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coley_merrinTitle: Kyuhyun or Zhou Mi related smut prompts
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairings: Sungmin/Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, Eunhyuk/Zhou Mi, Liu Chao/Zhou Mi, Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, Heechul/Kyuhyun, Changmin/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Various smutlets with prompt info marked before each one, so pay attention!
A/N: These haven't been edited besides my own eyes trying, so please excuse any mistakes.
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Prompt: Sungmin/Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun - sungmin wants in on the action he can overhear nearly every night
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It wasn’t like they were easy to ignore. Almost every time they got together, there were locked doors, and sounds. Random thuds, laughter. Kyuhyun wasn’t quiet about it, and he was usually the first one to make a noise. A moan, saying Zhou Mi’s name. And it wasn’t any lullaby in Kyuhyun’s voice.
As though that were bad enough, there was Zhou Mi. His gasps were audible from yards away, through walls, and then there were the high-pitched noises. Sometimes surprise, sometimes just pure pleasure. The surprise, Sungmin always figured, came after Kyuhyun bit him. Kyuhyun would be a biter.
He caught the quick kisses in the halls, but they were generally pretty good at confining themselves to the bedroom.
Just not everything.
He could’ve been subtle about it, tried to seduce one of them, but that seemed like a recipe for breaking up what was actually a good thing. He had eyes in addition to ears. Zhou Mi’s grin when he saw Kyuhyun was practically a renewable energy source, and Kyuhyun didn’t go docile for just anyone.
He’d have felt like a jerk trying to wedge in. Straightforward was the way to go, and that meant putting his ass on Kyuhyun’s bed in nothing but an old t-shirt and a pair of faded old shorts, and getting a Kyuhyun in the doorway staring at him in confusion.
And a Zhou Mi bumping into Kyuhyun’s backside a second later.
“You need something?” Kyuhyun asked, cautious. Having someone on his bed uninvited was usually a bad sign, Sungmin took it. Not something that was getting Kyuhyun laid.
“Close the door,” Sungmin said. “I have a question. Zhou Mi, too.”
Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun shuffled, almost as a unit, before Zhou Mi broke away to fiddle with the lamp, as though Sungmin had made a mistake in asking him to stay.
Kyuhyun’s eyebrows were high, waiting.
“So, I wondered if you ever thought of having a threesome?”
Kyuhyun’s jaw dropped first, and when Zhou Mi caught his meaning, his wasn’t far behind.
***
It wasn’t a bomb to drop and then just expect an answer. Sungmin left right after, when Kyuhyun had clarified, “With you?”
Of course with him. He was there asking, as if he would’ve been for anyone else.
Zhou Mi had swallowed about a dozen times in the space of thirty seconds, and Sungmin had hope.
They’d have time to talk it through. He thought the fact that they could say no was pretty much implicit in the fact that it was a question, not a demand.
Perhaps it was payback, when he stopped in his own doorway to see Zhou Mi lazily sprawled on his bed.
“Hi?” Sungmin said, not really expecting Zhou Mi there.
“Hi,” Kyuhyun said from his right, making him jerk.
“Close the door,” Zhou Mi said, and smiled from the bed.
Oh.
Oh.
They had to forgive him, as his brain had fled, and his blood was not raging to catch it.
“He’s acting like we beat him over the head and dragged him into this,” Kyuhyun complained, shoving at Sungmin’s shoulder as he got to the bed.
“As long as he hasn’t changed his mind,” Zhou Mi said, head cocked cutely to the side.
“No. I just…didn’t know you were going to want it.”
“We’ve discussed it a few times,” Kyuhyun said, sending a look to Zhou Mi from the side. “It’s been a while since we…”
Sungmin’s eyebrows rose. “Wait, you’ve done it with someone else before?”
“We can’t really say,” Zhou Mi demurred as Kyuhyun was animatedly mouthing “HEN-RY.”
As though that helped the thoughts he had left. Apparently they were more adventurous than he’d thought. Or even hoped.
“He’s greedy,” Kyuhyun said, gesturing again to Zhou Mi. “Get naked. He wants to suck you.”
It was like punches to his ribs, as Kyuhyun’s attention turned from him entirely, instead unbuttoning and tugging at Zhou Mi’s shorts. Zhou Mi’s shirt was on the floor before Sungmin could even fumble with his zipper, and Zhou Mi was reaching for him.
Turned out, having his crotch squeezed by Zhou Mi was every bit as nice as he’d thought it would be. Gurgling in his throat as he watched Zhou Mi grope him. And when he looked to Kyuhyun for acceptance, validation, something, Kyuhyun was already lazily bobbing his mouth on Zhou Mi’s stiffening penis.
“Guh,” he said, and it sounded like Kyuhyun snorted.
“Shirt,” Zhou Mi said, and he coordinated himself to remove that as Zhou Mi shoved down his underwear for him. If Zhou Mi had been able to, Sungmin thought he might have pulled him onto the bed by his erection. But as much as his brain was screaming SUCK, Zhou Mi made it to his mouth first. Long fingers on his neck, until he’d almost slammed his own chin into Zhou Mi’s.
He didn’t excel at doing two things at once, so his hand flopped uselessly onto Zhou Mi’s stomach. Unable to even process that it was Zhou Mi’s jaw under his hand, lips that he’d admired catching at his. Or the tingle up his spine as Zhou Mi’s tongue teased his, and Zhou Mi’s hand wrapped neatly around him and began to stroke.
“Okay Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi said, and moved so Sungmin could ease onto the bed beside him. Teasing him, leading him with kisses, friction, like a breadcrumb trail. And then the warmth was gone, Sungmin’s eyes opening at the changing bodies. And it was Kyuhyun beside him, and Zhou Mi moving down between his legs.
“Hi,” Kyuhyun said.
“You said that already.”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “Touch,” he said, and moved Sungmin’s fingers toward his groin. “And enjoy. He’s good at this.”
He didn’t have to ask what. What to do, or what Zhou Mi was good at. And his moan was muffled against Kyuhyun’s lips as Zhou Mi’s tongue took a broad, wet, lick, and rolled a condom down him.
Good was an understatement. He’d just been kissing that mouth, and it was wrapped around him. Warm tongue, determined lips. The hum from Zhou Mi’s throat, and fondling fingers. It undid him, floundering at Kyuhyun’s kisses, Kyuhyun’s hand moving Sungmin’s when Sungmin couldn’t possibly do it on his own. His other hand was trapped against Kyuhyun’s chest, and that was not the way he’d expected it to go. He’d expected to pursue, maybe tease, not for them to completely undo him.
“We’ll make you feel good,” Kyuhyun promised, his voice mellow and low, like a caress.
And then he tweaked Sungmin’s nipple and made him squeak.
Zhou Mi’s head was pushed away by Kyuhyun’s hand, and that brought protest.
“Our way this time,” Kyuhyun said, and gave Sungmin a tantalizing glimpse of his ass waggling. All the nerves from fingers to cock twitched.
And again, the rearranging. But this time, there was no one beside him. Zhou Mi was nudging him up further, helping him to lift his knees. And Kyuhyun was squirting something into Zhou Mi’s hand.
“Oh,” he said, his brain working too slow to stop himself.
And Zhou Mi sucked a red mark into Sungmin’s thigh as a slick finger slid inside him.
He’d always admired those hands. Or had he said that already. And Zhou Mi looked up at him.
“Have you done this before?”
“You think he’d have asked us otherwise?” Kyuhyun asked, amused, from behind Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi twisted his head back. “I don’t know! Even if he had, it doesn’t mean—“
“I have!” Sungmin interrupted, trying to derail any arguments that kept him from getting laid.
He had. He had, and he didn’t care which man on the bed fucked him, as long as someone did, and he got to come in the process.
“Mm,” Zhou Mi moaned, and Sungmin realized that Kyuhyun was doing to Zhou Mi, just exactly what Zhou Mi was doing to him. And it wasn’t so much that Zhou Mi was making him slick in preparation, it was that he was teasing him. Watching his erection twitch and kissing it. Just enough to make him hiss. Not enough to do anything more.
“Not yet. Soon,” Zhou Mi promised. “Are you okay?”
“Do it,” Sungmin said, and would have lifted his hips had his legs been cooperating instead of sprawled and boneless.
Zhou Mi and the condom. Zhou Mi pressing against him. Sure he’d done it, but it’d been a while. But it wasn’t like he’d forgotten what it was like to have a man sliding into him. He’d wanted to fuck Kyuhyun, hell, he’d wanted to bend Zhou Mi over and wrench every sound from him, but he was fully on board.
And Zhou Mi was fully in him. Smiling, carefully breathing. Taking a couple of shallow thrusts as Kyuhyun gripped Zhou Mi’s sides.
“You’d like him in you, too,” Zhou Mi said, voice a bit thin. Sungmin didn’t doubt that. He bet it would’ve felt different with either on their own. He didn’t even really get Zhou Mi’s own rhythm, as Zhou Mi worked with Kyuhyun’s hips.
The slide and retreat. The touching. Hands wandering Zhou Mi’s chest, the breadth of his shoulders, his neck. Zhou Mi moving into the touches like a cat, soft sighs, lingering kisses while they stole each other’s breath. His hands intersected Kyuhyun’s at times, as Kyuhyun too touched Zhou Mi. Fingers tangling over Zhou Mi’s ribs, sensitive sides of his fingers being stimulated until it felt like Kyuhyun was giving him a handjob without ever touching him.
