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[fic] Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi – SJM – Slippery When Wet – Oneshot
Title: Slippery When Wet
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: There’s a good reason why showers together are so much better than showers alone. (how do you summarize p0rn anyway?)
Comments: Oooohkay it’s been ages since I wrote smut (as in writing alone) so I have no idea how rusty I am. I just knew that I desperately needed some QMi shower!p0rn and thus I had to write some XD I’m sick again so this kinda was an attempt to make me feel better. Pity me ;__;
The kiss was far from perfect. It had too much teeth, too much tongue, too much everything and it was a miracle they didn’t end up biting pieces off each other. Zhou Mi could’ve sworn he tasted blood in his mouth and judging by the way his lower lip stung he had just pierced it with his teeth. Not that he minded, though, his whole world swirling down to the ravenous kiss and there was no way in hell he would ever let go of it. What they lacked in composure they made up in eagerness, passion taking over as they nearly devoured each other.
Air? They needed none. Except if the air they sucked from each other’s lungs counted.
It was like time had stopped, frozen around them. In a sudden movement Zhou Mi pinned Kyuhyun against the nearest wall, his fingers tangled in the fabric of the dark blue shirt as he tugged on it, desperate to get it off, to touch bare skin. Kyuhyun moaned somewhere deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through them both until it was drowned out between eager mouths. His hands were on the taller man’s shoulder blades, clutching on to him so tight his knuckles were turning white. It almost felt like his life depended on it, the contact between them, the way they were pressing against each other and trying to gain more of the sweet friction.
Until there was a creak of the key turning in the lock, the door opening.
Neither of them knew how they managed to tear apart from each other fast enough not to scar everyone else for life when they walked in. Suddenly they were both standing on their own, a good two feet between them although just a second ago they had more resembled a mutated Siamese twin. It took a second for Kyuhyun to realize he was supposed to stand on his own two feet as he’d been clinging on to his beanpole of a Chinese, and Zhou Mi performed some kind of an awkward dance as he tried to figure out where to put his hands. Finally he settled for his pockets, trying to push out the fabric enough to hide the quite impressive bulge in his pants.
“Uhm, hi guys,” Zhou Mi began tentatively, flashing their friends a smile although it lacked in the usual brightness and had something close to embarrassment laced within. Although Kyuhyun was certain that the inviting blush on his cheeks had nothing to do with embarrassment. It was impossible to miss the way their lips were bruised by the kiss, reddened and glistening, ready for more.
Everyone noticed it, certainly, but it was Heechul who spoke up first. “Close your mouth, Kyuhyun, you look dumb. Now, scramble off! You can continue elsewhere.” He waved his hand dismissively, and after a second of processing the words the two hurriedly nodded and only mumbled something incomprehensible as they turned to leave. They were already about to vanish from the room when Heechul spoke up again. “And Seasoning?” Zhou Mi turned to look at him over his shoulder.
“I want a full, detailed report later on!”
At first they had thought about sneaking into Kyuhyun’s room but at the last moment remembered that it wasn’t exactly only his, and that it was currently occupied. And they couldn’t start throwing their friends out with something like ‘we’re horny, get out’, now could they? In the corridor they went through a short moment of hesitation, their gazes flickering from crumpled clothing to flushed cheeks to the ceiling and the walls in avoidance. It felt so awkward that in mere seconds it made them both chuckle, the humour of the situation striking them.
It was Zhou Mi who stepped closer first, bringing his palms to the other man’s hips as he grinned at him, bringing their hips together teasingly. “Shower, now.” It wasn’t a question but Zhou Mi knew to expect the reply. He could see it in the slight glimmer in Kyuhyun’s eyes, in the way he tilted his head barely noticeably and inhaled softly.
A smirk appeared on Kyuhyun’s full lips, his deep eyes sparkling and he knew fully well he looked like a gigantic brat. “Together?”
Zhou Mi arched an eyebrow. Of course together. What else? He chose not to reply that, though, and instead went for the alternate response, sighing theatrically. “So you can drop the soap and make me bend over to pick it up?”
