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rabenhorst) wrote2011-07-04 12:49 am
rabenhorst) wrote2011-07-04 12:49 am
[fic] Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi – SJM – Sweet Revenge – Oneshot
Title: Vengeance is Mine
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fonulyn
Rating: NC17 (and s-s-spanking)
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi (cameos from the rest of SJM!)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Even after all these months of experimenting and trying, there are new things they find out about each other. Sometimes accidentally. And sometimes revenge is needed.
Comments: Happy birthdayplastictear! 8D This is all for you, ten pages of Qmi p0rn XD I hope you like it and that you’ll have an amazing birthday ;) Even if it’s technically only tomorrow *whistles*
So… basically,plastictear wanted top!Mi, I wanted top!Kyu, and in the end I wrote both. Everyone wins! \o/ It’s not as filthy smut as I’d like it to be but oh well, I suppose it’ll do XD I hope you’ll enjoy! It even tries to have some resemblance of a thin plot! Oh, and this fic was completely inspired by this picture, even if it doesn’t really make an appearance in the fic. But without it, there would’ve been nothing, and Mimi is always relevant.
It really ought to be kind of gross, Kyuhyun supposes, the way they’re both still in the sweaty clothes from the dance practice, but he can’t really bring himself to care when Zhou Mi has stuck his tongue down his throat and is kissing him senseless. Normally they would’ve showered right after practice but for some reason the showers there are out of order, all except for one, and to avoid the queue they both opted for showering back at the dorms.
Except they never made it to the shower. Kyuhyun isn’t quite certain who it was that initiated the first of the kisses, but he knows fully well it was Zhou Mi who did that thing with his tongue and drove all sensible thoughts right out of Kyuhyun. There was never really any other possibility but to go for another kiss, to give in and make it a full-blown make out session. Zhou Mi’s hair is slightly damp when Kyuhyun runs his fingers through it, and in a way it’s kind of endearing, makes him want to tangle his hands in the soft strands and never let go.
That kind of mushy thoughts flee as soon as they appeared, urged by the way Zhou Mi pushes a knee between Kyuhyun’s thighs, pressing flush against his body. It breaks the kiss when Kyuhyun gasps, breathes harshly right against the older man’s lips to regain his composure at least somewhat. Zhou Mi takes half a step back, before he is stopped by urgent hands on his hips.
“Are you even wearing any underwear?” Zhou Mi practically purrs as he slips his long fingers underneath the elastic waistband of Kyuhyun’s sweats. The sound turns into one of pure delight as he finds the answer to his question, shamelessly cupping the younger man’s buttocks in his palms to give them a slight squeeze. “I knew it.”
Kyuhyun refrains from pointing out that it’s quite easy to see if one pays any attention, with the way the soft material of his pants is clinging on to his curves, despite the garment’s bagginess. It’s a complete opposite of the tight designer jeans Zhou Mi is wearing even now, was wearing throughout the dance practice. He hooks his thumbs into Zhou Mi’s belt loops, tugging him closer against himself. “At least I can appreciate comfortable. You don’t always need to look like a model, you know?”
That makes Zhou Mi pull back enough to grin at him, even if Kyuhyun could swear he does it only so he can bend his back and press their crotches together more effectively. The friction elicits a low gasp from him, and he doesn’t have the time to cover it up. “I don’t? But Kuixian, you know you love it.” He wriggles a little, and this time Kyuhyun manages to swallow the quite embarrassing moan that tries to break free.
“I might,” he admits with a slight grin curving his lips, “but you still look like the odd one, in expensive brand clothes while everyone else is in whatever old sweats they found. Anyone would stare at that.”
“You’re making excuses,” Zhou Mi clicks his tongue disapprovingly. Kyuhyun’s grin damn near dies on his lips as Zhou Mi shifts even closer to him, still fondling his backside shamelessly, and begins inching the sweatpants down to get rid of them.
The pants pool around Kyuhyun’s ankles and without giving it another thought he steps right out of them, making sure not to lose the closeness of their bodies in the process. “It’s no excuse. I’m just trying to explain why my eyes were glued to your gangly limbs flailing around.”
”Now stop being a brat or I’ll spank you,” Zhou Mi threatens and the first reaction he receives is a cocky smirk from the younger man. He gives him an ‘I warned you’ look, before doing exactly what he threatened to. His palm makes contact with the side of Kyuhyun’s bare ass with a loud slap as he puts some force into it, enough to make it sting. He expects a yelp and whining, some theatrical complaints and threats of abstinence, but none of that follows.
Instead, Kyuhyun moans.
”You actually like that?” Zhou Mi sounds surprised, even somewhat delighted, although Kyuhyun is too busy blushing to really analyze the other man’s voice and expression in detail. He refuses to meet Zhou Mi’s eyes at first, but then long fingers grasp his chin gently and tilt his face upwards. He opens his mouth to say something, to explain it away – no, it wasn’t really a moan, it was… a very strange sounding shocked gasp? yes that’s what it was – but he doesn’t have the time to say a single word before Zhou Mi kisses him solidly.
The kiss turns two and he is already pressing back against Zhou Mi’s body, losing himself in the contact, when another slap lands on the side of his butt. He moans. It breaks the kiss and Kyuhyun is blushing again, trying to stutter something, but he cuts it short when he realizes that Zhou Mi doesn’t exactly look like he minds. In fact, Zhou Mi is looking at him from dark eyes, obviously on the very verge of just jumping him. That can only be a good thing. “You actually liked that.” Zhou Mi purrs in his ear and this time it’s not a question, it’s a statement.
The next thing Kyuhyun knows is that he’s swirled around and pushed against the desk, and he has just enough presence of mind to yelp and grab his laptop to push it to the side. He doesn’t want to endanger his most precious possession, no matter what. It’s good that his reflexes are so fast since the next moment there is nothing else on his mind except for the delicious sting when Zhou Mi’s palm makes contact with his skin again. He grasps the edges of the table tight and there is a palm on his back, between his shoulder blades, pressing him down against the flat surface.
“Stay,” Zhou Mi whispers in the back of his neck, his breath moving Kyuhyun’s hair and tickling him. The single word is enough to make Kyuhyun freeze on the spot, bite on his lower lip in a futile attempt to calm himself down. It’s more effective than any bounds could be, leaving him unable to disobey as he simply leans in, spreads his thighs a bit further in an attempt to show he understood.
Kyuhyun inhales sharply when he feels slick fingers at his entrance, circling him almost tentatively while smearing lube on the sensitive skin. He wants to tell Zhou Mi to stop, to get down to it and really give him something palpable, but he bites his tongue and holds back. He is fairly sure that by keeping silent he gets what he wants faster than if he would start talking back. Especially when Zhou Mi is in one of these moods.
Not that he complains, no. Not when the next moment there is a long finger sliding into his body, curling and twisting in a way that makes him bite back moans quite literally as he clamps his teeth on the insides of his cheeks. With another finger follows the next slap and Kyuhyun is almost certain he tastes blood in his mouth in his desperate attempts to hold back. He supposes his dignity can be sacrificed before he does even more damage and tries to ease up, unclench his jaw and flex it.
He doesn’t get that far, not before there is another slap on the exact same, already sore spot on the round of his ass, making him spit out a curse. At the same time he is lifting his hips, though, sticks out his butt in a wordless invitation that can not be misinterpreted. And Zhou Mi takes the invitation instantly, delivering the next blow almost in the small of his back, where it hurts considerably more.
Kyuhyun might’ve liked to pretend he is calmer and more collected, but there is nothing he can do when Zhou Mi rubs on that exact right spot inside of him and makes him nearly howl in surprise. Especially since the sensations are combined with a sharp sting from the next slap, carefully placed so low it’s almost on his upper thighs. He loses all track of time, all sense of reason, and before he even knows it he is only focusing on the sensations helplessly.
