Up Against the Wall

Title: Up Against the Wall
Author: sum3r
Pairing: HoMin
Rating: Hard R / NC-17

Warnings: Kinks, plugs and walls (Oh my!)
Disclaimer : story belongs to sum3r @ http://sum3r.livejournal.com/24783.html#cutid1
Summary: Yunho slowly pushes away until there's some space in between them, narrows his gaze down and waits for Changmin, like he fucking owns him.

Up Against the Wall

It feels weird…to say the least.

Changmin feels it whenever he sits down, or gets up, or whenever he laughs at Junsu’s jokes, body tilting, shoulders shaking, or when he’s waiting for the interview to start, or when he moves, really. It’s a constant pressure, alien, but then again, not so.

It fills him up, and with every move it twists and hits just so, and fuck, Changmin knows he’s been leaking ever since he slid it in, dripping with lube and hard and unyielding into his ass. He tries to fake it off, tried to pretend that there’s nothing, laughing when he’s supposed to laugh, moving with ease, dancing with ease and it’s probably one of the hardest things he’s ever done, hands down.

And if that’s not enough, he’s been getting these looks, half-lidded and filled with dark promises and he’s whimpering, he knows, as he even tries to think about it, whimpers and cut-off moans permanently attached to the back of his throat. It stretches him like he can’t even begin to believe, and he’s doing good he thinks, been doing good the entire day, but the show’s about to end and the interviewers are refusing to leave and he wants to leave, to leave and pull it out and forget about it, but he can’t, he can’t.

He’s trying to breathe now, air drawn tightly from his nostrils down to the tips of his toes, and his smile is just about to crack when she leans closer to him. There’s a pause as the rest of the band members stiffen, and then out of the corner of his eyes the younger man can see him stiffen; can see the set shoulders and the grim line of his mouth and his hands, his hands, drawn tight into fists.

Changmin can smell her perfume, an overdose of what might have been sweet, but now makes him want to gag slightly over the essence of chemicals and fake flowers. He feels hot wherever she doesn’t touch him and cold where she lays down her arm, and he nods as she tells him the model design she came up with, and continues to nod to every word she says.

He balances his weight on one foot, and then the other, and jerks slightly when it pushes itself deeper inside of him, shuddering and giving off a surprised gasp as lube drips down into his boxers. It’s warm, he thinks desperately, his eyes widening by the second, warm and he really, really needs to leave.

“Excuse me,” he cuts across her mindless chatter, and winces slightly because his own voice sounds foreign to him, sounds strained and desperate and worried. “I have somewhere I need to go…band members and everything…” and he makes some weird hand motions to emphasize his point and she nods, understanding.

“Of course, you guys are probably busier than the president himself,” she says with a smile, and he thinks she’s nice, and she is, but something’s burning inside of him, hot and heavy and slick and wet. “I’ll talk to your manager and he’ll put the details through. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

She slides out her hand and Changmin looks at it for a second before reciprocating, and he knows, he knows that she lingered her hand on his purposefully. His stomach rolls and his chest swells and it’s ready to burst out of him, this thing, but he gives her a tight smile before turning around on his heels and walking aimlessly outside, pushing past set directors and make up artists and bustles of clothes.

He slides into the van without hesitation, and squirms slightly in the backseat with every bump, every turn the car makes. He glances up in one particular jerk and notices his eyes in the mirror, dark, and narrowed, and angry—Changmin turns away, swallowing, focusing on breathing right, deep breaths in and out; in and out.

It’s stifling in the car, with even the air pulsing with this heat of theirs and the electricity between them is so intensifying that Changmin can feel goosebumps on his skin. He shivers in the car.

He’s the first one out, pushing aside everyone, and running, running, into the house, pushing open doors and practically taking two stairs at a time, and he’s right behind him, right after him. Changmin doesn’t know what he’s running away from, or who he’s running to, but he reaches the bedroom door only a split second ahead and doesn’t even bother to close the door fully.

SLAM.