Kyuhyun did not answer. Not with words anyway, but if one knew how to look the mischievous glint in his eyes spoke books of what was going on in his mind.
It barely took them two minutes in the bathroom before Kyuhyun grabbed the soap and waited until Zhou Mi looked straight at him. He held out his hand, a smug grin stretching his lips as he unceremoniously dropped the soap on the tiled floor.
Kyuhyun didn’t even realize that he was still wearing his pants, while Zhou Mi was still wearing his shirt, and they were standing underneath the warm spray of water anyway. He quite enjoyed the way the white button-up was sticking to the other man’s form, like a second skin on him. The rest of their clothes were scattered somewhere around the room and neither of them knew where, or even cared, really. He knew that he should be more concerned about Zhou Mi’s designer jeans, they weren’t exactly suited for being soaked in water but he couldn’t bring himself to find out where they had thrown them.
He ran his nose along the line of Zhou Mi’s, breathing hotly against his lips. The rivulets of water were running between their mouths and when he darted out his tongue he could taste a sweet mixture of water and something that was purely Zhou Mi. There was a soft gasp when he roamed his hands down the plane of that flat chest, down to the other man’s waist and his hips. Kyuhyun would’ve loved to be strong enough to just rip off the shirt and send buttons flying, but he knew better (he had tried more than once, to no avail) and with an annoyed groan tried to fumble the buttons open instead.
Somehow, together, they managed to get the shirt open and off, joining the rest of their clothing somewhere, and now there was nothing to keep Kyuhyun from attacking the pale skin presented just for him. His fingers traced random patterns on Zhou Mi’s chest, on his sides and his stomach, drawing symbols he wasn’t even aware of. It was almost like he wanted to brand the words on his lover’s body, burn them deep within with his fingertips.
The line of kisses was only broken when they simply needed more, when the feverish touches and shameless grinding against each other wasn’t enough anymore. Zhou Mi’s eyes were black with lust, sheer liquid need dwelling in the depths. He darted out his tongue to lick his lips, unaware of just how much it affected Kyuhyun right now, how it made his heart bounce, pound against his ribcage hard enough to nearly break out.
Still, nothing made Kyuhyun feel like exploding like the following words did.
“Fuck me.” It was only a breathy whisper, and still it carried so much sheer lust it made Kyuhyun shudder. Now that was exactly what he was going to do. And he was going to make it damn good. His eyes fell shut on their own and to play for time, he buried his face into Zhou Mi’s neck, scraping his teeth over the sensitive spot close to his collarbone. It had the tall man shivering in his arms and he tightened the hold of him instinctively.
The words were still ringing in his ears when he stole one more deep kiss, teeth clashing before he settled on sucking the plump lower lip in his mouth. With a groan he broke off, his hands on Zhou Mi’s hips to throw him around, face first against the wall.
By the time he had worked two fingers inside, Zhou Mi was panting and leaning heavily against the wall in front of him for support, trying hard to stay upright even when his knees felt like they were made of jelly. There was no way to channel the intense wave of need that coursed through him every single time Kyuhyun moved those long, talented fingers, made him see stars and his breath catch in his throat.
Curse Zhou Mi and his abnormally long legs, was Kyuhyun’s first thought when he realized he’d have slight …troubles reaching. It wasn’t his fault he was sized like a normal human being and his boyfriend happened to be a friggin’ giant. This is why I like it more on the bed, was the second one, everyone is the same height horizontally.
Then again there was its own appeal in the way Zhou Mi was bent over in front of him, leaning on the cool tiles and trying not to slip, the slope of his back so inviting that Kyuhyun simply had to sink his teeth into smooth skin right underneath the rivulets of water. He could see every single breath Zhou Mi took, the shapes of his shoulder blades, the angles of his shoulders. Oh yes, this was why he enjoyed it in the shower. Even despite the slight height-disadvantage. And when Zhou Mi spread his legs further he was just on the perfect height. Problem solved.
Kyuhyun didn’t even notice he had gotten lost in his own world, in the adoration and admiration, not before he was shaken back to this world by an urgent “If you won’t fuck me now I’ll do it myself!” He didn’t react instantly. Instead he curled his fingers and smirked as he was rewarded with a strangled “Kyuhyun!” It sounded like the sound got stuck in Zhou Mi’s throat, ripped free on its own seconds after, hoarse and strained.