When Zhou Mi finally joins their bodies, thrusts into him in one fluent, almost harsh movement, he digs his fingers into the table the best he can to hold on to it. His eyes are closed and he only focuses on feeling, on the way he can feel Zhou Mi’s jeans brush against the sensitive skin of his buttocks, on the way his own shirt clings onto his form, soaked in sweat. On the way it feels to have Zhou Mi fuck him so slow, deliberate and teasing.
Kyuhyun never thought he had a kink for spanking. He never thought he had a particular liking to being bent over a desk and fucked hard, either. Turns out that Zhou Mi can make him yearn for both, almost frighteningly effortlessly.
The slaps feel different with Zhou Mi’s cock buried deep inside of him, but he can’t really describe how. All he knows is that when Zhou Mi practically slams into his body, moving him against the cool surface of the table, and at the same time strikes the reddened, throbbing globe of his ass, there is no way for him to hold back the scream that tears its way from him. He is gasping for air helplessly, his lungs burning, and the next outcry is so high pitched he doesn’t even realize it has its origin in his own throat.
Then Zhou Mi is fucking him slow and deep, long fingers massaging the tender flesh of his backside. It sends a continuous stream of little stings through his nerve-tracks, the skin almost too sensitive to take it. He chokes on a sob, the next deep thrust hitting him just perfectly, and it feels so good he could cry. He isn’t quite sure he isn’t already there, anyway. It feels like too much effort to even try hold back the sounds that flow past his lips continuously now.
Suddenly there are long fingers tracing the back of Kyuhyun’s neck, tangling in his hair and pulling until he has to arch his back. He lets out a strangled noise, squeezes his eyes shut and just focuses on the sensations. All it takes is a few filthy, filthy words whispered right into his ear and his world stands still. He nearly bites his tongue as he comes hard, his thighs trembling to keep him upright.
Kyuhyun barely registers it when Zhou Mi follows him over the edge. His mind is hazy and he is completely through, all he wants to do is sleep. Still, when Zhou Mi chuckles next to his ear, wrapping his lanky arms around him to hug him tight, Kyuhyun can’t hold back a smile. “You know what, Kuixian? You should develop new kinks more often.”
Kyuhyun grumbles. “Shut up.” He twists his body just enough to aim a half-hearted glare at the other man. “And get me into bed, will you?”
In the morning, the first thing Kyuhyun sees when he steps into the kitchen is the very suggestive eyebrow waggle from Siwon. Not a good sign.
Henry greets him with a smug smile. While Kyuhyun is thankful for his silence, he still has a feeling this will not end well. It’s not often one sees Henry look that… well, like he holds a dark, embarrassing secret over you and is going to blackmail you with it any given second now. It is quite disturbing. Kyuhyun tries to ignore it, though, and it works well until Sungmin coughs to gain his attention.
“I didn’t even know you could make noises like that,” Sungmin practically sing-songs, smiling over the rim of his coffee mug. He is definitely more than happy, swinging his legs merrily. Kyuhyun can already feel his face heat up, the colour rising to his cheeks until he matches a ripe tomato.
Donghae is equally chirpy as he chimes in. “First I thought you were watching porn!”
Hyukjae nods fervently. “It kind of reminds me of this one flick we just watched. What was it? ‘Scream my name, baby’?” The mention of the movie title is already more than enough to dissolve both Donghae and Hyukjae into hysterical giggles.
Kyuhyun is not amused. He tries to ignore everyone around him, hoping they’ll drop it. As usual, he doesn’t have any luck.
“I think you’ve remarkably improved with your high notes,” Ryeowook adds helpfully. He smiles sweetly, meeting Kyuhyun’s gaze straight and to anyone, he looks like he is giving an honest compliment. Kyuhyun can see the glint in his eyes though. The mischievous, evil glint.
“I hate you guys.” Rolling his eyes, Kyuhyun grumbles under his breath. He needs coffee. Lots of coffee.
He is too aware of his surroundings to remember his soreness, and when he sits down at the table with his coffee, he is painfully reminded of it. He lets out a highly undignified squeak.
Everyone cracks up and roaring laughter fills the room. Kyuhyun would very much like to drown himself in his coffee mug.
Later after breakfast Kyuhyun grumbles at Zhou Mi about the disrespectful way their friends are treating him but Zhou Mi only laughs at him, pats his (still sore) butt and tells him it was worth it. It was, Kyuhyun isn’t going to deny that, but he still doesn’t appreciate being laughed at like this and he knows he needs to get back at Zhou Mi sooner or later.
It turns out to be sooner. After weeks of no real breaks one free day doesn’t recharge their inner batteries and they end up dozing off randomly several times during the following day. Donghae actually manages to fall asleep in the middle of the dinner, his face covered in sauce and veggies sticking to his hair in a way that makes everyone laugh. No one thinks it’s weird in any way that they all vanish from time to time to nap in some secluded corner or to curl up in bed for a moment.
That is how Kyuhyun finds Zhou Mi. He already noticed when the Chinese man slipped into their room earlier but deliberately he waited, took his time before he followed silently. There, sprawled on the bed, Zhou Mi is breathing steadily, obviously fast asleep. He is wearing an oversized t-shirt and loose fitting sweatpants, and already from that one could tell how exhausted he was. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t pull on one of Kyuhyun’s crumpled, faded shirts.
The sight almost makes Kyuhyun want to snap a picture, but he can’t be bothered to find his camera right now and thus he only locks the door and pads across the room to the drawers, grabbing two simple belts. His plan is simple: make Zhou Mi scream so loud everyone starts to tease him and forgets about the previous night. Step one: make sure he won’t be able to get away.
It is almost too easy to shift the lanky body slightly so he can move Zhou Mi’s arms up, close to the bed’s frame. Thankfully Zhou Mi has always been a deep sleeper and he hardly even shifts when Kyuhyun slides the first belt around his wrists, twisting it a few times to make sure it’s tight enough and hopefully still not too much. He doesn’t want to cut off Zhou Mi’s circulation, only immobilize him. The second belt is looped between the other man’s arms and tied to the bed, and when he is done Kyuhyun stops for a moment to admire his achievements. Perfect.
Zhou Mi is still asleep but he is shifting slightly, making low displeased noises as he tugs on his bonds a little, instinctively. Kyuhyun’s heart is running a million miles an hour in his chest and he is surprised he has gotten even this far. The next step would be to get Zhou Mi out of his clothes since as eager as Kyuhyun is, it doesn’t exactly make up for the fabric-barrier in between. Zhou Mi’s sweatpants are halfway down his thighs (thankfully he isn’t wearing anything underneath) by the time he begins to shift and stir more in his sleep.
“Kyuh- Kuixian?” Zhou Mi mumbles sleepily, blinking as he tries to process what is going on. When he realizes his pants are being dragged down he makes a low yelp and instinctively tries to sit up, only to notice his hands are effectively bound. “What are you doing?” He asks with a hint of curiosity in his voice, still trying to get rid of the last remains of sleepiness.
“Undressing you.” Kyuhyun answers promptly, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to wake someone up by tying him to the bed and stripping him. In a way it is. At least if one asks him. Carelessly he discards the pants to the side once he gets them all the way down those long, long legs, inching upwards until he is hovering above the other man. He steals a short kiss, something Zhou Mi lazily responds to, obviously still not completely awake. Well that would change soon.
“Mmmh this is kinky,” Zhou Mi grins as the kiss breaks, stretching his impossibly long limbs a bit, flexing his muscles awake. “If you wanted to blow me you could’ve just asked.” He goes on cockily as he feels Kyuhyun’s long fingers trace the inside of his thigh, gently urging his legs apart.
Kyuhyun harrumphs, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at that. “Don’t get cocky.” Only now he notices one flaw in his plan, though. He wants the shirt gone, but it’s a bit too late now that the other man’s hands are already attached at the bedhead. Well, shit. Kyuhyun gives a small shrug as he decides the shirt has to go. It was lucky that Zhou Mi was wearing one of his old shirts indeed, instead of an expensive brand shirt. Since Kyuhyun would’ve executed his plan no matter what.
