," Kyuhyun told their manager. "We have a little time before you have to go through security?"
There was grumbling, there always was. And Zhou Mi had no idea just what Kyuhyun meant until he was dragged toward the food and then to the side.
"Kyuhyun?"
The bathrooms were large, meant for accommodating as many as possible in a bustling airport. And the stalls were removed from the bank of urinals.
For a brief second, Zhou Mi thought that Kyuhyun just really had to go, until Kyuhyun sent him back a wide-eyed grin.
He knew that look.
They were alone, a man walking out as they passed, not that it made much difference.
"I'm going to miss you," Kyuhyun said, backing Zhou Mi into the furthest stall.
"You could've told me out there."
It was half tease, half nerves as the door clicked shut behind them, and all there were then were too-loud breaths and Kyuhyun stepping close.
The things they'd miss. The way Kyuhyun's hair looked after sex, rumpled and fluffy. The way his lips—
"We can't," Zhou Mi said, pulling away from Kyuhyun's kiss. "Your mouth is going to show everything."
For a moment Kyuhyun almost pouted, but they both knew it was true. When they lost themselves in kisses, Kyuhyun had had to wear a face mask more than once because it seemed every kiss showed up on those lips. And his were not much different. He could hardly go back out with his mouth swollen as tempting as it was with Kyuhyun right there.
They didn't have hours to say goodbye. They'd already wasted some of the time they had.
He'd miss just touching Kyuhyun.
With an arm around Kyuhyun's shoulders, he backed Kyuhyun against the farthest wall.
"Open your pants," he whispered against Kyuhyun's ear. "And mine."
No time for finesse. Drier than he'd have liked, but they weren't going for a marathon. All he had was his harsh breathing against Kyuhyun's ear as they stroked each other. It'd been days, no trouble finding desire. He could feel Kyuhyun's every shudder as he moaned under his breath.
No need to say quickly because it would only raise the pressure. All he could do was help Kyuhyun along. The panted breaths, the tongue along his earlobe, sucking, nipping. Things he knew drove Kyuhyun crazy. And it turned him on too. The danger of what they were doing, where they were. Kyuhyun's whimpers muffled against his neck. If there was one thing he knew Kyuhyun would fall from, it was dirty talk. Hard enough in private, he had to keep his voice from cracking.
"When I get back," he breathed, stroking Kyuhyun quickly. "I'm going to tie you to the bed and have you suck me for hours. My cock. I'm going to tease you. And then. Fuck you. Until you beg."
Kyuhyun whimpered and a bang in the outer bathroom had them both jerking, adrenaline coursing.
"Come on, come for me."
"Zhou Mi," Kyuhyun breathed.
And it was an hour of dirty talk compressed into two syllables, moaned on Kyuhyun's voice, as his mind went blank, lost to Kyuhyun's stroking and the wet mouth against his neck, and the knowing that Kyuhyun was coming for him.
He nearly slammed his forehead on the wall as his jerked against Kyuhyun's body, and he came on a strangled moan.
Kyuhyun was placing kisses on his neck, and it read of thanks. He kissed Kyuhyun's cheek and took a step back to see how badly they had messed up their pants.
From into the bathroom and out, it had been ten minutes. Clothes hastily straightened, bodies cleaned. Luckily no influx of bathroom patrons to see one of them slip out, followed by the other.
They'd had one last kiss before Kyuhyun had gone out first.
No words required then. They'd miss each other.
And Zhou Mi was going to have a very relaxing flight.
***
Prompt: QMi in the Pride and Prejudice universe
***
"This is a ball in our honor," Zhou Mi reminded him.
"Which means everyone will be far too busy gossiping about us to notice we're gone," Kyuhyun said.
Zhou Mi's mouth was already dark from the kisses in the hallway, before Zhou Mi's sense of place had led them to the closest room with a lock.
"Your family watches you far too closely. What virtue of yours do I have left to steal?"
Zhou Mi made a strangled noise, scandalized. "None they'll ever know you took."
"You gave," Kyuhyun corrected.
"The wedding is—"
"Still too far away."
Zhou Mi could argue until he lacked the breath to do so, if it was something he truly believed in. There were times it seemed that Zhou Mi just bickered back, for the pleasure of doing it. He admitted, he liked the sound of their voices running together, Zhou Mi's indignant exclamations, his laughter flowing. Their first kiss had been after an argument, the bargain sealed of their engagement, when Zhou Mi had leaned into him, a quick press of mouth against mouth.
Smug that he'd shut Kyuhyun up for a moment, as Kyuhyun had been anticipating the next.
So Zhou Mi's family were not quite the type of people he had become accustomed to, but Zhou Mi himself was intelligent, warm. And he was, as he had pointed out more than once, the son of a gentleman, and a gentleman himself. And that had been something that Kyuhyun could not miss.
"Careful with the cravat," Zhou Mi whispered, as Kyuhyun pulled him close. The striped waistcoat was one of his favorite, and Zhou Mi's cravat had been carefully done. It limited what they could do. But Zhou Mi's eyes, dark and fine, beckoned him.
There was no succession to secure, no virtue to protect, but there was propriety. It was the desire when Zhou Mi smiled at him that had him eager, and unwilling to wait for a few more stolen kisses and trysts in the middle of the night. He wanted Zhou Mi beside him, without interruption.
His own trousers were darker and he urged Zhou Mi into the settee. They'd have only so much time, and the adrenaline, the kisses, had caused a rise in Zhou Mi. They'd done it for each other, an intimate kiss. And Zhou Mi's sighs, Zhou Mi's urges when he'd drawn down the flap of his trousers, they were urgency. And he had waited long enough that he knew that it would take little more than the taste of Zhou Mi's pleasure to quicken his own.
He knew Zhou Mi and his anxious gaze would be focused on the door, on any sounds. Rocking into his own rubbing hand, he nearly groaned in relief as Zhou Mi gasped. And it seemed only moments later when Zhou Mi was petting his cheek.
"I need to get back," Zhou Mi told him.
"Yes, your mother."
But he watched in interest as Zhou Mi fixed his clothes. Zhou Mi's face was serene, even if his color was a bit high. If he had his options, Zhou Mi would stay that way always.