Laughter might’ve seemed inappropriate but he couldn’t help when it rumbled deep in his chest, getting lost within the flowing water as he pressed his face between Zhou Mi’s shoulder blades. For a second he resisted, waiting for the next frustrated sound. It was a sign. Sign for him to finally retreat his fingers and replace them with the real deal.
They were both holding their breath when Kyuhyun let his hips move forward, the slow slide joining their bodies in the most intense of ways. Inch by inch. Slow enough to make Zhou Mi whimper and push back against him, yet fast enough to make Kyuhyun bite the insides of his cheeks not to explode right then and there. There weren’t many things in this world as hot as having Zhou Mi shift his hips greedily, adjust to take even more of him inside, and all the while begging for it. Not always with words, but he didn’t even need to. Kyuhyun could read it in his posture, in his movements, in the way he bent his back in a silent oh my god please give me more.
And who was Kyuhyun to deny him what he asked for? Especially when it was exactly what he wanted as well. He pulled back agonizingly slow, only to let his hips move forward again and again and again, building a steady rhythm. Slow and agonizing. His fingers were clutching on the other man’s hips at first but the enticing slope of the long back was still like hypnotizing him, and soon he brought his fingers up to trace Zhou Mi’s spine in a feathery light touch. His hand only stopped at his shoulder, grabbing it to half-push Zhou Mi into the wall and half-pull him back against himself.
Desperately, Zhou Mi was trying to find something to grasp, something to get a hold of to support himself but all his fingers met was the tiled, slippery wall right in front of him. Then the next thrust followed, pushing him against the wall with such insistent fervour that it made him release a sharp outcry. He could feel every single inch of the other man inside of him, every millimetre of him stretching him further. It was bordering on painful but the pleasure was so intense it rode out everything else, made him bite his hurt lower lip so the sting would remind him this wasn’t just a dream.
Kyuhyun was still wearing his jeans, forgotten in the heat of passion, and whenever the rough fabric brushed against the bare skin on the back of Zhou Mi’s thighs he shivered involuntarily. He could feel Kyuhyun’s lips on his skin, on his spine and at the back of his neck, finally on his shoulder and the next second hot breath ghosted over his ear. “C’mon, Mi.” The urgency was written all over the softly spoken words, Kyuhyun’s voice tight and barely controlled, the undercurrents of sheer need ready to be unleashed. “C’mon.”
It didn’t take more than that to send Zhou Mi flying. That and a perfectly aimed thrust that made him see stars, flashing white in front of his wide open eyes. He choked out a breathless o-oh my god Kui Xian and the next thing he knew was that he’d been pushed over the edge, free-falling through the forceful climax. Kyuhyun followed straight after, as well with the other man’s name on his lips.
They shared slow, languid kisses until the air around them was getting steamy from the moisture, the shower still running, and distantly they could hear someone banging on the door. They ignored it. Kyuhyun ran his long fingers up along the other man’s side, around him to his shoulder blade, to pull him closer against himself. He felt Zhou Mi’s arms wrapping around him, hugging him tight for a second.
“I’d carry you into bed but I think your gangly limbs would get stuck in the doorway.” Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to smile against the other man’s neck while speaking, though, and he was certain that the tone of his voice reflected what was going on inside of him. Instead of teasing, it came out increasingly sugary and it almost sounded like I love you.
He was certain Zhou Mi heard it too, since the first reply he got was breathless, happy laughter and a kiss on his jaw line. “I’ll walk. But only if you let me use you as a pillow.”
Kyuhyun smiled against Zhou Mi’s skin. “Don’t I always?”
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2418 words.
I should be better at writing smut, seriously. But I guess it’s semi-decent anyway? XD It was hotter in my mind *pah* But I like parts of it! \8D/ …I’m just going to run off now.
And someone teach me to write proper summaries and come up with good titles ;___; I hate it. Okay, someone teach me to write, period XD
*runs around in circles* Why am I so hyperactive today?