And the next thing he knows, he’s being slammed up against the wall, wood meeting his back with a definite slap and he’s being lifted, fucking lifted, by Yunho’s hands. The older man slides a knee in between Changmin’s legs and holds his arms up with one hand, grip bruising against Changmin’s wrists.

“—And what the fuck do you think you were doing Minnie-ah?” Yunho’s voice is tight and laced with anger, an octave lower than normal, and this shouldn’t be turning Changmin on, it shouldn’t, but Yunho’s pushing all of Changmin’s buttons and he’s feeling himself harden at the very thought of what might happen.

“I-I…” Yunho leans forward and kisses him, steals his voice and rubs his tongue against Changmin’s lips before pushing in, tongue wet and hot inside his mouth. It makes Changmin moan, his hands pushing against Yunho’s as the older man sucks, and bites and licks, mouth swollen when Yunho finally breaks away, swollen with saliva sliding down and mewls of protest.

“I said no. No to every bitch who comes in a ten mile radius and lays a hand on you, expecting something. No. You’re not some mindless whore to be handed around business and I’m letting them do that. Not now, not ever.” Changmin tries to say something in return, something along the lines of I’m not, I wouldn’t, don’t care what the industry wants, but that requires him to speak, and he’s not sure if can do that right now.

Yunho slides his hand down from Changmin’s wrists to his hips, holding them and pushing up, until Changmin’s feet are dangling, inches from the ground, and the older man is carrying most of his weight. It’s crazy because Changmin isn’t one to be manhandled; he’s 187 centimeters of muscle thank you very much, but Yunho’s holding him up like he’s no big deal, like it’s easy, and Changmin can’t help but groan, his body pliant and submissive and in tune to whatever Yunho does.

Or maybe it’s just because Yunho drives him crazy.

Yunho nuzzles against Changmin’s cheek, nipping slightly at his jaw before dropping down to his neck and sucking, skin caught between his teeth and biting it, licking afterwards with his tongue lapping around the bite as Changmin holds onto his arms. He whimpers slightly as he feels the muscle jump underneath his hands, biceps pushing against the warmth of his palm as sweat drips down.

The younger man leans forward and forces his lips to work, his mouth too dry and whispers into his ear, “I wore i-it, all—all day,” as Yunho stills automatically.

He lifts his head from the younger man’s neck and when Changmin meets his eyes, they’re fucked wide, pupils dilated in a hazy daze, dark and slanted with insatiable lust.

“Show me,” he says, growling near Changmin’s ear and he shivers, heart beating erratically. Fuck, his voice alone could make come, Changmin thinks, but his body’s already following the order. Yunho slowly pushes away until there’s some space in between them, narrows his gaze down and waits for Changmin, like he fucking owns him.

The sound of his zipper is unnaturally loud in the now silenced room and Changmin’s blushing, heat spreading across his cheeks and to the tips of his ears as he slowly pulls down his pants, lets Yunho throw them away along with his shirt, until all he’s wearing is his boxers.

He can see it, Changmin thinks, and his blush intensifies, because it really is embarrassing and he doesn’t know what he’ll think since—Oh.  

Yunho peels away his boxers, dripping with lube and slides them down, his whole body frozen as he sees the plug inside Changmin, sees it inside, wet and lube-y and fuck. Yunho breathes, his body in the verge of coming, and when Changmin looks at him, slightly scared, slightly defiant, he crashes his mouth against his.

The kiss is hard and hot as before, but there’s more Yunho in it, more Yunho everywhere, as the older man crowds into Changmin’s space as if he belongs there (and he does, he does, Changmin thinks). He mumbles words into Changmin’s mouth, nips and bites his lips until they’re red and swollen and when his fingers trace around the opening, the younger man yelps, pushing back, but forward when he realizes he’s got nowhere to go.

“So hot, so fucking hot—the way you’re so wet and open around it, could take anything huh? Could take my cock right now too, wrap your legs around and fucking beg as you fuck yourself down on my cock…” Changmin moans when he hears Yunho’s voice wash over him, an open mouth, eyes closed, half-whine moan that pushes out from the back of his throat.

