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[fic] Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi – SJM – Sweet Distraction – Oneshot
Title: Sweet Distraction
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: Kyuhyun has his ways to distract Zhou Mi. And to get whatever he wants. (how do you summarize p0rn anyway?)
Comments: Forplastictear, who has a thing for top!Mi (SEE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!) and I promised to write this like, aeons ago. Now I finally finished! \o/ Enjoy~
There is one thing Zhou Mi learns already a couple of months into knowing Kyuhyun: When Kyuhyun wants something, he gets absolutely unbearable. At first he thinks he can ignore it, but the closer he gets to the other man, the worse his resistance turns out to be. And when they get romantically (and sexually) involved, he doesn’t stand a chance.
He thinks it’s highly unfair.
A typical scenario goes like this:
• Zhou Mi is working on something: a song, an email, a postcard to his parents, a phone call… the possibilities are endless.
• Kyuhyun decides he needs attention. Usually at the most inconvenient moment.
• Kyuhyun bothers Zhou Mi until Zhou Mi drops everything he is doing.
• Kyuhyun gets a little more smug and cocky (if quite possible).
The worst thing in it all is that Zhou Mi knows he has lost the war before even the first battle begins. It doesn’t matter how urgently he needs to finish the song he is working on, when he spots Kyuhyun from the corner of his eyes, stepping into the room, he knows he will not get anything done for the rest of the day. He sighs, and against his better knowledge, decides to try focus for a moment still.
Until there is a cool nose nudging the back of his neck, a hot breath ghosting over soft skin. It makes him shiver way too easily. He can practically feel the smugness radiating from Kyuhyun. He grits his teeth, while trying his hardest to ignore the long fingers that are currently tracing up his sides.
“Can’t you see I’m working?” Zhou Mi rolls his eyes. Kyuhyun doesn’t mind. He simply uses the moment to nibble on the expanse of Zhou Mi’s neck and sink his teeth down near a collarbone. “Kyuhyun.” He knows there is no real strength behind his words. He needs to try anyway.
“What?” Kyuhyun raises his head at that, blinking at the other man from innocent eyes. Only the small smirk on his lips gives him away.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?” Kyuhyun looks like the perfect picture of innocence and for a second Zhou Mi falters, although he knows very well that it’s just an act. It’s enough for Kyuhyun, though, he doesn’t need more than that second, an open gap in Zhou Mi’s defences to take advantage of.
The moment he kisses Zhou Mi, they both know how this will end. Kyuhyun is smiling into it at first and Zhou Mi almost wants to push him away to make him feel less smug, but only almost. Instead he places his palm on Kyuhyun’s chest, tangles his fingers in the fabric of his grey t-shirt and kisses him like the world is ending.
After a while Kyuhyun pulls back, only lightly nibbling on Zhou Mi’s lower lip, the grin back like it never vanished to begin with. “So did you want me to stop?” He asks, knowing fully well what the answer is already before the words leave his lips.
Zhou Mi groans. “Shut up and kiss me again.”
If you can’t win them, join them.
Somehow, neither of them knows how, they end up on the floor instead of on the bed. Maybe because it’s closer, maybe because their knees just give in halfway and they can’t be bothered to get up and move. They have enough distractions in trying to eat each other alive, anyway. Kyuhyun tries to slide his fingers into Zhou Mi’s pants but the skintight jeans prove to be a much bigger hindrance than he suspected. He groans displeased, kicking Zhou Mi’s shin just because.
Apparently it translates smoothly into ‘take those pants off’, since all Zhou Mi does is chuckle, before he begins to work the offending piece of garment open and down his endless legs. Kyuhyun wouldn’t have minded if he’d only tugged them down enough to be out of the way, but he still counts it as a plus when he can see every inch of skin without anything blocking his way.
“You too,” Zhou Mi purrs right into Kyuhyun’s ear, flicks his tongue against the sensitive spot beneath it and practically rips Kyuhyun’s pants open. It only takes Zhou Mi’s hand slid into his pants and two, three teasing touches and he is practically ready for it. Not that the kisses haven’t already done their part to add to it, too.