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Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: There’s a good reason why showers together are so much better than showers alone. (how do you summarize p0rn anyway?)
Comments: Oooohkay it’s been ages since I wrote smut (as in writing alone) so I have no idea how rusty I am. I just knew that I desperately needed some QMi shower!p0rn and thus I had to write some XD I’m sick again so this kinda was an attempt to make me feel better. Pity me ;__;
The kiss was far from perfect. It had too much teeth, too much tongue, too much everything and it was a miracle they didn’t end up biting pieces off each other. Zhou Mi could’ve sworn he tasted blood in his mouth and judging by the way his lower lip stung he had just pierced it with his teeth. Not that he minded, though, his whole world swirling down to the ravenous kiss and there was no way in hell he would ever let go of it. What they lacked in composure they made up in eagerness, passion taking over as they nearly devoured each other.
Air? They needed none. Except if the air they sucked from each other’s lungs counted.
It was like time had stopped, frozen around them. In a sudden movement Zhou Mi pinned Kyuhyun against the nearest wall, his fingers tangled in the fabric of the dark blue shirt as he tugged on it, desperate to get it off, to touch bare skin. Kyuhyun moaned somewhere deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through them both until it was drowned out between eager mouths. His hands were on the taller man’s shoulder blades, clutching on to him so tight his knuckles were turning white. It almost felt like his life depended on it, the contact between them, the way they were pressing against each other and trying to gain more of the sweet friction.
Until there was a creak of the key turning in the lock, the door opening.
Neither of them knew how they managed to tear apart from each other fast enough not to scar everyone else for life when they walked in. Suddenly they were both standing on their own, a good two feet between them although just a second ago they had more resembled a mutated Siamese twin. It took a second for Kyuhyun to realize he was supposed to stand on his own two feet as he’d been clinging on to his beanpole of a Chinese, and Zhou Mi performed some kind of an awkward dance as he tried to figure out where to put his hands. Finally he settled for his pockets, trying to push out the fabric enough to hide the quite impressive bulge in his pants.
“Uhm, hi guys,” Zhou Mi began tentatively, flashing their friends a smile although it lacked in the usual brightness and had something close to embarrassment laced within. Although Kyuhyun was certain that the inviting blush on his cheeks had nothing to do with embarrassment. It was impossible to miss the way their lips were bruised by the kiss, reddened and glistening, ready for more.
Everyone noticed it, certainly, but it was Heechul who spoke up first. “Close your mouth, Kyuhyun, you look dumb. Now, scramble off! You can continue elsewhere.” He waved his hand dismissively, and after a second of processing the words the two hurriedly nodded and only mumbled something incomprehensible as they turned to leave. They were already about to vanish from the room when Heechul spoke up again. “And Seasoning?” Zhou Mi turned to look at him over his shoulder.
“I want a full, detailed report later on!”
At first they had thought about sneaking into Kyuhyun’s room but at the last moment remembered that it wasn’t exactly only his, and that it was currently occupied. And they couldn’t start throwing their friends out with something like ‘we’re horny, get out’, now could they? In the corridor they went through a short moment of hesitation, their gazes flickering from crumpled clothing to flushed cheeks to the ceiling and the walls in avoidance. It felt so awkward that in mere seconds it made them both chuckle, the humour of the situation striking them.
It was Zhou Mi who stepped closer first, bringing his palms to the other man’s hips as he grinned at him, bringing their hips together teasingly. “Shower, now.” It wasn’t a question but Zhou Mi knew to expect the reply. He could see it in the slight glimmer in Kyuhyun’s eyes, in the way he tilted his head barely noticeably and inhaled softly.
A smirk appeared on Kyuhyun’s full lips, his deep eyes sparkling and he knew fully well he looked like a gigantic brat. “Together?”
Zhou Mi arched an eyebrow. Of course together. What else? He chose not to reply that, though, and instead went for the alternate response, sighing theatrically. “So you can drop the soap and make me bend over to pick it up?”
Kyuhyun did not answer. Not with words anyway, but if one knew how to look the mischievous glint in his eyes spoke books of what was going on in his mind.
