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thundersquall for accompanying me throughout this entire arduous and ridiculous process and coley_merrin for reassuring me that I didn't accidentally start writing in Chinese after too many long hours spent reading Chinese Qmi fics to the point where, while writing this, my vocabulary started coming out first in Chinese before I spent ten long minutes struggling to find the right word in English. (It was "impatiently", by the way. orz) Thanks also to hyperballad for her help in the summary.
(once we had eternity) tonight I have you
Super Junior (M), Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, NC-17, 3480 words
Sometimes drinking leads to excellent life decisions. Or, in which Zhou Mi reveals what they used to jack Kyuhyun off.
They didn't celebrate SJM's comeback in any significant way until they were well past a month into comeback activities. The packed schedules just didn't allow for it. Six weeks in, they finally had a few days off to catch their breath, and that was when the managers broke out the alcohol. Never let it be said the managers didn't know how to facilitate a good time.
"A toast," said one of the managers, smirking.
"A party!" said Henry, giving Donghae a high five.
"Will there be wine?" said Sungmin hopefully, and of course there was, because their managers knew them well. Wine and soju and beer and baijiu, which Donghae carefully avoided after shooting a betrayed look at Siwon.
And because they were true to themselves, the night inevitably led to drinking games. Ten people sprawled in the cramped shared quarters of their rented apartment, piled on the couch and on the floor around the coffee table packed with bottles. Of the ten of them, members and managers, only Hyukjae was sober. He shook his head at the bouts of raucous laughter and shouting from the others; every drinking night was an exercise in long-suffering weariness.
"Yah, this is just-- This isn't fair!" exclaimed Siwon, pointing a wavering finger at Zhou Mi as he leaned heavily into the manager sitting at his side.
"Drink up, Siwon!" Zhou Mi said cheerfully. "Your punishment!"
It wasn't that Zhou Mi or Kyuhyun or Ryeowook were particularly good at the games, but rather that even when they lost, they still held their alcohol better than the rest. "We should know better than this by now," moaned Sungmin, and it was true, but it helped none of them when they eventually gave up the ghost and trundled off unsteadily to bed. Hyukjae propped Donghae up by the shoulders and tugged a slightly less wasted Henry with him, guiding them back to their rooms. Behind him followed Ryeowook, ever conscientious, looking after Siwon and the poor manager he'd gotten a hold of and refused to let go, because alcohol always turned him into something more akin to an octopus than a horse.
Left alone in the room with empty and half-empty bottles scattering nearly every available space, Sungmin, the other manager, Kyuhyun, and Zhou Mi blinked each other. Blearily, Sungmin struggled to his feet, bending down to grip their manager's arm to support him. "Let's go," he said, face pink.
"Ah, I'll help!" Zhou Mi scrambled to his feet, wobbling slightly as he searched for balance.
A hand closed around his wrist and yanked him back onto the couch. He yelped as he tumbled backwards and landed hard, colliding against the angles and bones of Kyuhyun's side. He turned, wide-eyed. "Kyuhyun!" he said, slightly reproachful.
Black eyes met his, a firm set of mouth. Kyuhyun was slightly flushed across his cheeks from drinking, slumped back into the couch. Zhou Mi couldn't tell if the glitter in his dark eyes was from the alcohol or from something else. His fingers were still hot and tight, unrelenting, around Zhou Mi's wrist.
Zhou Mi felt something in him hitch, a sharp bright point under the haze in his mind.
Kyuhyun didn't say anything aloud but his expression said more than enough. Stay. His thumb skated up the underside of Zhou Mi's wrist, over the paper thin skin.
"Ah," said Zhou Mi, expelling a soft breath. He looked back at Sungmin, who looked weighed down with their manager. "Sungmin-ah."
"It's fine." Sungmin smiled at him.
"Why don't we just leave you two alone," said their manager, leering at them over Sungmin's shoulder.
