Another Homin Story..
Title : HOMINTASTIC Project Part 1
Pairings : Yunho x Changmin
Genre : NC - 17
Summary : Changmin wants to give Yunho a birthday surprise
Disclaimer : Plot and story belong to http://homintastic.livejournal.com/997.html#cutid1
He finally gave up after a couple more of his major failed attempts; tossing and turning in their king size bed for the last time. He groaned loudly; slowly sitting up and trying to rub the sleep in his eyes away.
'Why of all the damn days in February,' He grunted angrily at the thought, blinking a few times. 'Did I have to get a pain in the ass major migraine, a sore fucking throat and a never going to end waterfall of running nose on the day of MY MOTHER FUCKING BIRTHDAY?!'
He coughed a couple more times and sneezed who-knows-for-how-long in a row before finally settling down and sighing. Who knew getting sick on their BIRTHDAY would be this tiresome?
CLINK! CLANK! BANG! BOOM!
“.....Changmin.....” He quietly reminded himself, crossing his fingers and chanting, praying for the sake of his just-finished-cleaning-it-out-yesterday kitchen. “.....I love him.....” He tiredly whispered. “...but please.....save our poor innocent kitchen...”
He slowly climbed out of bed and quietly made his way out of their bedroom and into the empty hallway before turning two sharp corners; passing the living room, the dining room and FINALLY entering the-all-of-a-sudden amazingly new remodeled kitchen.
'Happy Birthday, Yunho.'
He looked around and wasn't too surprise or shock when he realized how bad the kitchen was abuse. The floor, the kitchen counter, parts of the ceiling, the cabinets and walls were covered with flour, eggs and probably water or milk. The sink was stacked with all sorts of dishes and the stove and oven, oh the stove and oven FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
'Oh yeah, definitely a Yoochun idea.'
And he couldn't help but to groan loudly at that and shake his head.
The younger man immediately turned around when he heard the long, loud groan from behind him and tired to smile; dropping an egg along the way.
'Great.'
“...H-Hyung-g.....y-you're up-p...” Changmin spoke nervously and cautiously. “Did I wake you up?”
He eyed his wife from head to toe instead, ignoring the asked question, and immediately smiled, wanting to laugh at the sight before him. His wife too, was covered with flours, eggs and...sweat?! His clothes was, if not, destroyed by the many layers of powder sugar, yeast and, once again, flour.
“...H-Hyung...?” The other whispered. “.....is something wrong-g.....?”
Wanting to tease the younger man, he 'tiredly' spoke, “What in God's name are you doing, MinnieBoo?”
He smiled silently to himself; entertained at how his wife bit his bottom lip trying to come up with an excuse.
“...y-you see-e.....I-I was-s.....I was-s...”
He raised an eyebrow.
“What is it, ChangBabe? You were what?”
“....................”
“Minnie?”
“I'mtryingtomakeyouacakeforyourbirthday,today.”
And he only blinked; shocked to no end; touched to the very bottom of his heart and soul and more in love than ever before.
'So that's why he locked himself up in the guest room for 72 hours without any proper meal, sleep, or sex.' He smirked; forgetting that he is still sick, himself. 'I get it now.'
“What was that, little one?” He teased. “YunnieBear, didn't quite get it.” He lied, taking a couple of steps into the forbidden kitchen.
“Liar! How dare you lie?! You just want to tease me to no end like you usually do when you get the chance and then take that certain perfect opportunity that Fate always happens to give you when I'm mad at YOU and brainwash me with your seduction before fucking me senseless until I'm begging for mercy or for more, don't you?!” Changmin spoke rather quickly; pointing with an accusing finger. He then, immediately, turned his back towards his husband, whispering something inaudible under breath.
“Deh, ChangBabe,” He admitted with a weak smile. “But that's because you're so fuckable, so open, so defenseless and naked in those mini skirts and dresses I bought you that I couldn't help myself but to touch you, to be inside of you and make you scream my name over and over and to make you only mine again and again.”
“....................”
“.....besides...why would you make me a cake when I'm sick like this.....?” He pretended to sneeze.
'Damn you, you sickness! Where are you when I need you?!'
Changmin immediately turned back around.
“You're sick?”
In a blink of an eye, he was already in front of Yunho, checking his forehead and cheeks.
“...MinnieBoo...” Yunho tried to snuggle up against the flour covered hands; purring.
“Your cheeks are pretty hot, Hun,” Changmin declared. “Your voice seems a bit scratchy too. Have you been coughing?” He asked caressingly when the older man wrapped his arms around his waist. “I think you should go back to bed.”
The embrace tightened as Yunho pulled Changmin closer, both hands going up the flour covered mini skirt.
“Hyung!”
“Do you want to know what I'm thinking?” He smirked handsomely, squeezing the full flesh his hands came encounter with. “Do you want to know what I want?”
“H-Hyung! Stop! You'll get you're clothes dirty!” Changmin yelped; feeling the hands on his buttocks heightened north.
“Wrong answer, ChangBabe,” He whispered closely into the other's ear; surprised when his wife didn't have anything on underneath. “But you have a very interesting and, also, the right answer under here.”
He immediately retrieved his hands and without a second thought threw his arms around his wife and lifted him up bridal style.
“Hyung! What are you doing?! I need to start making and baking your cake!”