It barely took them two minutes in the bathroom before Kyuhyun grabbed the soap and waited until Zhou Mi looked straight at him. He held out his hand, a smug grin stretching his lips as he unceremoniously dropped the soap on the tiled floor.
Kyuhyun didn’t even realize that he was still wearing his pants, while Zhou Mi was still wearing his shirt, and they were standing underneath the warm spray of water anyway. He quite enjoyed the way the white button-up was sticking to the other man’s form, like a second skin on him. The rest of their clothes were scattered somewhere around the room and neither of them knew where, or even cared, really. He knew that he should be more concerned about Zhou Mi’s designer jeans, they weren’t exactly suited for being soaked in water but he couldn’t bring himself to find out where they had thrown them.
He ran his nose along the line of Zhou Mi’s, breathing hotly against his lips. The rivulets of water were running between their mouths and when he darted out his tongue he could taste a sweet mixture of water and something that was purely Zhou Mi. There was a soft gasp when he roamed his hands down the plane of that flat chest, down to the other man’s waist and his hips. Kyuhyun would’ve loved to be strong enough to just rip off the shirt and send buttons flying, but he knew better (he had tried more than once, to no avail) and with an annoyed groan tried to fumble the buttons open instead.
Somehow, together, they managed to get the shirt open and off, joining the rest of their clothing somewhere, and now there was nothing to keep Kyuhyun from attacking the pale skin presented just for him. His fingers traced random patterns on Zhou Mi’s chest, on his sides and his stomach, drawing symbols he wasn’t even aware of. It was almost like he wanted to brand the words on his lover’s body, burn them deep within with his fingertips.
The line of kisses was only broken when they simply needed more, when the feverish touches and shameless grinding against each other wasn’t enough anymore. Zhou Mi’s eyes were black with lust, sheer liquid need dwelling in the depths. He darted out his tongue to lick his lips, unaware of just how much it affected Kyuhyun right now, how it made his heart bounce, pound against his ribcage hard enough to nearly break out.
Still, nothing made Kyuhyun feel like exploding like the following words did.
“Fuck me.” It was only a breathy whisper, and still it carried so much sheer lust it made Kyuhyun shudder. Now that was exactly what he was going to do. And he was going to make it damn good. His eyes fell shut on their own and to play for time, he buried his face into Zhou Mi’s neck, scraping his teeth over the sensitive spot close to his collarbone. It had the tall man shivering in his arms and he tightened the hold of him instinctively.
The words were still ringing in his ears when he stole one more deep kiss, teeth clashing before he settled on sucking the plump lower lip in his mouth. With a groan he broke off, his hands on Zhou Mi’s hips to throw him around, face first against the wall.
By the time he had worked two fingers inside, Zhou Mi was panting and leaning heavily against the wall in front of him for support, trying hard to stay upright even when his knees felt like they were made of jelly. There was no way to channel the intense wave of need that coursed through him every single time Kyuhyun moved those long, talented fingers, made him see stars and his breath catch in his throat.
Curse Zhou Mi and his abnormally long legs, was Kyuhyun’s first thought when he realized he’d have slight …troubles reaching. It wasn’t his fault he was sized like a normal human being and his boyfriend happened to be a friggin’ giant. This is why I like it more on the bed, was the second one, everyone is the same height horizontally.
Then again there was its own appeal in the way Zhou Mi was bent over in front of him, leaning on the cool tiles and trying not to slip, the slope of his back so inviting that Kyuhyun simply had to sink his teeth into smooth skin right underneath the rivulets of water. He could see every single breath Zhou Mi took, the shapes of his shoulder blades, the angles of his shoulders. Oh yes, this was why he enjoyed it in the shower. Even despite the slight height-disadvantage. And when Zhou Mi spread his legs further he was just on the perfect height. Problem solved.
Kyuhyun didn’t even notice he had gotten lost in his own world, in the adoration and admiration, not before he was shaken back to this world by an urgent “If you won’t fuck me now I’ll do it myself!” He didn’t react instantly. Instead he curled his fingers and smirked as he was rewarded with a strangled “Kyuhyun!” It sounded like the sound got stuck in Zhou Mi’s throat, ripped free on its own seconds after, hoarse and strained.