Zhou Mi felt himself turning red at the implication, despite the low buzz under his skin. It was something of an open secret, the two of them, nothing that was said flat out but generally accepted. Under the loosening agent of alcohol, though, tongues started wagging, eyebrows started waggling, and the jokes started coming. Zhou Mi squirmed, embarrassed, but Kyuhyun always seemed implacable. He took them all with a poker face, corners of his lips turning upward sometimes, an occasional snappy comeback, those dark, dark eyes so smug. And sometimes, like now, another rub of his thumb against the sensitive skin of Zhou Mi's wrist.
"Have fun," said their manager meaningfully as Sungmin led him down the hall.
"Be safe," said Sungmin sweetly. "Mimi. You don't know where that brat's been."
"Yah," said Kyuhyun and Sungmin's laughter floated down the hall towards them, fading as he disappeared into one of the bedrooms, manager in tow. "Tch," said Kyuhyun, looking annoyed. "That kind of hyung doesn't know what he's talking about."
But Zhou Mi wasn't listening, distracted by the knee nudging his. His body, already warm from drinking and laughing earlier, was responding to the heat of Kyuhyun pressed up against him. "You should be nicer to Sungmin-hyung," he said faintly, brain catching up from where it had lagged a few seconds prior.
Kyuhyun let go of Zhou Mi's wrist and closed the distance to his thigh, lying his palm flat and smoothing it over Zhou Mi's leg. "Why?"
Zhou Mi stared blindly at the hand on his thigh. It was getting hard to think, to be quite honest.
Fingers pressed against the inside seam of his pants, each fingertip like a hot brand. Zhou Mi's mouth went dry. It was nothing, really. Something so small. They'd done far more than this, but it had been a while, and well - with Kyuhyun, everything always made him feel like this. Every little thing was a reminder of something bigger, or a prelude to something bigger. Everything always left him weak-kneed.
It was not, Zhou Mi thought sometimes, rather sullenly, entirely fair.
"If you're going to do it, just do it," he said impatiently. Zhou Mi, he knew he was a cheerful guy, easy to get along with, but even he had a temper.
Kyuhyun just smirked at him, hand stilling. "And if I'm not going to, should I just stop?"
"Sungmin's right, you are a brat."
"A brat you seem to like."
"Who said I liked you?" said Zhou Mi irritably. But Kyuhyun's smirk had grown into a grin and Zhou Mi, who could be honest with himself, had never been able to resist a Kyuhyun who looked so delighted, whether at himself or otherwise. Shifting in his seat, Zhou Mi turned until he was leaning towards him on the couch, knees overlapping, and bent his head so his mouth was next to Kyuhyun's ear.
"Idiot," he said softly, biting off each syllable.
His lips bumped against the shell of Kyuhyun's ear and he punctuated with a flicker of tongue against the lobe.
Kyuhyun's curse was abrupt, breathless. His hand tightened on Zhou Mi's thigh, fingers digging in. "I'm not the drunk one," he said and then he was turned to Zhou Mi too, free hand coming up to grab his face. Contrary to his words, the breath against Zhou Mi's face was sour with soju and wine and baijiu Zhou Mi had wheedled him into sharing. You can't have a toast without baijiu! he'd said and so the rest of the members had reluctantly put out their glasses, while Kyuhyun's eyes had only gleamed with interest because he knew he could still outdrink them all, regardless of the type of alcohol.
Zhou Mi was tasting that baijiu now, bitter bright on his tongue. He chased it into the depths of Kyuhyun's mouth.
Brat, he thought still, because Kyuhyun was. He was, even while he moaned into Zhou Mi's mouth and bit at his lips. His hands slid away from Zhou Mi's thigh at least, creeping up underneath his shirt, tugging impatiently.
Kyuhyun was someone used to getting his way; it was the most obvious when he was kissing Zhou Mi, aggressive and demanding. Maybe he hadn't always been this way - maybe he had been accustomed to not getting what he wanted earlier in life, but Kyuhyun had grown up a lot. This Kyuhyun, the one in Zhou Mi's arms - if he wanted all of Zhou Mi, then he expected all of him.