In one swift movement he is off the bed and at his desk, digging out a pair of sharp scissors. Once he approaches the bed again Zhou Mi’s expression turns curious, an amused glint in his eyes. “You know, with your IQ one should be able to plan these things a bit better beforehand,” he teases and Kyuhyun resists the urge to grin – as well as the very slight voice inside of his head that demands revenge for the mocking.
“Oh shut up. Maybe I wanted to cut it off you?” He suggests and although he knows no one is buying the act, it doesn’t mean he can’t try. Teasingly he snaps the scissors a couple of times, before pressing the cold metal against Zhou Mi’s belly.
Instantly Zhou Mi sucks in his stomach, trying to flinch away from the coldness. “Ouch. Careful with those!” He warns lowly, his gaze directed straight at the sharp item when Kyuhyun slowly begins to cut the shirt off his form. It is a nice shirt, with the chemical structure of chocolate written on the front. He isn’t an avid fan of chocolate, but he had liked the shirt enough to keep it all these years. Well, it is a small sacrifice now.
He makes sure he teases Zhou Mi’s skin with the cool metal every chance given, but it’s not like he wants to waste too much time on this when he has other things on mind. Once he has the whole shirt cut open he slides it off with a triumphant grin, looking far too pleased with himself. “Now, finally!” He exclaims, throwing the scissors to the side without looking where they land.
Zhou Mi is chuckling at that, following his doings with amused eyes. “What did you plan on doing nextohgosh your hands are cold!” He nearly shrieks, a clear shudder going through him when one of those aforementioned cold hands sneaks between his legs to touch him not-at-all-subtly. He tries to get away from the touch at first but then Kyuhyun is there kissing him and it distracts him enough from everything else.
Soon the kiss grows more and more heated, making Zhou Mi mewl into it as Kyuhyun insistently gives all he’s got, tries to rob him of his breath. He has always been a demanding kisser and it still makes Zhou Mi’s toes curl. It’s not cold anymore, quite the contrary, everything feels hot, burning hot. Kyuhyun palms Zhou Mi’s cock, while practically raping his mouth with his tongue. There’s no chance to keep completely calm, not with those able fingers finding every sensitive spot to tease. They’ve been together for long enough to be more than familiar with each other’s bodies.
Finally Kyuhyun pulls back and allows them both to take a deep breath, a thin line of saliva still connecting their glistening lips. He is smirking though, obviously more than pleased. “Not so cold now anymore, eh?” He practically sing-songs, his voice slightly raspy from the lack of use. It’s not like he even expects a reply so Zhou Mi settles for swallowing hard, trying to hold back the low gasps that spill from him on their own.
There’s no way in hell to hold back the low groan that pushes its way past his lips when Kyuhyun slithers down his body, only to pull back his fingers and go on with his mouth. Zhou Mi cranes his neck to see those plump lips pressed against his cock, to see the slick tongue that laps on the tip and swirls around it, just to make him buck up and ask for more. He is ready to beg the second Kyuhyun looks up at him from dark eyes and encloses his lips around the head of his arousal.
With a low moan Zhou Mi allows his head to fall backwards until it hits the pillows, squeezes his eyes shut in a desperate attempt for control. It’s no use anymore, the sight of Kyuhyun’s kiss bruised lips around his cock has already burned itself into his mind and no amount of blinking can rid him of it. Not that he would even want to, except that the visuals to the feelings make him react embarrassingly fast. Within seconds he digs his heels into the mattress and tries to move his hips upwards for more.
There is a firm hand on his hip to stop him though and Zhou Mi growls displeased in the back of his throat, trying to send a glare Kyuhyun’s way. Not that it works out. He can’t glare even under normal circumstances and especially not when he is hard and needy and faced with the sight of Kyuhyun hollowing his cheeks to suck him more intensely. “Oh fuck,” he gripes out loud, tugging on his bonds in an attempt to free his hands. “Any chance you’d let me free?” He tries, knowing the answer already before he opens his mouth to speak.
The only answer he gets is a smirk, if it can be called one when Kyuhyun still has a mouthful of a hard cock and tries to grin around the thick flesh. The hand on his hip stays, even pressing down more firmly as if to ensure he’ll stay unmoving no matter what. The explanation follows the next second when there are bold, slick fingers tracing his inner thigh and slipping between his legs easily. Kyuhyun doesn’t tease him long before he already slides his long middle-finger inside of him, making him choke out a moan.
Automatically Zhou Mi’s legs fall open and he tries to lift his hips, to no avail. He can only squirm slightly on his place in an attempt to gain more of the sensations. Kyuhyun is sucking on him lazily, and when he adds another finger he pulls back completely, licking his lips with that almost challenging look flickering over his face. Zhou Mi knows that look all too well and it makes him groan, both in frustration and in anticipation. His whole body jerks upwards when Kyuhyun finally twists his fingers deep enough, mercilessly rubbing on the exact right spot within.
Zhou Mi’s eyes shoot open and he twists his whole body, and for a moment Kyuhyun loses his hold on his hip. He resumes it a moment later though, grinning cockily as he adds a third finger and coevally laps on the tip of the other man’s arousal, collecting the beads of precome. He looks perfectly content just teasing –
– and that is exactly what he does for the following hours if the way it feels is any indication, always pushing Zhou Mi to the edge only to let him fall back helplessly. “Kuixian,” Zhou Mi breathes out finally, before biting his lower lip so hard it hurts. “C’mon. You’re killing me.”
The first answer he gets is a finger pressed against his prostate, rubbing lightly until he is trying to jerk up again, desperate. Through the haze in his mind he hears Kyuhyun clear his throat though, before he speaks up. “What do you want?”
“Wh- what do I want?” Zhou Mi almost laughs, whimpering as he spreads his legs further and tries to wordlessly show just what he needs. But he knows Kyuhyun will wait for him to say it out loud, and after the next deep breath he manages to sound much calmer than he actually feels. “Fuck me.” He meets Kyuhyun’s gaze with his own, trying hard to focus. Not that it works for long and when Kyuhyun just looks back at him expectantly he finally cracks. “For fuck’s sake, Kyuhyun. Come here and fuck me silly.”
He gets one more of those typical smirks, but then finally there is some progress. In lightning speed Kyuhyun gets rid of his own sweatpants, glad that they are so easy to discard. He knows Zhou Mi is watching him, following his every move and he gives himself a few slow strokes. That is already enough to make his breath catch in his throat, and he doesn’t even dare to imagine how it’ll be once he finally gets what he wants.
Using his whole bodyweight, Kyuhyun hoists Zhou Mi up against the bedhead, until he is practically sitting on Kyuhyun’s lap. It leaves his arms bent back, his wrists still attached to the bed frame he is holding on to for support, and those amazing long legs wrapped around Kyuhyun’s hips. Neither of them says a single word, neither of them even dares to breathe when Kyuhyun finally slides in, connecting their bodies in the most intense of ways. That is already enough to make Kyuhyun shiver and he bites his lower lip to muffle a moan that would match the one escaping Zhou Mi’s throat perfectly.
Only when Kyuhyun is certain he can speak without stuttering he leans in, brushing his lips over the other man’s neck and up to his jaw. “You want it,” he purrs right into Zhou Mi’s ear, his voice almost dangerously low, “you work for it.” As if to emphasize the words he nudges his hips a little, just enough to elicit a weak whimper from Zhou Mi as it pushes him even deeper inside of him.
It takes all of his self control not to move while being buried in that tight heat, not to slam his hips forward and claim Zhou Mi as his own. Already being connected fully, their bodies as close as humanly possible, is a strain on his control and brings it close to the breaking point. Somehow he manages, somehow he even looks calmer than he feels. He allows his palms to rest on Zhou Mi’s hips, stroking the smooth skin with his thumbs. It is easier to keep his hands even remotely still like this.
Zhou Mi mewls deep in his throat, tilting his head backwards in a way that exposes the long, white column of his neck. Sheen of sweat is shimmering on his pale skin, stray droplets running down over his Adam’s apple and that is the last straw. Kyuhyun can’t hold back from sinking his teeth into the spot where neck meets shoulder, lapping on the spot almost apologetically right after. The salty taste seems to even turn him on further and he is on the edge of giving up to his urges.