His body doesn’t know to push down or push away as Yunho traces the plug with his finger and then slowly slides one in, until he can feel the rubber inside. Changmin gasps, which drawls out into a sexy whine as Yunho slides his finger in and out, fucking the younger man gently with the plug still inside him.

It’s a stretch, but the burn feels so good, and Changmin’s hips roll down with his finger, matching thrust for thrust, as his back rubs red against the wall. Yunho leans forward until his mouth is near Changmin’s ear and growls low, “God, you feel so tight,” his voice a hot breath as Changmin tries to pull himself together.

It’s getting to be too much, with Yunho’s fingers, and his mouth and the plug—he’s so hard it hurts, and God, he wants to come, wants to come so badly, but there’s not enough friction and Yunho is going so slow with his finger, so fucking slow.

“Yunho,” and the voice rips out of him, hoarse and broken and it takes him a second to realize it’s his voice, “fuck me already.”

But rather than complying, Yunho chuckles, chuckles, dark and sounding like pure sin that Changmin shudders and pushes against his chest, scrambling to get his shirt off. He wants skin to skin, and wants it now, wants to feel Yunho’s chest brush against his, his arms warm around his waist. He rips open his buttons in frustration and slides the shirt off until all he can feel is the press of his pants against his thighs.

“Patience is a virtue, Minnie-ah,” mocks Yunho, and Changmin tries to say fuck patience, but Yunho presses forward until he’s being blanketed by his body and then reaches down to slide out the plug, the younger gasping and squirming as he feels it leaving him. His thighs leave traces of the lube as Yunho takes it out and as he lifts it up to show him, Changmin moans a little, body heating up.

“Big, but not as big as my cock. It probably filled you up though, made you feel it every moment of the day. Don’t worry baby, that’s exactly what’s going to happen now. Gonna fill you up with my cock, fill you until you can’t take it, you can’t even crawl, then put you down and do it all over again.” Changmin tries not to show how hot the idea makes him feel, but he knows he’s not fooling anyone and instead, eyes widening, opens his mouth.

Yunho sucks in a breath, hands bruising as he slides the plug inside Changmin’s mouth and sees him take all of it, watches him wrap his lips around the base. It tastes weird, Changmin thinks, warm and with the flavor of plain lube, but he hallows his cheeks anyway, sucks and wraps his tongue around the base, short licks and small thrusts. Before he can even do further, though, Yunho rips it from his mouth and he hears it crash to the floor, hears it, but it takes a second for everything to register.

Changmin whimpers slightly, a choked off whimper, and when he lifts his half-lidded eyes he feels a jolt of heat as he looks at Yunho, fully looks at him. The older man’s panting slightly, voice low and eyes dark, with sweat sliding down his body and swollen lips. It gives Changmin a sense of pleasure, of pride that he reduced their leader, their perfectly tailored, considerate of everything and everyone, and slightly sporadic leader to this. It makes his heart clench and his body burn and—

Yeah, Changmin thinks, he’s pretty much screwed.

He tries to push futilely against Yunho’s weight, but he’s like the goddamn fucking wall itself, so Changmin merely holds on for the ride. He stays still as Yunho hoists him up, tries to relax as he feels Yunho’s fingers around his opening and then jerks up, gasping as his body arches when Yunho slides in two fingers. He pushes them to the knuckle and spreads them wide, feeling them squish against the lube still inside, dripping down Changmin’s thigh and making him speak into nonsense syllables and random words.

“Yunho—please, oh God, please, please—Can’t…you don’t even—I-I,” And he can’t even control it, can’t even do anything about it, but Yunho merely shushes him, a wet finger on his mouth, and whispers filth in his ear, dirty hot promises and words of possession that brand onto his skin.

“Don’t share, don’t know what she was thinking—show the world if I want to, you were mine fucking first,” and Changmin’s so strung out he doesn’t even shudder when Yunho slides in the third finger, fucking Changmin slowly with shallow thrusts. He takes it, slides down his hips and rolls with it, wanting the inevitable and waiting, waiting.

“Please,” his voice is a wreck now, too strung out and high-pitched, but he needs to say to it, “Please Yunho.”