Panting, Zhou Mi felt himself slip against the couch until he was on his back, head hitting the cushion with a thump that sent the world spinning. "Oh," he gasped, dizzy, and then found Kyuhyun sprawled half on top of him. "Oof. Can't-- breathe--"
Kyuhyun nipped at his jaw. "Don't need to breathe, dumbass."
"Cho Kyuhyun--"
Tongue following after the sharp teeth, a hot swipe that sent shudders down Zhou Mi's spine. "That's me. Can I help you?"
Zhou Mi lifted his hips as Kyuhyun adjusted his position, one thigh slipping between Zhou Mi's and edging forward. Zhou Mi bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut at the pressure. Yes. Yes, he had a few things in mind. His hands palmed over Kyuhyun's back, beneath his black t-shirt, warm from Kyuhyun's body heat. The skin was soft, smooth between gentle bumps of healed scars. Zhou Mi traced his fingers over them tenderly, a tiny part of his heart clutching every time he lingered too long on those scars and how Kyuhyun had gotten them. But Kyuhyun, who knew Zhou Mi's maudlin tendencies, was waging a efficient war in distracting him. Kyuhyun wanted Zhou Mi's attention and he was going to get it, mouth moving hot down Zhou Mi's neck, sucking wet kisses into his skin. His thigh rocked against Zhou Mi's groin, pressing his fly painfully into his erection.
"Kyuhyun," Zhou Mi said, winding his hands higher, eyes opening again to gaze at him. "Your clothes, you should--"
Kyuhyun sat back on his heels, steadying himself against Zhou Mi, and stripped his shirt over his head. His face was pink and bright, eyes dark and trained on Zhou Mi. "No, that's not my name," he said and Zhou Mi's stomach lurched.
Every time, it was like this. Every time, Zhou Mi still waited for Kyuhyun's direction. Waited until Kyuhyun wanted to hear it.
"Kuixian," he breathed and Kyuhyun's eyes glazed over.
Shirt tossed to the side, Kyuhyun pounced again, pinning Zhou Mi to the couch. He licked into his mouth, making needy little sounds that had Zhou Mi clutching him tighter.
"Kuixian, Kuixian. Please."
Kyuhyun shuddered, a full body thing. He dragged a hand up Zhou Mi's thigh, along the length of skintight black jeans. His expression was a little wild as he fumbled a hand between them, thumbing at the button at the fly, knuckles grazing Zhou Mi in a way that had him panting.
"Your stupid pants," Kyuhyun panted. "You fucking do this on purpose." He shifted down the couch, pulling away from Zhou Mi to bring a second hand to help with this pants.
"Here, I'll--" Zhou Mi couldn't seem to finish his sentences lately, but it didn't matter. He wriggled and arched, bumping his fingers against Kyuhyun's as he carefully pulled down the straining zipper and edged his jeans over his hips. As he bent his knees to peel them off the rest of the way, Kyuhyun's teeth found the edge of his hipbone, scoring across them lightly.
"Hurry up."
"Such an impatient brat," Zhou Mi said, laughter in his voice.
Kyuhyun just flashed him a wicked smile. "Yes, you are." He nosed the crease of Zhou Mi's thigh, pressed a sweet kiss there.
Zhou Mi's legs fell open of their own accord, an invitation and a plea. His pants were discarded off the side of the couch, piling haphazardly somewhere on the ground. Impatient? Yes. It wasn't like it was any surprise, after all these times; they both knew each other well. "Well, Cho Kyuhyun?" Zhou Mi asked breathlessly, eyeing the way Kyuhyun hovered, mouth a maddening inch away from Zhou Mi's cock.
It wasn't always like this. Sometimes they were frantic, pulling at clothes but too impatient to get them out of the way before reaching for each other, hands slippery with each other's come after a dizzying five minutes. Sometimes they took it slow, languorous and tender, rolling around on a shared bed in one of their hotel rooms. Sometimes it was awkward, a tangle of limbs that bumped in all the wrong places, a nip that was a little too hard, a fit of giggling that ruined the mood until Zhou Mi kissed the desire back into Kyuhyun and Kyuhyun's fingers worked slow and tight around Zhou Mi. Sometimes it was like now, teasing and fun, not quite filthy but messy all the same, a slow burn as they came together shamelessly. In their rented apartment's living room, for crying out loud.