With a kiss and a wave, Zhou Mi left first. It wouldn't do for them to go back together. He would wait and have an excuse prepared, which was about as long as it took to prepare himself again for guests.
He pictured Zhou Mi's last smile and drew a long, satisfied breath. He was going to marry that man.
***
Prompt: they have been dating a couple of months and now kyuhyun feels that he is ready to go to the next level with zhoumi
***
He didn't have a plan. There was no timing, no deadlines, no expectations. It had begun like almost any other relationship, dancing around interest until one of them - Zhou Mi - had hinted at wanted a date. Kind of gently, almost underhanded in a way that allowed Kyuhyun to make a joke of it or back out if he hadn't been interested, and without trodding over Zhou Mi's feelings. But that hadn't been the case. He'd been trying to figure out what Zhou Mi's reaction would be to being asked out, if it was worth the possible rejection. So it had pleased them on both fronts when Kyuhyun had accepted.
And it hadn't taken more than a few dates, and nearly choking to death laughing in Zhou Mi's apartment, to know they were good for each other.
Zhou Mi was tactile, eager for a hand to hold, an arm over his shoulders. The cuddles, the kisses, the endless physical expressions of Zhou Mi's interest in him and being near him. It helped that Zhou Mi was cute about it sometimes, asking for a hug with his lips poked out. It was kind of hard to resist, though he certainly never said so.
And the one memorable time when Zhou Mi had poured himself into Kyuhyun's lap as a joke, and they had ended up like that for the next half hour. He'd discovered he very much liked Zhou Mi on him, above him.
Also that Zhou Mi squealed the squeal of the adorable when Kyuhyun had accidentally tickled his side when getting his hand under Zhou Mi's shirt. But the look in Zhou Mi's eyes moments later had told him it had been worth it, as Kyuhyun stroked the skin of Zhou Mi's back. It was a start. If Zhou Mi didn't know he was wanted then, then he needed a bigger clue. And yet still, it had to be right.
And it was, the night they were on Zhou Mi's pallet on the floor, watching his TV. How a nuzzle to his cheek became a kiss, and a kiss became two, three. Moans and harsh breaths, hands over skin and shudders. No time for apprehension, when Zhou Mi kissed him. His belt was fumbled open with Zhou Mi's mouth on his neck. And he came to the stroking of Zhou Mi's hand, just minutes before Zhou Mi came because of his. It was a step. A step they'd both very much enjoyed. Not hard to know that as Zhou Mi had smiled into his kisses after.
It wasn't like it was all he thought about. They did a lot of fun things together that had nothing to do with sex. It was just that when he thought about it, there were a lot of fun things they could do together that did have to do with it. Adding, not taking away.
Adding. That extra current in their kisses, the flicker of Zhou Mi's tongue, the way his hand landed at Kyuhyun's waist. The adoration in Zhou Mi's eyes wen they met, was another thing. He was blind and mostly clueless when it came to relationship cues, but Zhou Mi wasn't very subtle. He didn't try to hide it, and even if he had, it was written all over his face.
He could say he didn't plan it, but he did. He had condoms, and lube, both bought at different locations far away from where he lived. He might have worn a disguise because, while not the first time the items had been acquired, it felt like some kind of spy mission. Get into Zhou Mi's pants and get Zhou Mi out of his pants and then stay there. He couldn't have been more ready. Okay, he could've. He could've gotten naked and splayed himself out on the bed and waited for Zhou Mi to come in his open door with a "sex offered here" sign, but he hadn't quite made it there. What he did do was plan their date, a nice dinner in nice clothes - and the thought of rubbing against Zhou Mi in his slacks had made him squirm.
But it was an early date, plenty of time to invite Zhou Mi back to his apartment. Playing with Zhou Mi's fingers in the back of the taxi, rubbing the pad of his thumb around Zhou Mi's palm. Sensitive hands, long fingers. Soon to be all over him, he hoped.
But when he got in the door his plan disintegrated. He had planned to invite Zhou Mi to sit with him, to seduce him in front of the TV and lead him to bed. That seemed normal, gradual, not like Kyuhyun had brought him there for it. But standing there in their socks, Zhou Mi's aftershave in his nose from how close they were, he went blank. Here was the man he liked, more than liked. Wanted. Needed. Okay, maybe lov—
"Kyuhyun?" Zhou Mi prompted, voice a bit gentle as Kyuhyun gaped at him.
"Please," Kyuhyun said, and had no idea what he was asking. "Zhou Mi."
It turned out getting his point across wasn't that hard after all. Hard was the wrong word. Wrenching his eyes from Zhou Mi's open collar, he stepped up, so close he was practically on Zhou Mi's toes, and Zhou Mi caught on from there.
Zhou Mi mouth was warm. It was safe. But he didn't feel safe, he felt out of control, mind leaping steps ahead as he leaned into Zhou Mi's body.
"You looked good tonight," he said, squeezing Zhou Mi's ass through his pants.
"Really?"
Zhou Mi was preening under his hands and it was cuter, hotter, than he could have imagined. Like a parrot pleased with himself, sparkling and cupping Kyuhyun's jaw.
"Yeah, really."
"You looked good, too."
Okay so maybe that did stroke his pride a bit. "And now?"
"You feel better," Zhou Mi told him.
And Zhou Mi's roving hand would know.
"Come with me?" he offered, and Zhou Mi smiled and laced their fingers together.
And they hadn't made it three steps into his bedroom before Zhou Mi drilled a finger from his free hand into Kyuhyun's side. "I'd go anywhere with you, you know that."
And the thing was, he knew Kyuhyun was sensitive. So the yelp and the squirm turned into wrestling, instead of squirming at Zhou Mi's pronouncement. A different kind of squirming that had them out of breath, their shirts half untucked when Zhou Mi declared truce.
"I'm glad anywhere isn't far," Kyuhyun said, panting and undoing buttons down Zhou Mi's chest.
And he kissed Zhou Mi before Zhou I could break out into song and cause another tickle fight.