Then, finally Zhou Mi moves. He is grasping the bedhead so hard his knuckles turn white from the effort, every muscle in him tense and his thighs trembling as he struggles to lift himself, only to sink back down on Kyuhyun’s cock. The first time is tentative and one can see Zhou Mi hold his breath, focus on the sensations, on the intensity of the stretch. Kyuhyun rakes his nails down Zhou Mi’s back, along his spine, earning himself a low groan and an uncontrollably tightening body on his lap.
Soon Kyuhyun’s hands settle back on Zhou Mi’s narrow hips, and as much as he tries not to meddle he is already guiding him in his movements. It’s impossible not to, it feels too good and he wants more of it. Somehow it’s even more enticing now that Zhou Mi really has to work for it, has to use the awkward position and the angle of his body to gain more of what he wants. It would be much easier with his hands free but like this… every single movement is still agonizingly slow, torturing them both.
Neither of them says a word, the air filled with their low gasps and guttural moans as they are both too preoccupied to form coherent words. It almost surprises Kyuhyun when suddenly Zhou Mi calls out his name, repeating it right after. “Kuixian. Please.” Zhou Mi practically sobs out the syllables, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. His whole body is trembling and Kyuhyun could swear he has never seen anything this gorgeous, this tempting.
Kyuhyun takes the words as a command and tightens the hold he has of the other man’s lanky body. He practically slams his hips up, buries himself deep inside of Zhou Mi, down to the hilt. Once, twice, three times, and the third thrust already has Zhou Mi screaming. Those long legs tighten around Kyuhyun’s hips, urging him to go faster, harder, deeper, anything to feed the burning fire within.
Neither of them spares a single thought on how loud they’re being – again – and how much they will get mocked for this afterwards. Right now none of that matters, their world swirling down to this, to what they share. Kyuhyun is gasping for air, breathes hotly against Zhou Mi’s neck and sinks his teeth down near his collarbone. There must be several marks on that long neck already, something their stylists will give them hell for afterwards. Not that he cares, not now and not later.
Zhou Mi is nearly whimpering, clutching on the bedhead like his life depends on it. His fingers are itching to touch, he wants to grasp Kyuhyun’s shoulders instead but he can’t, not with his wrists still bound tight. He wants to run his hands down Kyuhyun’s chest, wants to tangle his fingers in the dark strands of his hair, wants to sink his fingernails into the soft flesh of his backside. The frustration of being denied that makes him arch his back, the movement causing his muscles to tighten even further.
“F-fuck, Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun nearly chokes on the words, his voice muffled as he presses his face down against the other man’s neck. His fingers are digging deep into Zhou Mi’s hips, practically yanking him closer with each movement of their joined bodies. He knows he has the exact right angle and strikes gold with each movement, can read it in the way Zhou Mi is trembling in his arms, the way he is biting back screams and releasing strings of incoherent Mandarin. A part of him wishes it will never end, while another part thinks he can’t take a second more.
The truth is somewhere in between and it doesn’t take long before it is all over. Zhou Mi is thrown over the edge with a loud, incoherent outcry that doesn’t resemble any real word and still Kyuhyun could swear he hears his name in the midst of it all. It’s such a turn on that Kyuhyun loses all control over himself, even the little remains he might’ve been still holding on to. He knows that the other man can barely take the harsh thrusts that follow, overly sensitive and still lost in the pleasurable haze, but he can’t bring himself to stop. Not now. And when Zhou Mi uses his legs to pull Kyuhyun closer, it is pretty clear he doesn’t even want him to hold back.
It feels like a small eternity but in reality it’s no more than a couple of minutes before Kyuhyun stills, a feral sound forcing its way from his throat as he comes in hot, hard spurts deep inside of Zhou Mi. He is clutching the older man’s body close to his own, as if the skin on skin contact is vital for his survival as he tries to fill his burning lungs with the much needed oxygen.
Only when Zhou Mi groans displeased and wriggles slightly Kyuhyun remembers to reach up and untie him with shaky fingers. Instantly Zhou Mi grabs his hair and yanks him close so they can share a sloppy, breathless kiss. It’s bound to end soon, neither of them has enough breath to spare right now. They practically collapse on the mattress in a heap of long limbs, too exhausted to rearrange themselves.
The silence is only broken a good while later. “You know,” Zhou Mi breathes in deep, in a desperate attempt to steady his voice when he goes on, “we should do this more often.”
“Sure,” Kyuhyun groans lowly, shifting so he can press his forehead against Zhou Mi’s shoulder. “Just give me a couple of months to recover first.”
Zhou Mi laughs and gives him a well-aimed slap right on his ass.
“They’ll think you’re abusing me,” Zhou Mi notes almost absently as he inspects the bruises the belt left on his wrists. After dozing off for a moment he feels like he might actually be able to move sometime this century, and his tongue doesn’t feel too heavy to form words properly. They managed to somehow get under the covers sometime earlier, although Zhou Mi has no recollection about that whatsoever.
Kyuhyun quirks an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. “It’s you who practically beat my backside first,” he points out. “You just know where to hit so they won’t see it.” He feigns disinterest, but at the same time reaches for the other man’s hands. There is no mistaking the gentleness in the touch when he runs his fingers over the most prominent bruise.
“Wait,” he commands, quickly scrambling off the bed and leaving Zhou Mi waiting there. He is back a minute later already, nonchalantly moving in to straddle Zhou Mi’s hips until he is sitting on his lap. “This should do good.” He mumbles barely audibly while he unscrews a bottle of some salve, squeezing a generous amount on his fingers.
Zhou Mi smiles. The cool salve feels good on his wrists, but the soft touch is even better.
Kyuhyun makes a small, surprised noise when Zhou Mi catches the corner of his mouth in a kiss.
Moments later, Zhou Mi frowns thoughtfully as he eyes the tube of salve. “You want me to cream your ass?”
Silence.
“Let me rephrase that.”
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Yay? \o/ Someone should stop me from writing fail!smut and make me write something with an actual plot *laughs* It’s too hot to think (as in, it’s +40°C in here) and if there are typos or …weird things in the fic, blame that, okay? I should be sleeping but it’s too hot for that too XD Wheeee~
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fonulynRating: NC17 (and s-s-spanking)
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi (cameos from the rest of SJM!)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Even after all these months of experimenting and trying, there are new things they find out about each other. Sometimes accidentally. And sometimes revenge is needed.
Comments: Happy birthday
plastictear! 8D This is all for you, ten pages of Qmi p0rn XD I hope you like it and that you’ll have an amazing birthday ;) Even if it’s technically only tomorrow *whistles* So… basically,
plastictear wanted top!Mi, I wanted top!Kyu, and in the end I wrote both. Everyone wins! \o/ It’s not as filthy smut as I’d like it to be but oh well, I suppose it’ll do XD I hope you’ll enjoy! It even tries to have some resemblance of a thin plot! Oh, and this fic was completely inspired by this picture, even if it doesn’t really make an appearance in the fic. But without it, there would’ve been nothing, and Mimi is always relevant. 
It really ought to be kind of gross, Kyuhyun supposes, the way they’re both still in the sweaty clothes from the dance practice, but he can’t really bring himself to care when Zhou Mi has stuck his tongue down his throat and is kissing him senseless. Normally they would’ve showered right after practice but for some reason the showers there are out of order, all except for one, and to avoid the queue they both opted for showering back at the dorms.
Except they never made it to the shower. Kyuhyun isn’t quite certain who it was that initiated the first of the kisses, but he knows fully well it was Zhou Mi who did that thing with his tongue and drove all sensible thoughts right out of Kyuhyun. There was never really any other possibility but to go for another kiss, to give in and make it a full-blown make out session. Zhou Mi’s hair is slightly damp when Kyuhyun runs his fingers through it, and in a way it’s kind of endearing, makes him want to tangle his hands in the soft strands and never let go.
