[Fic] The Year Turns - 3/4
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coley_merrinTitle: The Year Turns
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (plus some threesomes)
Rating: up to NC-17
Genre: many
Warnings: some have sexual situations and should be marked smut
Summary: Many different prompts and genres from requests. Please read prompts for any warnings.
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Prompt: Domestic!Qmi with their daughter (fluff~~~)
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He was fascinated by the tiny lashes on her eyelids, on the whisper of eyebrows, and the curve of her cheek. Kyuhyun held her, half wrapped in a blanket in a tiny dress, and she looked so fragile in his arms.
Her head shifted as his fingertip traced the curve of her ear, and Zhou Mi looked up only to see that Kyuhyun was staring at her in just as much fascination. Her arms were round and soft, and she smelled of baby soap and formula. Each of her ten toes were smaller than anything he could have imagined, and he was staggered.
“Are you sure—“
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said, his voice hushed. “She’s ours.”
She was going to grow up and rule the world. They were going to see to that. With the blanket more firmly around her, Zhou Mi accepted her from Kyuhyun’s arms.
They still hadn’t settled on a name. For some reason, he was kind of glad. Just looking at her face would make it easier, the faces she made as she pursed her mouth and blinked open her eyes to stare at him, unfocused.
“Hi,” Zhou Mi said, cooing at her. She made a sound, shifting in his arms. And when Kyuhyun ran his finger against her palm, she grasped it, connecting them. “Welcome home.”
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Prompt: more qmi~~~ maybe a bit smutty? Kyuhyun missed Zhou Mi very much while he was overseas and wants to show him just how much smut
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“You know what I missed most?” He gasped, hips twitching, and Kyuhyun laughed. “Yeah, that.”
“Oh. Oh. Kyuhyun.”
“And that,” Kyuhyun said, steadying himself above Zhou Mi on the bed.
From Kyuhyun’s words he missed the way that Zhou Mi touched him, and the sounds he made, and maybe the way he said Kyuhyun’s name. But he couldn’t help himself when he said it again, any more than he could help the way that Kyuhyun’s eyelids dipped but only enough to emphasize the lust he saw there.
He felt that Kyuhyun had missed him in the lingering kisses, and the hands that ran through his hair. He knew by how Kyuhyun had smiled when he saw him, and the hug he’d been given, and that Kyuhyun had sat near him at dinner.
Some of those told him so much more, but that Kyuhyun kissed him then and moved above him and made him moan, it showed that Kyuhyun wanted. Kyuhyun touched him, and whispered his name, like it had been a day, a week a month, since they had been together.
But it was the way that Kyuhyun locked his hand around Zhou Mi’s waist, and pressed a kiss against Zhou Mi’s throat before falling asleep that told him everything.
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Prompt: zhou mi finds out kyuhyun's been homeless since they parted ways after college and scolds him for being stupid but brings him home and loves on him <3
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The nerves were almost palpable. The way that Kyuhyun twisted his hands together, the smile that was more of a shield than it was in happiness. Zhou Mi glanced up at the shielder and his thoughtless words haunted him. Kyuhyun was staying there? It was better than a bench, it seemed, or hiding behind a dumpster.
“Didn’t you know where I lived?” Zhou Mi asked. He wasn’t sure what he could have done to help, but he would have trie.d Kyuhyun had been more than an acquaintance to him, and he would have done just as much to help someone he barely knew.
“I didn’t want anyone to have to… Don’t feel sorry for me.”
“It’s not sorry I’m feeling. I—“ For a moment Zhou Mi didn’t even know what to say. He didn’t want to say something that was going to make Kyuhyun think he was looking down on him, and yet he didn’t want to stuck on the street where both of them were unable to relax. “Did you want to come over for a while? We can catch up.”
“I’m not going to have much to tell you,” Kyuhyun said, the laugh very small.
“Then we’ll watch TV. I even know how to cook a couple of things now.”
“I don’t want—“
“I just want to spend time with my friend,” Zhou Mi said, closing his eyes for a moment when it looked like Kyuhyun was going to protest, to insist he didn’t want pity.
But he fed Kyuhyun, at least, talking about what he’d been up to and books he read. And Kyuhyun nodded along with him, comfortable in a way Zhou Mi had hoped he would be.
“I get to shower, and wash my clothes,” Kyuhyun said, smiling a bit as he relaxed beside Zhou Mi on the couch. “It won’t be for much longer.”
He had room for Kyuhyun to stay. He did. But when he looked at Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun shook his head. Not yet. It wasn’t the right time yet. But Kyuhyun did accept when Zhou Mi held out an arm, pressing into his hug as though he hadn’t had one in a long time.
“Now you know where I live.”
“I won’t be a stranger,” Kyuhyun said. “I promise.”
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Prompt: Qmi- Zhou Mi finds it really sexy when Kyuhyun is being smart/academic
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It was homework time, and with it Zhou Mi asked questions, curious about what Kyuhyun was learning. The words tumbled out and some of them stuck in Zhou Mi’s head while others didn’t. Actually, Kyuhyun sounded really good when he talked like that, taking on a tone that was faintly lecturing and quite different from how he usually talked. Sometimes Kyuhyun caught on when Zhou Mi asked him to repeat something, unable to keep the corners of his lips from curling as Kyuhyun looked at him.
“What, do you think I should’ve been a professor?”
“I’d have taken all your classes,” Zhou Mi said. “Sitting in the front. Watching how smart you looked.”
“Just smart?”
Zhou Mi chuckled, because of course not.
“Want me to put on a pair of glasses and tell you all about it? Maybe I should sit in your lap, too.”
Maybe that was taking it too far. Maybe the part where Kyuhyun knew was actually a bad thing. He didn’t think Kyuhyun’s success would be great his college classes while distracted by the fact that Zhou Mi was distracted by him.
Kyuhyun perked up a bit. “Do you want to call me professor?”
Zhou Mi scowled at him. “No.”
But the way that Kyuhyun smiled at him was enough.
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Prompt: kyu having a sexual crisis when he realizes he wants to lick zhou mi (or something like that xD) (hope you're having a good day :) )
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It probably went without saying that watching someone breathe could be pretty dull. At least, Kyuhyun had always thought this until he came upon Zhou Mi, totally relaxed. The black tank top he wore was clingy, and all he was doing was sitting there scrolling through his phone with one hand. Kyuhyun started at his thighs, and kept going, tracing how his shoulders stood out from the fabric, and the long curve of his neck. It all very fluidly went to the jut of his chin, and his mouth.
And Kyuhyun was standing there staring like he’d never seen a human being before. Or maybe, just not a human in quite that way. He really enjoyed looking at women, and maybe there’d been a few men, that wasn’t a new thing. But Zhou Mi didn’t fit those expectations. Okay, there were his legs. But he was…
Kyuhyun turned and fled before any other thoughts could pass his mind.
Avoidance didn’t fix his brain. He asked himself why Zhou Mi, why all of a sudden. His brain had fired back with a very rude response that it had been trying to tell him about Zhou Mi for months and Kyuhyun was just too slow to catch on.
Ryeowook leveled him. “He’s all you ever talk about, Kyuhyun. Wasn’t it obvious?”
No. It hadn’t been. He’d never dated a guy. It could’ve been hero worship. A friendly crush.
When Zhou Mi held out his hand, Kyuhyun took it. When he offered a hug, Kyuhyun walked into it.
When Kyuhyun gripped Zhou Mi’s shoulders and, contemplating words that he immediately discarded, kissed him, Zhou Mi didn’t pull away.
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Prompt: qmi - phoenix
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It was hard to say what color the feathers had been. Perhaps they had been bright, yellows, and reds, and blues. They had taken to looking ashen in shades of coal and pearly gray. Kyuhyun kept them in a box beside him as Zhou Mi looked through books, pages making a loud snap as he turned them.
“Maybe no one knows how long a cycle is,” Kyuhyun said.
“There has to be something,” Zhou Mi nearly snapped.
Maybe it was different for everyone. But they’d been looking for weeks, for years, hoping the secret he carried with him would never be relevant to them. But one day Zhou Mi had reached for him, and he had smeared ash across Kyuhyun’s face. The sheets had been covered in it, like he had been smoldering over night. And the feathers, never pristine that Kyuhyun could remember, had begun to fall apart.
They kept the ash they could in an empty garbage bin.
“There’s something ironic about this,” Kyuhyun said as he watched ash fall from his hair. “When I get to rise from the ashes, I’ll be in the garbage?”
Zhou Mi knew he had to keep the ashes. Anything that was left, he would gather together and wait. They’d seen days, months. One had never been reborn at all.
“As long as you’re not reborn as a baby,” Zhou Mi joked, his breath so very warm when Kyuhyun felt so incredibly cold.
One hand gripped his feathers, and the other was grasped in Zhou Mi’s hand. He wanted to tell Zhou Mi to let go, that he might be burned, but he knew Zhou Mi wouldn’t listen. It as the last contact they would have, before— Maybe forever.
“I’ll wait,” Zhou Mi said, baring his teeth in a pained smile, looking at Kyuhyun as though his eyes could keep him there.
All he would have was pile of ashes and half-burnt feathers, until Kyuhyun was born from them again.
The burn started at his heart, a bright white pain that had him grasping Zhou Mi’s hand. They would wait together.
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Prompt: Qmi..anything..i'm tired from school work so just give me anything qmi and I'll love you forever ^^
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“Stop laughing at me.”
“I’m not!”
Well, he mostly wasn’t. Or, he was mostly trying not to. In the course of a playdate, Kyuhyun’s normal companion had disappeared. Though, he was using normal loosely. In his place was Zhou Mi who had a small feathered hat on his head, jauntily angled of course. There were tiny stick-on jewels adoring his ears and the corners of his eyes, and all ten fingernails. Around his neck, some kind of flower lei. His lap was also festooned with animals of a variety of plastics and fabrics.
“I see you’ve been having fun without me.”
Zhou Mi blew out a breath and one of the feather’s twitched, and Kyuhyun hiccuped.
“You look wonderful,” Kyuhyun told him, and there wasn’t one ounce of falseness in that. He looked like he’d been having tons of fun with a little girl who adored him.
“I do, don’t I?” Zhou Mi said, and pressed a tiny kiss to the back of a stuffed rhino he was holding.