Zhou Mi's torso was endless, collarbones winging out, stomach a plane to be kissed. He'd known, obviously. They'd been to the sauna, he'd seen Zhou Mi without his shirt. But not where he could touch. Staring nearly had him crawling onto the bed with his shirt on, Zhou Mi's body a siren call. He managed not to strangle himself with his undershirt, squirming on top of the covers with Zhou Mi underneath of him. The dress pants that had seemed so alluring earlier were then just in the way.
"You look too good," he almost croaked, and then damn near shivered as Zhou Mi squeezed his thighs with both hands. "I just have to—"
To feel Zhou Mi's shoulders, kiss his neck, his collarbones. He didn't know what to touch first, where to kiss next. Feeling Zhou Mi almost purr beneath him, until his hips rose in a hint that what Kyuhyun was doing, was very well liked.
And he knew how not to play fair, fingers teasing under Kyuhyun's arm and flipping him on the bed at the jolt to get away.
But as Zhou Mi grinned down at him, big shaggy head blocking the light, he wasn't angry.
Zhou Mi kissed, effortless, urgent and deep. Stroking his body from ribs to thigh. Getting closer with every kiss. Insinuating himself between Kyuhyun's legs like he meant to be there.
And his eyes were on Kyuhyun as they rocked together. It made him swallow hard as Zhou Mi's eyes swept his body. Glancing to his right at his bed table where the condoms were.
"I can hear you thinking," Zhou Mi teased.
"What am I thinking then?"
"How gorgeous I am. What I want. What we're doing."
Kyuhyun could help the smirk. "You got the last two right."
"You keep staring at the side of the bed."
Okay, so he was so unsubtle that Zhou Mi, king of surprising surprises and shock, figured him out. And there wasn't any point in denying it.
"In the drawer."
And Kyuhyun had the singular pleasure of watching Zhou Mi reach, and then watching that full bottom lip slip from between Zhou Mi's teeth as he saw what Kyuhyun had been looking toward.
And that was one thing he loved about Zhou Mi. There was lots of enthusiasm, and there was the humor. And there were the things that Zhou Mi just got about him, and matched without even trying. It was kind of like magic.
"So," Zhou Mi said slowly. "I guess this is where we get out of our pants."
Gladly. They didn't talk about it, no questions. Just kisses and fumbles with zippers, and Zhou Mi nearly dragging him off the bed just pulling at his pants. And the laughter as there was that much more skin to explore, to feel against his. The pretty smirk on Zhou Mi's face when he got the lube open and made Kyuhyun moan. Whispers and soft touches, and questioning looks. Things that were still new, at least together. Things like Zhou Mi's probing fingers that required his mouth on Kyuhyun's just to swallow the embarrassing sounds. Or his own hand sliding across Zhou Mi's hip to keep him hard.
That and Zhou Mi just felt good. There were lots of ulterior motives, there.
Kyuhyun hissed a breath through his teeth, almost to the edge of his patience. "Okay. You, in me. Okay."
"I don't think I can do that."
There was nearly a whine in Zhou Mi's voice, and Kyuhyun wanted to shake him.
"It won't hurt me. It'll fit! Your fingers fit." And then his need for something to replace Zhou Mi's fingers faded far enough for reason to wander by. "Unless…You want to wait?"
"No," Zhou Mi said, laughing mid-pained expression and gripping Kyuhyun's sides with lube-slick hands. "I mean— Give me a minute, or I won't make it in you."
"Oh. Oh!"
He stared down Zhou Mi's body. Very ready. That could be remedied. And they needed a condom anyway. Kyuhyun was a giving soul, and he felt he could take that job without straining himself.
"I don't know if that's helping," Zhou Mi said reproachfully as Kyuhyun stroked two fingers up his erection.
"If you don't make it in me this time, there's always next time," Kyuhyun informed him.
He was planning on a "this time" though. Touch too light to be skimming, carefully rolling the condom down and listening to Zhou Mi's whimpers. Not near enough to use his mouth, or he would've, but instead he chose to grip and hold, while tilting his head for a kiss.
And when Zhou Mi's patience waned, trying to move in Kyuhyun's hand, it was time.
There was no posing, only pulling and arranging. They weren't comfortable enough yet for sexy demonstrations. He wanted Zhou Mi inside him, and getting that accomplished meant getting their bodies close. But he let Zhou Mi control the push, and he wasn't sure which of them made the louder sound as Zhou Mi barely made it in.
Zhou Mi's face told the story without words. Tight. Kyuhyun. Good. It was telegraphed across his delight, his lust-heavy eyes, the sag of his mouth. And Kyuhyun's hips tilted and said more.
"Come on," he half hissed, and felt his body grip Zhou Mi with every slide.
"I knew I would fit," Zhou Mi told him moments later, having proved that, and refuting Kyuhyun's words.
Fit and full, the best possible combination.
"You know what the only thing you have to do now is?" he asked, letting his thighs widen as he fixed a hand in Zhou Mi's hair.
Zhou Mi made that whimpering sound again, the one that sent heat flushing down him. "No, what?"
He was glad his face was hidden as his mind giggled. "Come."
Maybe it only lasted a few minutes, but it was great. Zhou Mi, afraid of spending himself too soon, took up a rhythm of several slow, long strokes, followed by several quick ones. It was an impossible rhythm for him to catch mid-desperation of his own, bucking together, trying to get on the same page. Until right at the end, when Zhou Mi's only thought and goal and purpose was to get as deep, as far, as quick as he possibly could.
The only thing sexier than Zhou Mi's face mid-orgasm had been Zhou Mi's mouth blowing him after. It turned out Zhou Mi's fingers and mouth were an, ahem, winning combination after all.
What he hadn't expected was for it to be hilarious and sexy and messy and awkward. And fun, and good, and promising at that. Because next time—
The shower he started with Zhou Mi touching his back seemed pretty promising as well. A date worth repeating.