As much as he tries, Kyuhyun can’t hold back the protesting growl that pushes its way past his lips when Zhou Mi pulls back. The Chinese man makes it up for that, pressing a row of small, wet kisses down Kyuhyun’s chest on his way, working him out of his clothes. It’s a mess, and they both dissolve into chuckles as long limbs get stuck in sleeves and tight jeans refuse to be peeled off. They make it up to that by stealing hot kisses continuously in between, varying from sloppy mashes of teeth and lips into slow and languid dances of their tongues.
The particularly long kisses leave Kyuhyun feeling lightheaded and kind of hazy, and he has to try hard to get a grip when Zhou Mi nudges him with his knee, whispering something in his ear. “C’mon, Kyuhyun. Get on all fours.” Only when the meaning of the words registers in his mind his eyes snap open, his breath getting stuck in his throat. He steals one last kiss, before he rolls over and obediently lifts himself up on shaky limbs.
The change in position makes him feel oddly self-conscious, enough to make a slight blush linger on his already flushed cheeks. It’s not the fact that he is naked in front of Zhou Mi, the man has already seen every little bit of him. Hell, he has seen places even Kyuhyun hasn’t seen himself. But like this, anyone could walk in on them, anyone could see them, and that sends a chill down Kyuhyun’s spine. They’re in the middle of the room, after all.
He tries to hold back his blush, force it down, and averts his gaze for good measure as he gripes. “Are you just going to admire me or what?”
The initial answer is a low chuckle, Zhou Mi’s long fingers tracing Kyuhyun’s spine from the small of his back to his neck. His lips follow the same trail all the way to Kyuhyun’s ear, before the words fall slowly, one by one, barely audible. “Trust me, Kyuhyun. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk for a week.”
There is a grin dancing on Kyuhyun’s lips, cocky as ever. “You’re all talk, Mi. You wouldn’t do th – oh oh oh.”
Kyuhyun’s words die away into a low gasp when Zhou Mi eases a long, slick finger into his body. He has no idea where the other man got the lube so quickly, but truth to be told, he doesn’t give a damn. By the time there are three of those fingers knuckle deep inside of him he is moaning deep in his throat, and he doesn’t even care how needy he appears when he impatiently moves back against that. He is practically fucking himself on Zhou Mi’s fingers, and Zhou Mi only needs to twist them at the right moment to make Kyuhyun sob out a curse.
Now it is Zhou Mi who is smirking cockily. “Like that, eh? C’mon, Kyuhyun. Talk to me.” He urges the other man on the best he can. Hell, no one can blame him for having a thing for that deep, musical voice, right? Even when Kyuhyun has no idea what he’s blathering about, the tone of his voice could wake the dead.
Right now the best Kyuhyun can do is a low, incoherent wail as Zhou Mi twists his fingers, mercilessly rubbing on the exact right spot inside of him. He can hardly breathe properly, the ripples of pleasure flashing through his consciousness. Kyuhyun squeezes his eyes shut, his lips parted to let ragged gasps through. And when he speaks, his voice is so low that Zhou Mi almost misses it. “Please,” he whispers, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. “Please, Zhou Mi. More. Just f-fuck me!”
It’s obvious how impatient Kyuhyun is getting. It’s also obvious that Zhou Mi doesn’t really care. He hums lowly as he runs his palm over Kyuhyun’s stomach soothingly, as if he is trying to will the trembling muscles relax, for now. He brings his lips close to Kyuhyun’s ear, leans over him so that there is inch after inch of smooth skin on skin contact, already enough to make them both shudder. “How does that feel, Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi knows exactly what he’s doing; knows how the tone of his voice shoots through Kyuhyun in a split second, knows how hard it is for him to focus. And when Kyuhyun opens his mouth to reply, all that comes out is a strangled outcry, those long fingers curling perfectly against him, inside of him.
Kyuhyun’s arms tremble as he tries to keep himself upright, his palms sliding on the rug in a futile attempt to find something to hold on to. He arches his back, desperate for more, and Zhou Mi could swear that is the most enticing thing he has ever seen. There is no holding back and Zhou Mi is acting purely on instinct when he sinks his teeth into the small of Kyuhyun’s back, sucking on the spot until he is sure he leaves a faint mark. The bite is enough to make Kyuhyun hiss, the sound turning to a moan that rumbles free from his chest when a hot tongue darts out to trace the teeth marks.
