[Fic] Escape
Aug. 20th, 2012 01:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coley_merrinTitle: Escape
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, smut
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: There's a club, and there's glitter, and no reason not to relive a good memory.
***
Kyuhyun wasn’t particularly certain why Zhou Mi was so attracted to go out to places where talking was performed at eardrum-damaging levels due to the music thumping.
It was the people that Zhou Mi liked that made it worth it, he’d concluded.
And not because Zhou Mi just liked getting hit on, because he did have that happen a lot. When their friends teased Zhou Mi about that, Zhou Mi went a bit red in the face, and a bit pleased. That was usually followed up by a wink to Kyuhyun, a secretive kind of smile. They did tend to have great sex on the nights Zhou Mi went out without him.
He’d wondered out loud if Zhou Mi was just living out his fantasies with some hot guy in a club with him. Hey there’s Kyuhyun to fuck, instead of having to go to the trouble of picking someone up.
He’d gotten a very hairy eyeball and Zhou Mi’s lips on almost every inch of his skin, and words to match just why exactly that was Zhou Mi’s favorite part.
Zhou Mi, as it turned out after a very pleasurable but excruciating wait, had a lot of favorite parts.
He’d been out with Zhou Mi before, but this was a new place. Zhou Mi’s top under the demure jacket he’d traveled in, sparkled up and down the front. It was also sleeveless, showing all the muscles Zhou Mi had acquired in the gym, the breadth of his shoulders. Jeans tight and showing off every inch of Zhou Mi’s legs. Of course, Zhou Mi had chosen what Kyuhyun was wearing personally. A gray shirt under his jacket that Kyuhyun’d argued would show every drop of sweat. Zhou Mi was perverse and apparently liked that. But his dark jeans and belt were at least comfortable. It seemed like they were going to be eye candy for each other.
“This is a gay club,” Kyuhyun observed, after they’d flashed their ID and gotten let in.
“As opposed to…?” Zhou Mi asked. “What were you expecting?”
“Last time you didn’t take me to one?”
Zhou Mi laughed. “Tonight we don’t have to worry about what we look like together.”
And Kyuhyun squinted at him, not sure if that was a threat or not.
“Wait one second,” Zhou Mi said, depositing him at a wall, and pushing through the crowd.
And that was awkward, but not unexpected. Sometimes Zhou Mi spotted people and had to dart away, and darting was easier sometimes than hauling Kyuhyun along like a Christmas float. At least Zhou Mi was known for coming back quickly. He didn’t feel quite like a kid abandoned by his parents in a shopping mall. The best part, almost always, was watching Zhou Mi reappear, like some kind of flag bearer for the smiling people. Zhou Mi’s once-overs didn’t hurt a bit, either.
But his mouth literally dropped open when Zhou Mi popped up over the crowd, and then wove through them like a sparkling rainbow.
Literally.
Zhou Mi struck a pose, and Kyuhyun gaped. Zhou Mi’s arms shimmered and gleamed, all kinds of iridescent, and there was something equally shimmery and a bit greeny-blue on his eyelids, and his hair even shimmered - albeit in a less glittery way.
And with the rhinestones on his shirt, he wasn’t just a rainbow, then, but a gigantic, Zhou Mi-shaped butterfly.
“You— You didn’t offer me any of that,” Kyuhyun got out, once he’d gotten his brain back together and Zhou Mi had come close enough to talk to.
“You wanted to wear glitter?” Zhou Mi asked.
Well. When Zhou Mi asked like that. “No. Bt you’re wearing enough of it that I’ll end up wearing some anyway.”
Zhou Mi laughed, his lips faintly slick and just a bit pinker than normal.
“Is this…what you normally do?”
Zhou Mi’s head shook decisively side to side. “Not all of this,” he said. “But since it’s just you and me tonight…”
Kyuhyun’s mouth went a little dry, as Zhou Mi’s fingers trailed down Kyuhyun’s stomach. So all that glop, all the shine, it was for Zhou Mi, because it was fun, and because he liked it. But as Zhou Mi’s eyes met his, darkly lined and full of promise, he knew it was for him as well.
“Mine,” Kyuhyun said, loud enough for Zhou Mi to hear.
And Zhou Mi’s smile was brighter than the strobe lights.