***
Prompt: Qmi, Jealousy. Kyuhyun is jealous of Zhou Mi having spent so much time with Calvin and still spending a lot of time with Liu Chao and unleashes his possessive streak. On jealousy: "mainstream psychology considers sexual arousal through jealousy a paraphilia, some have argued that jealousy in manageable dimensions can have a definite positive effect on sexual function and sexual satisfaction, increasing passion between partners and intensity in sex"
***
He knew Zhou Mi. Knew from the little emails with anecdotes and cute grammar fails that Zhou Mi was thinking of him. He also knew that he might as well have been on a different planet and the pit stops of shows and secret little rendezvous weren't enough. The pictures. Giggling with Calvin. Curled up with Liu Chao. On a functional level, that was great. Zhou Mi wasn't alone, sad, in his hotel room. He was having fun, hanging out with people, stressing himself about the script, and getting to do a really exciting project. They were all supportive, obviously, but they all had their little jealousies and insecurities.
All of Zhou Mi's friends didn't bother Kyuhyun, especially when so many of them were girls. The Zhou Mi he knew - in all the ways one could know a man - was immune to the charm of women. Men, and men who obviously adored Zhou Mi to the point of Kyuhyun staring at his screen and wondering if he adored Zhou M blatantly enough, were a different story.
It meant he was extra interested in all the details. Where did you go for lunch? Who with? What did you do? What did you eat? What did you talk about?
And then he had Zhou Mi back in front of him, and there were more stories. Only this time he got to see Zhou Mi's face during delivery. And the little curling jealousy hearing about how fun and nice and amazing Calvin was, and that they were going to hang out when—
"Must be nice having all those hot guys around."
Zhou Mi laughed. Zhou Mi laughed at a lot of things. Zhou Mi laughed until he realized that Kyuhyun wasn't laughing, and then stared at Kyuhyun like he was the world's most peculiar shopping puzzle. It was buy one get one half off but he only needed one, so…?
"You're jealous?"
"Well, I don't—" He tried blustering. "I'm glad you have good times with them, I mean—"
Zhou Mi leaned forward. "You're jealous of both of them? They're my friends!"
"I know."
"I don't get jealous of your friends."
"I know!" But Kyuhyun really couldn't let that go. "But I mean, wouldn't you, if I kept talking them up and made you think that maybe I wanted them more than you?"
Zhou Mi was gaping, mouth working, as Kyuhyun wanted to just fold in on himself and take back all his words. Great, hot guys who spoke Zhou Mi's first language, who got to work on project with him, and then there was Kyuhyun who was the occasional something stuck in another country.
"I mean, I don't actually think you hooked up with them or wanted them more than me," Kyuhyun clarified. Definitely on the first, because they'd kind of promised each other it was just going to be them. The latter was more of a hope. "And I am glad they were there for you. I just…"
"I don't want them more than you," Zhou Mi said softly, standing.
"You can talk to them," Kyuhyun said, voice a little wry.
The laugh again. "I can talk to you. I worked hard and learned so I could talk to you. I missed you. You said you missed me, too. When you weren't gaming."
"Every minute I wasn't. That or sleeping. Or eating," Kyuhyun said, unable to help the grin.
"And you were jealous," Zhou Mi repeated.
"Yeah, well. The thought of losing you to Smiley or Buff Guy didn't really sit too well."
They giggled together at the nicknames Kyuhyun had said.
"I'd be a little jealous if you talked about another man too much to me," Zhou Mi admitted. "I didn't think about that."
Of course. Because Zhou Mi was Zhou Mi, and he wasn't. And Zhou Mi's admirers weren't either for that matter. It wasn't like he was the only one in the world who had figured out that Zhou Mi was worth pinning down.
In a number of ways. That thought had his nose flaring, as Zhou Mi put a hand on his shoulder.
"What can I do to make you feel better?"
"Maybe not tell me quite how awesome they are?" Kyuhyun suggested.
"Okay. And?"
Zhou Mi could tell Kyuhyun how awesome he was, but that seemed too obvious. Some of it he could help. Some of it, he just couldn't. He didn't get to tell Zhou Mi who he could talk to, any more than Zhou Mi got to decide for him. But it was the first time the urge to take Zhou Mi away from a deserted island and circle him like a guard-tiger had appeared quite so strongly. And he didn't really want to hiss at people.
But when Kyuhyun didn't answer immediately, Zhou Mi's fingers traced up his arm. "Let me show you how much I thought of you," Zhou Mi suggested.
Mr. Sunshine suggesting sex. Not like they hadn't leapt on that opportunity hours after the wheels of Zhou Mi's plane came down, but—
Yeah. They could show each other. Again.
"Let's go, then."
It wasn't exactly talking out their issue but he didn't know what else he could say, without putting his foot in it. He peeled his shirt off next to Zhou Mi's bed, comfortable getting naked in the light of day with Zhou Mi watching him.
"I get jealous of how much time you spend with the computer sometimes," Zhou Mi admitted. Not exactly a revelation, since he'd seen Zhou Mi pout about it on more than one occasion. That poked out lower lip usually was motivation to wrap up so he could bite it.
"But at least you know I'm not going to make out with it, or leave you because of it," Kyuhyun commented.
Zhou Mi's stomach sucked in weirdly. "Oh. Kyuhyun. So… I guess that means I don't have to worry about your porn addiction."
He stopped mid-strip, with his underwear around his knees and Zhou Mi practically on top of him. "Hey! You—"
They fell on the bed and tangled like angry cats. Angry, laughing cats. And Zhou Mi, showing all his talents, managed to divest them both of their pants using his feet to push the clothes off the bed.
"I missed having you laugh at me," Zhou Mi told him. And Kyuhyun suspected he missed something else as well, since he was squeezing Kyuhyun's ass kind of distractingly.
"I have lots of that to give," Kyuhyun said, and meant it both ways.
But never laughing to hurt. Never that. He tipped his head to the side and offered his mouth. Zhou Mi eagerly meeting him, lips fitting like they'd never parted to begin with. Zhou Mi had a lot of the hallmarks of a great kisser. Conscientious, had a great mouth. Not that the latter was a guarantee, it was just really, really nice. He pushed for Kyuhyun to meet him, and gave everything when he did. Zhou Mi was nice, but he wasn't always a nice kisser. He got what he wanted, and Kyuhyun rarely disagreed. He liked it. Liked that confidence. It was sexy, it made him want.
And that didn't mean that Kyuhyun was passive. There was too much to take about Zhou Mi's mouth.