One can hear how Kyuhyun clenches his teeth, how each syllable is forced out with great effort when he speaks up again. “Could you please just fuck me already?” He is nearly growling, even emphasized by the guttural sound that spills free right after the last word gets past his lips.
Under normal circumstances Zhou Mi might’ve had a witty response to that, might’ve teased or might’ve prolonged this even further. Right now he is practically shaking in need, his throat laced up, and all he can think of is fucking Kyuhyun to the next century. Finally, he pulls back his fingers, teasingly rimming the other man’s entrance with his fingertips in a last fleeting touch.
The next second he is already shifting forward, until his thighs meet the back of Kyuhyun’s. The slide of their bodies is almost effortless as he claims the younger singer as his own, holding his breath at the clenching of his body around him. He tries to keep it slow, only fucks the other man in shallow, evenly paced thrusts that are enough to push them both to the very edges of frustration. Kyuhyun is whimpering high in his throat, chewing on his full lower lip as he tries hard not to beg for more, not just yet.
Zhou Mi runs his long fingers along the smooth expanse of the younger man’s back, tracks his spine and teases his sides. Easily, his hand slides around Kyuhyun’s left thigh, earning him a low gasp in turn. Suddenly he uses the grip to yank Kyuhyun’s leg up, which leaves him balancing on one knee. The body before his tightens, so deliciously he can’t stop his hips from snapping forward hard and fast, a needy moan spilling from his lips. He wants to claim Kyuhyun as his own, wants to make him scream.
And he does. Even if it begins as strangled outcries, barely louder than whimpers, that turn louder and throatier with each movement of their joined bodies. Zhou Mi tangles his fingers in the mop of Kyuhyun’s messed up hair, pushing him down until his shoulders rest on the floor and his back is bent in the most inviting angle possible. A layer of sweat is shimmering on the pale expanse of Kyuhyun’s back, tempting Zhou Mi to scrape his teeth over it again, to mark it time and time again. He resists, though, biting the insides of his cheeks instead as he works his hips, pushes them both higher.
Before long, Zhou Mi grabs Kyuhyun’s hips tight, using the hold to keep him steady for him, for the intense thrusts. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes in his ears even through the rushing of blood and their ragged pants for air. Kyuhyun has replaced his fingers in his hair with his own, pulling on the dyed strands hard, hard enough to hurt. He feels dizzy, his back arching in an attempt to gain more of the sensations, more of Zhou Mi inside of him. And he knows he is close.
Swiftly, without warning, Zhou Mi pulls back and breaks the connection between them. He is panting and he could swear it is the hardest thing he has ever done, pulling back from that deliciously tight body. He scrambles backwards, moving until he is sitting with his back against the wall, legs bent at the knee slightly. “Come here, Kui Xian.” It is merely a low purr, and yet it carries more authority than anyone thought Zhou Mi would be capable of.
Kyuhyun is still gasping for air, his long fingers buried in the soft strands of his dark hair. For a second he considers disobeying, thinks he can finish himself well enough. It’s gone in a split second though and he’s straightening, enough to practically knee-walk close to the Chinese man. He leans closer, his hands on Zhou Mi’s shoulders and he doesn’t say anything if the low moan doesn’t count. The kiss is all tongue and teeth and pure lust when he forces Zhou Mi open up for him, grabs his head between his palms to tilt it backwards.
They both know what they want and Zhou Mi’s hands are only resting on Kyuhyun’s hips, not urging nor guiding, simply caressing the smooth skin there. Kyuhyun shifts closer and reaches behind himself, until he is able to slowly lower himself on Zhou Mi’s cock. Only the first time is slow and he revels in it, focuses on every single inch that slides into his body. His patience is all gone, though, and already the second time he is slamming down so hard it’s almost too much to take.
Zhou Mi pants as he leans heavily against the wall, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of Kyuhyun’s hips and leaving crescent marks behind. He can feel Kyuhyun’s pulse throbbing through himself, as if they share the same circulation. As ridiculous as the thought is, his head is spinning so much it seems like a very valid explanation right now. How else can his whole world revolve around the other man like this, his senses filled with him.