***
He didn’t dance well. Not intuitively. Not fluid like some. Which was okay, because Zhou Mi didn’t either, a mass of elbows and knees, and enthusiastic hands. But they managed not to mow anyone else down, or knock each other over. The thud of Zhou Mi’s heart against his ribs - or maybe that was the bass - and the yip as he stepped on Zhou Mi’s toes.
The wet, sticky pull as Zhou Mi kissed his neck, and pulled him close by his belt.
He was wearing some of that on his own lips by then, but Zhou Mi had the tube tucked away in his pocket, and seemed to delight in smearing it, marking Kyuhyun’s skin in shiny proof.
A few men tried cutting in, at least a couple of those for Zhou Mi, but Zhou Mi rebuffed one, and Kyuhyun the others. Let them watch, if they wanted, but his was the only belt Zhou Mi’s hands were going to be clutching.
The music changed, and he tried to catch his breath. But he lost more of it, when Zhou Mi pressed his mouth to his ear.
“You know this song.”
He had to think about it. Staring at Zhou Mi’s neck, and feeling Zhou Mi grip his hips tight.
And to the count of the beat, Zhou Mi’s hips slid against his.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Oh. Oh. The night they’d first hooked up, a recommendation and introduction from mutual friends. The song had been playing in the apartment, as they’d been making out in the bathroom.
It’d been volatile between them right from the start. Right from the first time Zhou Mi had taken his hand and told him hello, and really looked at him.
Sometimes it was obvious. For them, it’d been an hour and a half and Zhou Mi’s voice obvious.
Zhou Mi had told him essentially the same thing. So, it was perfect.
“They have bathrooms here,” Zhou Mi said.
And though it was almost a shout, there was a breathy quality that had his pants going that much tighter.
***
He was gulping for air, tugged by Zhou Mi’s hand. Zhou Mi knew where he was heading, and Kyuhyun had no idea. They detoured to the bag check for a moment, and all he was doing was trying to guide his feet and not get lost staring at Zhou Mi’s winking earring, or the flex of his arm muscles.
There was a line. Of course there was a line. A row of rooms down one hall, each with a lock. For safety, Zhou Mi murmured at him. But the waiting was torture. They had a good dozen people ahead of them, and he figured any of them might be going for the same reason they were, which meant even a possibly longer wait. They were single-file against the wall, Zhou Mi behind him, and breathing on his neck.
And Zhou Mi took his hand, at first just squeezing and holding on. But then separating Kyuhyun’s fingers, teasing between them. Grasping two in Zhou Mi’s sweaty hand and pumping up and down as though his fingers were something else.
“You’re not helping,” he groused back over his shoulder, and got Zhou Mi’s lips to his cheekbone.
He could feel Zhou Mi’s hips gently rubbing against him, and his face got hotter with every swipe of Zhou Mi’s fingertips against his palm. He tried fighting back, trying to play just as dirty, but Zhou Mi was having none of it. Dirty tactics, and dirtier chuckles as the line got shorter.
“I’ll be right behind you,” Zhou Mi promised him.
It was like revving up for a race. Each man down the hall. Each opening door, and the shuffle forward. One more ahead of them.
It happened in a rush, two opened doors as once, two men coming their way, and then the man in front of them, and finally them.
He latched onto Zhou Mi’s wrist and kept his eyes focused on the open door. It didn’t matter which. The man in front of them took the first open one, and that was fine, because they swept past it to the next. He looked at no one, ignored the catcalls, and yanked Zhou Mi in with him.
Zhou Mi flicked the lock, and they giggled at each other.
“Made it,” Zhou Mi gasped, and pulled him closer.
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said. “What’s the plan?”
“No plan,” Zhou Mi said, biting his lip. “Kyuhyun.”
“Night we met, you nearly made me come in my pants.”
“I bet that happened more than a few times in here tonight,” Zhou Mi told him. “Though, not in anyone’s pants.”
It had him eyeing the walls in speculation and distaste.
“Do you have—“
Zhou Mi unzipped the front of his bag, and Kyuhyun saw a very familiar bottle and several little wrappers.
“Of course you do.”
Of course.
Certainty. Like Zhou Mi’s palm cupping his jaw and pulling him into a kiss. The faintly chemical taste of the gloss, Zhou Mi’s tongue teasing his. He gasped, and tried to follow Zhou Mi as the kiss was rudely denied him.
“Can’t take too long,” Zhou Mi warned.