At least the makeup years hadn’t been reached. He could well imagine finding Zhou Mi in bright pink lipstick and blushing cheeks. Though it was equally plausible that it would be him getting that treatment and not Zhou Mi.
Actually, when he really thought about it, he couldn’t wait. But he was going to enjoy all the years in between.
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Prompt: kyuhyun discovered zhou mi's Sexyback dance predebut video and plots evil things from it xD fluff,maybe? /sends Mikachu your way/ oh and qmi bff :P
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Heads tilted back and forth.
Eyes widened.
It was a little bit like watching a…
But that hadn’t happened yet.
Kyuhyun wasn’t sure what to say. At one point, kind of like a penguin. At another, kind of like a walking stick.
He tried to let Zhou Mi know that he’d seen it, humming the song and not getting even a flinch or a batted eyelash. Mostly Zhou Mi just looked at him like he was wanting something.
So, he set up a movie night, and got as many people together as he could. He made popcorn - maybe got a little help for it. He spent hours in front of his computer making little clips of Zhou Mi’s dance with helpful captions and an ending message of “This movie brought sexy back~! And now for the show”
Kyuhyun made sure he wasn’t sitting by Zhou Mi to start. He liked all of his limbs in the configuration they were in, and his neck too for that matter. With his laptop hooked to the TV, he perched and waited until everyone was ready.
No one knew what they were going to see.
Kyuhyun pushed play, waited for the title to come up, and kept his eyes on Zhou Mi’s face.
It took a couple of seconds for Zhou Mi to realize that it was him dancing on screen to some fake opening credits.
Zhou Mi’s mouth dropped open. It almost widened like he was going to smile but it was more like horror.
Kyuhyun fought hysteria as Zhou Mi burst out laughing, rocking back into the couch before half springing up. His finger pointed at Kyuhyun.
“You!” Zhou Mi crowed indignantly, as chaos erupted around them. People finally realized who was dancing, too.
Kyuhyun might have been crying tears of laughter.
Zhou Mi shook his shoulders as Kyuhyun squeezed down beside him on the couch.
“How did you find that?” Zhou Mi complained.
“Secret.”
He giggled into Zhou Mi’s shoulder as everyone praised Zhou Mi as Zhou Mi chortled along with them. Then Kyuhyun started the real movie, with Zhou Mi leaning into him.
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Prompt: University AU. Zhou Mi is taking a lit class where he doesn't understand anything and vents to Kyuhyun. "close reading?? analysis??"
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He understood…some of it. It wasn’t as though he’d thought taking a lit class was going to be sitting around reading books all day, though he would’ve enjoyed that. He had to search for what “close” reading meant. Wasn’t he reading everything closely? Wasn’t he supposed to pay attention to all of it?
Kyuhyun put his chin in his hand and just listened as Zhou Mi waved his syllabus in the air and dragged out the book the class was working on and the four supplement texts on…how to read it.
“I had no idea,” Zhou Mi said, staring at the stack of pages in front of him. “Isn’t this too much?”
“It’s good to be able to learn how to dig deeper? How to put analysis into words?” Kyuhyun said. Though, he said it more like he hoped it was something that Zhou Mi wanted to hear.
“What if the author didn’t mean for it to be interpreted that way?”
They stared at each other. Kyuhyun wasn’t a lit major, and Zhou Mi knew that. He just assumed Kyuhyun of anyone he knew would be able to put him on the right path. Since the path he was on was flipping pages in various forms of panic.
“Well, let’s start at the beginning,” Kyuhyun said. “Have you read the part you’re going to be writing on?”
“Yes. And I’ve bookmarked the parts in the books that talk about what the professor wanted.”
All fourteen places.
When Kyuhyun’s eyes went a bit swirly, at least Zhou Mi knew he wasn’t alone.
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Prompt: Qmi.. a bit from the baseball au ^^
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It wasn’t often that Kyuhyun got Zhou Mi in his uniform when it wasn’t a photo op or after a game when Zhou Mi was usually sweaty and smelled of dirt and sports drinks.
Getting him all pristine was a gift. The white uniform with its blue piping, tracing his fingers along Zhou Mi’s name on the back, and his number, 19. It was all carefully stitched, and Zhou Mi smelled of cologne, there at his neck where his jersey met his skin. The way Zhou Mi’s pants fitted, sleek, caught at his waist by a slim belt that Kyuhyun tucked his fingers through. He knew how many layers Zhou Mi had on. His underwear and protective cup, the shirt he wore under his jersey.
“Looks good,” Kyuhyun said, and waggled his eyebrows when Zhou Mi struck a pose.
He’d seen Zhou Mi seamlessly change between his baseball uniform and a suit and bow tie, hair hair perfectly combed and smile warm. Both suited him. And Kyuhyun certainly enjoyed undressing him from both of them.
“Hello first baseman Zhou,” Kyuhyun said, draping an arm over Zhou Mi’s broad shoulder.
“Hello Mr. Vice President Cho,” Zhou Mi teased back, hands on Kyuhyun’s hips. “How long do we have?”
Thirty minutes, maybe. It was a photo op, and Kyuhyun had been nagged into it. The team couldn’t exactly tell the owner’s son no, after all. And Zhou Mi wouldn’t even hear of refusing.
They wouldn’t mess each other up. Much.
Still, he let his fingers sneak down Zhou Mi’s back pants pocket, and smiled as Zhou Mi pulled him in for a kiss.
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Prompt: Could I request qmi.. something involving Kyuhyun being sweet and kissy and affectionate towards Mi when they're alone
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There was something about having someone beaming at him every time he went by that triggered something in Kyuhyun. Whether Zhou Mi was reading, or watching a show, or playing on his phone, if he noticed Kyuhyun skulking or on his way into the room, he looked up and smiled. It wasn’t always the big toothy grin. Sometimes it was just a quirk of the lips, or his eyes going happy.
So, no one could’ve blamed Kyuhyun for detouring to kiss that pretty mouth, sometimes more than once until Zhou Mi was swatting him away.
When they were on the couch together, Zhou Mi made him want to smile back, even when Kyuhyun was against one arm, his feet pressed up against Zhou Mi’s side. When Zhou Mi very nearly dimpled, Kyuhyun’s foot pressed a little harder. It wasn’t like he kicked Zhou Mi, it was just physical need to be closer because the cute was too much.
And maybe it mildly annoyed Zhou Mi when Kyuhyun caught him around the neck and rubbed his face in Zhou Mi’s hair. It was soft, and it smelled good, and Kyuhyun learned after Zhou Mi whined not to do that just before he went out.
But he found a place in Zhou Mi’s lap and whispered things that had Zhou Mi giggling as Kyuhyun kissed his neck and squeezed Zhou Mi tight.
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Prompt: qmi - kyuhyun works as a taxi driver, and one day he picks up a little bit drunk zhou mi outside a club, who can't seem to remember his address. kyuhyun decides to take him home to his apartment, where he has to constantly fight off the advances of a suddenly horny zhou mi, :D
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Generally people knew where they lived, or at least where they were going. That made for ease of transportation, generally, and for Kyuhyun on the end of a long shift, that was optimal. Sometimes drunk people got a little…confused. But a look at a driver’s license or passport got them on their way. He didn’t often get someone so inebriated that all they could say was “Home.”
Kyuhyun tried to trick the information out.
“What’s your name?”
“Zhou Mi.”
“How old are you?”
Zhou Mi squinted at him but didn’t reply.
“Where do you live?” Kyuhyun prompted.
“Home.”
Kyuhyun sighed.
There was no wallet in Zhou Mi’s pants or his jacket, or the bag he carried. There was no mail, no other way of deciphering where Zhou Mi was going. Or for that matter, where he came from. There were keys, not like that was going to help him. Zhou Mi didn’t even have a cell phone so Kyuhyun could interrupt someone’s evening to figure out his mystery passenger’s identity.
Then again, Zhou Mi seemed okay enough. Even if he was drunk and stubborn.
“If you promise not to throw up, you can crash at my place,” Kyuhyun said.
“Mm.”
And with that, Zhou Mi smiled and rested his head back on the seat, and didn’t move even when Kyuhyun buckled him in.
Zhou Mi certainly didn’t resist getting his arm around Kyuhyun’s shoulders as Kyuhyun led him into his building and up to his apartment.
“Hi,” Zhou Mi said against his cheek, and Kyuhyun flushed.
At least he had semi-coordination. The first thing Kyuhyun did was steer Zhou Mi into the bathroom, and then pour water into him, and then pour Zhou Mi onto the couch.
“You’re really cute,” Zhou Mi said, running his hand down Kyuhyun’s leg.
“I’m being propositioned by a drunk guy. Awesome.”
“I’m not pro— Prop— You’re cute…?”
“Yeah. Sleep.”
Kyuhyun kind of awkwardly petted Zhou Mi’s head until he finally passed out.
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“Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi. Wake up. Don’t fall back asleep.”
Zhou Mi squinted up at him. “Who…are you?”
“You don’t remember the guy who took you home last night?” Kyuhyun asked, and only moderately felt bad when Zhou Mi felt to make sure he was still clothed. “Not like that. You got in my taxi last night, and wouldn’t tell me where you live.”
Zhou Mi took a moment with that. “I remember a taxi. The driver was cute. Oh.”
Kyuhyun’s ears started burning. Not like Zhou MI hadn’t indicated that the night before, but alcohol wasn’t exactly something to bring out incredible truths.
“You do remember where you live?” Kyuhyun asked.
Zhou Mi brushed down his bangs. “Of course. Ugh. This is Heechul’s fault.”
A friend, Kyuhyun assumed.
“There’s the bathroom. I have food, then I need to start my shift. You can be my first fare of the day, huh?”
“Thank you,” Zhou Mi said after he stood and made sure he wasn’t going to tip over.
“It’s no prob—“
His words were muffled in Zhou Mi’s shoulder. It had been no problem at all.
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Prompt: Qmi? They can't be cuddly/affectionate in front of fans because some fans bash Zhou Mi because of it, but as soon as cameras are off/they are out of sight, Qmi completely change...