And there’s a pause as Yunho’s eyes focus on him, only him, and go even darker. Then, sliding out his fingers with a slick pop, the older man pushes down his pants and boxers, his cock hard and red as he pulls it out.

Changmin licks his bottom lip, pushing it in between his teeth and letting it go as his mouth waters at the sight, body aching to feel the hard cock slide inside his mouth, feel it push at the back of his throat, the smell and thickness of it overbearing.

Yunho notices it, gaze zeroing into the subtle movement, and spreads Changmin’s legs wider, forcing the younger man to push back at the wall and grip harder on his arms. “Take it like this, won’t you? Spread your legs for me and up against the wall like a cockslut I know you are—I’ll make you suck me next time, make you open your mouth and take me as much as you can, come all over that pretty face of yours, grip that hair—”

Yunho grabs Chaingmin’s hair, silky strands trapped in his fist as he jerks his head up. It takes a second’s notice as Yunho nudges Changmin’s legs and slides in, straight to the hilt, as he bites down hard on his neck, skin breaking underneath his mouth.

Changmin keens, low in his throat and tucks his legs together behind Yunho’s back to hold himself up as the older man slides out and pushes back in and God, so much bigger and fuck, it feels so good—gonna come, gonna— He nearly screams when Yunho sinks in even deeper, fucking screwing him, and its so dirty, so hot, and all he can do is break out into breathy gasps.

Yunho lets go of Changmin’s long hair, and slides his hands to the younger man’s waist, to his hips as he presses the v of his fly onto Changmin’s thighs, leaving marks the younger man knows will last for days. He leans forward, mouth to ear as Changmin flattens himself to the wall and lowers his eyelashes, the world silent as they both stay still.

“Like this Minnie-ah, like this,” and Yunho holds down his hips as he pushes in, cock hard and thick as it sinks inside, and this time Changmin does scream, loud as he feels it inside of him, unyielding and burning as it pushes against his walls and he can even feel it up to his goddamn fucking throat.

He wraps his arms around his shoulders and leans forward until his face is buried in his neck, whimpering and shaking and keening as Yunho slides out and thrusts back in, cock pulsating and alive, pushing against his spot and making him nearly blacken out as it fucks him. His eyes open as he feels Yunho’s hand on his dick, eyes dazed and blown wide as the older man jacks him, fingers hard and rough and applying the right amount of friction as each thrust of his cock shakes and pierces his body.

“So good Minnie-ah, so good,” Yunho says, voice rich and deep, but Changmin doesn’t hear it, doesn’t hear anything but the slick thrusts in and out of his body; doesn’t feel anything but the brush and burn of Yunho’s cock as it settles inside and it won’t leave he knows (not now, not ever). He’s been half-hard all day, with the plug inside him from the morning, and knows he won’t last long, won’t last with Yunho’s cock pushing his spot every fucking time.

When he comes, he doesn’t just come, he fucking explodes over Yunho’s hand, spurts and spurts of come all over his hand and their chests, coating it with hot come. He sinks in Yunho’s hold, boneless and fucked out as the older man’s thrusts become erratic, hard and frantic, and with one final thrust, he comes inside of him, filling him up with his come as it drips down, lube and come all over his thighs and down Yunho’s cock.

One of Yunho’s hand spans Changmin’s back as the other curls around his long hair, gentle as he picks the younger man up and carries him over to the bed. He lays him down slowly, head pillowed and body sinking into the sheets as Changmin tries to control his body. His breathing is irregular, his heart pounding as sweat slides down, and he’s blackening out, he knows, and won’t be able to stay conscious for much longer.

He hisses when he feels the cool cloth, shudders as Yunho cleanses him, eyes heavy lidded as he watches the older man settle in between his legs and rub a finger inside of him, a heavy look in his eyes as it comes out with his come.

Changmin mumbles something, but Yunho merely stretches out next to him, pants scratchy against his skin, and pushes him flush against his chest, arm sliding around his waist as he kisses his temple and breath a good night against his lips.

Fin.