And Kyuhyun pressed Zhou Mi down, leaning over him, taking a higher pace that wrangled moans from all of them.
“Kyuhyun, that feels so good,” Zhou Mi moaned in Sungmin’s ear.
For a moment, he felt almost like a sex toy in the midst of two lovers.
“Then come,” Kyuhyun half ordered, half gasped. “I want to feel you. Make him feel good.”
Him. Him, Sungmin. Him, that Zhou Mi’s lips pressed wet kisses across his cheek before claiming his mouth. Him that Zhou Mi moaned against. It was his name that Zhou Mi whispered, when he stroked Sungmin inside and out. His name when he lifted Sungmin’s hips and made him moan. That energized him. That had him clinging to Zhou Mi’s shoulder, straining up to meet him. Need was impossible to deny, and he heard Kyuhyun’s panting. The sound of body against body against body. Unbearably hot, unbearably good and Zhou Mi was watching him.
The hint of a smile on those red-kissed lips as Zhou Mi stroked him, quick and tight.
And he came. The force of it moving Zhou Mi, and they both held on. Voices some cascade in the back of his orgasm. Zhou Mi. Kyuhyun. Zhou Mi’s fucking hand, and Zhou Mi gasping, those sounds, as he came, too. The sounds he’d heard and wanted, above him. Zhou Mi spilling into the condom inside of him. And still the shuddered and shook because Kyuhyun hadn’t stopped, still reaching for his own pleasure.
“Talk dirty,” Zhou Mi whispered, before nibbling at Sungmin’s neck.
“I want to fuck you,” Sungmin blurted, the confession half out of his addled mind. “While Zhou Mi sucks you, and you have to beg to come. You keep teasing with that ass. I want to fuck Zhou Mi while you watch, but he’ll moan for you, and—“
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun moaned. “Fuck, fuck.”
Kyuhyun’s mouth, gorgeous, full, dropped open soundlessly, eyes tightly closed. And then he was moaning his orgasm into Zhou Mi’s back, as Zhou Mi giggled, a soft, satisfied sound.
The pulling apart was much less fun than the locking together, as Zhou Mi slide aside.
“Are you moving?” Kyuhyun asked Zhou Mi.
“No.”
And it was more a plaintive moan near his chest, and Sungmin didn’t really hear more after that.
He realized only belatedly, sticky, flakey, and a bit stiff, with two men squeezed on his bed, that Kyuhyun had said “this time.”
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Prompt: Eunhyuk/Zhou Mi - in which hyukjae and zhou mi have left the other members to go shopping and maybe get each other off in the changing rooms
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“Fans are making fun,” Hyukjae said. “And you know how the others are.”
Zhou Mi sent an amused look in Hyukjae’s direction. They were sorting through shirts in the back of an upscale clothes store. It had been one of those freak shopping trips where the worlds aligned and instead of going out alone - which he was happy to do on some days - he actually got a shopping partner. They had gotten closer, so much more comfortable, since Hyukjae had been part of SJM. The fact that their birthdays were close together had something to do with that as well. Of course, Siwon made a great icebreaker.
It wasn’t the first time they’d been out shopping together, but it made Zhou Mi no less happy, almost humming as he held up a pair of jeans. Far too short. As usual. There was a certain part of the attention from his clothes that Hyukjae liked. But if there was one thing that Zhou Mi liked, it was shopping for clothes
“The others wish they could pull off what you wear with as much confidence,” Zhou Mi swore. And the rest were glad they hadn’t chosen those clothes, or hadn’t been afflicted with them.
Hyukjae’s look was a tad below belief. Well, it was true. There were definitely looks that Zhou Mi wished he could pull off. And Hyukjae was proportionate in all the right ways, he thought, giving Hyukjae a once-over he thought was subtle.
And Hyukjae snorted at him. “I know, I know. I want your legs, you want my body.”
Zhou Mi ducked on the pretense of checking a size, to hide his flaming face. Yeah, not how he’d have phrased it. Envious of. Everyone had a different vision in their head of what the ideal man should look like, and Siwon and Hyukjae just kind of fit. Rationally he knew people were attracted to his body type too, but that didn’t keep him from wishing he fit more into his ideal. But Hyukjae knew his feelings, in all ways.
Though, at least he didn’t have to wear shoe lifts. There was that.
Hyukjae would’ve smacked him if he’d ever said that out loud.
And another nice thing was that he got to look.
And he thought he was being so subtle, too, as they browsed, and picked up items. He could usually eyeball what would fit him or not, and he skidded past Hyukjae’s eyes when he watched Hyukjae hold a shirt up to his body. Clearly he was failing on all counts.
“I think I need to try a couple of these on,” Hyukjae said, raising his eyebrows, waggling them, and motioning for Zhou Mi to follow.
The store was fairly quiet, midday, but not entirely. Hyukjae led him to a changing room in the back, the attendants not interfering.
“Did you want me to—“
Wait, he’d been about so suggest, but Hyukjae ushered him in ahead of him and hung his choices on the wall.
“Too much work to come get your opinion,” Hyukjae said, grinning. And Zhou Mi was glad Hyukjae’s head was covered as Hyukjae lifted off his shirt. Because it gave him a full moment to compose his face, watching the muscles of Hyukjae’s back flex and move under his skin.
Mental images for privacy, that’s what those were.
“What about this?” Hyukjae asked, slipping into a button-up shirt, faintly checked, and red. Red was a very nice color on him, and Zhou Mi hummed.
“It’s good. Can be dressed up or just casual.”
Hyukjae hummed, and Zhou Mi decided it was the cruelest form of torture, stepping back and letting Hyukjae change into another. The material was black, and the fit a bit closer to the body as Hyukjae did up a couple of buttons.
The sound Zhou Mi mad was supposed to be agreement that it looked good. Instead, it sounded a bit like lust.
He was sinking in it, even as Hyukjae looked at him.
“We have time.”
They did. The door was locked, and the floor not far away as he knelt in front of Hyukjae. If they were in private, and they were so infrequently in a private place, he’d have leaned in, teased Hyukjae for a kiss. But that wasn’t the kind of time they had. Or the place. Arguable it wasn’t the place for popping Hyukjae’s fly, either, but as long as they were quiet…
He would’ve liked to have drawn all the sounds he could have. But he settled for Hyukjae’s quiet “yeah” and kissing the skin he exposed. Near to one hipbone to the other, feeling Hyukjae’s body draw up tight against his fingers in anticipation. And then, letting his lips draw Hyukjae in.
When he turned his head, out of the corner of his eye he could see Hyukjae watching them in the mirror with mouth parted.
But there wasn’t time to savor. He let his cheeks hollow as his head drew back, heard Hyukjae’s soft squeak. A warning squeeze to his hip, and Zhou Mi began to suck in earnest, his tongue sliding, teasing. Getting Hyukjae hard and keeping him that way. Feeling Hyukjae begin to pant, impossibly fluid hips restless with the bobbing of Zhou Mi’s head. He wanted to wet a finger, slide it into Hyukjae’s ass, but couldn’t risk the sound. He massaged Hyukjae’s balls instead, stroking behind them, humming in encouragement.
Hyukjae hissed, his hands catching Zhou Mi’s head just a bit roughly between them.
“Can I?” Hyukjae asked, his voice harsh but quiet. It wasn’t as though they had to be silent. Silence was as suspicious as them being loud was.
But Zhou Mi knew what Hyukjae was asking, and knew he could take Hyukjae deep - almost to the limit - without danger. And he nodded and pressed his lips as far down Hyukjae’s cock as he could go, and then back, as a guide.
And then he didn’t have to move, because Hyukjae’s hands held his head as his hips flexed and tightened. Fucking Zhou Mi’s mouth, Zhou Mi’s tongue thrashing with every stroke. Softly moaning his encouragement, staring up Hyukjae’s body at the straining abs and chest beginning to gleam with sweat.
His mouth was going to be a mess, swollen and sore, but he didn’t care as Hyukjae sped up, jerked, gasped. And then he was rolling semen over his tongue, great shots of it as Hyukjae’s body shuddered. Using his fingers to stroke out what was left, as he gently sucked.
A satisfying swallow as Hyukjae slipped from his mouth, his hands still tight on Zhou Mi’s head. And Zhou Mi wishing he could’ve just come in his pants. It would’ve been preferable to the aching tightness he was experiencing.
“You should definitely buy that shirt,” Zhou Mi told him, standing up and steadying himself with a hand on Hyukjae’s shoulder.
Hyukjae laughed, breathless, endearing. And he looked down Zhou Mi’s body for a moment, before reaching out with two fingers to touch. Zhou Mi hissed, and his body throbbed.
“I’ll buy it fast. Then let’s find another dressing room so we can find you one.”
And I can return the favor.
Best shopping trip ever.
***
Prompt: Liu Chao/Zhou Mi - birthday
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All his gifts were opened, a video taken by Liu Chao as they sat together on the floor. He half wished he’d put on pants under his bathrobe, since it was chillier than he’d been expecting. He shuffled up, tucking things away, draping what he could display. Little tokens of love from his fans, people he knew. People who loved him. It made him smile. Never alone.
“Selca time. You remember how?”