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Onstage, it was nearly a test. The hugs, leaning in together. Sometimes it felt like Kyuhyun who was the one more afraid, who made Zhou Mi question. Depending on who was the first one offstage, once they got in the dressing rooms, Zhou Mi opened his arms and Kyuhyun flopped into them - sweaty or not. There was laughter and exhaustion and both relief and letdown after the end of a performance.
No one spared them a look, unless they were in the way or holding people up. Kyuhyun’s fingers tangled with his over and over. Though in the van it was every man for himself, if Kyuhyun ended up in a different row, Zhou Mi would feel Kyuhyun petting the back his head or sometimes poking it if Zhou Mi was ignoring him. On planes, they sometimes passed each other notes like they were in grade school to the eternal amusement of everyone else. Sure, they could’ve just sat together. That took some of the fun out of it.
In private though, Zhou Mi got to see all the very…different sides of Kyuhyun. He didn’t mean just his skin though that he wasn’t trading. He knew Kyuhyun sometimes gurgled out songs in the shower, and that if he got in a comfortable position on the bed he didn’t want to move. Whether Zhou Mi was partly smashed by him or not. It meant that Zhou Mi got up to go get Kyuhyun a drink sometimes, though Kyuhyun always, always thanked him.
When Kyuhyun kissed him, he murmured, “One day…”
And Zhou Mi believed him.
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Prompt: qmi - get together
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Zhou Mi ran his fingers down the front of his suit, assuring himself of the placement of each button as a way of centering himself. He’d stood, pulled down the edges, and stretched his spine. In his hand, the leather covering of his briefcase handle bit into the grooves at his knuckles. When he rubbed his hand against his pant leg, it was not from overt anxiety so much as it was to be prepared in case he would be called on to shake someone’s hand.
It was important. The deal he brought was the difference between drawing up proposals yet again, or several years of financial security.
“Mr. Cho will see you now,” a young man said, and Zhou Mi smiled at him, flustering him as he opened the door for Zhou Mi to pass through.
In the wide office with its bank of windows, there was only one desk but two people, both of which who stood on his entrance.
The man buttoned his suit jacket, habitual, and the woman stepped forward. Assistant, Zhou Mi wondered only briefly until he truly looked at her.
“Cho Ahra,” she said, extending her hand. It was cool when he grasped it, his head lowering when hers did. Not an assistant. CEO, a position shared with her brother. “And this is Kyuhyun.”
“Or, as she normally introduces me, her little brother,” Kyuhyun said, a smile quirking when he looked at his sister. But his eyes were on Zhou Mi’s when his hand took Zhou Mi’s in a solid grasp.
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“Every time I see you, you’re buttoning up those suit buttons,” Zhou Mi said as he slid into the chair across from Kyuhyun. There was only the faintest murmur of conversation and the sound of metal against china, the mark of how fine a restaurant they were in.
“My mother would scold me if I stood up with my jacket undone,” Kyuhyun said, chuckling. “I went ahead and ordered wine. If you’d like to taste it…”
There was a glass already prepared for him, and Zhou Mi swirled it, bringing it to his nose for a moment before letting the wine roll across his palate.
“Not a subtle taste,” Zhou Mi said. “I like it.”
“There’s something to be said for boldness. Yes, thank you,” Kyuhyun said to the waiter, who poured for both of them.
As Zhou Mi expected, there were no prices on the menu. It took only a glance to settle on the steak. It, too, was bold.
But he focused on the rim of his glass, when he recognized that the foremost thought was that he would have liked to see Kyuhyun undo his suit jacket. And perhaps a good many buttons beneath that as well.
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The silk of Kyuhyun’s tie was cool and slick between his fingers, and he held tighter, groaning as Kyuhyun leaned against him. The wall was even cooler, but he shuddered as Kyuhyun’s breath was warm against his lips.
“Like this?” Kyuhyun whispered.
“Yes,” he said, and pulled Kyuhyun in.
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Prompt: Qmi~ Kyuhyun finds out Zhou Mi has had a crush on him for 5 years/since he joined SJM through overhearing someone talk about it or something.
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Kyuhyun was frozen with his head against the wall, words echoing in his head.
“Zhou Mi has gotten better at hiding his feelings for Kyuhyun. He still looks at him like he’s made of diamond, though. Same as when they debuted.”
“Oh, I know. It’s amazing Kyuhyun doesn’t turn red every time Zhou Mi looks at him or looks him over. You think Zhou Mi thinks he has a chance?”
“Not after this long.”
The conversation faded, leaving Kyuhyun hidden and alone. It was a joke, was his first assumption. It was code for something else. They were confused. There was no way that Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi who couldn’t hold in a laugh, could hide feelings for that many years.
Kyuhyun almost finches the next time he saw Zhou Mi, when Zhou Mi smiled and then patted the seat next to him in offer.
Kyuhyun took it, because closer was safer. Closer meant he could look at Zhou Mi out of the corner of his eye, watch the way he flipped through his magazine and thumbed over his cell phone screen.
And he couldn’t help himself, leaning into Zhou Mi’s shoulder, leaning his head over until it pressed up against Zhou Mi’s neck.
“Oh. Are you tired? Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said to nothing in particular. And when he put his hand on Zhou Mi’s thigh, Zhou Mi covered it, turning and holding onto it. Kyuhyun wondered if it gave him any kind of thrill to be able to do that. It was something Kyuhyun almost couldn’t imagine.
People came and went, none of them commenting on Kyuhyun using Zhou Mi as a pillow. He could feel Zhou Mi’s neck move against his hair.
It took him another half hour before he said, “Sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” Zhou Mi said, squeezing his hand.
He wasn’t sorry because he was all over Zhou M’s space. But he was sorry for the fact that he hadn’t realized that there was a lot about Zhou Mi he didn’t know. And maybe for Zhou Mi things had changed. But at least Kyuhyun would be able to find out.
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Prompt: qmichul smut
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How it began, it was hard to say. Cliche it might have been to say it started with a smile, or a kiss.
They were all such different people, not just in the lines of their bodies but in the way they thought, and how they lived. Perhaps the depths of Heechul’s feelings were shrouded, but he knew almost unerringly what was best for himself. Kyuhyun’s armor was very frank, though what rested underneath was almost terribly tender, so that there were times he could take and take, far more than he could give. Zhou Mi was nearly his opposite, reading both aloof and naive, when inside he knew, perhaps better than any of them, the hardships and ugliness that there could be, and protected himself accordingly.
There were years of knowledge between them, lines that crossed and doubled, experiences shared, good and bad. What flowed to Kyuhyun to Heechul was a want to be included, a kind of respect and urge at times to emulate. Heechul looked to Zhou Mi and saw something behind his smile, a truth maybe, a need to be the dragon at his gates. And though Zhou Mi had been bitten by Kyuhyun’s armor, he had felt the sweetness there first, and it drew him because the people and things that drew true smiles were precious.
Perhaps it was inevitable. It did not start with a smile from Zhou Mi, or a touch from Heechul’s hand, or Kyuhyun’s face flushing. It didn’t happen all at once, and not all together at the same time, like some kind of convergence.
But it happened.
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Heechul was the one between them, which he later confirmed to be the correct order since they would have been trading polite kisses in their seventh decades if he hadn’t figured things out. It wasn’t like that was what he’d set out to do, even, but despite that, Zhou Mi was first. Heechul realized that Zhou Mi was hungry for touch, a natural cuddler and easy with people, a sponge of emotion. It wasn’t as though when Heechul discovered desire that Zhou Mi projected it back. Only, over the course of several nights they had gone from an easy dinner of Heechul’s choosing, to long kisses wrapped together on the couch, to Zhou Mi on his knees. Wet was seeping through Zhou Mi’s pants, having come from bringing him pleasure. It wasn’t quite friends, and not quite more either.
“We’re not exclusive,” had brought only a slight pinch to the edges of Zhou Mi’s eyes and an agreement. Heechul thrived being Heechul, and it was not his time to be pinned down even to a man with a mouth like that.
But it was Zhou Mi’s fault it went further, if fault could be handed out. He’d been sprawled beneath Heechul with his hands grasping the headboard, like some kind of example of male, aroused. Heechul’s mouth had tasted every inch of skin he could see, and had gotten a gasp for almost every one of those. Zhou Mi had come in his mouth almost as many times as the reverse and Heechul craved the knowledge of that pleasure. But not that night, with his hips burying his cock deep in Zhou Mi as Zhou Mi moaned and sweated.
“If you could fuck someone right now, someone not me, bend them over and make them moan, who would it be?” Heechul asked, fondling Zhou Mi’s balls and watching him throb.
The best way to draw out fantasies were when the fantasies were almost real. And even then it took a moment, stroking and wondering who Zhou Mi thought of when he touched himself alone. His cock was thick, hard, and nearly straight, perfect for fucking - Zhou Mi had done that to him once, until he had been swearing into the pillows and coming on the sheets.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi had moaned at last, like it had been torn right out of him. Heechul’s eyebrows rose. Kyuhyun ass was famous, the curves of it.
“With me still inside you,” Heechul panted, and Zhou Mi arched beneath him.
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Kyuhyun’s ass fit perfectly back against him. He’d known it for months. Perhaps the day after he’d pinned Zhou Mi to the bed and slid his cock into Zhou Mi’s mouth and began licking Zhou Mi’s cock at the same time, he’d watched Kyuhyun’s face go nearly as dark as his cock was in Heechul’s hand. They were dry similar in a way, though Kyuhyun had a much harder time hiding emotions. When Heechul began to flirt, it was obvious the fluster wasn’t rejection.
He was about 98% certain without asking that he was the first man to get on his knees and make Kyuhyun shout. Probably for most of the other things, too, because as pretty as Kyuhyun’s mouth was, it had been clumsy at first, before becoming more sure. It had made him feel almost like he was corrupting a very good boy. Though the way Kyuhyun moaned as he was fucked was so knowing that those thoughts faded quickly.
But he knew why, after nights out with Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi, why Zhou Mi had seemed more hungry. For a while he wondered if Zhou Mi was using him as a stand-in for what he could not have, but wanted. Or maybe, it was being near that made him want so much, and that was what brought the idea fully to him.
“Did you know on nights I’m not here, I’m fucking Zhou Mi?” Heechul asked, feeling Kyuhyun’s cock jump against his fingers. He smiled and kissed Kyuhyun’s neck, grinding his hips against Kyuhyun’s neck. “He has this lovely cock, a bit bigger than yours, but then he’s just a bit bigger all over isn’t he? It’s perfect to suck on, not too big. Just right.”