Zhou Mi sometimes thought they made each other stupid, senseless. He carded his fingers through Kyuhyun's soft, dark hair and breathed through his nose. He wouldn't say it was a terrible thing though.
It was never the same, but it was never bad.
Kyuhyun's tongue traced circles around the head of his cock, gentle little swipes. Exploratory still: a hint of what was to come. His breath was hot and damp, and Zhou Mi felt the throb low in his belly intensify.
"Cho Kyuhyun," he said, "if you don't start taking this seriously, I'll just handle it on my own."
Kyuhyun lifted his head.
"Oh?" A condescending little smirk.
Zhou Mi bit back a grin. "What? You don't think I can? I have spent many nights well-acquainted with my hand. We're good friends." He pulled one hand out of Kyuhyun's hair and waved it around in show, then wrapped it around himself.
Kyuhyun looked interested. His gaze was sharp, intent.
"Go on, then."
Never let it be said he would back down from a challenge by Kyuhyun. Honestly, that brat was such a bad influence. Zhou Mi licked his lips and slid his hand up, then down, a gentle stroke at first. The friction made him wince even it shot another spark of heat up his spine.
Kyuhyun caught his wrist before he could get much further, a lazy smile curling across his face. Without a word, he tugged Zhou Mi's wrist free and brought it to his mouth. Zhou Mi stared dazedly as Kyuhyun dragged the flat of his tongue over Zhou Mi's palm, leaving a wet trail behind. He did it again, eyelids sinking to half mast, and then ended with a filthy little suck on Zhou Mi's fingers.
If Zhou Mi thought he was hard before--
Kyuhyun dropped Zhou Mi's hand back towards his crotch and made a little get on with it gesture.
Cao Kuixian, you will be the death of me, Zhou Mi thought desperately, wrapping his now-slick hand back around his aching cock. He tugged a few times, short little pulls that left him pumping his hips.
Kyuhyun continued gazing at him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
That red little mouth, wet and swollen, from kisses, from Zhou Mi. That mouth that had been all over him, too much and not enough. Zhou Mi swallowed hard and drove his hips upward in sharp jerks, fucking his fist. It wasn't enough, this slipshod slide against himself. Zhou Mi wanted more.
As always, Kyuhyun could read him. His eyes sparked with a dark sort of mischief. "Need a little help, Zhou Mi?" His voice was raspy and low. Zhou Mi shivered.
"Kuixian," he begged, an answer unto itself.
Kyuhyun bent down again and peeled Zhou Mi's fingers free, kitten tongue running sweet over them, tasting Zhou Mi's sweat and precome. Then he turned his head and, without ceremony, took Zhou Mi into his mouth.
His hand edged up beneath his mouth to cup Zhou Mi's balls. A whimper escaped Zhou Mi when Kyuhyun rolled them, squeezed them gently. He thrust upward frantically, helplessly, and Kyuhyun choked a little, backing off with a reproachful glint in his eyes. Zhou Mi couldn't even be sorry. If Kyuhyun were going to do that, he just wasn't playing fair.
Zhou Mi's hands landed back in Kyuhyun's hair, clenching his fingers. "Please," he said, mindless. "Please, please, Kuixian, I need--" He was babbling in Chinese now as the heat coiled tight, pushing him higher, closer.
A moment of cool air as Kyuhyun pulled off and sucked two fingers into his mouth. Zhou Mi lifted his hips and then Kyuhyun was back, a filthy wet suction on his cock as his fingers dipped low and pressed slowly into Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi moaned, long and broken, nearly a sob.
Kyuhyun curled his tongue and crooked his fingers, stroking that spot inside Zhou Mi that made sparks fly in his vision. He groaned and twisted on the couch, torn between bucking up into Kyuhyun's mouth and pushing back onto his fingers. Another helpless sound and the coil wound tighter, nearly unbearable heat. He couldn't even manage Kyuhyun's name anymore, just nonsensical broken noises, a panting mess as he fell apart in Kyuhyun's hands.