“.....I miss you too, Changmin ah.....” He whispered seductively. “.....I miss you too.....”
“Yunho ah!”
“.....it's been too long since I've heard you scream my name, little one.....”
'…..strange.....I feel better already.....'
He smiled eagerly.
'Why of all the damn days in February,' He grunted angrily at the thought, blinking a few times. 'Did I have to get a pain in the ass major migraine, a sore fucking throat and a never going to end waterfall of running nose on the day of MY MOTHER FUCKING BIRTHDAY?!'
He coughed a couple more times and sneezed who-knows-for-how-long in a row before finally settling down and sighing. Who knew getting sick on their BIRTHDAY would be this tiresome?
CLINK! CLANK! BANG! BOOM!
“.....Changmin.....” He quietly reminded himself, crossing his fingers and chanting, praying for the sake of his just-finished-cleaning-it-out-yesterday kitchen. “.....I love him.....” He tiredly whispered. “...but please.....save our poor innocent kitchen...”
He slowly climbed out of bed and quietly made his way out of their bedroom and into the empty hallway before turning two sharp corners; passing the living room, the dining room and FINALLY entering the-all-of-a-sudden amazingly new remodeled kitchen.
'Happy Birthday, Yunho.'
He looked around and wasn't too surprise or shock when he realized how bad the kitchen was abuse. The floor, the kitchen counter, parts of the ceiling, the cabinets and walls were covered with flour, eggs and probably water or milk. The sink was stacked with all sorts of dishes and the stove and oven, oh the stove and oven FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
'Oh yeah, definitely a Yoochun idea.'
And he couldn't help but to groan loudly at that and shake his head.
The younger man immediately turned around when he heard the long, loud groan from behind him and tired to smile; dropping an egg along the way.
'Great.'
“...H-Hyung-g.....y-you're up-p...” Changmin spoke nervously and cautiously. “Did I wake you up?”
He eyed his wife from head to toe instead, ignoring the asked question, and immediately smiled, wanting to laugh at the sight before him. His wife too, was covered with flours, eggs and...sweat?! His clothes was, if not, destroyed by the many layers of powder sugar, yeast and, once again, flour.
“...H-Hyung...?” The other whispered. “.....is something wrong-g.....?”
Wanting to tease the younger man, he 'tiredly' spoke, “What in God's name are you doing, MinnieBoo?”
He smiled silently to himself; entertained at how his wife bit his bottom lip trying to come up with an excuse.
“...y-you see-e.....I-I was-s.....I was-s...”
He raised an eyebrow.
“What is it, ChangBabe? You were what?”
“....................”
“Minnie?”
“I'mtryingtomakeyouacakeforyourbirthday,today.”
And he only blinked; shocked to no end; touched to the very bottom of his heart and soul and more in love than ever before.
'So that's why he locked himself up in the guest room for 72 hours without any proper meal, sleep, or sex.' He smirked; forgetting that he is still sick, himself. 'I get it now.'
“What was that, little one?” He teased. “YunnieBear, didn't quite get it.” He lied, taking a couple of steps into the forbidden kitchen.
“Liar! How dare you lie?! You just want to tease me to no end like you usually do when you get the chance and then take that certain perfect opportunity that Fate always happens to give you when I'm mad at YOU and brainwash me with your seduction before fucking me senseless until I'm begging for mercy or for more, don't you?!” Changmin spoke rather quickly; pointing with an accusing finger. He then, immediately, turned his back towards his husband, whispering something inaudible under breath.
“Deh, ChangBabe,” He admitted with a weak smile. “But that's because you're so fuckable, so open, so defenseless and naked in those mini skirts and dresses I bought you that I couldn't help myself but to touch you, to be inside of you and make you scream my name over and over and to make you only mine again and again.”
“....................”
“.....besides...why would you make me a cake when I'm sick like this.....?” He pretended to sneeze.
'Damn you, you sickness! Where are you when I need you?!'
Changmin immediately turned back around.
“You're sick?”
In a blink of an eye, he was already in front of Yunho, checking his forehead and cheeks.
“...MinnieBoo...” Yunho tried to snuggle up against the flour covered hands; purring.
“Your cheeks are pretty hot, Hun,” Changmin declared. “Your voice seems a bit scratchy too. Have you been coughing?” He asked caressingly when the older man wrapped his arms around his waist. “I think you should go back to bed.”
The embrace tightened as Yunho pulled Changmin closer, both hands going up the flour covered mini skirt.
“Hyung!”
“Do you want to know what I'm thinking?” He smirked handsomely, squeezing the full flesh his hands came encounter with. “Do you want to know what I want?”
“H-Hyung! Stop! You'll get you're clothes dirty!” Changmin yelped; feeling the hands on his buttocks heightened north.
“Wrong answer, ChangBabe,” He whispered closely into the other's ear; surprised when his wife didn't have anything on underneath. “But you have a very interesting and, also, the right answer under here.”
He immediately retrieved his hands and without a second thought threw his arms around his wife and lifted him up bridal style.
“Hyung! What are you doing?! I need to start making and baking your cake!”
“.....I miss you too, Changmin ah.....” He whispered seductively. “.....I miss you too.....”
“Yunho ah!”
“.....it's been too long since I've heard you scream my name, little one.....”
'…..strange.....I feel better already.....'
He smiled eagerly.
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