And he slid two fingers into Kyuhyun’s mouth to let him imagine it, knowing he was as Kyuhyun’s tongue moved and stroked.
“I bet he’d love your mouth. I bet he comes thinking about it, thinking about your tongue and how nice you kiss and what it’d feel like to make you come while he fucks you.”
The sound Kyuhyun made was near to a whimper, his cock dripping against Heechul’s fingers.
And Heechul fucked him with those images still in Kyuhyun’s head, coming just before Heechul did and gasping.
“How many others?” Kyuhyun asked, because where Zhou Mi had not wanted to know, Kyuhyun did.
“Just him and you,” Heechul said, and when Heechul kissed him, Kyuhyun moaned.
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If one was good, then two was better, and three was perfect.
Zhou Mi’s mouth was like a furnace around his cock, sucking an eager greed though Heechul wasn’t sure if it was for his taste or his sounds. Though Heechul had to ease him back, make him slow. It was no hardship to have Zhou Mi mouthing at his balls, but Heechul was cursing in his head because he was waiting. But Zhou Mi had just taken him deep again when Heechul heard the door open. Finally. He grabbed Zhou mi’s head, fucking his mouth for a few lazy strokes until he heard Kyuhyun’s sound.
Zhou Mi heard it, too, looking to Heechul first, confused, before realizing they weren’t alone. Heechul’s hand on his neck kept him from backing off and his expression was nearly betrayed, but Heechul knew best. Zhou Mi would forgive him.
“What—“ Kyuhyun began.
“Took you long enough,” Heechul said, and reached out, snagging a belt loop and dragging Kyuhyun closer. “Zhou Mi’s so good with his mouth, I thought I was going to come before you got here to join us.”
Zhou Mi set his teeth very carefully against Heechul’s skin, and Heechul let him go then, lips red and wet. If Kyuhyun hadn’t been half hard from walking up knowing he was going to get laid, he probably would’ve been from that and if didn’t think Zhou Mi would actually bite him, he’d have tried to tug him back down.
“You both know each other,” Heechul said, as though coming across him being blown was an everyday thing. Which he hoped it would be. “And you want each other. Maybe Zhou Mi is willing to share.”
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As though Zhou Mi would not. From the moment that Zhou Mi’s eyes had been on Heechul’s hand, the way it was rubbing against Kyuhyun’s pants, and well before that, Heechul had known. Heechul had stood, unconcerned with the state of his pants, pulling Zhou Mi with him. The kiss he had pressed to Kyuhyun’s lips had been a tease, and a prelude, because beside him was Zhou Mi with his open face and searching eyes.
And the kiss Zhou MI offered was both welcome and perhaps a request, one that Kyuhyun accepted as he curled his fingers around Heechul’s arm. Clothes came off between kisses, Zhou Mis lips against his neck as he undid Kyuhyun’s buttons, and Kyuhyun watching with hungry eyes as Zhou Mi struggled out of his pants.
Heechul knew the way that Zhou Mi cupped the back of his head to kiss him, and the way that Kyuhyun laughed when Heechul’s fingers tickled his sides. He would know what it looked like when that happened with each other, what happened with him against them, how it changed. He knelt, and he watched as Kyuhyun’s arm wound behind Zhou Mi’s neck. There had been no conversation, or rather it hadn’t been in words. Just his words. They told each other in touches, and kisses, and little grins - grins shared when Heechul moaned because they were stroking him together.
There was something aimless in their kisses, as though they kissed for the joy of it. The difference in the planes of their face made for a pretty sight, the way they wound together, and their lips met.
“No more waiting,” Heechul said, and ran his hand down Zhou Mi’s spine, grinning as he arched like a cat into the touch.
Kyuhyun’s face when he was filled was as though he was being shown some revelation, and it was no different when it was Zhou Mi instead of him. He would fill Zhou Mi’s fantasy first, and see where it led them, though Zhou Mi’s moan was broken when he realized that Heechul meant to be no voyeur. Finally there was no more teasing, just the broad plane of Zhou Mi’s back and the quivering muscles as he braced himself.
“How long can you last,” Heechul taunted, as he drove Zhou Mi deeper into Kyuhyun.
The sound Zhou Mi made was because of an overload of sensation, the rapid jerks of Heechul’s hips fucking him, as he was squeezed by Kyuhyun below. The only sounds they made were the wet slides of body into body, quiet grunts, and lingering moans. Kyuhyun’s rolled deepest, and Heechul smiled when he realized Zhou Mi would not, could not, outlast him.
Kyuhyun moaned with him as Zhou Mi came in him, his head hanging low as Heechul did not stop, urging him through it until he was gasping and wriggling. Heechul patted his hip and steadied him as he edged away, curling beside Kyuhyun on the bed. He said something in Mandarin that had Kyuhyun grinning up at Heechul.
“We made him forget all his Korean,” Kyuhyun said.
“Good. That’s the way it should be,” Heechul said, watching as Zhou Mi pushed wet hair off of his forehead. Not any men could take more but they would try again. “But what should I do with you?”
As though they were done. Kyuhyun stared up at him, panting, almost silly with lust as he got out Heechul’s name. It as not in him to last longeither, but Zhou Mi helped, knowingly or not, hi s hand stroking Kyuhyun’s chest and arms, their fingers tangling at Kyuhyun’s cock. His second fuck, and he still hadn’t come, and they were both waiting.
“Can you breathe?” Heechul asked Zhou Mi, sitting up and bracing himself with Kyuhyun’s hips. “Maybe you should help him.”
And he offered Zhou Mi Kyuhyun’s cock.
Something Kyuhyun wanted. Something Zhou Mi wanted. Something Heechul wanted. Something that made Kyuhyun moan as Zhou Mi first kissed him, and then kissed down his chest. Faster, Heechul warned, grabbing Zhou Mi’s shoulder. Or else—
Almost as soon as Zhou Mi’s lips had closed around him, Kyuhyun’s body went taut, babbling Zhou Mi’s name as Heechul fucked him faster, without mercy.
“Come in his mouth like you’ve been wanting to for years,” Heechul panted. And Kyuhyun’s cry was stopped up as he came, his body moving with the throbbing of his cock. And it was into that tight fulfillment that Heechul let himself go, to Kyuhyun’s moans, Kyuhyun’s fingers on Zhou Mi’s head, and Zhou Mi’s hand on Heechul’s thigh.
Zhou Mi rested back, wiping his mouth with really an almost unattractive smirk. Kyuhyun probably would’ve been too, but he was a bit dazed around the eyes. And between their shoulders was about six inches of space that Heechul was claiming as his own, as Zhou Mi steadied him and he muscled right in.
Kyuhyun rested his head against Heechul’s, and he kissed Zhou Mi’s throat, feeling him wrap his arm over Heechul’s chest.
“What were we waiting for?” he wondered. He should’ve known from the beginning it was a good idea for—
Heechul sighed, because they were both fast asleep.
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Prompt: qmichul - sweet
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Who ended up in the middle was not something that had great debate. The bed was enormous which facilitated all of them having their own space when it was wanted. Kyuhyun in particular liked to sprawl, ending in at least one kicking battle which Heechul won. Zhou Mi slept in the middle that night so Kyuhyun could nurse his bruised pride and Heechul could sleep without the temptation of smacking Kyuhyun’s ass just to annoy him.
Though, of the three of them, he was the only one who really enjoyed sleeping naked, so having a good deal of skin pressed up against him was a treat, whether he was nuzzling into Heechul’s hair or breathing against Kyuhyun’s chest.
Sometimes he came to bed to find Heechul and Kyuhyun pressed together, deeply and quite unattractively asleep.
He liked them close for ease of kisses, for sleepy morning snuggles and nighttime laughs. He liked when he was finally relaxing, only to see them trading significant glances at each other.
Sometimes he had to choose who to kiss first, and sometimes all he had to do was watch them instead.
Still, he brushed his lips against Kyuhyun’s temple, getting barely a sigh as he pressed up against his back.
And with his hand holding Heechul’s arm, he fell asleep.
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Prompt: *chinhands at qmichul* <3 thank you for filling the request. consider this a request for the dirty qmichul as well tee hee. smut
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The room was washed in shades of blue, and there were so many moans that filled it.
Zhou Mi wasn’t sure what most overwhelmed him. Maybe it was Kyuhyun’s face, the way his mouth sagged, his lips well kissed and swollen from his own teeth raking over them. Maybe it was the obscene sounds of wet suction being applied, the same of which was making Kyuhyun moan and grip the blankets. Zhou Mi couldn’t see, exactly, except the back of Heechul’s bobbing head. He knew what Heechul could do with his mouth, that he liked being paid back in moans and come - and a mouth in return.
Not that night. Or not for a while. Because as Heechul undid Kyuhyun, he also moaned because Zhou Mi had taken a slow, steady rhythm into him. Every moan from Kyuhyun urged Zhou Mi’s hips. He brushed kisses against Heechul’s shoulders and braced himself, hearing the fine whimpers and moans as Zhou Mi’s fingers kept Heechul hard.
All he wanted was Heechul to come before he did. He knew secrets, how Heechul liked to be touched, that sucking in the crook of his neck made him crumble. Every drive of Zhou Mi’s body pushed Heechul onto kyuhyun. It was Zhou Mi’s hair that Kyuhyun gripped, the moan stuttering in his throat as Heechul moaned his satisfaction of Kyuhyun coming for him.
It would be satisfaction in himself before long. Fingers slick and stroking, between Zhou Mi’s hips and hand Heechul lasted barely a minute with his head on Kyuhyun’s stomach.
“Fuck. Harder,” Heechul gurgled, and moaned, white spilling down his chin as he came in Zhou Mi’s hand.
He waited as long as he dared, pulling Heechul’s hips back against him with the last shred of control. He came against Heechul’s back, like Heechul liked it, looking up to see Kyuhyun licking his lips at the mess he had made.
The last thing Zhou Mi remembered was pressing his sweating body against the sheets, and smiling as he watched Heechul and Kyuhyun kiss, sharing what Heechul had gotten from Kyuhyun.