Just a taste, then. He screwed up his face at the tease, and Zhou Mi laughed at him. A chuckle that had him remembering why they were there, as Zhou Mi ripped at his belt and buttons and spun him around.
“Brace yourself,” Zhou Mi said.
Against the wall. He hoped he was tall enough that there was nothing bad to touch, but his forearms met the cool wall just as Zhou Mi yanked his underwear down.
“Quick,” Zhou Mi said. “Let me know—“
Zhou Mi knew him. Knew how slick he had to be. Knew that if Kyuhyun was ready, relaxed for him, there was nothing he couldn’t have. He heard the condom packet open, and nearly risked looking back to see Zhou Mi putting it on. Zhou Mi had been keeping himself hard, so they could get started right away. Cheeky bastard. Maybe Kyuhyun had wanted to push Zhou Mi up against the wall, or—
He hissed at the cool smeared over his skin. Insurance. And he gnawed at his lip as Zhou Mi pressed against him. Eyes closed, hips tilting. And an gusty exhale as his body gave and let Zhou Mi in.
Easy. No problem.
You’re easy for me, he could hear Zhou Mi teasing in his head. But he was too busy breathing as Zhou Mi added more slickness.
They’d been maybe four minutes, since the door was locked. It’d seemed like an eternity of pounding heartbeats. But an eternity worth living through, as Zhou Mi’s hips came flush up against his. Met, matched, joined.
“Perfect,” Zhou Mi panted.
Perfect, Zhou Mi’s stabilizing arm around his body. The sighing grunts as Zhou Mi moved.
Not much time. Not much time.
Zhou Mi’s hand, still slick, grasping his cock.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun groaned, and Zhou Mi whined in agreement. He’d been half hard, but Zhou Mi stroked him, like his fist was connected to his rocking hips. Urging him to feel everything Zhou Mi was feeling inside him. And, Kyuhyun had no doubt, urging him to involuntary sounds that drove Zhou Mi wild. Zhou Mi with his eyes closing on every moan, Kyuhyun had seen it so many times. All he had to do then was remember Zhou Mi when they were dancing, how dark his eyes were, or soft his mouth was. The glint of his teeth, the rich thickness of his hair.
And what he had no way of ignoring or forgetting, the steady lift of Zhou Mi’s hips, the squeak of shoes on ill-cleaned floors, and the heated stretch and stroke inside him.
“Zhou Mi,” he groaned, and felt his body pulse.
Zhou Mi shuddered against him, his breath loud even over the echo of the music.
“Did you want to—“ Kyuhyun started, stopping to gasp as Zhou Mi stroked him faster for a couple heartbeats and made his toes curl. “Oh. Make me come while we were dancing?”
“Mm,” Zhou Mi grunted, the strain of fucking and stroking, too much for him to add words on top of it. Kyuhyun would’ve laughed, if he’d had the breath for it.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Kyuhyun said, bracing himself better as Zhou Mi hissed. “I don’t even like glitter, but you—“
Zhou Mi was reduced to Mandarin, absent words Kyuhyun didn’t know streaming from Zhou Mi’s mouth. He knew the tone, though. Fucking gorgeous. Kyuhyun you’re so fucking hot. I’m going to come in you. Come for me so I can feel it.
Maybe not the words exactly. Zhou Mi was surprisingly filthy in Korean as well.
And Zhou Mi strained for it, that pinnacle of pleasure. The gasps and murmurs of Kyuhyun’s name, and the tightening of Zhou Mi’s arm, and his hand.
And the way the room dissolved into nothing but their bodies, as Zhou Mi’s urgency fed his. His whole body tight, and ready, coiling inside him. Not patient, but needy. Draining, pooling, into a single point of pleasure so real he could almost taste it.
He’d thought Zhou Mi would come first.
But Zhou Mi moaned his name, quickened his fist, and proved him wrong.
He was blind with it, thrusting into Zhou Mi’s hand as the moan ripped through him. The orgasm was quick and sharp and brutal, and he clung at it as his body spasmed. Zhou Mi and those eyes. Glitter. Gorgeous.
And Zhou Mi’s thrusts went ragged, tight and quick, and Kyuhyun huffed out a breath as he felt Zhou Mi come as well.
His eyes felt a little wonky, as he rested his head against one of the hands he’d braced himself with. Good bathroom sex did that to him, he guessed.