And it made him grumble when he was abandoned by it. Zhou Mi rocked back, poking and rearranging Kyuhyun until he could kiss Kyuhyun's knee. Weird, okay. But Zhou Mi, so it was understandable. But Zhou Mi wasn't done.
"I missed these," Zhou Mi said, and began to kiss a line down the inside of Kyuhyun's thigh.
That Kyuhyun could believe. Zhou Mi had come between them more than a couple of times, something Kyuhyun hadn't expected to enjoy. Zhou Mi, he'd decided the first time with his legs sticky and body satisfied, was magic.
And he thought he was great, really. Until Zhou Mi nipped at the tendon inside his leg, and his body somersaulted inside, and the unbidden image of Zhou Mi and Calvin—
He shuddered, grasping the sheets, and Zhou Mi looked up at him with concern stark on his face.
"Sorry," Kyuhyun rattled out. "Sorry. I just—"
"What happened?" Zhou Mi was getting closer and he winced, screwing his eyes shut so he could focus on getting himself together. "Kyuhyun?"
Tenacity, a strong point of Zhou Mi's character usually.
"I just… Imagining you with some guy like this."
The sound Zhou Mi made - Kyuhyun's eyes were still closed - seemed between pain and exasperation. And it was only moments later that a forehead was pressed to his chest. He could tell from the angle of Zhou Mi's breath, and then moments later, the full side of Zhou Mi's head was there. Like Zhou Mi was communing with Kyuhyun's heart. The hand he slid into Zhou Mi's hair was kind of reluctant, and Zhou Mi's head rose at the touch. And then Kyuhyun did look, his hand on Zhou Mi's shoulders, and Zhou Mi's eyes steady on him.
"I love you. You know that. There hasn't been anyone since you. I haven't brought anyone else between us. So you shouldn't now either."
Zhou Mi's voice was still so light, if rough, but honest. And that was, if anything, more disturbing than the unwanted mental image had been. That was far from what he wanted. The last thing he wanted was to make Zhou Mi think of anyone else when they were together.
"Okay," Kyuhyun said. "I won't. The lube?"
And he was pretty sure of himself on that front, when Zhou Mi swooped in to kiss him.
"I got it," Zhou Mi promised, and smiled. The full-on Zhou Mi smile that had his toes curling.
"Stop trying to seduce me," he muttered. "I'm already naked."
Zhou Mi did a smug little hip waggle that had Kyuhyun's head slamming back. "I'll never stop trying. I thought about you every night and missed you and this."
Kyuhyun cleared his throat, blowing out a breath as Zhou Mi teased him with his fingers. They weren't going to need much waiting. Once his heart got out of his stomach, he was racing back to ready. And that meant he couldn't help himself, thinking of Zhou Mi alone and thinking of him.
"You jerked off and thought of me?"
"Maybe a few times," and when Kyuhyun bit his shoulder, Zhou Mi laughed. "Okay, okay! Most of the time! Especially with the pictures you sent me."
Mostly he'd been shirtless, or sitting in his underwear, or wet right out of the shower. Nothing naked. He didn't dare, but what there had been apparently was enough. "And the rest of the time?!"
"I'm allowed my celebrity crushes," Zhou Mi said primly, and proceeded to stroke Kyuhyun's cock until the words started to blur together before they even got to his mouth.
"No, wait," he said, not trying to stop Zhou Mi but trying to get his brain back on. "Now you have to tell me who."
"Not who you're thinking, " Zhou Mi said, almost sing-songing as he nuzzled Kyuhyun's cheek. And then he sobered slightly. "Really not who you're thinking."
"I know that." Or he was pretty sure he did. He probably would have exploded if Zhou Mi had said he thought about making out with Calvin, since that was the next thing to actually doing it if Calvin ever offered. Someone Zhou Mi was entirely unlikely to touch was way better. "Zhou Mi."
He was going to get it out of Zhou Mi, he knew that. But Zhou Mi's timing was impeccable lifting Kyuhyun's hips and looking for acceptance.
There had been that moment at one point in his life when he'd thought "A guy's what goes where? How does that feel good?"
That hadn't stayed. His own curiosity, actually experiencing it. Though he'd always though he'd liked being the one on top more before Zhou Mi had shown him that every inch was worth it. That had not been a competition he had yet regretted losing.
"Only you," Zhou Mi whispered.
He grunted as Zhou Mi rocked, knowing Zhou Mi expected some kind of response to his assurance.
"Yeah," Kyuhyun said. "I don't have anything big enough to replace you."
"Never will," Zhou Mi panted against his cheek.
"Show me."
He loved wringing moans out of Zhou Mi. The musical ones that rose, the ones that made Zhou Mi shudder. From his nails along Zhou Mi's skin, or his lips against Zhou Mi's neck and squeezing tight as Zhou Mi tried to pull away. But for every moan he got, he gave, Zhou Mi not stopping except for momentary readjustments. Bumping their mouths together, bodies in a heaving pile of limbs and torso. And as Zhou Mi stroked him, and his breath was going, his face in Zhou Mi's sweaty neck and brain numb, he chanted, "I love you. Just you. Nng, Zhou Mi."
That last was a plea for faster, or more. Or slow down, because he couldn't take it, he didn't know. But right at "love" Zhou Mi had gasped, and at his name, again. Not in surprise,in preparation. Oxygen that couldn't keep up with the rate his body was running. Zhou Mi's keens and harsh breaths, skin rubbing against skin, Zhou Mi's hand engulfing his neglected cock, and his body surging to Zhou Mi's command.
Only them. Zhou Mi would remember. And tell him the secret celebrity crushes so he could be needled. And they'd discuss potential celebrity threesomes which would end in naked time.
Mostly he needed Zhou Mi never go to away for that long again. Not just because he needed sex, or petting, or Zhou Mi trying to out-watt the sun. He needed that, too. But everything else about being apart sucked.