It had been a good night’s work.
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On to even mooooore fic!
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Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (plus some threesomes)
Rating: up to NC-17
Genre: many
Warnings: some have sexual situations and should be marked smut
Summary: Many different prompts and genres from requests. Please read prompts for any warnings.
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Prompt: Domestic!Qmi with their daughter (fluff~~~)
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He was fascinated by the tiny lashes on her eyelids, on the whisper of eyebrows, and the curve of her cheek. Kyuhyun held her, half wrapped in a blanket in a tiny dress, and she looked so fragile in his arms.
Her head shifted as his fingertip traced the curve of her ear, and Zhou Mi looked up only to see that Kyuhyun was staring at her in just as much fascination. Her arms were round and soft, and she smelled of baby soap and formula. Each of her ten toes were smaller than anything he could have imagined, and he was staggered.
“Are you sure—“
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said, his voice hushed. “She’s ours.”
She was going to grow up and rule the world. They were going to see to that. With the blanket more firmly around her, Zhou Mi accepted her from Kyuhyun’s arms.
They still hadn’t settled on a name. For some reason, he was kind of glad. Just looking at her face would make it easier, the faces she made as she pursed her mouth and blinked open her eyes to stare at him, unfocused.
“Hi,” Zhou Mi said, cooing at her. She made a sound, shifting in his arms. And when Kyuhyun ran his finger against her palm, she grasped it, connecting them. “Welcome home.”
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Prompt: more qmi~~~ maybe a bit smutty? Kyuhyun missed Zhou Mi very much while he was overseas and wants to show him just how much smut
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“You know what I missed most?” He gasped, hips twitching, and Kyuhyun laughed. “Yeah, that.”
“Oh. Oh. Kyuhyun.”
“And that,” Kyuhyun said, steadying himself above Zhou Mi on the bed.
From Kyuhyun’s words he missed the way that Zhou Mi touched him, and the sounds he made, and maybe the way he said Kyuhyun’s name. But he couldn’t help himself when he said it again, any more than he could help the way that Kyuhyun’s eyelids dipped but only enough to emphasize the lust he saw there.
He felt that Kyuhyun had missed him in the lingering kisses, and the hands that ran through his hair. He knew by how Kyuhyun had smiled when he saw him, and the hug he’d been given, and that Kyuhyun had sat near him at dinner.
Some of those told him so much more, but that Kyuhyun kissed him then and moved above him and made him moan, it showed that Kyuhyun wanted. Kyuhyun touched him, and whispered his name, like it had been a day, a week a month, since they had been together.
But it was the way that Kyuhyun locked his hand around Zhou Mi’s waist, and pressed a kiss against Zhou Mi’s throat before falling asleep that told him everything.
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Prompt: zhou mi finds out kyuhyun's been homeless since they parted ways after college and scolds him for being stupid but brings him home and loves on him <3
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The nerves were almost palpable. The way that Kyuhyun twisted his hands together, the smile that was more of a shield than it was in happiness. Zhou Mi glanced up at the shielder and his thoughtless words haunted him. Kyuhyun was staying there? It was better than a bench, it seemed, or hiding behind a dumpster.
“Didn’t you know where I lived?” Zhou Mi asked. He wasn’t sure what he could have done to help, but he would have trie.d Kyuhyun had been more than an acquaintance to him, and he would have done just as much to help someone he barely knew.
“I didn’t want anyone to have to… Don’t feel sorry for me.”
“It’s not sorry I’m feeling. I—“ For a moment Zhou Mi didn’t even know what to say. He didn’t want to say something that was going to make Kyuhyun think he was looking down on him, and yet he didn’t want to stuck on the street where both of them were unable to relax. “Did you want to come over for a while? We can catch up.”
“I’m not going to have much to tell you,” Kyuhyun said, the laugh very small.
“Then we’ll watch TV. I even know how to cook a couple of things now.”
“I don’t want—“
“I just want to spend time with my friend,” Zhou Mi said, closing his eyes for a moment when it looked like Kyuhyun was going to protest, to insist he didn’t want pity.
But he fed Kyuhyun, at least, talking about what he’d been up to and books he read. And Kyuhyun nodded along with him, comfortable in a way Zhou Mi had hoped he would be.
“I get to shower, and wash my clothes,” Kyuhyun said, smiling a bit as he relaxed beside Zhou Mi on the couch. “It won’t be for much longer.”
He had room for Kyuhyun to stay. He did. But when he looked at Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun shook his head. Not yet. It wasn’t the right time yet. But Kyuhyun did accept when Zhou Mi held out an arm, pressing into his hug as though he hadn’t had one in a long time.
“Now you know where I live.”
“I won’t be a stranger,” Kyuhyun said. “I promise.”
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Prompt: Qmi- Zhou Mi finds it really sexy when Kyuhyun is being smart/academic
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It was homework time, and with it Zhou Mi asked questions, curious about what Kyuhyun was learning. The words tumbled out and some of them stuck in Zhou Mi’s head while others didn’t. Actually, Kyuhyun sounded really good when he talked like that, taking on a tone that was faintly lecturing and quite different from how he usually talked. Sometimes Kyuhyun caught on when Zhou Mi asked him to repeat something, unable to keep the corners of his lips from curling as Kyuhyun looked at him.
“What, do you think I should’ve been a professor?”
“I’d have taken all your classes,” Zhou Mi said. “Sitting in the front. Watching how smart you looked.”
“Just smart?”
Zhou Mi chuckled, because of course not.
“Want me to put on a pair of glasses and tell you all about it? Maybe I should sit in your lap, too.”
Maybe that was taking it too far. Maybe the part where Kyuhyun knew was actually a bad thing. He didn’t think Kyuhyun’s success would be great his college classes while distracted by the fact that Zhou Mi was distracted by him.
Kyuhyun perked up a bit. “Do you want to call me professor?”
Zhou Mi scowled at him. “No.”
But the way that Kyuhyun smiled at him was enough.
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Prompt: kyu having a sexual crisis when he realizes he wants to lick zhou mi (or something like that xD) (hope you're having a good day :) )
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It probably went without saying that watching someone breathe could be pretty dull. At least, Kyuhyun had always thought this until he came upon Zhou Mi, totally relaxed. The black tank top he wore was clingy, and all he was doing was sitting there scrolling through his phone with one hand. Kyuhyun started at his thighs, and kept going, tracing how his shoulders stood out from the fabric, and the long curve of his neck. It all very fluidly went to the jut of his chin, and his mouth.
And Kyuhyun was standing there staring like he’d never seen a human being before. Or maybe, just not a human in quite that way. He really enjoyed looking at women, and maybe there’d been a few men, that wasn’t a new thing. But Zhou Mi didn’t fit those expectations. Okay, there were his legs. But he was…
Kyuhyun turned and fled before any other thoughts could pass his mind.
Avoidance didn’t fix his brain. He asked himself why Zhou Mi, why all of a sudden. His brain had fired back with a very rude response that it had been trying to tell him about Zhou Mi for months and Kyuhyun was just too slow to catch on.
Ryeowook leveled him. “He’s all you ever talk about, Kyuhyun. Wasn’t it obvious?”
No. It hadn’t been. He’d never dated a guy. It could’ve been hero worship. A friendly crush.
When Zhou Mi held out his hand, Kyuhyun took it. When he offered a hug, Kyuhyun walked into it.
When Kyuhyun gripped Zhou Mi’s shoulders and, contemplating words that he immediately discarded, kissed him, Zhou Mi didn’t pull away.
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Prompt: qmi - phoenix
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It was hard to say what color the feathers had been. Perhaps they had been bright, yellows, and reds, and blues. They had taken to looking ashen in shades of coal and pearly gray. Kyuhyun kept them in a box beside him as Zhou Mi looked through books, pages making a loud snap as he turned them.
“Maybe no one knows how long a cycle is,” Kyuhyun said.
“There has to be something,” Zhou Mi nearly snapped.
Maybe it was different for everyone. But they’d been looking for weeks, for years, hoping the secret he carried with him would never be relevant to them. But one day Zhou Mi had reached for him, and he had smeared ash across Kyuhyun’s face. The sheets had been covered in it, like he had been smoldering over night. And the feathers, never pristine that Kyuhyun could remember, had begun to fall apart.
They kept the ash they could in an empty garbage bin.
“There’s something ironic about this,” Kyuhyun said as he watched ash fall from his hair. “When I get to rise from the ashes, I’ll be in the garbage?”
Zhou Mi knew he had to keep the ashes. Anything that was left, he would gather together and wait. They’d seen days, months. One had never been reborn at all.
“As long as you’re not reborn as a baby,” Zhou Mi joked, his breath so very warm when Kyuhyun felt so incredibly cold.
One hand gripped his feathers, and the other was grasped in Zhou Mi’s hand. He wanted to tell Zhou Mi to let go, that he might be burned, but he knew Zhou Mi wouldn’t listen. It as the last contact they would have, before— Maybe forever.
“I’ll wait,” Zhou Mi said, baring his teeth in a pained smile, looking at Kyuhyun as though his eyes could keep him there.
All he would have was pile of ashes and half-burnt feathers, until Kyuhyun was born from them again.
The burn started at his heart, a bright white pain that had him grasping Zhou Mi’s hand. They would wait together.
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Prompt: Qmi..anything..i'm tired from school work so just give me anything qmi and I'll love you forever ^^
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“Stop laughing at me.”
“I’m not!”
Well, he mostly wasn’t. Or, he was mostly trying not to. In the course of a playdate, Kyuhyun’s normal companion had disappeared. Though, he was using normal loosely. In his place was Zhou Mi who had a small feathered hat on his head, jauntily angled of course. There were tiny stick-on jewels adoring his ears and the corners of his eyes, and all ten fingernails. Around his neck, some kind of flower lei. His lap was also festooned with animals of a variety of plastics and fabrics.
“I see you’ve been having fun without me.”
Zhou Mi blew out a breath and one of the feather’s twitched, and Kyuhyun hiccuped.
“You look wonderful,” Kyuhyun told him, and there wasn’t one ounce of falseness in that. He looked like he’d been having tons of fun with a little girl who adored him.
“I do, don’t I?” Zhou Mi said, and pressed a tiny kiss to the back of a stuffed rhino he was holding.