“Oh. Oh,” Zhou Mi sighed, head against Kyuhyun’s shoulder blade and just as coherent as he usually was after sex. Hey at least they’d both stayed standing that time.
“Someone’s probably ready to knock down the door,” Kyuhyun said, voice rougher than expected. Maybe he’d been more into it than he’d realized.
But he hissed, as Zhou Mi pulled away, and chanced a look down to see what kind of a mess he’d made. Nothing a couple of paper towels couldn’t clean, and his pants were mostly unscathed.
But as he made for the sink, both to wash his hands and tidy himself before cleaning, he had a fright. Not because Zhou Mi was partly naked behind him in the mirror, no. But because he - from hairline to waist - was covered in glitter. Like some glitter monster had rolled on him and bedazzled his cheeks and the front of his shirt.
And Zhou Mi was grinning as he came up behind him, pressing a sound kiss to Kyuhyun’s cheek.
“You look nice,” Zhou Mi complimented, mostly hiding his smile in Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
“You just had to share, didn’t you?” he groused.
“Everything,” Zhou Mi promised. “I’ll even share the shower when we get home."
A good reason to hurry back. But mission accomplished.
***
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, smut
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: There's a club, and there's glitter, and no reason not to relive a good memory.
***
Kyuhyun wasn’t particularly certain why Zhou Mi was so attracted to go out to places where talking was performed at eardrum-damaging levels due to the music thumping.
It was the people that Zhou Mi liked that made it worth it, he’d concluded.
And not because Zhou Mi just liked getting hit on, because he did have that happen a lot. When their friends teased Zhou Mi about that, Zhou Mi went a bit red in the face, and a bit pleased. That was usually followed up by a wink to Kyuhyun, a secretive kind of smile. They did tend to have great sex on the nights Zhou Mi went out without him.
He’d wondered out loud if Zhou Mi was just living out his fantasies with some hot guy in a club with him. Hey there’s Kyuhyun to fuck, instead of having to go to the trouble of picking someone up.
He’d gotten a very hairy eyeball and Zhou Mi’s lips on almost every inch of his skin, and words to match just why exactly that was Zhou Mi’s favorite part.
Zhou Mi, as it turned out after a very pleasurable but excruciating wait, had a lot of favorite parts.
He’d been out with Zhou Mi before, but this was a new place. Zhou Mi’s top under the demure jacket he’d traveled in, sparkled up and down the front. It was also sleeveless, showing all the muscles Zhou Mi had acquired in the gym, the breadth of his shoulders. Jeans tight and showing off every inch of Zhou Mi’s legs. Of course, Zhou Mi had chosen what Kyuhyun was wearing personally. A gray shirt under his jacket that Kyuhyun’d argued would show every drop of sweat. Zhou Mi was perverse and apparently liked that. But his dark jeans and belt were at least comfortable. It seemed like they were going to be eye candy for each other.
“This is a gay club,” Kyuhyun observed, after they’d flashed their ID and gotten let in.
“As opposed to…?” Zhou Mi asked. “What were you expecting?”
“Last time you didn’t take me to one?”
Zhou Mi laughed. “Tonight we don’t have to worry about what we look like together.”
And Kyuhyun squinted at him, not sure if that was a threat or not.
“Wait one second,” Zhou Mi said, depositing him at a wall, and pushing through the crowd.
And that was awkward, but not unexpected. Sometimes Zhou Mi spotted people and had to dart away, and darting was easier sometimes than hauling Kyuhyun along like a Christmas float. At least Zhou Mi was known for coming back quickly. He didn’t feel quite like a kid abandoned by his parents in a shopping mall. The best part, almost always, was watching Zhou Mi reappear, like some kind of flag bearer for the smiling people. Zhou Mi’s once-overs didn’t hurt a bit, either.
But his mouth literally dropped open when Zhou Mi popped up over the crowd, and then wove through them like a sparkling rainbow.
Literally.
Zhou Mi struck a pose, and Kyuhyun gaped. Zhou Mi’s arms shimmered and gleamed, all kinds of iridescent, and there was something equally shimmery and a bit greeny-blue on his eyelids, and his hair even shimmered - albeit in a less glittery way.
And with the rhinestones on his shirt, he wasn’t just a rainbow, then, but a gigantic, Zhou Mi-shaped butterfly.