"Okay, okay, okay," he babbled to the room at large, Zhou Mi's head nearly taking off his nose and that didn't keep his eyes from nearly crossing at all. Not even when Zhou Mi's enthusiasm shoved him nearly half a foot up the bed, and the subsequent scooting, and Zhou Mi's tongue against his caused his brain to burble. And when Zhou Mi moaned into his mouth, and the world took a dizzy turn and sped up, like a tape on fast forward. Zhou Mi's hips came down, and his hand went up, and Kyuhyun came. All he knew was Zhou Mi's hand. Not the skin he touched, or the cloth, or the way Zhou Mi kissed his chin.
And until Zhou Mi's hips went pure, frantic pleasure. And he had the present of mind to laugh as Zhou Mi moaned. The only thing on Zhou Mi's mind then, Kyuhyun. He knew because Zhou Mi's mouth was putting his name out in odd shapes and weird vowels. Endearing and filled with satisfaction, like the slump of Zhou Mi's broad shoulders were against his palms.
So yeah, jealousy sucked.
But the sex was great.
***
Prompt: Zhou Mi responding to the show where Kyuhyun's testosterone is measured. Top!Kyu
***
Had they not already been having sex at the time the show was broadcast, Zhou Mi might have started considering it. Seeing Kyuhyun's surprised face to the amount of testosterone he possessed, had Zhou Mi laughing. It took a few moments, though, for him to start wondering. What that meant, how that impacted him.
Kyuhyun was, had always been, easy to turn on. Between the two of them, they had enough need to run enough generators to power a small city. But the times that Kyuhyun was rampant really made sense. He'd never been with anyone quite as needy, quite as ready. Where he could suck Kyuhyun off, and then find himself pinned to the bed with Kyuhyun sucking at his neck not long after. Not that he complained. Though there were times when Kyuhyun was ready before Zhou Mi's body could even think of such things.
He had long been glad of the fact that he really, really enjoyed blowing Kyuhyun. Otherwise Kyuhyun would have gone without part of the time.
When Kyuhyun came over not long after the show had aired, it wasn't like he could just drag him into his room. Everyone liked to visit, and play around, but all Zhou Mi could thing about was the show. Wondering if Kyuhyun seemed a bit more cocky with his smirks, his laugh. Like he knew. Maybe he was imagining things. Maybe not.
He tried not to let that wondering show when Kyuhyun looked at him. He'd failed at least once, when Kyuhyun's eyebrows dipped, eyes raking from Zhou Mi's knees back up. They both knew that unless Kyuhyun was called away, they'd end up in bed. But it was usually Kyuhyun pushing them there, not Zhou Mi eyeing him in hunger. He usually could contain himself, even if it'd been a while.
"Soon please," he whispered, bending slightly to squeeze Kyuhyun's shoulder as he passed.
And it wasn't fifteen minutes before Kyuhyun was letting himself into Zhou Mi's room, locking the door behind him.
"You up for company?" Kyuhyun asked.
Up. In a number of ways. He watched as Kyuhyun toed off his socks and got closer.
"How was the filming?"
"Fine. Tiring. You know we got poked, right?"
"Yeah," Zhou Mi said. And it was almost a sigh, that had Kyuhyun frowning at him in concentration.
"You saw it, didn't you?"
"Of course." Part of it was loyalty, part because the shows Kyuhyun was on tended to be fun. He couldn't say he'd ever had quite that reaction before, though. "You had the most testosterone."
"Big words, nice. Yeah. That's why you're all hyped up? Over something inside me you can't even see?"
"I've seen it," Zhou Mi laughed, making room for Kyuhyun on the bed. He was under the covers but that didn't mean he had anything on. And he was waiting for Kyuhyun to discover that. "I've felt it, too. Now I just understand why."
"I'm not some kind of walking testosterone monster," Kyuhyun retorted.
But it was purely good timing that had Kyuhyun throwing back the sheet at that moment, to discover Zhou Mi hard and ready. His mouth sagging open, breathing changing.
Zhou Mi pulled out a knee, making space, issuing the invitation. And watching Kyuhyun's hand squeeze at his own thigh, near where his underwear was looking rather tight.
"Yeah?" Zhou Mi said, lips quirking. And then thrilled, when Kyuhyun wriggled free of the cloth entirely.
"You want me to show you how much of a man I am?" Kyuhyun asked, crawling onto the bed.
Zhou Mi licked his lips, placing a condom packet very delicately over his belly button. Not that he was prepared or anything. It was a point of pride for Kyuhyun, that was obvious. Even if he didn't know what all it meant, how it affected them. One area he could be sure, and that was Kyuhyun's hunger. Watching as Kyuhyun stroked himself, popping the cap off the lube with the expression of satisfaction. Maybe he'd had to wait, but Kyuhyun was there.
He reached down, intending to give Kyuhyun a hand, and was denied with a swat.
"I don't want to come before I get in you, since you want it so much," Kyuhyun said, rather lewdly rocking his hips forward to emphasize his point.
If he couldn't touch, then he could ready himself. And it took little more than spreading the cool lube around. Kyuhyun knew what to do, how. There wasn't anything he could do that Zhou Mi wasn't ready for.
And with erection sheathed, Kyuhyun didn't ask. Merely looking up, watching as Zhou Mi's hand retreated, and rubbing himself against Zhou Mi's body.
He could have teased Kyuhyun, suggested that the blood test had lied, that really it meant nothing.
But he was too busy bracing himself as Kyuhyun pushed in. Moving his body from shock to acceptance, to something else. Head thrown back as Kyuhyun first forged his path, then worked him deep. He gasped for air, as though Kyuhyun had beaten his lungs, as he clutched the sheets and stared at Kyuhyun's determined face.
"You didn't doubt it, did you?"
"What?"
"That I could take you any time. I didn't need a test to show you."
It had been a week since they'd been together, so he knew Kyuhyun was not meant to last. It was a statement, the rolling of hips.
Kyuhyun's arm slid under Zhou Mi's thigh and lifted one, changing every angle and Zhou Mi's balance with it.
"No, you didn't need a test," he gasped. "Kyuhyun. Just like that. Please. Come here."
It didn't matter how much Kyuhyun needed. And it mattered very much, as he gripped the back of Kyuhyun's neck and pulled him down. For just one moment he wanted that connection. More than a proven point, it was what they were together. A grin already gracing Kyuhyun's face as their lips met.