At least the makeup years hadn’t been reached. He could well imagine finding Zhou Mi in bright pink lipstick and blushing cheeks. Though it was equally plausible that it would be him getting that treatment and not Zhou Mi.
Actually, when he really thought about it, he couldn’t wait. But he was going to enjoy all the years in between.
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Prompt: kyuhyun discovered zhou mi's Sexyback dance predebut video and plots evil things from it xD fluff,maybe? /sends Mikachu your way/ oh and qmi bff :P
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Heads tilted back and forth.
Eyes widened.
It was a little bit like watching a…
But that hadn’t happened yet.
Kyuhyun wasn’t sure what to say. At one point, kind of like a penguin. At another, kind of like a walking stick.
He tried to let Zhou Mi know that he’d seen it, humming the song and not getting even a flinch or a batted eyelash. Mostly Zhou Mi just looked at him like he was wanting something.
So, he set up a movie night, and got as many people together as he could. He made popcorn - maybe got a little help for it. He spent hours in front of his computer making little clips of Zhou Mi’s dance with helpful captions and an ending message of “This movie brought sexy back~! And now for the show”
Kyuhyun made sure he wasn’t sitting by Zhou Mi to start. He liked all of his limbs in the configuration they were in, and his neck too for that matter. With his laptop hooked to the TV, he perched and waited until everyone was ready.
No one knew what they were going to see.
Kyuhyun pushed play, waited for the title to come up, and kept his eyes on Zhou Mi’s face.
It took a couple of seconds for Zhou Mi to realize that it was him dancing on screen to some fake opening credits.
Zhou Mi’s mouth dropped open. It almost widened like he was going to smile but it was more like horror.
Kyuhyun fought hysteria as Zhou Mi burst out laughing, rocking back into the couch before half springing up. His finger pointed at Kyuhyun.
“You!” Zhou Mi crowed indignantly, as chaos erupted around them. People finally realized who was dancing, too.
Kyuhyun might have been crying tears of laughter.
Zhou Mi shook his shoulders as Kyuhyun squeezed down beside him on the couch.
“How did you find that?” Zhou Mi complained.
“Secret.”
He giggled into Zhou Mi’s shoulder as everyone praised Zhou Mi as Zhou Mi chortled along with them. Then Kyuhyun started the real movie, with Zhou Mi leaning into him.
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Prompt: University AU. Zhou Mi is taking a lit class where he doesn't understand anything and vents to Kyuhyun. "close reading?? analysis??"
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He understood…some of it. It wasn’t as though he’d thought taking a lit class was going to be sitting around reading books all day, though he would’ve enjoyed that. He had to search for what “close” reading meant. Wasn’t he reading everything closely? Wasn’t he supposed to pay attention to all of it?
Kyuhyun put his chin in his hand and just listened as Zhou Mi waved his syllabus in the air and dragged out the book the class was working on and the four supplement texts on…how to read it.
“I had no idea,” Zhou Mi said, staring at the stack of pages in front of him. “Isn’t this too much?”
“It’s good to be able to learn how to dig deeper? How to put analysis into words?” Kyuhyun said. Though, he said it more like he hoped it was something that Zhou Mi wanted to hear.
“What if the author didn’t mean for it to be interpreted that way?”
They stared at each other. Kyuhyun wasn’t a lit major, and Zhou Mi knew that. He just assumed Kyuhyun of anyone he knew would be able to put him on the right path. Since the path he was on was flipping pages in various forms of panic.
“Well, let’s start at the beginning,” Kyuhyun said. “Have you read the part you’re going to be writing on?”
“Yes. And I’ve bookmarked the parts in the books that talk about what the professor wanted.”
All fourteen places.
When Kyuhyun’s eyes went a bit swirly, at least Zhou Mi knew he wasn’t alone.
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Prompt: Qmi.. a bit from the baseball au ^^
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It wasn’t often that Kyuhyun got Zhou Mi in his uniform when it wasn’t a photo op or after a game when Zhou Mi was usually sweaty and smelled of dirt and sports drinks.
Getting him all pristine was a gift. The white uniform with its blue piping, tracing his fingers along Zhou Mi’s name on the back, and his number, 19. It was all carefully stitched, and Zhou Mi smelled of cologne, there at his neck where his jersey met his skin. The way Zhou Mi’s pants fitted, sleek, caught at his waist by a slim belt that Kyuhyun tucked his fingers through. He knew how many layers Zhou Mi had on. His underwear and protective cup, the shirt he wore under his jersey.
“Looks good,” Kyuhyun said, and waggled his eyebrows when Zhou Mi struck a pose.
He’d seen Zhou Mi seamlessly change between his baseball uniform and a suit and bow tie, hair hair perfectly combed and smile warm. Both suited him. And Kyuhyun certainly enjoyed undressing him from both of them.
“Hello first baseman Zhou,” Kyuhyun said, draping an arm over Zhou Mi’s broad shoulder.
“Hello Mr. Vice President Cho,” Zhou Mi teased back, hands on Kyuhyun’s hips. “How long do we have?”
Thirty minutes, maybe. It was a photo op, and Kyuhyun had been nagged into it. The team couldn’t exactly tell the owner’s son no, after all. And Zhou Mi wouldn’t even hear of refusing.
They wouldn’t mess each other up. Much.
Still, he let his fingers sneak down Zhou Mi’s back pants pocket, and smiled as Zhou Mi pulled him in for a kiss.
***
Prompt: Could I request qmi.. something involving Kyuhyun being sweet and kissy and affectionate towards Mi when they're alone
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There was something about having someone beaming at him every time he went by that triggered something in Kyuhyun. Whether Zhou Mi was reading, or watching a show, or playing on his phone, if he noticed Kyuhyun skulking or on his way into the room, he looked up and smiled. It wasn’t always the big toothy grin. Sometimes it was just a quirk of the lips, or his eyes going happy.
So, no one could’ve blamed Kyuhyun for detouring to kiss that pretty mouth, sometimes more than once until Zhou Mi was swatting him away.
When they were on the couch together, Zhou Mi made him want to smile back, even when Kyuhyun was against one arm, his feet pressed up against Zhou Mi’s side. When Zhou Mi very nearly dimpled, Kyuhyun’s foot pressed a little harder. It wasn’t like he kicked Zhou Mi, it was just physical need to be closer because the cute was too much.
And maybe it mildly annoyed Zhou Mi when Kyuhyun caught him around the neck and rubbed his face in Zhou Mi’s hair. It was soft, and it smelled good, and Kyuhyun learned after Zhou Mi whined not to do that just before he went out.
But he found a place in Zhou Mi’s lap and whispered things that had Zhou Mi giggling as Kyuhyun kissed his neck and squeezed Zhou Mi tight.
***
Prompt: qmi - kyuhyun works as a taxi driver, and one day he picks up a little bit drunk zhou mi outside a club, who can't seem to remember his address. kyuhyun decides to take him home to his apartment, where he has to constantly fight off the advances of a suddenly horny zhou mi, :D
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Generally people knew where they lived, or at least where they were going. That made for ease of transportation, generally, and for Kyuhyun on the end of a long shift, that was optimal. Sometimes drunk people got a little…confused. But a look at a driver’s license or passport got them on their way. He didn’t often get someone so inebriated that all they could say was “Home.”
Kyuhyun tried to trick the information out.
“What’s your name?”
“Zhou Mi.”
“How old are you?”
Zhou Mi squinted at him but didn’t reply.
“Where do you live?” Kyuhyun prompted.
“Home.”
Kyuhyun sighed.
There was no wallet in Zhou Mi’s pants or his jacket, or the bag he carried. There was no mail, no other way of deciphering where Zhou Mi was going. Or for that matter, where he came from. There were keys, not like that was going to help him. Zhou Mi didn’t even have a cell phone so Kyuhyun could interrupt someone’s evening to figure out his mystery passenger’s identity.
Then again, Zhou Mi seemed okay enough. Even if he was drunk and stubborn.
“If you promise not to throw up, you can crash at my place,” Kyuhyun said.
“Mm.”
And with that, Zhou Mi smiled and rested his head back on the seat, and didn’t move even when Kyuhyun buckled him in.
Zhou Mi certainly didn’t resist getting his arm around Kyuhyun’s shoulders as Kyuhyun led him into his building and up to his apartment.
“Hi,” Zhou Mi said against his cheek, and Kyuhyun flushed.
At least he had semi-coordination. The first thing Kyuhyun did was steer Zhou Mi into the bathroom, and then pour water into him, and then pour Zhou Mi onto the couch.
“You’re really cute,” Zhou Mi said, running his hand down Kyuhyun’s leg.
“I’m being propositioned by a drunk guy. Awesome.”
“I’m not pro— Prop— You’re cute…?”
“Yeah. Sleep.”
Kyuhyun kind of awkwardly petted Zhou Mi’s head until he finally passed out.
***
“Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi. Wake up. Don’t fall back asleep.”
Zhou Mi squinted up at him. “Who…are you?”
“You don’t remember the guy who took you home last night?” Kyuhyun asked, and only moderately felt bad when Zhou Mi felt to make sure he was still clothed. “Not like that. You got in my taxi last night, and wouldn’t tell me where you live.”
Zhou Mi took a moment with that. “I remember a taxi. The driver was cute. Oh.”
Kyuhyun’s ears started burning. Not like Zhou MI hadn’t indicated that the night before, but alcohol wasn’t exactly something to bring out incredible truths.
“You do remember where you live?” Kyuhyun asked.
Zhou Mi brushed down his bangs. “Of course. Ugh. This is Heechul’s fault.”
A friend, Kyuhyun assumed.
“There’s the bathroom. I have food, then I need to start my shift. You can be my first fare of the day, huh?”
“Thank you,” Zhou Mi said after he stood and made sure he wasn’t going to tip over.
“It’s no prob—“
His words were muffled in Zhou Mi’s shoulder. It had been no problem at all.
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Prompt: Qmi? They can't be cuddly/affectionate in front of fans because some fans bash Zhou Mi because of it, but as soon as cameras are off/they are out of sight, Qmi completely change...