“You— You didn’t offer me any of that,” Kyuhyun got out, once he’d gotten his brain back together and Zhou Mi had come close enough to talk to.
“You wanted to wear glitter?” Zhou Mi asked.
Well. When Zhou Mi asked like that. “No. Bt you’re wearing enough of it that I’ll end up wearing some anyway.”
Zhou Mi laughed, his lips faintly slick and just a bit pinker than normal.
“Is this…what you normally do?”
Zhou Mi’s head shook decisively side to side. “Not all of this,” he said. “But since it’s just you and me tonight…”
Kyuhyun’s mouth went a little dry, as Zhou Mi’s fingers trailed down Kyuhyun’s stomach. So all that glop, all the shine, it was for Zhou Mi, because it was fun, and because he liked it. But as Zhou Mi’s eyes met his, darkly lined and full of promise, he knew it was for him as well.
“Mine,” Kyuhyun said, loud enough for Zhou Mi to hear.
And Zhou Mi’s smile was brighter than the strobe lights.
***
He didn’t dance well. Not intuitively. Not fluid like some. Which was okay, because Zhou Mi didn’t either, a mass of elbows and knees, and enthusiastic hands. But they managed not to mow anyone else down, or knock each other over. The thud of Zhou Mi’s heart against his ribs - or maybe that was the bass - and the yip as he stepped on Zhou Mi’s toes.
The wet, sticky pull as Zhou Mi kissed his neck, and pulled him close by his belt.
He was wearing some of that on his own lips by then, but Zhou Mi had the tube tucked away in his pocket, and seemed to delight in smearing it, marking Kyuhyun’s skin in shiny proof.
A few men tried cutting in, at least a couple of those for Zhou Mi, but Zhou Mi rebuffed one, and Kyuhyun the others. Let them watch, if they wanted, but his was the only belt Zhou Mi’s hands were going to be clutching.
The music changed, and he tried to catch his breath. But he lost more of it, when Zhou Mi pressed his mouth to his ear.
“You know this song.”
He had to think about it. Staring at Zhou Mi’s neck, and feeling Zhou Mi grip his hips tight.
And to the count of the beat, Zhou Mi’s hips slid against his.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Oh. Oh. The night they’d first hooked up, a recommendation and introduction from mutual friends. The song had been playing in the apartment, as they’d been making out in the bathroom.
It’d been volatile between them right from the start. Right from the first time Zhou Mi had taken his hand and told him hello, and really looked at him.
Sometimes it was obvious. For them, it’d been an hour and a half and Zhou Mi’s voice obvious.
Zhou Mi had told him essentially the same thing. So, it was perfect.
“They have bathrooms here,” Zhou Mi said.
And though it was almost a shout, there was a breathy quality that had his pants going that much tighter.
***
He was gulping for air, tugged by Zhou Mi’s hand. Zhou Mi knew where he was heading, and Kyuhyun had no idea. They detoured to the bag check for a moment, and all he was doing was trying to guide his feet and not get lost staring at Zhou Mi’s winking earring, or the flex of his arm muscles.
There was a line. Of course there was a line. A row of rooms down one hall, each with a lock. For safety, Zhou Mi murmured at him. But the waiting was torture. They had a good dozen people ahead of them, and he figured any of them might be going for the same reason they were, which meant even a possibly longer wait. They were single-file against the wall, Zhou Mi behind him, and breathing on his neck.
And Zhou Mi took his hand, at first just squeezing and holding on. But then separating Kyuhyun’s fingers, teasing between them. Grasping two in Zhou Mi’s sweaty hand and pumping up and down as though his fingers were something else.
“You’re not helping,” he groused back over his shoulder, and got Zhou Mi’s lips to his cheekbone.
He could feel Zhou Mi’s hips gently rubbing against him, and his face got hotter with every swipe of Zhou Mi’s fingertips against his palm. He tried fighting back, trying to play just as dirty, but Zhou Mi was having none of it. Dirty tactics, and dirtier chuckles as the line got shorter.
“I’ll be right behind you,” Zhou Mi promised him.
It was like revving up for a race. Each man down the hall. Each opening door, and the shuffle forward. One more ahead of them.
It happened in a rush, two opened doors as once, two men coming their way, and then the man in front of them, and finally them.