That kind of mushy thoughts flee as soon as they appeared, urged by the way Zhou Mi pushes a knee between Kyuhyun’s thighs, pressing flush against his body. It breaks the kiss when Kyuhyun gasps, breathes harshly right against the older man’s lips to regain his composure at least somewhat. Zhou Mi takes half a step back, before he is stopped by urgent hands on his hips.
“Are you even wearing any underwear?” Zhou Mi practically purrs as he slips his long fingers underneath the elastic waistband of Kyuhyun’s sweats. The sound turns into one of pure delight as he finds the answer to his question, shamelessly cupping the younger man’s buttocks in his palms to give them a slight squeeze. “I knew it.”
Kyuhyun refrains from pointing out that it’s quite easy to see if one pays any attention, with the way the soft material of his pants is clinging on to his curves, despite the garment’s bagginess. It’s a complete opposite of the tight designer jeans Zhou Mi is wearing even now, was wearing throughout the dance practice. He hooks his thumbs into Zhou Mi’s belt loops, tugging him closer against himself. “At least I can appreciate comfortable. You don’t always need to look like a model, you know?”
That makes Zhou Mi pull back enough to grin at him, even if Kyuhyun could swear he does it only so he can bend his back and press their crotches together more effectively. The friction elicits a low gasp from him, and he doesn’t have the time to cover it up. “I don’t? But Kuixian, you know you love it.” He wriggles a little, and this time Kyuhyun manages to swallow the quite embarrassing moan that tries to break free.
“I might,” he admits with a slight grin curving his lips, “but you still look like the odd one, in expensive brand clothes while everyone else is in whatever old sweats they found. Anyone would stare at that.”
“You’re making excuses,” Zhou Mi clicks his tongue disapprovingly. Kyuhyun’s grin damn near dies on his lips as Zhou Mi shifts even closer to him, still fondling his backside shamelessly, and begins inching the sweatpants down to get rid of them.
The pants pool around Kyuhyun’s ankles and without giving it another thought he steps right out of them, making sure not to lose the closeness of their bodies in the process. “It’s no excuse. I’m just trying to explain why my eyes were glued to your gangly limbs flailing around.”
”Now stop being a brat or I’ll spank you,” Zhou Mi threatens and the first reaction he receives is a cocky smirk from the younger man. He gives him an ‘I warned you’ look, before doing exactly what he threatened to. His palm makes contact with the side of Kyuhyun’s bare ass with a loud slap as he puts some force into it, enough to make it sting. He expects a yelp and whining, some theatrical complaints and threats of abstinence, but none of that follows.
Instead, Kyuhyun moans.
”You actually like that?” Zhou Mi sounds surprised, even somewhat delighted, although Kyuhyun is too busy blushing to really analyze the other man’s voice and expression in detail. He refuses to meet Zhou Mi’s eyes at first, but then long fingers grasp his chin gently and tilt his face upwards. He opens his mouth to say something, to explain it away – no, it wasn’t really a moan, it was… a very strange sounding shocked gasp? yes that’s what it was – but he doesn’t have the time to say a single word before Zhou Mi kisses him solidly.
The kiss turns two and he is already pressing back against Zhou Mi’s body, losing himself in the contact, when another slap lands on the side of his butt. He moans. It breaks the kiss and Kyuhyun is blushing again, trying to stutter something, but he cuts it short when he realizes that Zhou Mi doesn’t exactly look like he minds. In fact, Zhou Mi is looking at him from dark eyes, obviously on the very verge of just jumping him. That can only be a good thing. “You actually liked that.” Zhou Mi purrs in his ear and this time it’s not a question, it’s a statement.
The next thing Kyuhyun knows is that he’s swirled around and pushed against the desk, and he has just enough presence of mind to yelp and grab his laptop to push it to the side. He doesn’t want to endanger his most precious possession, no matter what. It’s good that his reflexes are so fast since the next moment there is nothing else on his mind except for the delicious sting when Zhou Mi’s palm makes contact with his skin again. He grasps the edges of the table tight and there is a palm on his back, between his shoulder blades, pressing him down against the flat surface.
“Stay,” Zhou Mi whispers in the back of his neck, his breath moving Kyuhyun’s hair and tickling him. The single word is enough to make Kyuhyun freeze on the spot, bite on his lower lip in a futile attempt to calm himself down. It’s more effective than any bounds could be, leaving him unable to disobey as he simply leans in, spreads his thighs a bit further in an attempt to show he understood.
Kyuhyun inhales sharply when he feels slick fingers at his entrance, circling him almost tentatively while smearing lube on the sensitive skin. He wants to tell Zhou Mi to stop, to get down to it and really give him something palpable, but he bites his tongue and holds back. He is fairly sure that by keeping silent he gets what he wants faster than if he would start talking back. Especially when Zhou Mi is in one of these moods.
Not that he complains, no. Not when the next moment there is a long finger sliding into his body, curling and twisting in a way that makes him bite back moans quite literally as he clamps his teeth on the insides of his cheeks. With another finger follows the next slap and Kyuhyun is almost certain he tastes blood in his mouth in his desperate attempts to hold back. He supposes his dignity can be sacrificed before he does even more damage and tries to ease up, unclench his jaw and flex it.
He doesn’t get that far, not before there is another slap on the exact same, already sore spot on the round of his ass, making him spit out a curse. At the same time he is lifting his hips, though, sticks out his butt in a wordless invitation that can not be misinterpreted. And Zhou Mi takes the invitation instantly, delivering the next blow almost in the small of his back, where it hurts considerably more.
Kyuhyun might’ve liked to pretend he is calmer and more collected, but there is nothing he can do when Zhou Mi rubs on that exact right spot inside of him and makes him nearly howl in surprise. Especially since the sensations are combined with a sharp sting from the next slap, carefully placed so low it’s almost on his upper thighs. He loses all track of time, all sense of reason, and before he even knows it he is only focusing on the sensations helplessly.
When Zhou Mi finally joins their bodies, thrusts into him in one fluent, almost harsh movement, he digs his fingers into the table the best he can to hold on to it. His eyes are closed and he only focuses on feeling, on the way he can feel Zhou Mi’s jeans brush against the sensitive skin of his buttocks, on the way his own shirt clings onto his form, soaked in sweat. On the way it feels to have Zhou Mi fuck him so slow, deliberate and teasing.
Kyuhyun never thought he had a kink for spanking. He never thought he had a particular liking to being bent over a desk and fucked hard, either. Turns out that Zhou Mi can make him yearn for both, almost frighteningly effortlessly.
The slaps feel different with Zhou Mi’s cock buried deep inside of him, but he can’t really describe how. All he knows is that when Zhou Mi practically slams into his body, moving him against the cool surface of the table, and at the same time strikes the reddened, throbbing globe of his ass, there is no way for him to hold back the scream that tears its way from him. He is gasping for air helplessly, his lungs burning, and the next outcry is so high pitched he doesn’t even realize it has its origin in his own throat.
Then Zhou Mi is fucking him slow and deep, long fingers massaging the tender flesh of his backside. It sends a continuous stream of little stings through his nerve-tracks, the skin almost too sensitive to take it. He chokes on a sob, the next deep thrust hitting him just perfectly, and it feels so good he could cry. He isn’t quite sure he isn’t already there, anyway. It feels like too much effort to even try hold back the sounds that flow past his lips continuously now.
Suddenly there are long fingers tracing the back of Kyuhyun’s neck, tangling in his hair and pulling until he has to arch his back. He lets out a strangled noise, squeezes his eyes shut and just focuses on the sensations. All it takes is a few filthy, filthy words whispered right into his ear and his world stands still. He nearly bites his tongue as he comes hard, his thighs trembling to keep him upright.
Kyuhyun barely registers it when Zhou Mi follows him over the edge. His mind is hazy and he is completely through, all he wants to do is sleep. Still, when Zhou Mi chuckles next to his ear, wrapping his lanky arms around him to hug him tight, Kyuhyun can’t hold back a smile. “You know what, Kuixian? You should develop new kinks more often.”
