[Super Junior] Looking For A Reason, NC-17, Smut, QMi

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OKAY. EVERY SINGLE SONG ON SJM'S MINI-ALBUM IS LIKE SEX TO MY EARS. I seriously cannot pick a favorite. In celebration, I wrote smut, because, fuck, QMi should get smut, like. All the time. Based off these pictures myiuchan has been lovely enough to link me to.

Also, I kind of have a kink for everything about Zhou Mi ever Zhou Mi's ring. It probably means nothing but god, it is still sexy.

Looking For A Reason
Super Junior (M), Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, NC-17, 1040 words
Kyuhyun's just looking for an excuse for sex. Zhou Mi lets him get away with it.


Looking For A Reason
by meiface

"Those," Kyuhyun remarked, "are some fucking ugly pants."

Zhou Mi looked at the smirk on his face and just grinned in response. "I like them," he responded cheerfully, hooking his thumbs in the beltloops of the black-and-white checkered pants. He leaned back slightly, cocking a hip, and watched Kyuhyun's gaze flicker lower.

The smirk had faded slightly; Kyuhyun looked slightly preoccupied.

"Heechul-hyung likes them too," Zhou Mi added, even though it was obvious Kyuhyun wasn't even listening.

"We should," Kyuhyun said, distracted, "get back inside." He licked his lips and when his eyes met Zhou Mi's again, they were dark. "You need to take off those pants as soon as possible." He cleared his throat and grabbed Zhou Mi's arm, pushing him back up the stairs, their slippers flapping against the steps. "They're hideous."

Zhou Mi just grinned, smug.

***

They collided against the door with a painful thump, all angles as Zhou Mi's shoulder blades pressed into the unforgiving door and Kyuhyun, nothing but pale skin and bones, sharp elbows and hard knees, pressed against Zhou Mi.

He was still catching his breath as Kyuhyun got a firm grip on his scalp, fingers threading through his hair, and fitted their mouths together. Kyuhyun's tongue delved deep into his mouth, purposeful and insistent; he knew exactly what he wanted, curling hot against Zhou Mi's tongue with a moan.

Zhou Mi went weak-kneed under the onslaught, kissing back hard. His hands fell to Kyuhyun's sharp hips, tugging him closer until Zhou Mi's thigh slid firm between Kyuhyun's. Desire flared through him as he felt Kyuhyun hot and hard against him.

"Kui Xian," he said against Kyuhyun's mouth. "I'm still wearing these pants."

Kyuhyun pulled back to glare at him.

"Why are you like this," he asked, and then he laughed helplessly as Zhou Mi giggled at him. His eyes were dancing as he dropped his hands to the waistband of those awful pants, fingers deft against the button and zip.

"Why are these so tight," he groaned as he struggled to peel them off Zhou Mi's thighs, Zhou Mi wriggling helpfully against the door.

"Why are you..." Kyuhyun trailed off and swallowed hard. The laughter faded from his eyes as he edged the pants down and got a good look at all that skin under those pants. Zhou Mi hadn't been wearing underwear.

"Oh," moaned Zhou Mi as Kyuhyun's knuckles brushed against his half-hard cock. He head thumped hard against the door, eyes squeezed shut as heat sparked in his belly. His hips arched instinctively toward Kyuhyun, as if begging wordlessly.

Kyuhyun traced his fingers along his hipbones, slipping downward along the crease of his leg. Zhou Mi whimpered low in his throat as Kyuhyun trailed those fingers along his balls, up the underside of his cock, tensing under that light touch.

"Please," he gasped, pushing into Kyuhyun's hand. "Kui Xian."

Kyuhyun leaned in and kissed him hard, rougher than before, with less finesse. Zhou Mi could go along with that, feeling desperation running through his own veins. He coaxed a low moan from Kyuhyun with his tongue and teeth, hands scrabbling at Kyuhyun's loose track pants. Thank god for whoever invented elastic bands, he thought dimly, as he delved one hand beneath two layers of fabric.

He nearly got bitten for his trouble as Kyuhyun jerked. "Cocktease," he gasped, and Zhou Mi smiled into the curve of his neck.

"I learned from the best," he purred happily, and rubbed his thumb agonizingly slowly across the slit of Kyuhyun's cock.

Kyuhyun's moan was heady and broken.

He let his palm slide, sweaty, from Kyuhyun's skin as Kyuhyun murmured in protest. Zhou Mi kissed him again in compensation, and then tugged his pants and boxers down in one go.

Thank god for elastic bands and private hotel rooms, he thought. Kyuhyun shuddered, fingers tightening around him, and then had his mouth right up against Zhou Mi's ear. His voice was low and commanding, dark.

"Get out of those pants."

He thrust teasingly up against him, just one brief slide of damp, hard cocks against each other, and then pulling away. Zhou Mi groaned and Kyuhyun grinned at him, stepping out of the puddle of pants and boxers on the floor. He backed up toward the bed.

"They're awful," he said, as he spread himself out over the sheets.

Zhou Mi found himself nodding, frantically pushing down his own pants and stripping off his black jacket. At this point, he thought wildly, anything that kept him from all the planes and angles of Kyuhyun's body were beyond awful. They were practically criminal.

He liked the way Kyuhyun's mouth parted slightly, eyes dilating, as he finally approached the bed, naked.

"Hi," he said with a grin, and sank into the heat of the waiting embrace.

***

At one point, between the heavy panting and the scraping of teeth against skin, Kyuhyun got it into his head to suck two of Zhou Mi's fingers into his pretty little mouth. His tongue traced over the heated metal of Zhou Mi's ring as he sucked, letting those fingers fuck his mouth.

Zhou Mi nearly came right then.

Instead, he pressed Kyuhyun flat into the mattress and rutted desperately against his thigh.

Thank god for elastic bands and private hotel rooms, and fuck whoever thought it would be a great idea to provide condoms but no lube.

When Zhou Mi came, he came hard, stars dancing in his vision and Kyuhyun's hoarse voice in his ears. His stomach was slick and sticky with Kyuhyun's come, and Kyuhyun's fingers were wet with his as he pulled Zhou Mi along to completion.

"Zhou Mi," he'd whispered, low and sweet as Zhou Mi shook and trembled and collapsed onto him, spent.

***

"Those are still ugly pants," Kyuhyun said afterwards, curled into him warmly.

Zhou Mi smiled widely and said nothing. Kyuhyun narrowed his eyes suspiciously at him, lifting his head slightly to do so.

"What?"

He tickled Kyuhyun's side. "They got me laid, didn't they?" he sang.

Smug was evidently a good look on him. Kyuhyun elbowed him in feigned annoyance and then rolled on top of him, eyes hooded. Zhou Mi willingly lost himself in the kiss.




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Started/Finished: 2009.09.23