He latched onto Zhou Mi’s wrist and kept his eyes focused on the open door. It didn’t matter which. The man in front of them took the first open one, and that was fine, because they swept past it to the next. He looked at no one, ignored the catcalls, and yanked Zhou Mi in with him.
Zhou Mi flicked the lock, and they giggled at each other.
“Made it,” Zhou Mi gasped, and pulled him closer.
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said. “What’s the plan?”
“No plan,” Zhou Mi said, biting his lip. “Kyuhyun.”
“Night we met, you nearly made me come in my pants.”
“I bet that happened more than a few times in here tonight,” Zhou Mi told him. “Though, not in anyone’s pants.”
It had him eyeing the walls in speculation and distaste.
“Do you have—“
Zhou Mi unzipped the front of his bag, and Kyuhyun saw a very familiar bottle and several little wrappers.
“Of course you do.”
Of course.
Certainty. Like Zhou Mi’s palm cupping his jaw and pulling him into a kiss. The faintly chemical taste of the gloss, Zhou Mi’s tongue teasing his. He gasped, and tried to follow Zhou Mi as the kiss was rudely denied him.
“Can’t take too long,” Zhou Mi warned.
Just a taste, then. He screwed up his face at the tease, and Zhou Mi laughed at him. A chuckle that had him remembering why they were there, as Zhou Mi ripped at his belt and buttons and spun him around.
“Brace yourself,” Zhou Mi said.
Against the wall. He hoped he was tall enough that there was nothing bad to touch, but his forearms met the cool wall just as Zhou Mi yanked his underwear down.
“Quick,” Zhou Mi said. “Let me know—“
Zhou Mi knew him. Knew how slick he had to be. Knew that if Kyuhyun was ready, relaxed for him, there was nothing he couldn’t have. He heard the condom packet open, and nearly risked looking back to see Zhou Mi putting it on. Zhou Mi had been keeping himself hard, so they could get started right away. Cheeky bastard. Maybe Kyuhyun had wanted to push Zhou Mi up against the wall, or—
He hissed at the cool smeared over his skin. Insurance. And he gnawed at his lip as Zhou Mi pressed against him. Eyes closed, hips tilting. And an gusty exhale as his body gave and let Zhou Mi in.
Easy. No problem.
You’re easy for me, he could hear Zhou Mi teasing in his head. But he was too busy breathing as Zhou Mi added more slickness.
They’d been maybe four minutes, since the door was locked. It’d seemed like an eternity of pounding heartbeats. But an eternity worth living through, as Zhou Mi’s hips came flush up against his. Met, matched, joined.
“Perfect,” Zhou Mi panted.
Perfect, Zhou Mi’s stabilizing arm around his body. The sighing grunts as Zhou Mi moved.
Not much time. Not much time.
Zhou Mi’s hand, still slick, grasping his cock.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun groaned, and Zhou Mi whined in agreement. He’d been half hard, but Zhou Mi stroked him, like his fist was connected to his rocking hips. Urging him to feel everything Zhou Mi was feeling inside him. And, Kyuhyun had no doubt, urging him to involuntary sounds that drove Zhou Mi wild. Zhou Mi with his eyes closing on every moan, Kyuhyun had seen it so many times. All he had to do then was remember Zhou Mi when they were dancing, how dark his eyes were, or soft his mouth was. The glint of his teeth, the rich thickness of his hair.
And what he had no way of ignoring or forgetting, the steady lift of Zhou Mi’s hips, the squeak of shoes on ill-cleaned floors, and the heated stretch and stroke inside him.
“Zhou Mi,” he groaned, and felt his body pulse.
Zhou Mi shuddered against him, his breath loud even over the echo of the music.
“Did you want to—“ Kyuhyun started, stopping to gasp as Zhou Mi stroked him faster for a couple heartbeats and made his toes curl. “Oh. Make me come while we were dancing?”
“Mm,” Zhou Mi grunted, the strain of fucking and stroking, too much for him to add words on top of it. Kyuhyun would’ve laughed, if he’d had the breath for it.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Kyuhyun said, bracing himself better as Zhou Mi hissed. “I don’t even like glitter, but you—“
Zhou Mi was reduced to Mandarin, absent words Kyuhyun didn’t know streaming from Zhou Mi’s mouth. He knew the tone, though. Fucking gorgeous. Kyuhyun you’re so fucking hot. I’m going to come in you. Come for me so I can feel it.
