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Changmin and Yunho get married.
“For the last goddamn time, stop fidgeting!” Jaejoong shouted, his fingers pulling at your bow tie in random directions, trying beyond all odds to get it to sit strait against your thick neck.
Yet as much as you loved Jaejoong, and as much as you wanted to get dressed, looking around for Changmin was the number one priority.
Once again, you craned your neck, trying to get a glimpse of the door leading to Changmin's closed off dressing room, Jaejoong's hand promptly flinging your head back to face the front.
“If you don't stop turning and fidgeting I will kick you in the nuts so hard there will be no honeymoon night.” he whispered with a hiss, his dark rimmed glasses perched low on his pert nose.
“Sorry Jae.” you grumbled, sighing and giving up in any hope of seeing your finance before the ceremony. “I just, I haven't seen Min all day long...I'm nervous.”
Jaejoong smiled, his face softening as his fingers stilled on the still crooked bow tie, “I understand why you're nervous, you're getting married to a man.”
A kick to the shin made Jaejoong bend over in pain and you smile triumphantly as the door to Changmin's room opened, Junsu walking elegantly out in his black suit and tie.
“He's ready in there.” he stated, stepping slowly closer to where Jaejoong was slightly limping. “Why is he limping?” His palm gesturing toward his former band-mate.
“Because Mr. Blushing Bride felt it necessary to kick me.” Jaejoong whined as he hobbled over to a nearby plush chair, pulling up his pant leg to rub at the skin exposed.
Rolling your eyes you replied, “Only because you were being a dick....and choking me with this fucking bow tie.”
“Who cares about the bow tie, just take it off, you look better without it anyways.” Junsu replied, coming behind to unravel the long white sash from around your neck.
“How's Changmin?” you asked, face excited at the thought of your lover.
Jaejoong laughed and replied sarcastically, “No, he's in there with Yoochun buck-fucking naked.”
Glaring was not the only thing you wanted to do, yet it would have to suffice until the end of the ceremony, “Ahaha, so funny...why are you my best friend again?”
You were sure if looks could kill, Jaejoong's would be leaving blood stains on your white lapel.
“In all honesty Yunho...” Jaejoong continued, his face serious and still, “I couldn't be more happy for you and Changmin. You're my best friends, and all I could ever want is your happiness.”
He nodded as you turned to the mirror, unbuttoning the top two buttons of your white dress shirt, the caramel skin of your neck and shoulders slightly revealed.
“How do I look?” you asked to no one in-particular, eying your reflection.
“Amazing.” Changmin said, his back leaning against the open door to his side of the building.
You turned quickly as you heard your lover's voice, surprised at the quiet intrusion.
“You don't look too bad either.” you said, though it was an intense understatement.
You couldn't believe how handsome Changmin was in his own black suit, from his jacket to his socks, everything was black, except for a dark, blood red tie. His chocolate brunette hair had been cut short, but the bangs still hung low in front of his honey brown orbs, surrounded all by his dark tan skin, sinful as Adam in the garden of eden.
“I do clean up quite nice eh?” he teased, popping the collar of his jacket, strolling ever so effortlessly towards your standing form in the corner of the room.
Wrapping his arms around your neck, he craned up, his lips crashing wantonly against yours in a battle of overwhelming lust and power.
“You know, if you two keep this up there won't be a wedding.” Yoochun trilled as he cautiously opened the door to the next room, leaning over the rusted handle of the white wood.
Reluctantly, you pulled away, running your thumb over Changmin's now puffy red lips, “See you at the altar?”
Changmin nodded and walked himself back into the conjoining room, not breaking eye-contact until the door shut quietly behind him.
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“Just take it off!” Changmin shouted, slamming his head back against the wall of their apartment doorway, his hands struggling to undo the tie around his neck.
His legs had already wrapped themselves around your wide hips as his back rested against the wall, his pants undone and his penis hard.
The tie flew across the dark entrance way, the red no longer visible in the dim light from the security lamp as it landed in a far corner.
Your hips thrusted against Changmin's, humping your own already prominent erection against his in a mock imitation of what you both really craved.
Sliding your hands down the white washed wall, you smoothed them down Changmin's dark black shirt, unbuttoning the white pearls as you went.
You gasped as Changmin's muscular tan chest was finally exposed, eyes raking hungrily over the sight as if it was the first encounter all over again.
You licked your lips, the muscle already plump and puffy from previous kisses, “God I want you.”
Changmin smiled seductively, rubbing his hips harder against yours, “I know you do.” he whispered, “Put me down.”
You looked up, surprise combining with pent up lust, “What?”