He narrowed his eyes, but all he got in return was Liu Chao waving the koala-festooned blue lightstick at him from beside the bed, holding the Mario mushroom like a beach ball. At least until Zhou Mi was shoved onto the bed with it, Liu Chao making for the door.
“Wait there.”
One manager later, and Liu Chao on the bed with him, and they had their pictures.
“What are you doing with that?” Zhou Mi asked, craning his head to see after their manager had left with admonishment that they sleep soon.
“Posting it,” Liu Chao said, his voice half of a threat. “But later, because—“
The ipad was set aside, arm slung around his chest, ringing his arms and holding him.
“Happy birthday.” It was said against his ear, but Zhou Mi didn’t have time to shudder, or maybe he did anyway as lips pressed half on his cheek.
And just under his ear.
And against his neck.
“I think he said sleep early,” Zhou Mi tried to joke. But it kind of came out breathless.
“Up to you,” Liu Chao said, worming his hand inside the robe and under Zhou Mi’s shirt. “You want to sleep?”
Oh. Maybe that was why he hadn’t put on pants.
“You never ask, so. But I’ll expect two on mine.”
“How does that work?” Zhou Mi laughed, as Liu Chao straddled his legs, pulling open the ties of his robe, and batting aside the mushroom.
No, he never asked, because they were so eagerly given. Maybe he’d have been apprehensive about that, had it not started with so many stolen kisses, and Liu Chao snugged to his back.
“Please,” Zhou Mi said, and Liu Chao smiled up at him.
Please, to hook into the waistband of his underwear. And please, to breathe warm against his stomach, a path down his body while his brain swiftly came on board. Liu Chao’s fingers were big, but his touch was gentle. If he had learned anything, it was that there was nothing like having the man you wanted get hard against an eager mouth and hands. He’d had that pleasure himself. Slipping to his knees, and pushing apart Liu Chao’s thighs, and feeling that body go taut for him. If he wanted Zhou Mi twice on his birthday, he’d get no complaints. It was a gift he’d be glad to give.
Zhou Mi pinned and taken against the wall, Zhou Mi bent over him in bed, quick jerk-off sessions before schedules. Hours spent in free time exploring each other’s bodies, making love in his bed, watching movies and eating and shopping together.
There was joy when Liu Chao smiled at him, like there was joy in him stroking Zhou Mi hard, wet by his own mouth. Some kind of adoration that quaked him inside, like when Liu Chao’s hand moved and his eyes came up to admire Zhou Mi’s expressions.
“Am I doing something right?” Liu Chao teased.
“If you have to ask,” Zhou Mi said, unable to modulate his voice. Especially as soft lips dipped to rub against the sensitive tip, and then part so that his tongue could take over. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
And without letting go, mouth carefully poised, Liu Chao shrugged off his jacket. And the sleeveless shirt under it had been exactly what Zhou Mi had been expecting. Liu Chao was proud of those arms and he had to say he was very, very fond of them. It made him want to touch.
He could tell by the way that Liu Chao was rocking that he was rubbing against Zhou Mi’s leg. Why he hadn’t urged Zhou Mi’s thighs open, clearly. Zhou Mi didn’t mind. Had it been any other time, he’d have urged Liu Chao to turn, so they could moan and suck together.
But it was a gift, Liu Chao was adamant. And so Zhou Mi watched himself disappear into Liu Chao’s mouth, his cheeks hollowing. He reached, touched Liu Chao’s hair, and got a growl for it. Not to interrupt. Well, then. He’d remember that when it was his turn. But he couldn’t say he minded. His only purpose then, was to feel. The tease and press of Liu Chao’s tongue, the press of his lips, and stroke of his fingers. Wet sounds as his body was adored, Liu Chao wanting to give him a singular moment of pleasure, something unforgettable and that no one else could give.
Something he wanted from no one else, as he sighed, head falling back as he tried to keep his hips steady. But it was so difficult, almost squirming as Liu Chao teased him with steady pressure, before breathing against him with teasing licks.
All he had were streams of words like “feels good” and “yes, like that.” Forgetting himself, “Ah! Chao—“
Zhou Mi felt the smile around him. And the swallow. And the hum. And as Liu Chao’s fingers and mouth moved faster, so did Liu Chao’s hips. Liu Chao’s breathing was harsh, and it was as though…Yes. Permission. Encouragement. His breath trembled out, quick and shallow, almost a whimper on his voice as he gripped the blanket and sweated into his bathrobe. Permission, but not too fast. Encouragement, but only as long as Zhou Mi’s body rose sharp and slow, so he was half begging for it on panted breaths, staring at what he could see of Liu Chao’s face, remembering when Liu Chao had been on his back and Zhou Mi had—
It gripped him too quick, too tight, gasping, groaning as he came for Liu Chao. Between the sucking lips, the quick strokes. That slowed as his thighs trembled, and his body rocked. He was smiling, panting, and his eyes went wide as Liu Chao groaned, his lead lowering - coming just from rubbing against Zhou Mi. It made his body take a gentle, if presently uninterested, throb. And Liu Chao breathed against his hip for a couple of minutes as Zhou Mi finally got to rub his hand over Liu Chao’s hair. Soothing, thanking.
And he was still smiling as Liu Chao walked forward on his knees, gripping the collar of Zhou Mi’s robe.
“So?”
“A good gift,” Zhou Mi credited him. And flirted with his eyes.
“Good,” Liu Chao said. And kissed him, tongue spreading any lingering taste, sweet and slow. “Happy birthday.”
***
Prompt: Leeteuk/Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun as needy but dominant bottom. Like, "You should use me. Now," type thing. And play up their age difference.
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“You’re late,” Kyuhyun said.
Leeteuk stopped inside of his door, and then hastily shut it behind himself. There, spread out on his nice white sheets was. Well. A naked Kyuhyun.
“Anyone could’ve walked in,” he said, locking the door for good measure.
“Yeah, but they didn’t.”
And as if to punctuate his point, Kyuhyun pumped his already hard cock as though wondering what Leeteuk was waiting for.
All he’d wanted before walking in the door was a shower, but the tug and flood of heat to his own cock made him toss aside his bag. What Kyuhyun wanted, Kyuhyun didn’t always get.
But there were times he didn’t want to say no.
No point in showering before sex, when he had a man in his bed naked, hard, and waiting. When they’d started this - what ever this was - he’d had all sorts of reservations. If they had a falling out, how young Kyuhyun was. He licked his lips and stared down Kyuhyun’s body. He’d come to realize that having a younger man in his bed, one who seemed almost constantly aroused, wasn’t a bad deal after all.
And he liked to think that his, ah, wisdom and experience brought something as well. The problem was, Kyuhyun’s wit didn’t shut off at the bedroom door, and if anything his guards dropped further.
There wasn’t anything like having a twinge from his healing back mid-thrust, and having Kyuhyun moan, “Oh, Grandpa,” into his ear.
He’d been obligated to exhaust Kyuhyun into a slumbering pile of flesh after that.
Too long to see eye to eye. Too long until Kyuhyun had become something he needed. And he had become something Kyuhyun demanded.
It worked. He didn’t have to ask Kyuhyun how long he’d been waiting because he was too busy stripping.
There were the needy times, when he most felt his age. When Kyuhyun pushed up into his kiss and almost whimpered, when his control fractured and he begged. Kyuhyun tasted of tea, tongue insistent, breath blasted against his cheek as Kyuhyun fought him.
“Hurry.”
He slid over Kyuhyun’s body, Kyuhyun’s eyes almost unnaturally bright and eager. He ground his erection against Kyuhyun’s, felt the gasp, the twitch of Kyuhyun’s thighs.
“You should be more patient,” he chided as Kyuhyun hauled him closer with both arms.
Kyuhyun’s teeth latched into his shoulder for a moment before he all but purred, “Maybe when I’m older. You should be less patient.”
And before Leeteuk could do so much as think of a scold, Kyuhyun had begun to pout, face going sulky and smug because he knew he had won.
“That’s what I have you for.” And he paused, mouth going a bit dry at the wet he found between Kyuhyun’s thighs. “You were a busy boy.”
“I told you, I was waiting.” Not brazen, eyes on the ceiling. And Leeteuk picturing Kyuhyun on his bed, fingering himself and waiting for Leeteuk to get there.
“You’ll have to show me sometime.” Not then. Then, he was getting into Kyuhyun, fast. Ripping the condom, rolling it on. Trying not to make himself come remembering the time when Kyuhyun had rolled one on him one time with his mouth. Picturing Kyuhyun’s mouth around his cock, grinning even then as he looked up at Leeteuk, not the the best way to make things last.
Not that Kyuhyun seemed interested in making it last. The low moan as Leeteuk slid into his body, tight, slick, giving. The way his nails scratched up Leeteuk’s spine.
Kyuhyun got his way with cuteness, got his way with demands. Harder, faster, more, Leeteuk, do it. All the while touching himself.
There were too many best parts.
But if he had to pick one he replayed when he jerked off alone, the one behind Kyuhyun’s demands was when he gripped Kyuhyun’s hips or grabbed his ass to steady himself. Driving into Kyuhyun, quick, fast. Kyuhyun grasping at the sheets, Leeteuk’s arms, strangled moans, cock jerking. Mouth open, words gone, all he could do was feel. And Leeteuk saw that through clenched teeth, labored breath, shaking sweat away from his eyes so he could see every expression on Kyuhyun’s face as the sensations moved him.