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Onstage, it was nearly a test. The hugs, leaning in together. Sometimes it felt like Kyuhyun who was the one more afraid, who made Zhou Mi question. Depending on who was the first one offstage, once they got in the dressing rooms, Zhou Mi opened his arms and Kyuhyun flopped into them - sweaty or not. There was laughter and exhaustion and both relief and letdown after the end of a performance.
No one spared them a look, unless they were in the way or holding people up. Kyuhyun’s fingers tangled with his over and over. Though in the van it was every man for himself, if Kyuhyun ended up in a different row, Zhou Mi would feel Kyuhyun petting the back his head or sometimes poking it if Zhou Mi was ignoring him. On planes, they sometimes passed each other notes like they were in grade school to the eternal amusement of everyone else. Sure, they could’ve just sat together. That took some of the fun out of it.
In private though, Zhou Mi got to see all the very…different sides of Kyuhyun. He didn’t mean just his skin though that he wasn’t trading. He knew Kyuhyun sometimes gurgled out songs in the shower, and that if he got in a comfortable position on the bed he didn’t want to move. Whether Zhou Mi was partly smashed by him or not. It meant that Zhou Mi got up to go get Kyuhyun a drink sometimes, though Kyuhyun always, always thanked him.
When Kyuhyun kissed him, he murmured, “One day…”
And Zhou Mi believed him.
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Prompt: qmi - get together
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Zhou Mi ran his fingers down the front of his suit, assuring himself of the placement of each button as a way of centering himself. He’d stood, pulled down the edges, and stretched his spine. In his hand, the leather covering of his briefcase handle bit into the grooves at his knuckles. When he rubbed his hand against his pant leg, it was not from overt anxiety so much as it was to be prepared in case he would be called on to shake someone’s hand.
It was important. The deal he brought was the difference between drawing up proposals yet again, or several years of financial security.
“Mr. Cho will see you now,” a young man said, and Zhou Mi smiled at him, flustering him as he opened the door for Zhou Mi to pass through.
In the wide office with its bank of windows, there was only one desk but two people, both of which who stood on his entrance.
The man buttoned his suit jacket, habitual, and the woman stepped forward. Assistant, Zhou Mi wondered only briefly until he truly looked at her.
“Cho Ahra,” she said, extending her hand. It was cool when he grasped it, his head lowering when hers did. Not an assistant. CEO, a position shared with her brother. “And this is Kyuhyun.”
“Or, as she normally introduces me, her little brother,” Kyuhyun said, a smile quirking when he looked at his sister. But his eyes were on Zhou Mi’s when his hand took Zhou Mi’s in a solid grasp.
***
“Every time I see you, you’re buttoning up those suit buttons,” Zhou Mi said as he slid into the chair across from Kyuhyun. There was only the faintest murmur of conversation and the sound of metal against china, the mark of how fine a restaurant they were in.
“My mother would scold me if I stood up with my jacket undone,” Kyuhyun said, chuckling. “I went ahead and ordered wine. If you’d like to taste it…”
There was a glass already prepared for him, and Zhou Mi swirled it, bringing it to his nose for a moment before letting the wine roll across his palate.
“Not a subtle taste,” Zhou Mi said. “I like it.”
“There’s something to be said for boldness. Yes, thank you,” Kyuhyun said to the waiter, who poured for both of them.
As Zhou Mi expected, there were no prices on the menu. It took only a glance to settle on the steak. It, too, was bold.
But he focused on the rim of his glass, when he recognized that the foremost thought was that he would have liked to see Kyuhyun undo his suit jacket. And perhaps a good many buttons beneath that as well.
***
The silk of Kyuhyun’s tie was cool and slick between his fingers, and he held tighter, groaning as Kyuhyun leaned against him. The wall was even cooler, but he shuddered as Kyuhyun’s breath was warm against his lips.
“Like this?” Kyuhyun whispered.
“Yes,” he said, and pulled Kyuhyun in.
***
Prompt: Qmi~ Kyuhyun finds out Zhou Mi has had a crush on him for 5 years/since he joined SJM through overhearing someone talk about it or something.
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Kyuhyun was frozen with his head against the wall, words echoing in his head.
“Zhou Mi has gotten better at hiding his feelings for Kyuhyun. He still looks at him like he’s made of diamond, though. Same as when they debuted.”
“Oh, I know. It’s amazing Kyuhyun doesn’t turn red every time Zhou Mi looks at him or looks him over. You think Zhou Mi thinks he has a chance?”
“Not after this long.”
The conversation faded, leaving Kyuhyun hidden and alone. It was a joke, was his first assumption. It was code for something else. They were confused. There was no way that Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi who couldn’t hold in a laugh, could hide feelings for that many years.
Kyuhyun almost finches the next time he saw Zhou Mi, when Zhou Mi smiled and then patted the seat next to him in offer.
Kyuhyun took it, because closer was safer. Closer meant he could look at Zhou Mi out of the corner of his eye, watch the way he flipped through his magazine and thumbed over his cell phone screen.
And he couldn’t help himself, leaning into Zhou Mi’s shoulder, leaning his head over until it pressed up against Zhou Mi’s neck.
“Oh. Are you tired? Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun said to nothing in particular. And when he put his hand on Zhou Mi’s thigh, Zhou Mi covered it, turning and holding onto it. Kyuhyun wondered if it gave him any kind of thrill to be able to do that. It was something Kyuhyun almost couldn’t imagine.
People came and went, none of them commenting on Kyuhyun using Zhou Mi as a pillow. He could feel Zhou Mi’s neck move against his hair.
It took him another half hour before he said, “Sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” Zhou Mi said, squeezing his hand.
He wasn’t sorry because he was all over Zhou M’s space. But he was sorry for the fact that he hadn’t realized that there was a lot about Zhou Mi he didn’t know. And maybe for Zhou Mi things had changed. But at least Kyuhyun would be able to find out.
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Prompt: qmichul smut
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How it began, it was hard to say. Cliche it might have been to say it started with a smile, or a kiss.
They were all such different people, not just in the lines of their bodies but in the way they thought, and how they lived. Perhaps the depths of Heechul’s feelings were shrouded, but he knew almost unerringly what was best for himself. Kyuhyun’s armor was very frank, though what rested underneath was almost terribly tender, so that there were times he could take and take, far more than he could give. Zhou Mi was nearly his opposite, reading both aloof and naive, when inside he knew, perhaps better than any of them, the hardships and ugliness that there could be, and protected himself accordingly.
There were years of knowledge between them, lines that crossed and doubled, experiences shared, good and bad. What flowed to Kyuhyun to Heechul was a want to be included, a kind of respect and urge at times to emulate. Heechul looked to Zhou Mi and saw something behind his smile, a truth maybe, a need to be the dragon at his gates. And though Zhou Mi had been bitten by Kyuhyun’s armor, he had felt the sweetness there first, and it drew him because the people and things that drew true smiles were precious.
Perhaps it was inevitable. It did not start with a smile from Zhou Mi, or a touch from Heechul’s hand, or Kyuhyun’s face flushing. It didn’t happen all at once, and not all together at the same time, like some kind of convergence.
But it happened.
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Heechul was the one between them, which he later confirmed to be the correct order since they would have been trading polite kisses in their seventh decades if he hadn’t figured things out. It wasn’t like that was what he’d set out to do, even, but despite that, Zhou Mi was first. Heechul realized that Zhou Mi was hungry for touch, a natural cuddler and easy with people, a sponge of emotion. It wasn’t as though when Heechul discovered desire that Zhou Mi projected it back. Only, over the course of several nights they had gone from an easy dinner of Heechul’s choosing, to long kisses wrapped together on the couch, to Zhou Mi on his knees. Wet was seeping through Zhou Mi’s pants, having come from bringing him pleasure. It wasn’t quite friends, and not quite more either.
“We’re not exclusive,” had brought only a slight pinch to the edges of Zhou Mi’s eyes and an agreement. Heechul thrived being Heechul, and it was not his time to be pinned down even to a man with a mouth like that.
But it was Zhou Mi’s fault it went further, if fault could be handed out. He’d been sprawled beneath Heechul with his hands grasping the headboard, like some kind of example of male, aroused. Heechul’s mouth had tasted every inch of skin he could see, and had gotten a gasp for almost every one of those. Zhou Mi had come in his mouth almost as many times as the reverse and Heechul craved the knowledge of that pleasure. But not that night, with his hips burying his cock deep in Zhou Mi as Zhou Mi moaned and sweated.
“If you could fuck someone right now, someone not me, bend them over and make them moan, who would it be?” Heechul asked, fondling Zhou Mi’s balls and watching him throb.
The best way to draw out fantasies were when the fantasies were almost real. And even then it took a moment, stroking and wondering who Zhou Mi thought of when he touched himself alone. His cock was thick, hard, and nearly straight, perfect for fucking - Zhou Mi had done that to him once, until he had been swearing into the pillows and coming on the sheets.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi had moaned at last, like it had been torn right out of him. Heechul’s eyebrows rose. Kyuhyun ass was famous, the curves of it.
“With me still inside you,” Heechul panted, and Zhou Mi arched beneath him.
***
Kyuhyun’s ass fit perfectly back against him. He’d known it for months. Perhaps the day after he’d pinned Zhou Mi to the bed and slid his cock into Zhou Mi’s mouth and began licking Zhou Mi’s cock at the same time, he’d watched Kyuhyun’s face go nearly as dark as his cock was in Heechul’s hand. They were dry similar in a way, though Kyuhyun had a much harder time hiding emotions. When Heechul began to flirt, it was obvious the fluster wasn’t rejection.
He was about 98% certain without asking that he was the first man to get on his knees and make Kyuhyun shout. Probably for most of the other things, too, because as pretty as Kyuhyun’s mouth was, it had been clumsy at first, before becoming more sure. It had made him feel almost like he was corrupting a very good boy. Though the way Kyuhyun moaned as he was fucked was so knowing that those thoughts faded quickly.
But he knew why, after nights out with Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi, why Zhou Mi had seemed more hungry. For a while he wondered if Zhou Mi was using him as a stand-in for what he could not have, but wanted. Or maybe, it was being near that made him want so much, and that was what brought the idea fully to him.
“Did you know on nights I’m not here, I’m fucking Zhou Mi?” Heechul asked, feeling Kyuhyun’s cock jump against his fingers. He smiled and kissed Kyuhyun’s neck, grinding his hips against Kyuhyun’s neck. “He has this lovely cock, a bit bigger than yours, but then he’s just a bit bigger all over isn’t he? It’s perfect to suck on, not too big. Just right.”