Changmin leaned in, his lips softly caressing yours, “Follow me.”
Deciding to take the bait, you slowly dropped Changmin's feet to the floor, watching as his black shirt fell to cover a little more of the delicious skin you so wanted to taste.
The floor creaked as Changmin made his way through the entrance way to the living room, peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor.
You felt the air constrict in your lungs as Changmin's pants also fell slowly to the ground, kicked away by bare feet to slide, helplessly forgotten, just like the boxers that went with them.
Changmin turned around, and you groaned as his body came into view.
The tall man standing near the other side of the couch, his nude body illuminated by the soft blue light of the city through the curtains in the living room, the silver chain around his neck glistening diamond against his dark mocha skin. His hair had been ruffled from their previous actions, the once slick ends now framing his face, disheveled and sexy, while his erection stood tall and proud, pre-cum pearling at the red head.
Your mouth had gone dry.
Changmin chuckled seductively, “I've been thinking about you all day.”
You swallowed and smiled awkwardly as you began unbuttoning your white shirt, “Really now?”
Changmin nodded, his right hand coming up behind his neck, the muscles in his arm rippling deliciously, “Only you...how wonderfully sexy you looked in your sleek suit.” his eyes glimmered, the shoots of light sending shivers down your spine, “When we walked down the aisle all I could think about was how much I wanted you.”
You lost all coherent thought as your lover slid his left hand down to wrap steady around his turgid erection.
“How much I needed you, touching me, kissing me...” Changmin whispered, “Making love to me.”
The groan that escaped your throat sounded more animal than human as you started to walk slowly towards Changmin's position, unbuckling the belt holding your black suit pants around your defined hips.
Changmin pumped his cock in time with your footsteps, your bare feet padding softly ever nearer, your lover's warmth a needed embrace.
To you it seemed you were walking towards Changmin for the first time, your eyes virgin to the real beauty of your husband until now, your almond orbs frozen in their wide and selfish position.
You couldn't blink, lest the vision in front of you disappear, rove out of your intimate reach, melt from between your fingers like slick, black oil.
Pants still unbuckled but not unbuttoned, you finally neared close enough to where Changmin could feel your warm, sweet breath upon his panting lips as he sucked in deep, passion filled gasps of air.
You didn't say anything, just met Changmin's eyes with your own, feeding your lover the desire and lust through your swimming brown irises, touch only an afterthought.
Changmin groaned, a slow, deep vibration through his chest as you stared, you knew he wanted to feel skin upon skin, needing the physical touch, not the mental image.
Pulling upon his cock, Changmin sighed, “Please touch me.”
You shook your head, an evil glint popping behind your eyelids, “I want to watch you.”
Stepping back, you slowly dragged your now open pants down your thighs and over your hard erection, boxers following in quick succession to the floor.
You were only a few feet away but it seemed like miles as Changmin watched you stand there, naked and open in the living room, his cock growing harder just by roaming his eyes over his your strong, lithe physic.
You knew you were done for.
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CHANGMIN'S POV
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His wonderfully tussled brown hair, shinning in the dim light from behind the filmy curtains, his strong shoulders leading to even stronger defined arms, the muscles wrapping oh-so elegantly around hard, white bone. His skin shimmered with a faint gleam of sweat, the caramel tan color flowing like liquid sugar over his smooth pecks and rippling six-pack down to his wondrously red and erect penis, soft black hairs curling around it's base looking inviting and naughty. Yunho's large leg muscles seemed to twitch nervously under your intense gaze, the want to move, yet the need to remain where he was fighting underneath his silky skin.
He was sexual.
He was raw.
He was all his.
Oh how you wanted him.
It was an aching desire, a pleading wanton need that you knew had always been there, alight in the pit of your stomach, waiting to be satisfied.
It consumed you, engulfed you in red flames that flickered and trickled through your pulsing veins and singed your already thumping heart.
Your legs shook with anticipation as you felt a sense of euphoria rush to your brain and back to your groin, blood thick with impatience and appetite, a mirror of Yunho's steady, emotion-filled eyes.
“Oh Yunho....Yun....” you groaned and panted, your breath coming in unsteady, rhythmic-less intakes and gasps as you continuously pulled and rubbed your purpling cock.
You could tell it took all of Yunho's strength not to move just that little bit forward and clutch you, his husband, to his chest, open your legs and pound roughly into your begging opening.
You figured you looked so wanton, so unbearably steaming and all you were doing was staring, staring right into Yunho's very soul, your wet and slick hands squelching along the length of your dick.
“Shit...” Yunho sighed, his fingers itching to cling around his own raging erection, “God Min...”