“You want me to…” A breath. “To take care of you?”
Kyuhyun’s fingers sliding to clamp onto the back of his neck told him yes.
Kyuhyun’s eyes nearly crossed when Leeteuk replaced Kyuhyun’s hand with his own. Cock still slick with lube, hard, the perfect fit for his hand, if not for his mouth. Just the way he liked it. A size thing.
Pale skin, even against his white sheets. They never discussed their scars. But still so pale. Perfect for him.
Perfect as Kyuhyun keened and arched and Leeteuk’s hand flew so he could watch Kyuhyun’s come splatter against his stomach.
The wild ride as he stared and wanted to lick it off, roll it against Kyuhyun’s tongue, kiss the flush from Kyuhyun’s chest and cheeks, whisper it was okay and all he had to do was come and it was right there, hands on Kyuhyun’s chest, watching his red mouth and panting his name. Kyuhyun’s fingers curled in his hair, tugged, and he was lost.
He wasn’t old, just older. The satisfied smile curving Kyuhyun’s lips wasn’t just satisfied, it was sexy. He was a good kid, and he’d done well being ready. Maybe he’d get a reward later for that. As soon as Leeteuk’s brain wasn’t high on sex Or at least, a little less high. He hadn’t quite managed to swallow Kyuhyun all the way. There was always next time.
There were no honorifics between them in bed, except if they were using them as insult, or endearment. Kyuhyun got shifty if things got too sweet, and he was usually too horny to care. After Kyuhyun was sated, they didn’t need words. That was when Kyuhyun stopped trying to push him around, and was content to nap against his chest, like he was right then. Murmuring, comfortable, and warm. And secure.
He wasn’t going to lie and say he liked that best, but he liked that a lot.
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Prompt: Heechul/Kyuhyun smut (bottom!Kyu)? Age difference, sex toys, or "you have to do what I say because I'm your hyung" type of thing?
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Kyuhyun knew how he’d gotten there.
Part of it was his fault, but there was part of it that definitely wasn’t.
As the buzzing toy inside of him went from low, to a high whine, sending his eyes rolling back, he knew which part wasn’t his fault. The toy was penis-shaped, but it did far from what a penis was meant to do. Except perhaps penetration. He heard a chuckle, and the bed shifted. A poke to his cheek had him reluctantly opening his eyes. Heechul, watching his every expression, wanting to know what Kyuhyun was feeling. Like some manga character performing experiments.
Okay, that was maybe a bit mean. What Heechul really wanted - really - was to know he was driving Kyuhyun insane with pleasure.
He vaguely remembered laughing and saying no to the toy, which was flesh-colored and weird. It even looked like a penis, a bit, though definitely nothing like his. Or Heechul’s for that matter.
And Heechul had been cagey on where he’d acquired it. Kyuhyun wondered if it was some foreign delivery, a toy specifically designed to torture Kyuhyun.
Heechul was really good at talking him into things.
Like the first time, when his knees had gone trembly when Heechul had looked at him. When he’d thought it was a joke, like all his secret erections centered on Heechul’s mouth were playing a trick on him. But there had been that time, and the time after, and the times when Heechul would face him on the bed with advice, patting his face and falling asleep to lazy kisses.
Heechul liked lording his age over him, and Kyuhyun understood why. All of them did it, to some extent. Didn’t mean it always worked, but for being someone who chafed under too much authority, Heechul had mastered the ways of getting around him. Kyuhyun had his height, his pleading eyes. Heechul had everything else.
Which was how “just once, for hyung,” ended up with him on his back with his own, very real, penis leaking onto his stomach as Heechul’s instrument of torture assaulted him from the inside.
And it felt too fucking good.
“Why are we not using this on you?” he asked, reaching to poke Heechul’s face in retaliation and getting easily avoided.
“Just seeing if it’s worth keeping around,” Heechul said, teasing. And his hair brushed Kyuhyun’s lifted knee.
Heechul was neither selfish, nor selfless. He’d confessed to loving Kyuhyun’s moans, and Kyuhyun shamelessly used that. He’d confessed to being weak to Heechul’s lips, smirking, smiling. Then the new one, wrapped around him.
The buzzing seemed to intensify and Kyuhyun squeaked. Not just for the sensation, but as his whole body jerked, Heechul pressed his lips to the very bottom of his erection. Pressing kisses to heated skin that nearly burned him, as Heechul teased him with his tongue. And the toy bucked, moved, Heechul’s hand sliding it deeper, and then drawing it out.
Trying to drive Kyuhyun crazy. Trying to make him grab Heechul’s head, was what he was trying to do, even though Kyuhyun had guaranteed he wouldn’t. No touching, just talking.
“You’re pretty like this,” Heechul offered, and then drove the air from Kyuhyun’s lungs by dragging his tongue over the sensitive head of his penis, and licking up the trails Kyuhyun’d left along his stomach. It meant Heechul’s cheek was rubbing him, and Kyuhyun was whining. Not really even knowing how to ask for more, but knowing he wanted it.
“That good?” Heechul asked. Smug. So smug.
And Kyuhyun really couldn’t help himself, when his thighs were restlessly moving apart, and his whole consciousness was focused below his hips.
“If you’re not careful, I’ll prefer that to you.”
Kyuhyun hadn’t know there was a setting higher than the one Heechul was using, but apparently so. His back arched, fingers grasping for purchase on the sheets.
And then nothing.
No more sound, no more vibrations, no more fake penis.
“I can do things it can’t,” Heechul told him.
Like fill the void, since Heechul had been already hard. Or scrape lines across his chest until he could bite at Kyuhyun’s nipples.
It didn’t matter how much vibration there had been, the numb feeling faded, and the rocking of Heechul’s hips had him gasping.
“Okay, you…proved your point,” Kyuhyun got out between breaths. And he was no longer content to hold the sheets. Hooking his arm behind Heechul’s neck and pulling him in. It changed the angle, allowed him to muffle his sounds in Heechul’s shoulder. He’d been teased long enough.
Heechul’s hands, he loved those too. Especially as one gripped him, stroked him.
“Feels good,” Heechul huffed into Kyuhyun’s ear, and made him shudder. “I think we’ll keep it, if it gets you this worked up.”
The sound he made wasn’t dignified, but Heechul’s hair was tickling his neck, and lips were teasing his ear, and Heechul’s hips weren’t slowing.
But it was the thought of the ways he could torture Heechul with the toy that took him from desperation to orgasm. Head thrashing forward and back, thrusting into Heechul’s hand with strangled breath and sound.
It was all he could do just to hold on as Heechul rocked. It was Heechul moving him, Heechul panting against his face, Heechul causing him to shudder and wonder if they would stop before Kyuhyun just melted or came again.
When Heechul came, it had Kyuhyun’s eyelids fluttering. His whole body aching, panting despite himself at Heechul’s moan. They were similar in ways, and others so different. He could grant that Heechul had learned a few things over the years. But a lot of things Kyuhyun had been there to experiment with him. There was that.
Heechul propped himself up, grinning down at Kyuhyun with nothing short of the utmost satisfaction. He opened his mouth to say something—
And it turned into laughter, as the fake penis fell off the bed and bounced.
Apparently it was saying they were done. For now.
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Prompt: Changmin/Kyuhyun: non-smutty, bittersweet, vulnerable Kyuhyun
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They’d had their fair share of trouble. Kyuhyun, with a group who hadn’t wanted him, fans who hadn’t needed him.
Nightmares of the crash.
Nightmares of the hospital.
Nightmares of what could’ve happened.
The things he’d missed, the things he’d lost. The people who hadn’t left him.
He’d been there when Changmin had been at his lowest. When he’d looked at Kyuhyun with eyes full of questions. Fear.
Anger.
Destroying several pillows, getting drunk. Being Changmin’s punching bag, emotionally anyway. Why. Why.
He’d carried that bitterness and despair with him, for Changmin, until it had touched his own group. Letting it boil and foment.
Changmin had been there to grasp his shoulders and say, “I understand.”
There was nothing they could do but go on, prove they were strong despite everything. They’d never been alone. That was something they could remember.
They shared a year, a month, astrological sign, everything.
He lorded the days he had on Changmin. Changmin lorded his height.
Horizontal, it didn’t matter. That was what he always said. When his head was buzzing, and his stomach ached from Changmin’s laughter. When he wanted more, more time, more days, and knew he couldn’t have it.
He missed his best friend. Both youngest, talented, tall. Gratuitous, the last, but it was true.
When his hand shoved Changmin’s and Changmin’s shoved back, and they said they’d see each other in a few months. Or whenever. Glued together on planes, seeing new countries, gaping at new fans.
The feeling was soft and warm, and sometimes sour.
He had the best times when he could grin across the stage, and there was a smile that he knew. For a few hours, they had that.
Changmin’s head heavy on his shoulder, the laptop whirring in his lap.
They were even, and they were hurt, and they had healed, and they had so far to go. And he never knew what the day after would be, or the next five minutes. The keys under his fingers, and Changmin’s name in his inbox, they grounded him.
Even when things were too fast, and too busy, and he grasped at nothing but air, and could do nothing but shove Changmin’s spare shirts aside in his dresser drawer.
They always squabbled for a while over who was holding who, shoving shoulders back and forth.