Kyuhyun arches his body, his head thrown backwards as he rides Zhou Mi for what it’s worth, angles himself perfectly to gain the most of it. A steady row of filthy words is spilling from his lips, mixed Korean and Chinese, Zhou Mi’s name in the midst of it all, repeated like a mantra. He has lost all shame and shows exactly what he wants. Shows it and takes it. His thighs are trembling but it doesn’t slow him down, he barely even notices.
It doesn’t take a single touch for Kyuhyun to spill between their sweaty bodies. He moves down in that exact right angle, holding his breath as white flashes in front of his wide open eyes, and a heartbeat later he comes in hot, erratic spurts. Zhou Mi cries out in response, long fingers gripping tight on Kyuhyun’s hips to force him down again and again, greedy for that tightening body and clenching muscles. Two, three thrusts later he is thrown overbalancing too, muffling the audible proof of his orgasm into Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
Even moments later Zhou Mi doesn’t move, his face pressed against the other man’s skin. He breathes in the heavy scent of sweat, sex and something that is just purely Kyuhyun. It’s only when they start to cool down that he moves, pulls back enough to take a look at him. Kyuhyun’s eyes are closed, his head tilted backwards, and that so typical smirk dancing on his lips. It seems that he realizes he is being watched since almost instantly he shifts a little, opening his eyes to look straight back at the Chinese man.
For a moment they just grin at each other, sparkling eyes meeting.
“So,” Zhou Mi drawls finally, while he smoothes his palms up the other man’s sides. “You happy now?”
“Yes, quite.” Kyuhyun admits. He looks way too happy with himself, practically purring with contentment.
“Any chances you’d let me finish my work now?” There is a twinkle in Zhou Mi’s eyes and all be damned, he doesn’t even wait for an answer before he tangles his fingers in the other man’s curls, yanking him in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss.
The kiss breaks only when they are both breathless, their lungs burning. Kyuhyun doesn’t even really need to answer, it’s all clear in his cocky expression. “Nope.” He tilts his head a little and runs his index finger down Zhou Mi’s chest to draw random patterns there. “Now you will take a shower with me. Then… we go with the flow.”
Zhou Mi laughs. That sounds like a plan.
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Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun has his ways to distract Zhou Mi. And to get whatever he wants. (how do you summarize p0rn anyway?)
Comments: For
plastictear, who has a thing for top!Mi (SEE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!) and I promised to write this like, aeons ago. Now I finally finished! \o/ Enjoy~ There is one thing Zhou Mi learns already a couple of months into knowing Kyuhyun: When Kyuhyun wants something, he gets absolutely unbearable. At first he thinks he can ignore it, but the closer he gets to the other man, the worse his resistance turns out to be. And when they get romantically (and sexually) involved, he doesn’t stand a chance.
He thinks it’s highly unfair.
A typical scenario goes like this:
• Zhou Mi is working on something: a song, an email, a postcard to his parents, a phone call… the possibilities are endless.
• Kyuhyun decides he needs attention. Usually at the most inconvenient moment.
• Kyuhyun bothers Zhou Mi until Zhou Mi drops everything he is doing.
• Kyuhyun gets a little more smug and cocky (if quite possible).
The worst thing in it all is that Zhou Mi knows he has lost the war before even the first battle begins. It doesn’t matter how urgently he needs to finish the song he is working on, when he spots Kyuhyun from the corner of his eyes, stepping into the room, he knows he will not get anything done for the rest of the day. He sighs, and against his better knowledge, decides to try focus for a moment still.
Until there is a cool nose nudging the back of his neck, a hot breath ghosting over soft skin. It makes him shiver way too easily. He can practically feel the smugness radiating from Kyuhyun. He grits his teeth, while trying his hardest to ignore the long fingers that are currently tracing up his sides.
“Can’t you see I’m working?” Zhou Mi rolls his eyes. Kyuhyun doesn’t mind. He simply uses the moment to nibble on the expanse of Zhou Mi’s neck and sink his teeth down near a collarbone. “Kyuhyun.” He knows there is no real strength behind his words. He needs to try anyway.