Your eyes shone wet and hazy, lips red and swollen, begging to be kissed as you tilted your head upwards, your long expanse of smooth neck now visible to Yunho's harsh gaze.
Not able to hold back, Yunho pushed himself forward, grabbing your side and hauling you up against your heated body, reveling in the smooth slide of skin on skin.
You moaned in appreciation and approval as your cock ran along the soft bumps of Yunho's hipbone, pre-cum dragging along the caramel skin, white pearl against dark tan.
Long, strong fingers delved into your hair, twining their soft lengths into short tufts, pulling your head back so nimble lips could descend upon yours.
Your mouths moved in tandem, tongues dancing and discovering every taste, every slip, and every slide, spit sticky and sweet along the plump expanses of your lips and chins.
You felt Yunho pull back, running his hand down to yours still wrapped limply around your turgid penis, no longer moving as your brain had been somewhat occupied.
“What do you want?” you asked, confused as your hand was held rigidly between Yunho's own five fingers.
“Like I said...” Yunho began, leading you to the couch, “I want to watch you.”
You eyed Yunho suspiciously as he sat down upon the couch, bringing his knees together and opening his arms, vaguely reminding you of a rocking chair.
He looked inviting yet somewhat silly.
You stifled a giggle.
Digging his hand underneath the couch cushions, Yunho pulled out the tube of lube you both always kept there, popping the cap and smearing a healthy glob down the length of his raging cock.
You watched with greedy eyes as Yunho's hands smoothed the glistening liquid around his girth, his fingers teasing at his pubic hair and smearing the extra lube across his lower stomach.
Words seemed to be lost as you straddled Yunho's greasy thighs, rubbing your cock against his lightly before moving up closer, hands clinging to his shaking shoulders.
You knew what he wanted before he had the chance to say it, your shivering legs lowering down over his crotch, sinking your slicked opening down over Yunho's heavy cock.
He gasped as your puckered entrance warmed up over his length, smirking in satisfaction at once again throwing your lover far off his planned course.
“Holy shit...Changmin...oh...” he grunted, fingers digging into your hips.
“You said you wanted to watch me.” you whispered, watching as his eyes fell low to where your groins dutifully met. “So watch me.”
Lifting your hips and tilting your back, you spread your legs, exposing where Yunho's cock disappeared into your clenching ass.
Pushing yourself up you sank back down, Yunho's eyes never leaving the entrance to your body as you rode upon his lap, moaning as pleasure shot up through your nerves.
Your breath came in burning harsh pants through your throat, slaps of skin and sweaty embraces the only sounds echoing through the partially empty living room.
He felt wonderful as he slid in and out of your pliant body, his eyes open and unwavering in their shimmering liquid brown, his tongue coming out to lick his ruby red lips.
Not able to hold yourself up any longer you fell forward onto Yunho's chest, wrapping your deadening arms around his sturdy neck and running your tongue over the pulse beneath his chin.
He leaned into your warmth, his hands gently massaging your hips and lower back as quick breathy moans trembled into your ear.
You could feel his thick cock pumping in and out of your sphincter, the lube spilling and spurting down and around your slippery crack.
Yunho continued to watch you, seemingly enamored by your consistent up and down motion upon his lap, his hips thrusting up to meet yours in quick succession.
All too soon, the rush of euphoria and blinding light came hurtling into your vision, stars bursting behind your eyelids and searing heat engulfing your throbbing groin as Yunho continued to hit your sensitive insides.
You closed your eyes as your heated seed began to fall upon your chest and drizzle into your already sticky pubic hair, a loud moan escaping from between your lips.
Grabbing your neck and bringing your down for a loving kiss, you almost missed Yunho's whisper of, “I love you....oh god, I love you.” as he came, spurting his own warmth into your clenching passage.
You sighed, your arms heavy and weighted against Yunho's sagging shoulders, “Well that was fast.”
The sound of Yunho's glittering chuckle, “Sorry, couldn't help it.”
You nodded against the crook of his neck, “Understandable.”
Giggling as he lightly smacked your butt, you stood from your straddled position upon his legs, wincing as your entrance was vacated.
Cum tickled down your thigh as you turned to grab a towel from a nearby closet, “Today was nice wasn't it?”
He smiled as you handed him a navy blue towel, “It was, I was really happy with how everything turned out.”
“Husband....” you whispered, watching as Yunho cleared a smattering of liquid from his chest, the action seeming commonplace and no longer embarrassing as you had once thought.
Though you didn't want to know where or how the fluid got there, you still had an idea of why.
You chuckled at your own thoughts, as the towel was handed to you for the same intent and purpose.