Kyuhyun grumbles. “Shut up.” He twists his body just enough to aim a half-hearted glare at the other man. “And get me into bed, will you?”
In the morning, the first thing Kyuhyun sees when he steps into the kitchen is the very suggestive eyebrow waggle from Siwon. Not a good sign.
Henry greets him with a smug smile. While Kyuhyun is thankful for his silence, he still has a feeling this will not end well. It’s not often one sees Henry look that… well, like he holds a dark, embarrassing secret over you and is going to blackmail you with it any given second now. It is quite disturbing. Kyuhyun tries to ignore it, though, and it works well until Sungmin coughs to gain his attention.
“I didn’t even know you could make noises like that,” Sungmin practically sing-songs, smiling over the rim of his coffee mug. He is definitely more than happy, swinging his legs merrily. Kyuhyun can already feel his face heat up, the colour rising to his cheeks until he matches a ripe tomato.
Donghae is equally chirpy as he chimes in. “First I thought you were watching porn!”
Hyukjae nods fervently. “It kind of reminds me of this one flick we just watched. What was it? ‘Scream my name, baby’?” The mention of the movie title is already more than enough to dissolve both Donghae and Hyukjae into hysterical giggles.
Kyuhyun is not amused. He tries to ignore everyone around him, hoping they’ll drop it. As usual, he doesn’t have any luck.
“I think you’ve remarkably improved with your high notes,” Ryeowook adds helpfully. He smiles sweetly, meeting Kyuhyun’s gaze straight and to anyone, he looks like he is giving an honest compliment. Kyuhyun can see the glint in his eyes though. The mischievous, evil glint.
“I hate you guys.” Rolling his eyes, Kyuhyun grumbles under his breath. He needs coffee. Lots of coffee.
He is too aware of his surroundings to remember his soreness, and when he sits down at the table with his coffee, he is painfully reminded of it. He lets out a highly undignified squeak.
Everyone cracks up and roaring laughter fills the room. Kyuhyun would very much like to drown himself in his coffee mug.
Later after breakfast Kyuhyun grumbles at Zhou Mi about the disrespectful way their friends are treating him but Zhou Mi only laughs at him, pats his (still sore) butt and tells him it was worth it. It was, Kyuhyun isn’t going to deny that, but he still doesn’t appreciate being laughed at like this and he knows he needs to get back at Zhou Mi sooner or later.
It turns out to be sooner. After weeks of no real breaks one free day doesn’t recharge their inner batteries and they end up dozing off randomly several times during the following day. Donghae actually manages to fall asleep in the middle of the dinner, his face covered in sauce and veggies sticking to his hair in a way that makes everyone laugh. No one thinks it’s weird in any way that they all vanish from time to time to nap in some secluded corner or to curl up in bed for a moment.
That is how Kyuhyun finds Zhou Mi. He already noticed when the Chinese man slipped into their room earlier but deliberately he waited, took his time before he followed silently. There, sprawled on the bed, Zhou Mi is breathing steadily, obviously fast asleep. He is wearing an oversized t-shirt and loose fitting sweatpants, and already from that one could tell how exhausted he was. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t pull on one of Kyuhyun’s crumpled, faded shirts.
The sight almost makes Kyuhyun want to snap a picture, but he can’t be bothered to find his camera right now and thus he only locks the door and pads across the room to the drawers, grabbing two simple belts. His plan is simple: make Zhou Mi scream so loud everyone starts to tease him and forgets about the previous night. Step one: make sure he won’t be able to get away.
It is almost too easy to shift the lanky body slightly so he can move Zhou Mi’s arms up, close to the bed’s frame. Thankfully Zhou Mi has always been a deep sleeper and he hardly even shifts when Kyuhyun slides the first belt around his wrists, twisting it a few times to make sure it’s tight enough and hopefully still not too much. He doesn’t want to cut off Zhou Mi’s circulation, only immobilize him. The second belt is looped between the other man’s arms and tied to the bed, and when he is done Kyuhyun stops for a moment to admire his achievements. Perfect.
Zhou Mi is still asleep but he is shifting slightly, making low displeased noises as he tugs on his bonds a little, instinctively. Kyuhyun’s heart is running a million miles an hour in his chest and he is surprised he has gotten even this far. The next step would be to get Zhou Mi out of his clothes since as eager as Kyuhyun is, it doesn’t exactly make up for the fabric-barrier in between. Zhou Mi’s sweatpants are halfway down his thighs (thankfully he isn’t wearing anything underneath) by the time he begins to shift and stir more in his sleep.
“Kyuh- Kuixian?” Zhou Mi mumbles sleepily, blinking as he tries to process what is going on. When he realizes his pants are being dragged down he makes a low yelp and instinctively tries to sit up, only to notice his hands are effectively bound. “What are you doing?” He asks with a hint of curiosity in his voice, still trying to get rid of the last remains of sleepiness.
“Undressing you.” Kyuhyun answers promptly, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to wake someone up by tying him to the bed and stripping him. In a way it is. At least if one asks him. Carelessly he discards the pants to the side once he gets them all the way down those long, long legs, inching upwards until he is hovering above the other man. He steals a short kiss, something Zhou Mi lazily responds to, obviously still not completely awake. Well that would change soon.
“Mmmh this is kinky,” Zhou Mi grins as the kiss breaks, stretching his impossibly long limbs a bit, flexing his muscles awake. “If you wanted to blow me you could’ve just asked.” He goes on cockily as he feels Kyuhyun’s long fingers trace the inside of his thigh, gently urging his legs apart.
Kyuhyun harrumphs, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at that. “Don’t get cocky.” Only now he notices one flaw in his plan, though. He wants the shirt gone, but it’s a bit too late now that the other man’s hands are already attached at the bedhead. Well, shit. Kyuhyun gives a small shrug as he decides the shirt has to go. It was lucky that Zhou Mi was wearing one of his old shirts indeed, instead of an expensive brand shirt. Since Kyuhyun would’ve executed his plan no matter what.
In one swift movement he is off the bed and at his desk, digging out a pair of sharp scissors. Once he approaches the bed again Zhou Mi’s expression turns curious, an amused glint in his eyes. “You know, with your IQ one should be able to plan these things a bit better beforehand,” he teases and Kyuhyun resists the urge to grin – as well as the very slight voice inside of his head that demands revenge for the mocking.
“Oh shut up. Maybe I wanted to cut it off you?” He suggests and although he knows no one is buying the act, it doesn’t mean he can’t try. Teasingly he snaps the scissors a couple of times, before pressing the cold metal against Zhou Mi’s belly.
Instantly Zhou Mi sucks in his stomach, trying to flinch away from the coldness. “Ouch. Careful with those!” He warns lowly, his gaze directed straight at the sharp item when Kyuhyun slowly begins to cut the shirt off his form. It is a nice shirt, with the chemical structure of chocolate written on the front. He isn’t an avid fan of chocolate, but he had liked the shirt enough to keep it all these years. Well, it is a small sacrifice now.
He makes sure he teases Zhou Mi’s skin with the cool metal every chance given, but it’s not like he wants to waste too much time on this when he has other things on mind. Once he has the whole shirt cut open he slides it off with a triumphant grin, looking far too pleased with himself. “Now, finally!” He exclaims, throwing the scissors to the side without looking where they land.
Zhou Mi is chuckling at that, following his doings with amused eyes. “What did you plan on doing nextohgosh your hands are cold!” He nearly shrieks, a clear shudder going through him when one of those aforementioned cold hands sneaks between his legs to touch him not-at-all-subtly. He tries to get away from the touch at first but then Kyuhyun is there kissing him and it distracts him enough from everything else.
Soon the kiss grows more and more heated, making Zhou Mi mewl into it as Kyuhyun insistently gives all he’s got, tries to rob him of his breath. He has always been a demanding kisser and it still makes Zhou Mi’s toes curl. It’s not cold anymore, quite the contrary, everything feels hot, burning hot. Kyuhyun palms Zhou Mi’s cock, while practically raping his mouth with his tongue. There’s no chance to keep completely calm, not with those able fingers finding every sensitive spot to tease. They’ve been together for long enough to be more than familiar with each other’s bodies.