“What?” Kyuhyun raises his head at that, blinking at the other man from innocent eyes. Only the small smirk on his lips gives him away.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?” Kyuhyun looks like the perfect picture of innocence and for a second Zhou Mi falters, although he knows very well that it’s just an act. It’s enough for Kyuhyun, though, he doesn’t need more than that second, an open gap in Zhou Mi’s defences to take advantage of.
The moment he kisses Zhou Mi, they both know how this will end. Kyuhyun is smiling into it at first and Zhou Mi almost wants to push him away to make him feel less smug, but only almost. Instead he places his palm on Kyuhyun’s chest, tangles his fingers in the fabric of his grey t-shirt and kisses him like the world is ending.
After a while Kyuhyun pulls back, only lightly nibbling on Zhou Mi’s lower lip, the grin back like it never vanished to begin with. “So did you want me to stop?” He asks, knowing fully well what the answer is already before the words leave his lips.
Zhou Mi groans. “Shut up and kiss me again.”
If you can’t win them, join them.
Somehow, neither of them knows how, they end up on the floor instead of on the bed. Maybe because it’s closer, maybe because their knees just give in halfway and they can’t be bothered to get up and move. They have enough distractions in trying to eat each other alive, anyway. Kyuhyun tries to slide his fingers into Zhou Mi’s pants but the skintight jeans prove to be a much bigger hindrance than he suspected. He groans displeased, kicking Zhou Mi’s shin just because.
Apparently it translates smoothly into ‘take those pants off’, since all Zhou Mi does is chuckle, before he begins to work the offending piece of garment open and down his endless legs. Kyuhyun wouldn’t have minded if he’d only tugged them down enough to be out of the way, but he still counts it as a plus when he can see every inch of skin without anything blocking his way.
“You too,” Zhou Mi purrs right into Kyuhyun’s ear, flicks his tongue against the sensitive spot beneath it and practically rips Kyuhyun’s pants open. It only takes Zhou Mi’s hand slid into his pants and two, three teasing touches and he is practically ready for it. Not that the kisses haven’t already done their part to add to it, too.
As much as he tries, Kyuhyun can’t hold back the protesting growl that pushes its way past his lips when Zhou Mi pulls back. The Chinese man makes it up for that, pressing a row of small, wet kisses down Kyuhyun’s chest on his way, working him out of his clothes. It’s a mess, and they both dissolve into chuckles as long limbs get stuck in sleeves and tight jeans refuse to be peeled off. They make it up to that by stealing hot kisses continuously in between, varying from sloppy mashes of teeth and lips into slow and languid dances of their tongues.
The particularly long kisses leave Kyuhyun feeling lightheaded and kind of hazy, and he has to try hard to get a grip when Zhou Mi nudges him with his knee, whispering something in his ear. “C’mon, Kyuhyun. Get on all fours.” Only when the meaning of the words registers in his mind his eyes snap open, his breath getting stuck in his throat. He steals one last kiss, before he rolls over and obediently lifts himself up on shaky limbs.
The change in position makes him feel oddly self-conscious, enough to make a slight blush linger on his already flushed cheeks. It’s not the fact that he is naked in front of Zhou Mi, the man has already seen every little bit of him. Hell, he has seen places even Kyuhyun hasn’t seen himself. But like this, anyone could walk in on them, anyone could see them, and that sends a chill down Kyuhyun’s spine. They’re in the middle of the room, after all.
He tries to hold back his blush, force it down, and averts his gaze for good measure as he gripes. “Are you just going to admire me or what?”
The initial answer is a low chuckle, Zhou Mi’s long fingers tracing Kyuhyun’s spine from the small of his back to his neck. His lips follow the same trail all the way to Kyuhyun’s ear, before the words fall slowly, one by one, barely audible. “Trust me, Kyuhyun. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk for a week.”
There is a grin dancing on Kyuhyun’s lips, cocky as ever. “You’re all talk, Mi. You wouldn’t do th – oh oh oh.”
Kyuhyun’s words die away into a low gasp when Zhou Mi eases a long, slick finger into his body. He has no idea where the other man got the lube so quickly, but truth to be told, he doesn’t give a damn. By the time there are three of those fingers knuckle deep inside of him he is moaning deep in his throat, and he doesn’t even care how needy he appears when he impatiently moves back against that. He is practically fucking himself on Zhou Mi’s fingers, and Zhou Mi only needs to twist them at the right moment to make Kyuhyun sob out a curse.