“Yep, husband...” Yunho repeated, the word hanging happily in the air, “Sounds...kind of weird actually.”
You looked up, “Weird?”
“Not a bad kind of weird,” Yunho explained, “More like...we aren't legally married by law, so it seems a little odd that I should call you husband.”
“Then don't call me husband.” you replied, throwing the towel to sit on the floor, “I don't care what you call me as long as it makes sense.”
“Oh so then I can't call you 'Pippy Longstockings' or anything?” He asked with a smirk.
You felt like hitting him.
“Call me that and you'll wake up shaved.”
He doubled up, covering his package with a resistant hand, “Hey now!”
Laughter trilled through your chest as you twined your legs around his, laying back against the fluffy couch that ironically had been a wedding present from Junsu.
“I am really happy.” Yunho announced randomly as his hands gently ran up and down your lower legs tickling slightly.
You smiled, “I know...” you came in for a quick, loving kiss, “So am I.”
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The smell of fresh coffee hit you even before your eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight filtering in through the bedroom's open windows, a soft, warm spring breeze fluttering softly over your tingling and sensitized skin.
You sat up slowly, your naked body half covered by one thin white sheet laying precariously across your flaccid groin.
“Ah you're awake!” Yunho's voice chimed from across the room, his quick steps halted as he reached his side of the bed opposite yours. “Welcome to the land of the living.”
You nodded, words and speech seeming heavy and oily on your tongue in your waking state, “Yes...wow, its....its so nice outside.”
Yunho chuckled, “Its about 1pm.”
Your eyes shot wide, “Fuck really!” A small laugh left from between your lips, a smile cascading over your still sleepy features, “Well it's a good thing it's Saturday.”
You heard Yunho take a sip from the mug he had been holding, quickly setting it down on his bedside table so he could climb into bed to sit carefully next to you.
As you finally turned to look at him full on, you noticed his legs and chest were bare, his only clothing being the boxers from the night before.
He looked fucking wonderful.
“How come you always look so damn delicious this early in the morning?” you asked, running an absent hand down his chest, fingers trailing down his sternum and over his rippling abs.
Yunho sighed, “I think your eyes are playing tricks on you.”
You shook your head, “No no, I am pretty sure this analysis holds true.”
Yunho smiled, his lips looking soft and inviting as you leaned in for a long good morning kiss, the flavor of coffee and a hint of morning toothpaste caressing over your taste buds.
“I have a proposition for you.” Yunho said as you both finally pulled away from each other's lips, saliva and cherry red adorning your mouths, “How about we stay in all weekend.”
It was hard not to just say yes, “And why would we do that?”
A lustful glint sparkled through Yunho's chocolate eyes, “Because all I can think about right now, is how much I want to make love to you all...weekend....long.” he groaned, leaning in and trailing sloppy yet warm kisses up and down your sensitive neck, “I want to fuck you on every available surface in this house.”
You chuckled deep in your throat, your voice coming out harsh and panting, “I won't be able to walk on Monday...”
Yunho's kisses faltered slightly as he laughed, his warm breath coming in puffs against your neck, “Fuck you have a point.”
His smile tickled against your skin while his laugh continued to ripple through his throat.
A sigh, “Well then maybe....maybe...” he paused, clearing his throat and pulling up to look into your jovial eyes, “Maybe we can switch it up...just a little.”
Confusion swashed your senses, “What....switch...you mean?”
Yunho nodded, his brilliant white teeth biting down on his full and pouty lower lip as you pondered what he had just stated.
You felt your cheeks start to blush crimson and your cock start to rise as realization of what he was offering hit you like a bullet train off its tracks.
“You...” you smiled and figured you looked like a kid in a candy store, “You'd let me do that?”
“Well, that is...” Yunho seemed nervous, hands wringing above the legs now straddling yours, “If you want to...”
You nodded, your hands clinging ever harder onto Yunho's warming biceps, “Yeah, yeah...yeah I'd like to.”
Relief seemed to wash over Yunho's form, his shoulders dropping as if a weight had been lifted, “Okay....” he chuckled, a faint blush of his own creeping slowly around his cheeks, “What a weird honeymoon conversation.”
A snort fell from your lips as laughter washed out the nervous tension, “Well it was nice of you to offer anyways.”
Yunho smiled once again and you decidedly rolled him over, laying him on his back, your legs straddling in echo of where he was just seconds before.
His erection strained through his boxers, you could feel it against your spreading buttocks as his eyes roved over your aroused and naked body.
“So....” you paused, leaning down inches away from your husband's willing lips, “When should we start?”
FIN
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