They'd take it slower the second time, and he could see the promise in Kyuhyun's eyes.
"Testosterone or not, I can't," Kyuhyun hissed.
He pressed another kiss to Kyuhyun's mouth and before he let him go said, "Then take me."
Permission. Plea. He wasn't going to come before Kyuhyun, didn't even try. But he did enjoy as Kyuhyun gripped his leg again, settling into a rhythm at first steady, and then working himself only for pleasure.
"You're all the man I need," Zhou Mi told him. A little corny at its face, but not combined with the nail marks he left down Kyuhyun's braced arm. It was all the stimulation, all the distraction Kyuhyun needed, hips stuttering, as he came and moved them both. Kyuhyun's face as he moaned, unselfconscious, holding to, and inside Zhou Mi's body. His Kyuhyun. His groin gave an interested twitch, even as Kyuhyun let go of his leg, leaning in. And Kyuhyun smiled at him with an almost-drunken looking face.
"Give me a few minutes," Kyuhyun promised. "I'll be ready again."
Zhou Mi smiled and stroked his back. He was counting on it.
***
Prompt: QMi superheroes or with extraordinary powers.
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Zhou Mi was sound. He could rip apart walls with sound waves, cause people to shudder with high pitched screeches, from his throat, his skin. He was part of a team, highly specialized and picked for their powers. It had not been what he had anticipated doing with his life when he had been young. He'd wanted to act, to do, entertain. He loved to sing, to learn.
And he'd nearly collapsed his own house at the age of ten. Cracks running up walls, when he'd gotten angry at his mother over some infraction he couldn't even remember.
They'd kept him, though. A lot of kids like him, their parents found ways of getting rid of them. Not always ways that kept the kids alive. But he'd learned to control himself, even when he was angry.
He was a human vibrator, as Kyuhyun liked to put it. It wasn't entirely untrue. Kyuhyun had been part of the team when Zhou Mi had joined. Dark eyed, sulky mouthed, he had more humor in him than half the team combined. Quite possibly the softest heart. They'd been on only two missions together, when he'd seen Kyuhyun rescuing children from a damaged school.
Kyuhyun's power was flight. And he'd flown through tears that day.
But there was friction, when Kyuhyun wanted things to go his way, when his idea he thought was the best. And their leader didn't take very kindly to Kyuhyun's musings. For all Kyuhyun was smart, his ideas were sometimes risky.
Though there were times, when things were falling apart around them, when Kyuhyun's ideas were the only thing that saved them.
Kyuhyun invaded Zhou Mi's room with regularity, claiming it calmed him with its little water fountain. The truth was, he liked Zhou Mi's bed better. Best when Zhou Mi was in it.
It had been a terrible idea to start up a relationship with a teammate, but much like finding out he had an unwanted power, it had been just as irreversible.
Kyuhyun scowled, and flopped himself over Zhou Mi's bed. "When he gets angry, he says I need to learn to submit. That maybe you need to give me a hand."
"I say you'd need to want to." Kyuhyun frowned at him, and Zhou Mi just shrugged. "You've always had a knack for defying authority without it getting you in much trouble. But everyone still knows. But letting someone else take control is different."
"Wait, so you're okay with giving up control in bed?"
"It depends on the person I'm with. If I trust them. If I know they can control their power."
Kyuhyun cocked his head. "They? How many of us have you slept with?"
"Of the people you know? Only you, and none since you. But the world is bigger than just this place."
None others, since their first desperate kiss in the group showers. He could see the relief in Kyuhyun's eyes, even if he tried to hide it. They had been together almost a year, but Kyuhyun still occasionally suffered from what Zhou Mi could only call doubt. It troubled him, troubled both of them. He needed Kyuhyun to believe in him, and he'd done nothing to warrant suspicion.
"Why do you bring it up?" Zhou Mi asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking Kyuhyun's ankle.
"It just made me think. When we're in bed, we share stuff. I do what you want, because I know you like it. You do what I want, too. We're selfish but we still give a little. I want to know what it's like if you take control."
"You think that's going to make you a better teammate?" And the question was cautious. Zhou Mi didn't want to say no, but he needed to know where the request was coming from.
"No, I think I'm not changing there. And the sex is good anyway, but it just made me think about trying it. If we don't like it, we don't like it. I trust you."
Kyuhyun folded in the last sentence like it was nothing, but it was like a blow to his diaphragm. He might possibly have squeaked, listing to the side and trying to gather himself.
"Unless you don't want it."
Zhou Mi held up a hand. "I'll give you anything. At least once. But we do it my way. You tell me to stop, we stop. You tell me what to do, we stop. Okay?"
Kyuhyun trusted him. They were words. But they meant something. He knew Kyuhyun loved him. Kyuhyun told him with some regularity, and he could tell by the way Kyuhyun treated him, touched him.
But Kyuhyun nodded. "Okay. So what do I do?"
Zhou Mi was already one step ahead. His only thought was instinct, as he took a spare cushion from his closet, and put it at the edge of the bed.
"Kneel," Zhou Mi said. "Take off your shirt, but push down your pants. Get hard. I'll get ready."
Watching Kyuhyun slide off the bed, had him cupping the front of his uniform pants. Getting hard for him, wasn't going to be an issue. Kyuhyun's shirt was discarded, tossed to the side, and his belt buckle jangled as he undid it. Zhou Mi could see the scars left from Kyuhyun's childhood when he'd tested his flight, flown too far - and nearly broken himself. The heavy breathing he heard had him turning from his dresser where he kept the spare lube.
"Hey, don't come before we start," Zhou Mi complained.
His shirt joined Kyuhyun's, his knees falling on either side of Kyuhyun's legs. And he was mostly hard as he opened his own pants, staring at Kyuhyun's ass and knowing what it felt like to the touch, or to be inside of it.
"Hands on the bed," Zhou Mi told him.