Finally Kyuhyun pulls back and allows them both to take a deep breath, a thin line of saliva still connecting their glistening lips. He is smirking though, obviously more than pleased. “Not so cold now anymore, eh?” He practically sing-songs, his voice slightly raspy from the lack of use. It’s not like he even expects a reply so Zhou Mi settles for swallowing hard, trying to hold back the low gasps that spill from him on their own.
There’s no way in hell to hold back the low groan that pushes its way past his lips when Kyuhyun slithers down his body, only to pull back his fingers and go on with his mouth. Zhou Mi cranes his neck to see those plump lips pressed against his cock, to see the slick tongue that laps on the tip and swirls around it, just to make him buck up and ask for more. He is ready to beg the second Kyuhyun looks up at him from dark eyes and encloses his lips around the head of his arousal.
With a low moan Zhou Mi allows his head to fall backwards until it hits the pillows, squeezes his eyes shut in a desperate attempt for control. It’s no use anymore, the sight of Kyuhyun’s kiss bruised lips around his cock has already burned itself into his mind and no amount of blinking can rid him of it. Not that he would even want to, except that the visuals to the feelings make him react embarrassingly fast. Within seconds he digs his heels into the mattress and tries to move his hips upwards for more.
There is a firm hand on his hip to stop him though and Zhou Mi growls displeased in the back of his throat, trying to send a glare Kyuhyun’s way. Not that it works out. He can’t glare even under normal circumstances and especially not when he is hard and needy and faced with the sight of Kyuhyun hollowing his cheeks to suck him more intensely. “Oh fuck,” he gripes out loud, tugging on his bonds in an attempt to free his hands. “Any chance you’d let me free?” He tries, knowing the answer already before he opens his mouth to speak.
The only answer he gets is a smirk, if it can be called one when Kyuhyun still has a mouthful of a hard cock and tries to grin around the thick flesh. The hand on his hip stays, even pressing down more firmly as if to ensure he’ll stay unmoving no matter what. The explanation follows the next second when there are bold, slick fingers tracing his inner thigh and slipping between his legs easily. Kyuhyun doesn’t tease him long before he already slides his long middle-finger inside of him, making him choke out a moan.
Automatically Zhou Mi’s legs fall open and he tries to lift his hips, to no avail. He can only squirm slightly on his place in an attempt to gain more of the sensations. Kyuhyun is sucking on him lazily, and when he adds another finger he pulls back completely, licking his lips with that almost challenging look flickering over his face. Zhou Mi knows that look all too well and it makes him groan, both in frustration and in anticipation. His whole body jerks upwards when Kyuhyun finally twists his fingers deep enough, mercilessly rubbing on the exact right spot within.
Zhou Mi’s eyes shoot open and he twists his whole body, and for a moment Kyuhyun loses his hold on his hip. He resumes it a moment later though, grinning cockily as he adds a third finger and coevally laps on the tip of the other man’s arousal, collecting the beads of precome. He looks perfectly content just teasing –
– and that is exactly what he does for the following hours if the way it feels is any indication, always pushing Zhou Mi to the edge only to let him fall back helplessly. “Kuixian,” Zhou Mi breathes out finally, before biting his lower lip so hard it hurts. “C’mon. You’re killing me.”
The first answer he gets is a finger pressed against his prostate, rubbing lightly until he is trying to jerk up again, desperate. Through the haze in his mind he hears Kyuhyun clear his throat though, before he speaks up. “What do you want?”
“Wh- what do I want?” Zhou Mi almost laughs, whimpering as he spreads his legs further and tries to wordlessly show just what he needs. But he knows Kyuhyun will wait for him to say it out loud, and after the next deep breath he manages to sound much calmer than he actually feels. “Fuck me.” He meets Kyuhyun’s gaze with his own, trying hard to focus. Not that it works for long and when Kyuhyun just looks back at him expectantly he finally cracks. “For fuck’s sake, Kyuhyun. Come here and fuck me silly.”
He gets one more of those typical smirks, but then finally there is some progress. In lightning speed Kyuhyun gets rid of his own sweatpants, glad that they are so easy to discard. He knows Zhou Mi is watching him, following his every move and he gives himself a few slow strokes. That is already enough to make his breath catch in his throat, and he doesn’t even dare to imagine how it’ll be once he finally gets what he wants.
Using his whole bodyweight, Kyuhyun hoists Zhou Mi up against the bedhead, until he is practically sitting on Kyuhyun’s lap. It leaves his arms bent back, his wrists still attached to the bed frame he is holding on to for support, and those amazing long legs wrapped around Kyuhyun’s hips. Neither of them says a single word, neither of them even dares to breathe when Kyuhyun finally slides in, connecting their bodies in the most intense of ways. That is already enough to make Kyuhyun shiver and he bites his lower lip to muffle a moan that would match the one escaping Zhou Mi’s throat perfectly.
Only when Kyuhyun is certain he can speak without stuttering he leans in, brushing his lips over the other man’s neck and up to his jaw. “You want it,” he purrs right into Zhou Mi’s ear, his voice almost dangerously low, “you work for it.” As if to emphasize the words he nudges his hips a little, just enough to elicit a weak whimper from Zhou Mi as it pushes him even deeper inside of him.
It takes all of his self control not to move while being buried in that tight heat, not to slam his hips forward and claim Zhou Mi as his own. Already being connected fully, their bodies as close as humanly possible, is a strain on his control and brings it close to the breaking point. Somehow he manages, somehow he even looks calmer than he feels. He allows his palms to rest on Zhou Mi’s hips, stroking the smooth skin with his thumbs. It is easier to keep his hands even remotely still like this.
Zhou Mi mewls deep in his throat, tilting his head backwards in a way that exposes the long, white column of his neck. Sheen of sweat is shimmering on his pale skin, stray droplets running down over his Adam’s apple and that is the last straw. Kyuhyun can’t hold back from sinking his teeth into the spot where neck meets shoulder, lapping on the spot almost apologetically right after. The salty taste seems to even turn him on further and he is on the edge of giving up to his urges.
Then, finally Zhou Mi moves. He is grasping the bedhead so hard his knuckles turn white from the effort, every muscle in him tense and his thighs trembling as he struggles to lift himself, only to sink back down on Kyuhyun’s cock. The first time is tentative and one can see Zhou Mi hold his breath, focus on the sensations, on the intensity of the stretch. Kyuhyun rakes his nails down Zhou Mi’s back, along his spine, earning himself a low groan and an uncontrollably tightening body on his lap.
Soon Kyuhyun’s hands settle back on Zhou Mi’s narrow hips, and as much as he tries not to meddle he is already guiding him in his movements. It’s impossible not to, it feels too good and he wants more of it. Somehow it’s even more enticing now that Zhou Mi really has to work for it, has to use the awkward position and the angle of his body to gain more of what he wants. It would be much easier with his hands free but like this… every single movement is still agonizingly slow, torturing them both.
Neither of them says a word, the air filled with their low gasps and guttural moans as they are both too preoccupied to form coherent words. It almost surprises Kyuhyun when suddenly Zhou Mi calls out his name, repeating it right after. “Kuixian. Please.” Zhou Mi practically sobs out the syllables, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. His whole body is trembling and Kyuhyun could swear he has never seen anything this gorgeous, this tempting.
Kyuhyun takes the words as a command and tightens the hold he has of the other man’s lanky body. He practically slams his hips up, buries himself deep inside of Zhou Mi, down to the hilt. Once, twice, three times, and the third thrust already has Zhou Mi screaming. Those long legs tighten around Kyuhyun’s hips, urging him to go faster, harder, deeper, anything to feed the burning fire within.
Neither of them spares a single thought on how loud they’re being – again – and how much they will get mocked for this afterwards. Right now none of that matters, their world swirling down to this, to what they share. Kyuhyun is gasping for air, breathes hotly against Zhou Mi’s neck and sinks his teeth down near his collarbone. There must be several marks on that long neck already, something their stylists will give them hell for afterwards. Not that he cares, not now and not later.