In the end, they curled face to face and held each other.
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Author: Coley Merrin
Pairings: Sungmin/Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, Eunhyuk/Zhou Mi, Liu Chao/Zhou Mi, Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, Heechul/Kyuhyun, Changmin/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Various smutlets with prompt info marked before each one, so pay attention!
A/N: These haven't been edited besides my own eyes trying, so please excuse any mistakes.
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Prompt: Sungmin/Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun - sungmin wants in on the action he can overhear nearly every night
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It wasn’t like they were easy to ignore. Almost every time they got together, there were locked doors, and sounds. Random thuds, laughter. Kyuhyun wasn’t quiet about it, and he was usually the first one to make a noise. A moan, saying Zhou Mi’s name. And it wasn’t any lullaby in Kyuhyun’s voice.
As though that were bad enough, there was Zhou Mi. His gasps were audible from yards away, through walls, and then there were the high-pitched noises. Sometimes surprise, sometimes just pure pleasure. The surprise, Sungmin always figured, came after Kyuhyun bit him. Kyuhyun would be a biter.
He caught the quick kisses in the halls, but they were generally pretty good at confining themselves to the bedroom.
Just not everything.
He could’ve been subtle about it, tried to seduce one of them, but that seemed like a recipe for breaking up what was actually a good thing. He had eyes in addition to ears. Zhou Mi’s grin when he saw Kyuhyun was practically a renewable energy source, and Kyuhyun didn’t go docile for just anyone.
He’d have felt like a jerk trying to wedge in. Straightforward was the way to go, and that meant putting his ass on Kyuhyun’s bed in nothing but an old t-shirt and a pair of faded old shorts, and getting a Kyuhyun in the doorway staring at him in confusion.
And a Zhou Mi bumping into Kyuhyun’s backside a second later.
“You need something?” Kyuhyun asked, cautious. Having someone on his bed uninvited was usually a bad sign, Sungmin took it. Not something that was getting Kyuhyun laid.
“Close the door,” Sungmin said. “I have a question. Zhou Mi, too.”
Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun shuffled, almost as a unit, before Zhou Mi broke away to fiddle with the lamp, as though Sungmin had made a mistake in asking him to stay.
Kyuhyun’s eyebrows were high, waiting.
“So, I wondered if you ever thought of having a threesome?”
Kyuhyun’s jaw dropped first, and when Zhou Mi caught his meaning, his wasn’t far behind.
***
It wasn’t a bomb to drop and then just expect an answer. Sungmin left right after, when Kyuhyun had clarified, “With you?”
Of course with him. He was there asking, as if he would’ve been for anyone else.
Zhou Mi had swallowed about a dozen times in the space of thirty seconds, and Sungmin had hope.
They’d have time to talk it through. He thought the fact that they could say no was pretty much implicit in the fact that it was a question, not a demand.
Perhaps it was payback, when he stopped in his own doorway to see Zhou Mi lazily sprawled on his bed.
“Hi?” Sungmin said, not really expecting Zhou Mi there.
“Hi,” Kyuhyun said from his right, making him jerk.
“Close the door,” Zhou Mi said, and smiled from the bed.
Oh.
Oh.
They had to forgive him, as his brain had fled, and his blood was not raging to catch it.
“He’s acting like we beat him over the head and dragged him into this,” Kyuhyun complained, shoving at Sungmin’s shoulder as he got to the bed.
“As long as he hasn’t changed his mind,” Zhou Mi said, head cocked cutely to the side.
“No. I just…didn’t know you were going to want it.”
“We’ve discussed it a few times,” Kyuhyun said, sending a look to Zhou Mi from the side. “It’s been a while since we…”
Sungmin’s eyebrows rose. “Wait, you’ve done it with someone else before?”
“We can’t really say,” Zhou Mi demurred as Kyuhyun was animatedly mouthing “HEN-RY.”
As though that helped the thoughts he had left. Apparently they were more adventurous than he’d thought. Or even hoped.
“He’s greedy,” Kyuhyun said, gesturing again to Zhou Mi. “Get naked. He wants to suck you.”
It was like punches to his ribs, as Kyuhyun’s attention turned from him entirely, instead unbuttoning and tugging at Zhou Mi’s shorts. Zhou Mi’s shirt was on the floor before Sungmin could even fumble with his zipper, and Zhou Mi was reaching for him.
Turned out, having his crotch squeezed by Zhou Mi was every bit as nice as he’d thought it would be. Gurgling in his throat as he watched Zhou Mi grope him. And when he looked to Kyuhyun for acceptance, validation, something, Kyuhyun was already lazily bobbing his mouth on Zhou Mi’s stiffening penis.
“Guh,” he said, and it sounded like Kyuhyun snorted.
“Shirt,” Zhou Mi said, and he coordinated himself to remove that as Zhou Mi shoved down his underwear for him. If Zhou Mi had been able to, Sungmin thought he might have pulled him onto the bed by his erection. But as much as his brain was screaming SUCK, Zhou Mi made it to his mouth first. Long fingers on his neck, until he’d almost slammed his own chin into Zhou Mi’s.
He didn’t excel at doing two things at once, so his hand flopped uselessly onto Zhou Mi’s stomach. Unable to even process that it was Zhou Mi’s jaw under his hand, lips that he’d admired catching at his. Or the tingle up his spine as Zhou Mi’s tongue teased his, and Zhou Mi’s hand wrapped neatly around him and began to stroke.
“Okay Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi said, and moved so Sungmin could ease onto the bed beside him. Teasing him, leading him with kisses, friction, like a breadcrumb trail. And then the warmth was gone, Sungmin’s eyes opening at the changing bodies. And it was Kyuhyun beside him, and Zhou Mi moving down between his legs.
“Hi,” Kyuhyun said.
“You said that already.”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “Touch,” he said, and moved Sungmin’s fingers toward his groin. “And enjoy. He’s good at this.”
He didn’t have to ask what. What to do, or what Zhou Mi was good at. And his moan was muffled against Kyuhyun’s lips as Zhou Mi’s tongue took a broad, wet, lick, and rolled a condom down him.
Good was an understatement. He’d just been kissing that mouth, and it was wrapped around him. Warm tongue, determined lips. The hum from Zhou Mi’s throat, and fondling fingers. It undid him, floundering at Kyuhyun’s kisses, Kyuhyun’s hand moving Sungmin’s when Sungmin couldn’t possibly do it on his own. His other hand was trapped against Kyuhyun’s chest, and that was not the way he’d expected it to go. He’d expected to pursue, maybe tease, not for them to completely undo him.
“We’ll make you feel good,” Kyuhyun promised, his voice mellow and low, like a caress.
And then he tweaked Sungmin’s nipple and made him squeak.
Zhou Mi’s head was pushed away by Kyuhyun’s hand, and that brought protest.
“Our way this time,” Kyuhyun said, and gave Sungmin a tantalizing glimpse of his ass waggling. All the nerves from fingers to cock twitched.
And again, the rearranging. But this time, there was no one beside him. Zhou Mi was nudging him up further, helping him to lift his knees. And Kyuhyun was squirting something into Zhou Mi’s hand.
“Oh,” he said, his brain working too slow to stop himself.
And Zhou Mi sucked a red mark into Sungmin’s thigh as a slick finger slid inside him.
He’d always admired those hands. Or had he said that already. And Zhou Mi looked up at him.
“Have you done this before?”
“You think he’d have asked us otherwise?” Kyuhyun asked, amused, from behind Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi twisted his head back. “I don’t know! Even if he had, it doesn’t mean—“
“I have!” Sungmin interrupted, trying to derail any arguments that kept him from getting laid.
He had. He had, and he didn’t care which man on the bed fucked him, as long as someone did, and he got to come in the process.
“Mm,” Zhou Mi moaned, and Sungmin realized that Kyuhyun was doing to Zhou Mi, just exactly what Zhou Mi was doing to him. And it wasn’t so much that Zhou Mi was making him slick in preparation, it was that he was teasing him. Watching his erection twitch and kissing it. Just enough to make him hiss. Not enough to do anything more.
“Not yet. Soon,” Zhou Mi promised. “Are you okay?”
“Do it,” Sungmin said, and would have lifted his hips had his legs been cooperating instead of sprawled and boneless.
Zhou Mi and the condom. Zhou Mi pressing against him. Sure he’d done it, but it’d been a while. But it wasn’t like he’d forgotten what it was like to have a man sliding into him. He’d wanted to fuck Kyuhyun, hell, he’d wanted to bend Zhou Mi over and wrench every sound from him, but he was fully on board.
And Zhou Mi was fully in him. Smiling, carefully breathing. Taking a couple of shallow thrusts as Kyuhyun gripped Zhou Mi’s sides.
“You’d like him in you, too,” Zhou Mi said, voice a bit thin. Sungmin didn’t doubt that. He bet it would’ve felt different with either on their own. He didn’t even really get Zhou Mi’s own rhythm, as Zhou Mi worked with Kyuhyun’s hips.
The slide and retreat. The touching. Hands wandering Zhou Mi’s chest, the breadth of his shoulders, his neck. Zhou Mi moving into the touches like a cat, soft sighs, lingering kisses while they stole each other’s breath. His hands intersected Kyuhyun’s at times, as Kyuhyun too touched Zhou Mi. Fingers tangling over Zhou Mi’s ribs, sensitive sides of his fingers being stimulated until it felt like Kyuhyun was giving him a handjob without ever touching him.
