When Changmin part II

Title : When Changmin tried to seduce Yunho
Author : Thea (purplehaze_33) @ http://purplehaze-33.livejournal.com/25824.html

Pairing : Yunho x Changmin, Homin
Genre : NC-17, crack+lemon.

Ahem.

When Changmin tried to seduce Yunho by wearing tight, black jeans for dance rehearsal-

Being the youngest in the group certainly has its advantages, just in case you’re feeling rather frustrated about being the youngest sibling in the family. No worries, Shim Changmin will give you a full one-on-one tutorial (and get your mind out of the gutter, it was not meant like that) on how to turn on the aegyo with your hyungs (and turn it off when not needed as well).

Now, now, girls, don’t get this all wrong, okay? Shim Changmin is straight. He just thinks Yunho has got the sexiest face when he’s touching himself (Changmin was definitely not eavesdropping or looking for that matter, he just happens to know that Yunho likes red, scented candles.)

Ahem.

The point of all this fucking reasoning is just to tell you straight out. Changmin does not give a flying fuck about what Jung Yunho thinks about him. So when he comes out from the shower, it is perfectly coincidental that Yunho happens to be in the same room when he drops the towel and pulls on his night pants. They are both guys, nothing the other hasn’t seen really, after all.

There is nothing unusual about dropping his pants in front of Yunho (more than usual and enjoying his hyung’s flustered, hot face). His hyung is just way too adorable when blushing (and no, Changmin is definitely not a sucker for cuteness).

So when his hyung drags him off after practice and yanks him into one of the cubicles in the men’s washroom, Changmin smirks and preens inwardly.

Changmin: 1, Yunho: 0

His brain nearly short circuits when Yunho pushes him against the wall and leans in with a dark, dangerous, seductive look, breathing ragged and harsh.

“So,” Yunho muses, running pretty, slender fingers up his chest. “I’m not like, the best at sucking cock or something, but would you let me experiment on yours?”

Changmin whimpers.

Changmin: 1, Yunho: 1

“Oh,” Yunho breathes on his lips and Changmin catches the smell of mint chewing gum on his breath. “Would you like me to use my hand? But I really want to fuck you too. This is so confusing, Min-ah. Would you like to help me out here, please?”

This is rather annoying for the maknae. After all, being the spoilt baby for so long, it only makes sense that Yunho should be moaning his name while he fucks him, rough and hard, smirking at his hyung when he comes a little too fast-

No, he has not been dreaming about Leader-shii fucking him senseless for five yea-

Ahem.

But Yunho (the sneaky bastard) has turned the fucking tables on him and now his jeans are getting uncomfortably tight, the lewd talk is (so not) turning him on and shitshitshit-

Changmin: 1, Yunho: 2

“I want you to fuck me stupid,” Changmin growls impatiently, good lord, why the hell did he wear these unbearably tight jeans, (he is definitely not wet; his jeans are just creating some friction). “What the hell are you doing, Yunho?”

The leader smirks and unbuttons his shirt slowly. Fingers slip in and caress the hard muscles, thumbs roll the nipples gently and a soft kiss is placed on his neck. By now, Changmin is arching his neck, eyes rolling as he gasps (he is not hard, no, this is not turning him on, soon he is going to push Yunho and pull his pants-)

“What did you want me to do again?” Yunho asks him, tilting his head sideways, an innocently curious look on his face. “I would love to rip those jeans off your sexy legs and suck your cock, Min-ah. But then, how would you practice?”

One long finger runs down his chest, playing with his navel and makes its slow, tortuous descent to the bulge concealed by those damnably, tight jeans. The finger traces his erection and Yunho’s mouth drops open in a soft, surprised ‘Oh’, ostentatiously surprised. Then strong fingers are palming Changmin’s aching length, stroking gently and nonsensical moans fill the men’s room.

Changmin: 1, Yunho: 200, 000,000,000,000

Quite suddenly, the maknae is flipped and his face meets the wall (oh hello there, do you mind terribly if I cum on you? Well, I would if he’d just allow me to take off these fucking pants, the bastard). And then something hard is pressing up against his ass, rubbing up and down, hot breath on his neck, wet warmth on his neck and-

Changmin: 1, Yunho: 200, 000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

“We’re going to go home in fifteen minutes, Min,” Yunho whispers, low and dirty in his ear. “Then I am going to make Joongie take the other two out for dinner. Then I am going to fuck you on every available surface at home. You are going to be so sore tomorrow. Would you like that, Min?”

Changmin whimpers, sated and exhausted. “Yunho, please.”

A soft, wet kiss is placed on the back of his neck and he lets out a long, shuddering breath, shivering involuntarily with excitement and anticipation.

-he lost rather miserably because Yunho made him cum like a hormonal teenager in said jeans without even fucking his brains out.