And because he needed the connection, he draped himself against Kyuhyun, his chest to Kyuhyun's back, arms along Kyuhyun's. He pressed kisses to Kyuhyun's neck, inhaling the scent of his skin, his hair. It centered him, grounded him. His friend, his lover. His boyfriend, even if Kyuhyun got a bit shifty and shy when the term got mentioned. They'd had sex just like that before, but it was different. He held the balance of power, until Kyuhyun demanded it back. And he wasn't going to abuse that.
"Don't move your hands. Don't tell me what to do," Zhou Mi reminded him. "But if you want to stop—"
"We'll stop. Got it," Kyuhyun said.
As long as they were clear. Kyuhyun tilted his head to the side, briefly trapping Zhou Mi's head against his shoulder. And it was as good as a hug. Reassurance. Kyuhyun wanted it. Wanted him. Not so much what they were doing, but that they were doing it together. That was his thought, anyway. And what he hoped Kyuhyun thought as well.
He rocked against Kyuhyun's body, sucking a mark into his shoulder with lips and teeth. Not the largest, not the smallest, but Kyuhyun would feel it.
He knew where Kyuhyun was sensitive, the skin on the underside of his arms, the sides of his ribcage, the slope of his belly. He kept pressing kisses to Kyuhyun's skin as he touched. Feeling Kyuhyun shiver, goosebumps raise. Stroking the sides of his hips, curling fingers around his hipbones.
And as he watched Kyuhyun's hands grip the blanket, he felt for the frequency of his fingers, letting the hum of his power rise. The barest vibration of two fingers up the length of Kyuhyun's erection.
"Oh. Zhou Mi."
It made him smile, almost as much as the cool of the lube, and the warmth of Kyuhyun's body did. He loved it when Kyuhyun said his name. Loved his reaction to any intrusion, fingers or otherwise. The way his neck bent, the inhale, the arching of his back. They already knew the ways they fit. Except maybe when he straddled Kyuhyun's hips and Kyuhyun laughed because he had too much leg. Kyuhyun inside him, Kyuhyun under him. Kyuhyun at his mercy. They were adding that. Kyuhyun was tied by nothing but his own mind, and Zhou Mi knew it as he gripped Kyuhyun's hips, and seated himself. It was giving, tight and warm, and Kyuhyun was in no pain.
That was the extent that he knew. The sigh Kyuhyun sighed was relief. Because he expected relief. He was partly correct. At least, as long as Zhou Mi could hold out.
He moved against Kyuhyun, an experiment in sensation, ringing his hand to give something for Kyuhyun to rub against. He wanted Kyuhyun hard, wanted him to beg. Wanted him to feel as he'd asked to be shown - the lack of control. It was in Zhou Mi's hands, almost quite literally, when he would come.
It was something they could explore. Not diving in headfirst, but testing.
But it thrilled him to be able to tease. To feel Kyuhyun's body bracing against his movements, to speed until he was panting, only to slow down when it got too much. With his hand still around Kyuhyun, he let the humming start again. Slow, steady strokes. The vibrations of his fingers.
Kyuhyun's breathing had gotten labored again, deep sucking breaths, glimpses of a parted mouth.
"Faster. Go faster, Zhou Mi," Kyuhyun said, bumping his hips back.
For a moment, Zhou Mi almost thought of complying. He wanted it, knew Kyuhyun wanted it. There was no reason not to.
Until he remembered his rule. No demands. Zhou Mi was in control.
So he slowed further, lightening his touch.
"No! I said faster."
It was almost physically painful to slow again, the slow friction. Every centimeter of skin passing. Kyuhyun's sound of denial was immediate too, trying to thrust into Zhou Mi's hand.
"No. What do I have to do?"
"Ask," Zhou Mi said, and almost shuddered as Kyuhyun moaned.
"Like what? Like… Please jerk me off faster?"
Zhou Mi's hand sped up.
And his hips continued the torturous slide.
"Please fuck me faster. Fuck. Please."
Kyuhyun caught on quickly. The embarrassment of pleading buried beneath the need for more, quicker. He was hard, and his lust was high, and he wanted to come, and at Zhou Mi's mercy.
If Kyuhyun only knew how badly Zhou Mi wanted to come right then, he might not have been pleading. It was more painful for him, he thought, than it ever could be for Kyuhyun.
His fist slid down, every time his hips came up, as though he were driving Kyuhyun's body into someone else's.
And he truly couldn't do it any more. His whole body vibrating, both with power and with need, and Kyuhyun cried out, the sound loud in the small room, and the tone of it shooting straight down his body.
"Please, Zhou Mi. Please, oh. Fuck. Please don't stop. Please. Fuck, Zhou Mi. Please, make me come?"
He almost whined the answer, trying to keep himself from breaking apart. "Yes."
Kyuhyun's whine was low, body shaking, as he came over Zhou Mi's fist. He could smell it, Kyuhyun, desperation, giving in. He'd caused that, as he'd caused it hundreds of other times. And Kyuhyun moaned his name.
And knowing Kyuhyun was trembling for him, sent him past the edge. The high seemed to go forever, until it stuttered, fell, and left him gasping. He moved, loving the feel of Kyuhyun's body, until he couldn't any more. Settling instead for holding Kyuhyun's sides, and leaning against his back. That was his favorite place.
"Holy shit," Kyuhyun gasped, cheek on the bed.
"Yeah," Zhou Mi said, and let his forehead stick, wet, on Kyuhyun's shoulder.
"Am I going to be able to walk tomorrow?"
"Are we going to be able to stand up?" Zhou Mi countered.
He could hear Kyuhyun smacking his lips and reluctantly looked up. "So, can I try next time?"
A shiver went down his spine, and Zhou Mi lowered his head with a laugh.
***
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Date: 2012-06-27 09:54 am (UTC)It was truly a pleasure to see the notice of these in my inbox.
Smut Qmi is always lovely. Not sure if there is a favorite among them , mostly becauee I loved them all. I enjoy falling in love with /sharing a love with them everytime. Though I will say that the writing of the Pride and Prejudice bit was exceptional for the keeping of the tone of the time. That was neat.
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Date: 2012-08-05 08:23 pm (UTC)I love Pride and Prejudice so much. ;;;; And, well. >.> Just imagining them in waistcoats, all prim and proper, but really good looking. ;;;; Overcoming their differences. XD~~ <3<3
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