And Kyuhyun pressed Zhou Mi down, leaning over him, taking a higher pace that wrangled moans from all of them.
“Kyuhyun, that feels so good,” Zhou Mi moaned in Sungmin’s ear.
For a moment, he felt almost like a sex toy in the midst of two lovers.
“Then come,” Kyuhyun half ordered, half gasped. “I want to feel you. Make him feel good.”
Him. Him, Sungmin. Him, that Zhou Mi’s lips pressed wet kisses across his cheek before claiming his mouth. Him that Zhou Mi moaned against. It was his name that Zhou Mi whispered, when he stroked Sungmin inside and out. His name when he lifted Sungmin’s hips and made him moan. That energized him. That had him clinging to Zhou Mi’s shoulder, straining up to meet him. Need was impossible to deny, and he heard Kyuhyun’s panting. The sound of body against body against body. Unbearably hot, unbearably good and Zhou Mi was watching him.
The hint of a smile on those red-kissed lips as Zhou Mi stroked him, quick and tight.
And he came. The force of it moving Zhou Mi, and they both held on. Voices some cascade in the back of his orgasm. Zhou Mi. Kyuhyun. Zhou Mi’s fucking hand, and Zhou Mi gasping, those sounds, as he came, too. The sounds he’d heard and wanted, above him. Zhou Mi spilling into the condom inside of him. And still the shuddered and shook because Kyuhyun hadn’t stopped, still reaching for his own pleasure.
“Talk dirty,” Zhou Mi whispered, before nibbling at Sungmin’s neck.
“I want to fuck you,” Sungmin blurted, the confession half out of his addled mind. “While Zhou Mi sucks you, and you have to beg to come. You keep teasing with that ass. I want to fuck Zhou Mi while you watch, but he’ll moan for you, and—“
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun moaned. “Fuck, fuck.”
Kyuhyun’s mouth, gorgeous, full, dropped open soundlessly, eyes tightly closed. And then he was moaning his orgasm into Zhou Mi’s back, as Zhou Mi giggled, a soft, satisfied sound.
The pulling apart was much less fun than the locking together, as Zhou Mi slide aside.
“Are you moving?” Kyuhyun asked Zhou Mi.
“No.”
And it was more a plaintive moan near his chest, and Sungmin didn’t really hear more after that.
He realized only belatedly, sticky, flakey, and a bit stiff, with two men squeezed on his bed, that Kyuhyun had said “this time.”
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Prompt: Eunhyuk/Zhou Mi - in which hyukjae and zhou mi have left the other members to go shopping and maybe get each other off in the changing rooms
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“Fans are making fun,” Hyukjae said. “And you know how the others are.”
Zhou Mi sent an amused look in Hyukjae’s direction. They were sorting through shirts in the back of an upscale clothes store. It had been one of those freak shopping trips where the worlds aligned and instead of going out alone - which he was happy to do on some days - he actually got a shopping partner. They had gotten closer, so much more comfortable, since Hyukjae had been part of SJM. The fact that their birthdays were close together had something to do with that as well. Of course, Siwon made a great icebreaker.
It wasn’t the first time they’d been out shopping together, but it made Zhou Mi no less happy, almost humming as he held up a pair of jeans. Far too short. As usual. There was a certain part of the attention from his clothes that Hyukjae liked. But if there was one thing that Zhou Mi liked, it was shopping for clothes
“The others wish they could pull off what you wear with as much confidence,” Zhou Mi swore. And the rest were glad they hadn’t chosen those clothes, or hadn’t been afflicted with them.
Hyukjae’s look was a tad below belief. Well, it was true. There were definitely looks that Zhou Mi wished he could pull off. And Hyukjae was proportionate in all the right ways, he thought, giving Hyukjae a once-over he thought was subtle.
And Hyukjae snorted at him. “I know, I know. I want your legs, you want my body.”
Zhou Mi ducked on the pretense of checking a size, to hide his flaming face. Yeah, not how he’d have phrased it. Envious of. Everyone had a different vision in their head of what the ideal man should look like, and Siwon and Hyukjae just kind of fit. Rationally he knew people were attracted to his body type too, but that didn’t keep him from wishing he fit more into his ideal. But Hyukjae knew his feelings, in all ways.
Though, at least he didn’t have to wear shoe lifts. There was that.
Hyukjae would’ve smacked him if he’d ever said that out loud.
And another nice thing was that he got to look.
And he thought he was being so subtle, too, as they browsed, and picked up items. He could usually eyeball what would fit him or not, and he skidded past Hyukjae’s eyes when he watched Hyukjae hold a shirt up to his body. Clearly he was failing on all counts.
“I think I need to try a couple of these on,” Hyukjae said, raising his eyebrows, waggling them, and motioning for Zhou Mi to follow.
The store was fairly quiet, midday, but not entirely. Hyukjae led him to a changing room in the back, the attendants not interfering.
“Did you want me to—“
Wait, he’d been about so suggest, but Hyukjae ushered him in ahead of him and hung his choices on the wall.
“Too much work to come get your opinion,” Hyukjae said, grinning. And Zhou Mi was glad Hyukjae’s head was covered as Hyukjae lifted off his shirt. Because it gave him a full moment to compose his face, watching the muscles of Hyukjae’s back flex and move under his skin.
Mental images for privacy, that’s what those were.
“What about this?” Hyukjae asked, slipping into a button-up shirt, faintly checked, and red. Red was a very nice color on him, and Zhou Mi hummed.
“It’s good. Can be dressed up or just casual.”
Hyukjae hummed, and Zhou Mi decided it was the cruelest form of torture, stepping back and letting Hyukjae change into another. The material was black, and the fit a bit closer to the body as Hyukjae did up a couple of buttons.
The sound Zhou Mi mad was supposed to be agreement that it looked good. Instead, it sounded a bit like lust.
He was sinking in it, even as Hyukjae looked at him.
“We have time.”
They did. The door was locked, and the floor not far away as he knelt in front of Hyukjae. If they were in private, and they were so infrequently in a private place, he’d have leaned in, teased Hyukjae for a kiss. But that wasn’t the kind of time they had. Or the place. Arguable it wasn’t the place for popping Hyukjae’s fly, either, but as long as they were quiet…
He would’ve liked to have drawn all the sounds he could have. But he settled for Hyukjae’s quiet “yeah” and kissing the skin he exposed. Near to one hipbone to the other, feeling Hyukjae’s body draw up tight against his fingers in anticipation. And then, letting his lips draw Hyukjae in.
When he turned his head, out of the corner of his eye he could see Hyukjae watching them in the mirror with mouth parted.
But there wasn’t time to savor. He let his cheeks hollow as his head drew back, heard Hyukjae’s soft squeak. A warning squeeze to his hip, and Zhou Mi began to suck in earnest, his tongue sliding, teasing. Getting Hyukjae hard and keeping him that way. Feeling Hyukjae begin to pant, impossibly fluid hips restless with the bobbing of Zhou Mi’s head. He wanted to wet a finger, slide it into Hyukjae’s ass, but couldn’t risk the sound. He massaged Hyukjae’s balls instead, stroking behind them, humming in encouragement.
Hyukjae hissed, his hands catching Zhou Mi’s head just a bit roughly between them.
“Can I?” Hyukjae asked, his voice harsh but quiet. It wasn’t as though they had to be silent. Silence was as suspicious as them being loud was.
But Zhou Mi knew what Hyukjae was asking, and knew he could take Hyukjae deep - almost to the limit - without danger. And he nodded and pressed his lips as far down Hyukjae’s cock as he could go, and then back, as a guide.
And then he didn’t have to move, because Hyukjae’s hands held his head as his hips flexed and tightened. Fucking Zhou Mi’s mouth, Zhou Mi’s tongue thrashing with every stroke. Softly moaning his encouragement, staring up Hyukjae’s body at the straining abs and chest beginning to gleam with sweat.
His mouth was going to be a mess, swollen and sore, but he didn’t care as Hyukjae sped up, jerked, gasped. And then he was rolling semen over his tongue, great shots of it as Hyukjae’s body shuddered. Using his fingers to stroke out what was left, as he gently sucked.
A satisfying swallow as Hyukjae slipped from his mouth, his hands still tight on Zhou Mi’s head. And Zhou Mi wishing he could’ve just come in his pants. It would’ve been preferable to the aching tightness he was experiencing.
“You should definitely buy that shirt,” Zhou Mi told him, standing up and steadying himself with a hand on Hyukjae’s shoulder.
Hyukjae laughed, breathless, endearing. And he looked down Zhou Mi’s body for a moment, before reaching out with two fingers to touch. Zhou Mi hissed, and his body throbbed.
“I’ll buy it fast. Then let’s find another dressing room so we can find you one.”
And I can return the favor.
Best shopping trip ever.
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Prompt: Liu Chao/Zhou Mi - birthday
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All his gifts were opened, a video taken by Liu Chao as they sat together on the floor. He half wished he’d put on pants under his bathrobe, since it was chillier than he’d been expecting. He shuffled up, tucking things away, draping what he could display. Little tokens of love from his fans, people he knew. People who loved him. It made him smile. Never alone.
“Selca time. You remember how?”