Now it is Zhou Mi who is smirking cockily. “Like that, eh? C’mon, Kyuhyun. Talk to me.” He urges the other man on the best he can. Hell, no one can blame him for having a thing for that deep, musical voice, right? Even when Kyuhyun has no idea what he’s blathering about, the tone of his voice could wake the dead.
Right now the best Kyuhyun can do is a low, incoherent wail as Zhou Mi twists his fingers, mercilessly rubbing on the exact right spot inside of him. He can hardly breathe properly, the ripples of pleasure flashing through his consciousness. Kyuhyun squeezes his eyes shut, his lips parted to let ragged gasps through. And when he speaks, his voice is so low that Zhou Mi almost misses it. “Please,” he whispers, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. “Please, Zhou Mi. More. Just f-fuck me!”
It’s obvious how impatient Kyuhyun is getting. It’s also obvious that Zhou Mi doesn’t really care. He hums lowly as he runs his palm over Kyuhyun’s stomach soothingly, as if he is trying to will the trembling muscles relax, for now. He brings his lips close to Kyuhyun’s ear, leans over him so that there is inch after inch of smooth skin on skin contact, already enough to make them both shudder. “How does that feel, Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi knows exactly what he’s doing; knows how the tone of his voice shoots through Kyuhyun in a split second, knows how hard it is for him to focus. And when Kyuhyun opens his mouth to reply, all that comes out is a strangled outcry, those long fingers curling perfectly against him, inside of him.
Kyuhyun’s arms tremble as he tries to keep himself upright, his palms sliding on the rug in a futile attempt to find something to hold on to. He arches his back, desperate for more, and Zhou Mi could swear that is the most enticing thing he has ever seen. There is no holding back and Zhou Mi is acting purely on instinct when he sinks his teeth into the small of Kyuhyun’s back, sucking on the spot until he is sure he leaves a faint mark. The bite is enough to make Kyuhyun hiss, the sound turning to a moan that rumbles free from his chest when a hot tongue darts out to trace the teeth marks.
One can hear how Kyuhyun clenches his teeth, how each syllable is forced out with great effort when he speaks up again. “Could you please just fuck me already?” He is nearly growling, even emphasized by the guttural sound that spills free right after the last word gets past his lips.
Under normal circumstances Zhou Mi might’ve had a witty response to that, might’ve teased or might’ve prolonged this even further. Right now he is practically shaking in need, his throat laced up, and all he can think of is fucking Kyuhyun to the next century. Finally, he pulls back his fingers, teasingly rimming the other man’s entrance with his fingertips in a last fleeting touch.
The next second he is already shifting forward, until his thighs meet the back of Kyuhyun’s. The slide of their bodies is almost effortless as he claims the younger singer as his own, holding his breath at the clenching of his body around him. He tries to keep it slow, only fucks the other man in shallow, evenly paced thrusts that are enough to push them both to the very edges of frustration. Kyuhyun is whimpering high in his throat, chewing on his full lower lip as he tries hard not to beg for more, not just yet.
Zhou Mi runs his long fingers along the smooth expanse of the younger man’s back, tracks his spine and teases his sides. Easily, his hand slides around Kyuhyun’s left thigh, earning him a low gasp in turn. Suddenly he uses the grip to yank Kyuhyun’s leg up, which leaves him balancing on one knee. The body before his tightens, so deliciously he can’t stop his hips from snapping forward hard and fast, a needy moan spilling from his lips. He wants to claim Kyuhyun as his own, wants to make him scream.
And he does. Even if it begins as strangled outcries, barely louder than whimpers, that turn louder and throatier with each movement of their joined bodies. Zhou Mi tangles his fingers in the mop of Kyuhyun’s messed up hair, pushing him down until his shoulders rest on the floor and his back is bent in the most inviting angle possible. A layer of sweat is shimmering on the pale expanse of Kyuhyun’s back, tempting Zhou Mi to scrape his teeth over it again, to mark it time and time again. He resists, though, biting the insides of his cheeks instead as he works his hips, pushes them both higher.