Laughter might’ve seemed inappropriate but he couldn’t help when it rumbled deep in his chest, getting lost within the flowing water as he pressed his face between Zhou Mi’s shoulder blades. For a second he resisted, waiting for the next frustrated sound. It was a sign. Sign for him to finally retreat his fingers and replace them with the real deal.
They were both holding their breath when Kyuhyun let his hips move forward, the slow slide joining their bodies in the most intense of ways. Inch by inch. Slow enough to make Zhou Mi whimper and push back against him, yet fast enough to make Kyuhyun bite the insides of his cheeks not to explode right then and there. There weren’t many things in this world as hot as having Zhou Mi shift his hips greedily, adjust to take even more of him inside, and all the while begging for it. Not always with words, but he didn’t even need to. Kyuhyun could read it in his posture, in his movements, in the way he bent his back in a silent oh my god please give me more.
And who was Kyuhyun to deny him what he asked for? Especially when it was exactly what he wanted as well. He pulled back agonizingly slow, only to let his hips move forward again and again and again, building a steady rhythm. Slow and agonizing. His fingers were clutching on the other man’s hips at first but the enticing slope of the long back was still like hypnotizing him, and soon he brought his fingers up to trace Zhou Mi’s spine in a feathery light touch. His hand only stopped at his shoulder, grabbing it to half-push Zhou Mi into the wall and half-pull him back against himself.
Desperately, Zhou Mi was trying to find something to grasp, something to get a hold of to support himself but all his fingers met was the tiled, slippery wall right in front of him. Then the next thrust followed, pushing him against the wall with such insistent fervour that it made him release a sharp outcry. He could feel every single inch of the other man inside of him, every millimetre of him stretching him further. It was bordering on painful but the pleasure was so intense it rode out everything else, made him bite his hurt lower lip so the sting would remind him this wasn’t just a dream.
Kyuhyun was still wearing his jeans, forgotten in the heat of passion, and whenever the rough fabric brushed against the bare skin on the back of Zhou Mi’s thighs he shivered involuntarily. He could feel Kyuhyun’s lips on his skin, on his spine and at the back of his neck, finally on his shoulder and the next second hot breath ghosted over his ear. “C’mon, Mi.” The urgency was written all over the softly spoken words, Kyuhyun’s voice tight and barely controlled, the undercurrents of sheer need ready to be unleashed. “C’mon.”
It didn’t take more than that to send Zhou Mi flying. That and a perfectly aimed thrust that made him see stars, flashing white in front of his wide open eyes. He choked out a breathless o-oh my god Kui Xian and the next thing he knew was that he’d been pushed over the edge, free-falling through the forceful climax. Kyuhyun followed straight after, as well with the other man’s name on his lips.
They shared slow, languid kisses until the air around them was getting steamy from the moisture, the shower still running, and distantly they could hear someone banging on the door. They ignored it. Kyuhyun ran his long fingers up along the other man’s side, around him to his shoulder blade, to pull him closer against himself. He felt Zhou Mi’s arms wrapping around him, hugging him tight for a second.
“I’d carry you into bed but I think your gangly limbs would get stuck in the doorway.” Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to smile against the other man’s neck while speaking, though, and he was certain that the tone of his voice reflected what was going on inside of him. Instead of teasing, it came out increasingly sugary and it almost sounded like I love you.
He was certain Zhou Mi heard it too, since the first reply he got was breathless, happy laughter and a kiss on his jaw line. “I’ll walk. But only if you let me use you as a pillow.”
Kyuhyun smiled against Zhou Mi’s skin. “Don’t I always?”
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2418 words.
I should be better at writing smut, seriously. But I guess it’s semi-decent anyway? XD It was hotter in my mind *pah* But I like parts of it! \8D/ …I’m just going to run off now.
And someone teach me to write proper summaries and come up with good titles ;___; I hate it. Okay, someone teach me to write, period XD
*runs around in circles* Why am I so hyperactive today?
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