He narrowed his eyes, but all he got in return was Liu Chao waving the koala-festooned blue lightstick at him from beside the bed, holding the Mario mushroom like a beach ball. At least until Zhou Mi was shoved onto the bed with it, Liu Chao making for the door.
“Wait there.”
One manager later, and Liu Chao on the bed with him, and they had their pictures.
“What are you doing with that?” Zhou Mi asked, craning his head to see after their manager had left with admonishment that they sleep soon.
“Posting it,” Liu Chao said, his voice half of a threat. “But later, because—“
The ipad was set aside, arm slung around his chest, ringing his arms and holding him.
“Happy birthday.” It was said against his ear, but Zhou Mi didn’t have time to shudder, or maybe he did anyway as lips pressed half on his cheek.
And just under his ear.
And against his neck.
“I think he said sleep early,” Zhou Mi tried to joke. But it kind of came out breathless.
“Up to you,” Liu Chao said, worming his hand inside the robe and under Zhou Mi’s shirt. “You want to sleep?”
Oh. Maybe that was why he hadn’t put on pants.
“You never ask, so. But I’ll expect two on mine.”
“How does that work?” Zhou Mi laughed, as Liu Chao straddled his legs, pulling open the ties of his robe, and batting aside the mushroom.
No, he never asked, because they were so eagerly given. Maybe he’d have been apprehensive about that, had it not started with so many stolen kisses, and Liu Chao snugged to his back.
“Please,” Zhou Mi said, and Liu Chao smiled up at him.
Please, to hook into the waistband of his underwear. And please, to breathe warm against his stomach, a path down his body while his brain swiftly came on board. Liu Chao’s fingers were big, but his touch was gentle. If he had learned anything, it was that there was nothing like having the man you wanted get hard against an eager mouth and hands. He’d had that pleasure himself. Slipping to his knees, and pushing apart Liu Chao’s thighs, and feeling that body go taut for him. If he wanted Zhou Mi twice on his birthday, he’d get no complaints. It was a gift he’d be glad to give.
Zhou Mi pinned and taken against the wall, Zhou Mi bent over him in bed, quick jerk-off sessions before schedules. Hours spent in free time exploring each other’s bodies, making love in his bed, watching movies and eating and shopping together.
There was joy when Liu Chao smiled at him, like there was joy in him stroking Zhou Mi hard, wet by his own mouth. Some kind of adoration that quaked him inside, like when Liu Chao’s hand moved and his eyes came up to admire Zhou Mi’s expressions.
“Am I doing something right?” Liu Chao teased.
“If you have to ask,” Zhou Mi said, unable to modulate his voice. Especially as soft lips dipped to rub against the sensitive tip, and then part so that his tongue could take over. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
And without letting go, mouth carefully poised, Liu Chao shrugged off his jacket. And the sleeveless shirt under it had been exactly what Zhou Mi had been expecting. Liu Chao was proud of those arms and he had to say he was very, very fond of them. It made him want to touch.
He could tell by the way that Liu Chao was rocking that he was rubbing against Zhou Mi’s leg. Why he hadn’t urged Zhou Mi’s thighs open, clearly. Zhou Mi didn’t mind. Had it been any other time, he’d have urged Liu Chao to turn, so they could moan and suck together.
But it was a gift, Liu Chao was adamant. And so Zhou Mi watched himself disappear into Liu Chao’s mouth, his cheeks hollowing. He reached, touched Liu Chao’s hair, and got a growl for it. Not to interrupt. Well, then. He’d remember that when it was his turn. But he couldn’t say he minded. His only purpose then, was to feel. The tease and press of Liu Chao’s tongue, the press of his lips, and stroke of his fingers. Wet sounds as his body was adored, Liu Chao wanting to give him a singular moment of pleasure, something unforgettable and that no one else could give.
Something he wanted from no one else, as he sighed, head falling back as he tried to keep his hips steady. But it was so difficult, almost squirming as Liu Chao teased him with steady pressure, before breathing against him with teasing licks.
All he had were streams of words like “feels good” and “yes, like that.” Forgetting himself, “Ah! Chao—“
Zhou Mi felt the smile around him. And the swallow. And the hum. And as Liu Chao’s fingers and mouth moved faster, so did Liu Chao’s hips. Liu Chao’s breathing was harsh, and it was as though…Yes. Permission. Encouragement. His breath trembled out, quick and shallow, almost a whimper on his voice as he gripped the blanket and sweated into his bathrobe. Permission, but not too fast. Encouragement, but only as long as Zhou Mi’s body rose sharp and slow, so he was half begging for it on panted breaths, staring at what he could see of Liu Chao’s face, remembering when Liu Chao had been on his back and Zhou Mi had—
It gripped him too quick, too tight, gasping, groaning as he came for Liu Chao. Between the sucking lips, the quick strokes. That slowed as his thighs trembled, and his body rocked. He was smiling, panting, and his eyes went wide as Liu Chao groaned, his lead lowering - coming just from rubbing against Zhou Mi. It made his body take a gentle, if presently uninterested, throb. And Liu Chao breathed against his hip for a couple of minutes as Zhou Mi finally got to rub his hand over Liu Chao’s hair. Soothing, thanking.
And he was still smiling as Liu Chao walked forward on his knees, gripping the collar of Zhou Mi’s robe.
“So?”
“A good gift,” Zhou Mi credited him. And flirted with his eyes.
“Good,” Liu Chao said. And kissed him, tongue spreading any lingering taste, sweet and slow. “Happy birthday.”
***
Prompt: Leeteuk/Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun as needy but dominant bottom. Like, "You should use me. Now," type thing. And play up their age difference.
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“You’re late,” Kyuhyun said.
Leeteuk stopped inside of his door, and then hastily shut it behind himself. There, spread out on his nice white sheets was. Well. A naked Kyuhyun.
“Anyone could’ve walked in,” he said, locking the door for good measure.
“Yeah, but they didn’t.”
And as if to punctuate his point, Kyuhyun pumped his already hard cock as though wondering what Leeteuk was waiting for.
All he’d wanted before walking in the door was a shower, but the tug and flood of heat to his own cock made him toss aside his bag. What Kyuhyun wanted, Kyuhyun didn’t always get.
But there were times he didn’t want to say no.
No point in showering before sex, when he had a man in his bed naked, hard, and waiting. When they’d started this - what ever this was - he’d had all sorts of reservations. If they had a falling out, how young Kyuhyun was. He licked his lips and stared down Kyuhyun’s body. He’d come to realize that having a younger man in his bed, one who seemed almost constantly aroused, wasn’t a bad deal after all.
And he liked to think that his, ah, wisdom and experience brought something as well. The problem was, Kyuhyun’s wit didn’t shut off at the bedroom door, and if anything his guards dropped further.
There wasn’t anything like having a twinge from his healing back mid-thrust, and having Kyuhyun moan, “Oh, Grandpa,” into his ear.
He’d been obligated to exhaust Kyuhyun into a slumbering pile of flesh after that.
Too long to see eye to eye. Too long until Kyuhyun had become something he needed. And he had become something Kyuhyun demanded.
It worked. He didn’t have to ask Kyuhyun how long he’d been waiting because he was too busy stripping.
There were the needy times, when he most felt his age. When Kyuhyun pushed up into his kiss and almost whimpered, when his control fractured and he begged. Kyuhyun tasted of tea, tongue insistent, breath blasted against his cheek as Kyuhyun fought him.
“Hurry.”
He slid over Kyuhyun’s body, Kyuhyun’s eyes almost unnaturally bright and eager. He ground his erection against Kyuhyun’s, felt the gasp, the twitch of Kyuhyun’s thighs.
“You should be more patient,” he chided as Kyuhyun hauled him closer with both arms.
Kyuhyun’s teeth latched into his shoulder for a moment before he all but purred, “Maybe when I’m older. You should be less patient.”
And before Leeteuk could do so much as think of a scold, Kyuhyun had begun to pout, face going sulky and smug because he knew he had won.
“That’s what I have you for.” And he paused, mouth going a bit dry at the wet he found between Kyuhyun’s thighs. “You were a busy boy.”
“I told you, I was waiting.” Not brazen, eyes on the ceiling. And Leeteuk picturing Kyuhyun on his bed, fingering himself and waiting for Leeteuk to get there.
“You’ll have to show me sometime.” Not then. Then, he was getting into Kyuhyun, fast. Ripping the condom, rolling it on. Trying not to make himself come remembering the time when Kyuhyun had rolled one on him one time with his mouth. Picturing Kyuhyun’s mouth around his cock, grinning even then as he looked up at Leeteuk, not the the best way to make things last.
Not that Kyuhyun seemed interested in making it last. The low moan as Leeteuk slid into his body, tight, slick, giving. The way his nails scratched up Leeteuk’s spine.
Kyuhyun got his way with cuteness, got his way with demands. Harder, faster, more, Leeteuk, do it. All the while touching himself.
There were too many best parts.
But if he had to pick one he replayed when he jerked off alone, the one behind Kyuhyun’s demands was when he gripped Kyuhyun’s hips or grabbed his ass to steady himself. Driving into Kyuhyun, quick, fast. Kyuhyun grasping at the sheets, Leeteuk’s arms, strangled moans, cock jerking. Mouth open, words gone, all he could do was feel. And Leeteuk saw that through clenched teeth, labored breath, shaking sweat away from his eyes so he could see every expression on Kyuhyun’s face as the sensations moved him.