And he slid two fingers into Kyuhyun’s mouth to let him imagine it, knowing he was as Kyuhyun’s tongue moved and stroked.
“I bet he’d love your mouth. I bet he comes thinking about it, thinking about your tongue and how nice you kiss and what it’d feel like to make you come while he fucks you.”
The sound Kyuhyun made was near to a whimper, his cock dripping against Heechul’s fingers.
And Heechul fucked him with those images still in Kyuhyun’s head, coming just before Heechul did and gasping.
“How many others?” Kyuhyun asked, because where Zhou Mi had not wanted to know, Kyuhyun did.
“Just him and you,” Heechul said, and when Heechul kissed him, Kyuhyun moaned.
***
If one was good, then two was better, and three was perfect.
Zhou Mi’s mouth was like a furnace around his cock, sucking an eager greed though Heechul wasn’t sure if it was for his taste or his sounds. Though Heechul had to ease him back, make him slow. It was no hardship to have Zhou Mi mouthing at his balls, but Heechul was cursing in his head because he was waiting. But Zhou Mi had just taken him deep again when Heechul heard the door open. Finally. He grabbed Zhou mi’s head, fucking his mouth for a few lazy strokes until he heard Kyuhyun’s sound.
Zhou Mi heard it, too, looking to Heechul first, confused, before realizing they weren’t alone. Heechul’s hand on his neck kept him from backing off and his expression was nearly betrayed, but Heechul knew best. Zhou Mi would forgive him.
“What—“ Kyuhyun began.
“Took you long enough,” Heechul said, and reached out, snagging a belt loop and dragging Kyuhyun closer. “Zhou Mi’s so good with his mouth, I thought I was going to come before you got here to join us.”
Zhou Mi set his teeth very carefully against Heechul’s skin, and Heechul let him go then, lips red and wet. If Kyuhyun hadn’t been half hard from walking up knowing he was going to get laid, he probably would’ve been from that and if didn’t think Zhou Mi would actually bite him, he’d have tried to tug him back down.
“You both know each other,” Heechul said, as though coming across him being blown was an everyday thing. Which he hoped it would be. “And you want each other. Maybe Zhou Mi is willing to share.”
***
As though Zhou Mi would not. From the moment that Zhou Mi’s eyes had been on Heechul’s hand, the way it was rubbing against Kyuhyun’s pants, and well before that, Heechul had known. Heechul had stood, unconcerned with the state of his pants, pulling Zhou Mi with him. The kiss he had pressed to Kyuhyun’s lips had been a tease, and a prelude, because beside him was Zhou Mi with his open face and searching eyes.
And the kiss Zhou MI offered was both welcome and perhaps a request, one that Kyuhyun accepted as he curled his fingers around Heechul’s arm. Clothes came off between kisses, Zhou Mis lips against his neck as he undid Kyuhyun’s buttons, and Kyuhyun watching with hungry eyes as Zhou Mi struggled out of his pants.
Heechul knew the way that Zhou Mi cupped the back of his head to kiss him, and the way that Kyuhyun laughed when Heechul’s fingers tickled his sides. He would know what it looked like when that happened with each other, what happened with him against them, how it changed. He knelt, and he watched as Kyuhyun’s arm wound behind Zhou Mi’s neck. There had been no conversation, or rather it hadn’t been in words. Just his words. They told each other in touches, and kisses, and little grins - grins shared when Heechul moaned because they were stroking him together.
There was something aimless in their kisses, as though they kissed for the joy of it. The difference in the planes of their face made for a pretty sight, the way they wound together, and their lips met.
“No more waiting,” Heechul said, and ran his hand down Zhou Mi’s spine, grinning as he arched like a cat into the touch.
Kyuhyun’s face when he was filled was as though he was being shown some revelation, and it was no different when it was Zhou Mi instead of him. He would fill Zhou Mi’s fantasy first, and see where it led them, though Zhou Mi’s moan was broken when he realized that Heechul meant to be no voyeur. Finally there was no more teasing, just the broad plane of Zhou Mi’s back and the quivering muscles as he braced himself.
“How long can you last,” Heechul taunted, as he drove Zhou Mi deeper into Kyuhyun.
The sound Zhou Mi made was because of an overload of sensation, the rapid jerks of Heechul’s hips fucking him, as he was squeezed by Kyuhyun below. The only sounds they made were the wet slides of body into body, quiet grunts, and lingering moans. Kyuhyun’s rolled deepest, and Heechul smiled when he realized Zhou Mi would not, could not, outlast him.
Kyuhyun moaned with him as Zhou Mi came in him, his head hanging low as Heechul did not stop, urging him through it until he was gasping and wriggling. Heechul patted his hip and steadied him as he edged away, curling beside Kyuhyun on the bed. He said something in Mandarin that had Kyuhyun grinning up at Heechul.
“We made him forget all his Korean,” Kyuhyun said.
“Good. That’s the way it should be,” Heechul said, watching as Zhou Mi pushed wet hair off of his forehead. Not any men could take more but they would try again. “But what should I do with you?”
As though they were done. Kyuhyun stared up at him, panting, almost silly with lust as he got out Heechul’s name. It as not in him to last longeither, but Zhou Mi helped, knowingly or not, hi s hand stroking Kyuhyun’s chest and arms, their fingers tangling at Kyuhyun’s cock. His second fuck, and he still hadn’t come, and they were both waiting.
“Can you breathe?” Heechul asked Zhou Mi, sitting up and bracing himself with Kyuhyun’s hips. “Maybe you should help him.”
And he offered Zhou Mi Kyuhyun’s cock.
Something Kyuhyun wanted. Something Zhou Mi wanted. Something Heechul wanted. Something that made Kyuhyun moan as Zhou Mi first kissed him, and then kissed down his chest. Faster, Heechul warned, grabbing Zhou Mi’s shoulder. Or else—
Almost as soon as Zhou Mi’s lips had closed around him, Kyuhyun’s body went taut, babbling Zhou Mi’s name as Heechul fucked him faster, without mercy.
“Come in his mouth like you’ve been wanting to for years,” Heechul panted. And Kyuhyun’s cry was stopped up as he came, his body moving with the throbbing of his cock. And it was into that tight fulfillment that Heechul let himself go, to Kyuhyun’s moans, Kyuhyun’s fingers on Zhou Mi’s head, and Zhou Mi’s hand on Heechul’s thigh.
Zhou Mi rested back, wiping his mouth with really an almost unattractive smirk. Kyuhyun probably would’ve been too, but he was a bit dazed around the eyes. And between their shoulders was about six inches of space that Heechul was claiming as his own, as Zhou Mi steadied him and he muscled right in.
Kyuhyun rested his head against Heechul’s, and he kissed Zhou Mi’s throat, feeling him wrap his arm over Heechul’s chest.
“What were we waiting for?” he wondered. He should’ve known from the beginning it was a good idea for—
Heechul sighed, because they were both fast asleep.
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Prompt: qmichul - sweet
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Who ended up in the middle was not something that had great debate. The bed was enormous which facilitated all of them having their own space when it was wanted. Kyuhyun in particular liked to sprawl, ending in at least one kicking battle which Heechul won. Zhou Mi slept in the middle that night so Kyuhyun could nurse his bruised pride and Heechul could sleep without the temptation of smacking Kyuhyun’s ass just to annoy him.
Though, of the three of them, he was the only one who really enjoyed sleeping naked, so having a good deal of skin pressed up against him was a treat, whether he was nuzzling into Heechul’s hair or breathing against Kyuhyun’s chest.
Sometimes he came to bed to find Heechul and Kyuhyun pressed together, deeply and quite unattractively asleep.
He liked them close for ease of kisses, for sleepy morning snuggles and nighttime laughs. He liked when he was finally relaxing, only to see them trading significant glances at each other.
Sometimes he had to choose who to kiss first, and sometimes all he had to do was watch them instead.
Still, he brushed his lips against Kyuhyun’s temple, getting barely a sigh as he pressed up against his back.
And with his hand holding Heechul’s arm, he fell asleep.
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Prompt: *chinhands at qmichul* <3 thank you for filling the request. consider this a request for the dirty qmichul as well tee hee. smut
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The room was washed in shades of blue, and there were so many moans that filled it.
Zhou Mi wasn’t sure what most overwhelmed him. Maybe it was Kyuhyun’s face, the way his mouth sagged, his lips well kissed and swollen from his own teeth raking over them. Maybe it was the obscene sounds of wet suction being applied, the same of which was making Kyuhyun moan and grip the blankets. Zhou Mi couldn’t see, exactly, except the back of Heechul’s bobbing head. He knew what Heechul could do with his mouth, that he liked being paid back in moans and come - and a mouth in return.
Not that night. Or not for a while. Because as Heechul undid Kyuhyun, he also moaned because Zhou Mi had taken a slow, steady rhythm into him. Every moan from Kyuhyun urged Zhou Mi’s hips. He brushed kisses against Heechul’s shoulders and braced himself, hearing the fine whimpers and moans as Zhou Mi’s fingers kept Heechul hard.
All he wanted was Heechul to come before he did. He knew secrets, how Heechul liked to be touched, that sucking in the crook of his neck made him crumble. Every drive of Zhou Mi’s body pushed Heechul onto kyuhyun. It was Zhou Mi’s hair that Kyuhyun gripped, the moan stuttering in his throat as Heechul moaned his satisfaction of Kyuhyun coming for him.
It would be satisfaction in himself before long. Fingers slick and stroking, between Zhou Mi’s hips and hand Heechul lasted barely a minute with his head on Kyuhyun’s stomach.
“Fuck. Harder,” Heechul gurgled, and moaned, white spilling down his chin as he came in Zhou Mi’s hand.
He waited as long as he dared, pulling Heechul’s hips back against him with the last shred of control. He came against Heechul’s back, like Heechul liked it, looking up to see Kyuhyun licking his lips at the mess he had made.
The last thing Zhou Mi remembered was pressing his sweating body against the sheets, and smiling as he watched Heechul and Kyuhyun kiss, sharing what Heechul had gotten from Kyuhyun.
It had been a good night’s work.
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