Before long, Zhou Mi grabs Kyuhyun’s hips tight, using the hold to keep him steady for him, for the intense thrusts. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes in his ears even through the rushing of blood and their ragged pants for air. Kyuhyun has replaced his fingers in his hair with his own, pulling on the dyed strands hard, hard enough to hurt. He feels dizzy, his back arching in an attempt to gain more of the sensations, more of Zhou Mi inside of him. And he knows he is close.
Swiftly, without warning, Zhou Mi pulls back and breaks the connection between them. He is panting and he could swear it is the hardest thing he has ever done, pulling back from that deliciously tight body. He scrambles backwards, moving until he is sitting with his back against the wall, legs bent at the knee slightly. “Come here, Kui Xian.” It is merely a low purr, and yet it carries more authority than anyone thought Zhou Mi would be capable of.
Kyuhyun is still gasping for air, his long fingers buried in the soft strands of his dark hair. For a second he considers disobeying, thinks he can finish himself well enough. It’s gone in a split second though and he’s straightening, enough to practically knee-walk close to the Chinese man. He leans closer, his hands on Zhou Mi’s shoulders and he doesn’t say anything if the low moan doesn’t count. The kiss is all tongue and teeth and pure lust when he forces Zhou Mi open up for him, grabs his head between his palms to tilt it backwards.
They both know what they want and Zhou Mi’s hands are only resting on Kyuhyun’s hips, not urging nor guiding, simply caressing the smooth skin there. Kyuhyun shifts closer and reaches behind himself, until he is able to slowly lower himself on Zhou Mi’s cock. Only the first time is slow and he revels in it, focuses on every single inch that slides into his body. His patience is all gone, though, and already the second time he is slamming down so hard it’s almost too much to take.
Zhou Mi pants as he leans heavily against the wall, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of Kyuhyun’s hips and leaving crescent marks behind. He can feel Kyuhyun’s pulse throbbing through himself, as if they share the same circulation. As ridiculous as the thought is, his head is spinning so much it seems like a very valid explanation right now. How else can his whole world revolve around the other man like this, his senses filled with him.
Kyuhyun arches his body, his head thrown backwards as he rides Zhou Mi for what it’s worth, angles himself perfectly to gain the most of it. A steady row of filthy words is spilling from his lips, mixed Korean and Chinese, Zhou Mi’s name in the midst of it all, repeated like a mantra. He has lost all shame and shows exactly what he wants. Shows it and takes it. His thighs are trembling but it doesn’t slow him down, he barely even notices.
It doesn’t take a single touch for Kyuhyun to spill between their sweaty bodies. He moves down in that exact right angle, holding his breath as white flashes in front of his wide open eyes, and a heartbeat later he comes in hot, erratic spurts. Zhou Mi cries out in response, long fingers gripping tight on Kyuhyun’s hips to force him down again and again, greedy for that tightening body and clenching muscles. Two, three thrusts later he is thrown overbalancing too, muffling the audible proof of his orgasm into Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
Even moments later Zhou Mi doesn’t move, his face pressed against the other man’s skin. He breathes in the heavy scent of sweat, sex and something that is just purely Kyuhyun. It’s only when they start to cool down that he moves, pulls back enough to take a look at him. Kyuhyun’s eyes are closed, his head tilted backwards, and that so typical smirk dancing on his lips. It seems that he realizes he is being watched since almost instantly he shifts a little, opening his eyes to look straight back at the Chinese man.
For a moment they just grin at each other, sparkling eyes meeting.
“So,” Zhou Mi drawls finally, while he smoothes his palms up the other man’s sides. “You happy now?”
“Yes, quite.” Kyuhyun admits. He looks way too happy with himself, practically purring with contentment.
“Any chances you’d let me finish my work now?” There is a twinkle in Zhou Mi’s eyes and all be damned, he doesn’t even wait for an answer before he tangles his fingers in the other man’s curls, yanking him in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss.
The kiss breaks only when they are both breathless, their lungs burning. Kyuhyun doesn’t even really need to answer, it’s all clear in his cocky expression. “Nope.” He tilts his head a little and runs his index finger down Zhou Mi’s chest to draw random patterns there. “Now you will take a shower with me. Then… we go with the flow.”
Zhou Mi laughs. That sounds like a plan.
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