“You want me to…” A breath. “To take care of you?”
Kyuhyun’s fingers sliding to clamp onto the back of his neck told him yes.
Kyuhyun’s eyes nearly crossed when Leeteuk replaced Kyuhyun’s hand with his own. Cock still slick with lube, hard, the perfect fit for his hand, if not for his mouth. Just the way he liked it. A size thing.
Pale skin, even against his white sheets. They never discussed their scars. But still so pale. Perfect for him.
Perfect as Kyuhyun keened and arched and Leeteuk’s hand flew so he could watch Kyuhyun’s come splatter against his stomach.
The wild ride as he stared and wanted to lick it off, roll it against Kyuhyun’s tongue, kiss the flush from Kyuhyun’s chest and cheeks, whisper it was okay and all he had to do was come and it was right there, hands on Kyuhyun’s chest, watching his red mouth and panting his name. Kyuhyun’s fingers curled in his hair, tugged, and he was lost.
He wasn’t old, just older. The satisfied smile curving Kyuhyun’s lips wasn’t just satisfied, it was sexy. He was a good kid, and he’d done well being ready. Maybe he’d get a reward later for that. As soon as Leeteuk’s brain wasn’t high on sex Or at least, a little less high. He hadn’t quite managed to swallow Kyuhyun all the way. There was always next time.
There were no honorifics between them in bed, except if they were using them as insult, or endearment. Kyuhyun got shifty if things got too sweet, and he was usually too horny to care. After Kyuhyun was sated, they didn’t need words. That was when Kyuhyun stopped trying to push him around, and was content to nap against his chest, like he was right then. Murmuring, comfortable, and warm. And secure.
He wasn’t going to lie and say he liked that best, but he liked that a lot.
***
Prompt: Heechul/Kyuhyun smut (bottom!Kyu)? Age difference, sex toys, or "you have to do what I say because I'm your hyung" type of thing?
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Kyuhyun knew how he’d gotten there.
Part of it was his fault, but there was part of it that definitely wasn’t.
As the buzzing toy inside of him went from low, to a high whine, sending his eyes rolling back, he knew which part wasn’t his fault. The toy was penis-shaped, but it did far from what a penis was meant to do. Except perhaps penetration. He heard a chuckle, and the bed shifted. A poke to his cheek had him reluctantly opening his eyes. Heechul, watching his every expression, wanting to know what Kyuhyun was feeling. Like some manga character performing experiments.
Okay, that was maybe a bit mean. What Heechul really wanted - really - was to know he was driving Kyuhyun insane with pleasure.
He vaguely remembered laughing and saying no to the toy, which was flesh-colored and weird. It even looked like a penis, a bit, though definitely nothing like his. Or Heechul’s for that matter.
And Heechul had been cagey on where he’d acquired it. Kyuhyun wondered if it was some foreign delivery, a toy specifically designed to torture Kyuhyun.
Heechul was really good at talking him into things.
Like the first time, when his knees had gone trembly when Heechul had looked at him. When he’d thought it was a joke, like all his secret erections centered on Heechul’s mouth were playing a trick on him. But there had been that time, and the time after, and the times when Heechul would face him on the bed with advice, patting his face and falling asleep to lazy kisses.
Heechul liked lording his age over him, and Kyuhyun understood why. All of them did it, to some extent. Didn’t mean it always worked, but for being someone who chafed under too much authority, Heechul had mastered the ways of getting around him. Kyuhyun had his height, his pleading eyes. Heechul had everything else.
Which was how “just once, for hyung,” ended up with him on his back with his own, very real, penis leaking onto his stomach as Heechul’s instrument of torture assaulted him from the inside.
And it felt too fucking good.
“Why are we not using this on you?” he asked, reaching to poke Heechul’s face in retaliation and getting easily avoided.
“Just seeing if it’s worth keeping around,” Heechul said, teasing. And his hair brushed Kyuhyun’s lifted knee.
Heechul was neither selfish, nor selfless. He’d confessed to loving Kyuhyun’s moans, and Kyuhyun shamelessly used that. He’d confessed to being weak to Heechul’s lips, smirking, smiling. Then the new one, wrapped around him.
The buzzing seemed to intensify and Kyuhyun squeaked. Not just for the sensation, but as his whole body jerked, Heechul pressed his lips to the very bottom of his erection. Pressing kisses to heated skin that nearly burned him, as Heechul teased him with his tongue. And the toy bucked, moved, Heechul’s hand sliding it deeper, and then drawing it out.
Trying to drive Kyuhyun crazy. Trying to make him grab Heechul’s head, was what he was trying to do, even though Kyuhyun had guaranteed he wouldn’t. No touching, just talking.
“You’re pretty like this,” Heechul offered, and then drove the air from Kyuhyun’s lungs by dragging his tongue over the sensitive head of his penis, and licking up the trails Kyuhyun’d left along his stomach. It meant Heechul’s cheek was rubbing him, and Kyuhyun was whining. Not really even knowing how to ask for more, but knowing he wanted it.
“That good?” Heechul asked. Smug. So smug.
And Kyuhyun really couldn’t help himself, when his thighs were restlessly moving apart, and his whole consciousness was focused below his hips.
“If you’re not careful, I’ll prefer that to you.”
Kyuhyun hadn’t know there was a setting higher than the one Heechul was using, but apparently so. His back arched, fingers grasping for purchase on the sheets.
And then nothing.
No more sound, no more vibrations, no more fake penis.
“I can do things it can’t,” Heechul told him.
Like fill the void, since Heechul had been already hard. Or scrape lines across his chest until he could bite at Kyuhyun’s nipples.
It didn’t matter how much vibration there had been, the numb feeling faded, and the rocking of Heechul’s hips had him gasping.
“Okay, you…proved your point,” Kyuhyun got out between breaths. And he was no longer content to hold the sheets. Hooking his arm behind Heechul’s neck and pulling him in. It changed the angle, allowed him to muffle his sounds in Heechul’s shoulder. He’d been teased long enough.
Heechul’s hands, he loved those too. Especially as one gripped him, stroked him.
“Feels good,” Heechul huffed into Kyuhyun’s ear, and made him shudder. “I think we’ll keep it, if it gets you this worked up.”
The sound he made wasn’t dignified, but Heechul’s hair was tickling his neck, and lips were teasing his ear, and Heechul’s hips weren’t slowing.
But it was the thought of the ways he could torture Heechul with the toy that took him from desperation to orgasm. Head thrashing forward and back, thrusting into Heechul’s hand with strangled breath and sound.
It was all he could do just to hold on as Heechul rocked. It was Heechul moving him, Heechul panting against his face, Heechul causing him to shudder and wonder if they would stop before Kyuhyun just melted or came again.
When Heechul came, it had Kyuhyun’s eyelids fluttering. His whole body aching, panting despite himself at Heechul’s moan. They were similar in ways, and others so different. He could grant that Heechul had learned a few things over the years. But a lot of things Kyuhyun had been there to experiment with him. There was that.
Heechul propped himself up, grinning down at Kyuhyun with nothing short of the utmost satisfaction. He opened his mouth to say something—
And it turned into laughter, as the fake penis fell off the bed and bounced.
Apparently it was saying they were done. For now.
***
Prompt: Changmin/Kyuhyun: non-smutty, bittersweet, vulnerable Kyuhyun
***
They’d had their fair share of trouble. Kyuhyun, with a group who hadn’t wanted him, fans who hadn’t needed him.
Nightmares of the crash.
Nightmares of the hospital.
Nightmares of what could’ve happened.
The things he’d missed, the things he’d lost. The people who hadn’t left him.
He’d been there when Changmin had been at his lowest. When he’d looked at Kyuhyun with eyes full of questions. Fear.
Anger.
Destroying several pillows, getting drunk. Being Changmin’s punching bag, emotionally anyway. Why. Why.
He’d carried that bitterness and despair with him, for Changmin, until it had touched his own group. Letting it boil and foment.
Changmin had been there to grasp his shoulders and say, “I understand.”
There was nothing they could do but go on, prove they were strong despite everything. They’d never been alone. That was something they could remember.
They shared a year, a month, astrological sign, everything.
He lorded the days he had on Changmin. Changmin lorded his height.
Horizontal, it didn’t matter. That was what he always said. When his head was buzzing, and his stomach ached from Changmin’s laughter. When he wanted more, more time, more days, and knew he couldn’t have it.
He missed his best friend. Both youngest, talented, tall. Gratuitous, the last, but it was true.
When his hand shoved Changmin’s and Changmin’s shoved back, and they said they’d see each other in a few months. Or whenever. Glued together on planes, seeing new countries, gaping at new fans.
The feeling was soft and warm, and sometimes sour.
He had the best times when he could grin across the stage, and there was a smile that he knew. For a few hours, they had that.
Changmin’s head heavy on his shoulder, the laptop whirring in his lap.
They were even, and they were hurt, and they had healed, and they had so far to go. And he never knew what the day after would be, or the next five minutes. The keys under his fingers, and Changmin’s name in his inbox, they grounded him.
Even when things were too fast, and too busy, and he grasped at nothing but air, and could do nothing but shove Changmin’s spare shirts aside in his dresser drawer.
They always squabbled for a while over who was holding who, shoving shoulders back and forth.
In the end, they curled face to face and held each other.
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