Maybe not the words exactly. Zhou Mi was surprisingly filthy in Korean as well.
And Zhou Mi strained for it, that pinnacle of pleasure. The gasps and murmurs of Kyuhyun’s name, and the tightening of Zhou Mi’s arm, and his hand.
And the way the room dissolved into nothing but their bodies, as Zhou Mi’s urgency fed his. His whole body tight, and ready, coiling inside him. Not patient, but needy. Draining, pooling, into a single point of pleasure so real he could almost taste it.
He’d thought Zhou Mi would come first.
But Zhou Mi moaned his name, quickened his fist, and proved him wrong.
He was blind with it, thrusting into Zhou Mi’s hand as the moan ripped through him. The orgasm was quick and sharp and brutal, and he clung at it as his body spasmed. Zhou Mi and those eyes. Glitter. Gorgeous.
And Zhou Mi’s thrusts went ragged, tight and quick, and Kyuhyun huffed out a breath as he felt Zhou Mi come as well.
His eyes felt a little wonky, as he rested his head against one of the hands he’d braced himself with. Good bathroom sex did that to him, he guessed.
“Oh. Oh,” Zhou Mi sighed, head against Kyuhyun’s shoulder blade and just as coherent as he usually was after sex. Hey at least they’d both stayed standing that time.
“Someone’s probably ready to knock down the door,” Kyuhyun said, voice rougher than expected. Maybe he’d been more into it than he’d realized.
But he hissed, as Zhou Mi pulled away, and chanced a look down to see what kind of a mess he’d made. Nothing a couple of paper towels couldn’t clean, and his pants were mostly unscathed.
But as he made for the sink, both to wash his hands and tidy himself before cleaning, he had a fright. Not because Zhou Mi was partly naked behind him in the mirror, no. But because he - from hairline to waist - was covered in glitter. Like some glitter monster had rolled on him and bedazzled his cheeks and the front of his shirt.
And Zhou Mi was grinning as he came up behind him, pressing a sound kiss to Kyuhyun’s cheek.
“You look nice,” Zhou Mi complimented, mostly hiding his smile in Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
“You just had to share, didn’t you?” he groused.
“Everything,” Zhou Mi promised. “I’ll even share the shower when we get home."
A good reason to hurry back. But mission accomplished.
***
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Date: 2012-08-20 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-23 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-20 08:53 am (UTC)excuse me while I scrape my brain up from off the floor.
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Date: 2012-08-23 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-08-20 09:35 am (UTC)UNF.....
and then there were sparkling rainbows when he walked between people and he was shini and all... *sobs*
This fic is precious.
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Date: 2012-08-23 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-08-21 02:43 am (UTC)AND IT.WAS EPICCCCC
gotta run but GUH SO GOOD
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Date: 2012-08-23 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-23 06:58 am (UTC)i read this story right after waking up. six hours later, it was afternoon and i was hanging out with my friends when it hit me just how much i loved the body glitter (and the sexy transfer of said glitter from one person to another). what did i do? oh, just asked every single person i knew (some of which i hadn't seen in months), point blank, how they felt about body glitter. one night, just for fun. don't think fairy glitter, think broad rough strokes streaked across the skin like a glittery body paint. the reactions (and opinions) were priceless.
oh but that's not all.
later that night, there was a tag sale hosted by my organization for members who needed cheap stuff for their new apartments. i was browsing through all the items for sale, not really expecting to find anything of value, when i found something... well, something a little unexpected but totally glorious.
body spray.
glitter body spray.
warm vanilla sugar glitter body spray.
standing in rural korea, two thousand miles from the united states, and i was holding bath and body works glitter body spray in my hand.
i screamed, then started laughing. my friends rushed over, saw what was in my hand, and then burst out laughing. the members in charge of the sale ran over to see what all the fuss was about and after seeing what i was holding, let out different variations of quietly muttered, "what the actual hell."
i spent thirty minutes bargaining for that body spray. yeah, it's not 1998 and yeah, i hate warm vanilla sugar, but OH. MY. GOD. you can't turn away signs like that. you just... can't. i told them to just give it to me. you can't argue with a sign like that. and you bet your ass i am now the owner of glittery body spray.
here's to glitter. and the warm press of skin.
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Date: 2012-08-21 04:12 am (UTC)A glittering hot mess these two are LOL
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Date: 2012-08-23 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-21 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
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