Zhou Mi is nearly whimpering, clutching on the bedhead like his life depends on it. His fingers are itching to touch, he wants to grasp Kyuhyun’s shoulders instead but he can’t, not with his wrists still bound tight. He wants to run his hands down Kyuhyun’s chest, wants to tangle his fingers in the dark strands of his hair, wants to sink his fingernails into the soft flesh of his backside. The frustration of being denied that makes him arch his back, the movement causing his muscles to tighten even further.
“F-fuck, Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun nearly chokes on the words, his voice muffled as he presses his face down against the other man’s neck. His fingers are digging deep into Zhou Mi’s hips, practically yanking him closer with each movement of their joined bodies. He knows he has the exact right angle and strikes gold with each movement, can read it in the way Zhou Mi is trembling in his arms, the way he is biting back screams and releasing strings of incoherent Mandarin. A part of him wishes it will never end, while another part thinks he can’t take a second more.
The truth is somewhere in between and it doesn’t take long before it is all over. Zhou Mi is thrown over the edge with a loud, incoherent outcry that doesn’t resemble any real word and still Kyuhyun could swear he hears his name in the midst of it all. It’s such a turn on that Kyuhyun loses all control over himself, even the little remains he might’ve been still holding on to. He knows that the other man can barely take the harsh thrusts that follow, overly sensitive and still lost in the pleasurable haze, but he can’t bring himself to stop. Not now. And when Zhou Mi uses his legs to pull Kyuhyun closer, it is pretty clear he doesn’t even want him to hold back.
It feels like a small eternity but in reality it’s no more than a couple of minutes before Kyuhyun stills, a feral sound forcing its way from his throat as he comes in hot, hard spurts deep inside of Zhou Mi. He is clutching the older man’s body close to his own, as if the skin on skin contact is vital for his survival as he tries to fill his burning lungs with the much needed oxygen.
Only when Zhou Mi groans displeased and wriggles slightly Kyuhyun remembers to reach up and untie him with shaky fingers. Instantly Zhou Mi grabs his hair and yanks him close so they can share a sloppy, breathless kiss. It’s bound to end soon, neither of them has enough breath to spare right now. They practically collapse on the mattress in a heap of long limbs, too exhausted to rearrange themselves.
The silence is only broken a good while later. “You know,” Zhou Mi breathes in deep, in a desperate attempt to steady his voice when he goes on, “we should do this more often.”
“Sure,” Kyuhyun groans lowly, shifting so he can press his forehead against Zhou Mi’s shoulder. “Just give me a couple of months to recover first.”
Zhou Mi laughs and gives him a well-aimed slap right on his ass.
“They’ll think you’re abusing me,” Zhou Mi notes almost absently as he inspects the bruises the belt left on his wrists. After dozing off for a moment he feels like he might actually be able to move sometime this century, and his tongue doesn’t feel too heavy to form words properly. They managed to somehow get under the covers sometime earlier, although Zhou Mi has no recollection about that whatsoever.
Kyuhyun quirks an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. “It’s you who practically beat my backside first,” he points out. “You just know where to hit so they won’t see it.” He feigns disinterest, but at the same time reaches for the other man’s hands. There is no mistaking the gentleness in the touch when he runs his fingers over the most prominent bruise.
“Wait,” he commands, quickly scrambling off the bed and leaving Zhou Mi waiting there. He is back a minute later already, nonchalantly moving in to straddle Zhou Mi’s hips until he is sitting on his lap. “This should do good.” He mumbles barely audibly while he unscrews a bottle of some salve, squeezing a generous amount on his fingers.
Zhou Mi smiles. The cool salve feels good on his wrists, but the soft touch is even better.
Kyuhyun makes a small, surprised noise when Zhou Mi catches the corner of his mouth in a kiss.
Moments later, Zhou Mi frowns thoughtfully as he eyes the tube of salve. “You want me to cream your ass?”
Silence.
“Let me rephrase that.”
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Yay? \o/ Someone should stop me from writing fail!smut and make me write something with an actual plot *laughs* It’s too hot to think (as in, it’s +40°C in here) and if there are typos or …weird things in the fic, blame that, okay? I should be sleeping but it’s too hot for that too XD Wheeee~
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I have to go I won't comment until tomorrow but oh god, I read the last lines of the fic and uh XD I died. Yes Mimi, cream his ass.
Have this as an early thankyu 8D
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Har har had 8D Let me just tell you, this was brilliant~ I've decided I love birthday smut fics. Especially qmi ones that are hot and sweaty and nice.
The first part. I love Kyuhyun's ass, obviously, so already that made it good 8D And sfjdkgj no underwearrr. Now I'm just imagining Kyuhyun in sweatpants and how easy it'd be to see if he wasn't wearing underwear :((( My life is ruined. Anyways.
Zhou Mi fondling Kyuhyun's ass rates pretty high on my list of favourite qmi things. Zhou Mi spanking him is even higher. Just look at Zhou Mi's hands, the palms are so wide and his fingers are long and even and skfdgjfk ;A; The Taipei Walker I bought almost classifies as a dirty magazine because there are Mimi's hands and foddkfjfjd *dead*. Sooo XD And Kyuhyun staying put just because Mimi said so, unf. It's the kind of dominance I think Mimi has, instead of the bitch suck my cock kind 8D
And fuck, the mental image of Zhou Mi fucking Kyuhyun in those clothes in kind of... As if he wasn't hot enough already without Kyuhyun attached to his dick. Oh my.
and oh god, the others XD Poor Kyuhyun, young hyungs (and dongsaeng) are so mean XD I think your Sungmin was just so him, he'd be all smug and all XD
And oh oh oh. I'm not supposed to like bondage :| But the idea of Kyuhyun tying up Mimi with his belts while he sleeps is just... Too tempting.
Kyuhyun, you fail XD Forgetting to take off Mimi's shirt before tying him up *laughs* But even geniuses make mistakes! And um. It was hot. Everything was hot and I died and it was perfect, thank you ♥
Now I will go and reply your other comments sfjkdjk why are there so many XD
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Oh trust me, I loved it! It was all kinds of awesome x) Now I have an urge to go and edit my teacher/student fic and make Zhou Mi come on Kyuhyun's ass instead of inside of it. They used an condom though, so I don't know how it'd work. And now I go to bed XD
He is so precious, I can't even ;~~;
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AND NKLJHNKJGN WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ;_______; It could work..? Zhou Mi can be a ninja and rip off the condom and come all over Kyuhyun? 8D
He is the most precious thing ever oh gosh that pepper suit and gosh ;~;♥
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Love your QMi fics so much!
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At first I thought Kyuhyun was going to use the belt on Zhou Mi's ass. >.> But good either way. XD
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haha I can't say I didn't think about it... but I decided it was better this way XD
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I kinda dig top Mimi, but top Kyuhyun is awesome. Loved the reactions they got from the other guys, but even better the obvious love at the end when Kyu took care of him.
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Oh. My.
Just UNF
This was insane. Insanely hot, mindblowinlgy well written. This amazing, not only the smut but their relationship you've managed translate it so well, it feels so real.
This is really really really good.
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/flails
Because everyone loves cracky smut in the morning :D
I think you melted my brain with that, so instead of randomly giving you my favorite quotes, all I can say is I loved the whole thing XD
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the hottest smut i read today.
*whoa! it seemed that I only read smut, hahaha*
anyway. don't stop writing smut.
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SKDHFBIKSEHBIAERBFILAWB THAT WAS HOLY.
damn I have this thing for spanking and just general kinkiness idek S&M \O/
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Uhmmmm if I now say yes then I'll forget about it and it'll never happen since I suck D: ...maybe? I LOVE THEM TEASING AT LEAST.(no subject)
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I read this and half an hour later I'm still giggling over the ending. SO ZHOU MI TO SAY.
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I'm glad I managed to amuse! Somehow it seemed to fit /laughs
...and your icon is kind of distracting haha
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