He came not two minutes later, fingernails scraping down Kyuhyun's back and heels digging into the couch cushions.
Drawing back, Kyuhyun leaned to the side, reaching an arm out to snag a tissue from the mess on the table and spat out into it. He dropped the tissue to the floor carelessly and returned his gaze to Zhou Mi, who lay trying to catch his breath, shuddering through the aftershocks. He shivered as Kyuhyun wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes burning into him.
He sat up and wrapped his fingers around the back of Kyuhyun's skull and gently tugged him forward, bringing their mouths together. Zhou Mi had never had much of a sweet tooth but it didn't mean he was any fonder of the taste of come, bitter and salty, flavored in this instance with the lingering distinct taste of baijiu. Still, there was something about tasting it in Kyuhyun's mouth - knowing it was his own - that made it infinitely more palatable.
His fingers combed through Kyuhyun's sweaty hair as their tongues tangled together.
Kyuhyun scooted forward on Zhou Mi's lap, until the erection tenting his pajama pants pressed up against Zhou Mi's stomach. "Please," he whimpered into Zhou Mi's mouth, "Zhou Mi--"
They slid their hands over Kyuhyun's cock together, slick with precome and spit, until Kyuhyun's breaths grew short. His eyes fell shut and head lolled forward, forehead meeting Zhou Mi's.
When Kyuhyun came, he did it nearly silently, face buried in Zhou Mi's shoulder. He shook in Zhou Mi's arms as he slowly came down from his high, returning dazedly to reality. Zhou Mi stroked his back and kissed him softly until he pulled back to meet his eyes.
A soft smile curved Zhou Mi's lips.
Wordlessly, Kyuhyun leaned forward to kiss him again.
Zhou Mi felt warmth seep through his bones, a contented sort of languor that had him melting back into the couch, Kyuhyun curling along his side. Whatever tipsiness from earlier had faded, burned off by the heat of sex, leaving him nearly boneless and satiated now. The low hum in his mind was pleasant.
"We should get to bed," he said.
Kyuhyun hummed, running a lazy hand down Zhou Mi's side.
Heh. Typical. Kyuhyun always got so much more compliant after sex, agreeable to the point of being nearly unrecognizable. It made something happy bubble up in Zhou Mi's chest, sweet and light.
"Let's go," he said, and rolled Kyuhyun off his lap and the couch. On unsteady feet, Kyuhyun waited for Zhou Mi to collect their wayward clothes before leaning heavily into him. "Yah, Cho Kyuhyun, what am I? Your nursemaid?" Zhou Mi laughed even as he wrapped a willing arm around Kyuhyun's waist. "I'm not carrying you to bed."
"Mmm," murmured Kyuhyun, smiling sleepily up at him.
Unable to resist another kiss, Zhou Mi ducked his head for a brief one. Then, stepping around the wreckage that were leftover bottles and cans and bits of snacks and tissues, he guided them down the hall to their empty room. They could hear the drunken snores of any number of the other members, maybe one of the managers as well.
Kyuhyun fell nearly face-first into the pillow, unconcerned as he stretched across the bed. Zhou Mi tutted under his breath but let him be. He found enough energy to scrub his own face a few times with cleanser then lotion, and brought back a damp washcloth to wipe up the idiot on the bed. When he finally pulled off the rest of his clothes, weary, and collapsed into bed beside Kyuhyun, he faintly hoped that none of the other members would bother to do more than knock on their door the next morning, otherwise they would be getting an eyeful.
The thought faded as Kyuhyun turned into him, breaths already lengthening into sleep, and curled a proprietary arm around his waist. Zhou Mi fell asleep with his lips pressed against Kyuhyun's forehead.
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Started: 2011.02.27 | Finished: 2011.03.02
Notes: My file was saved as whatwilltheyjackkyuoffwith.txt and I spent the longest time thinking of a title that wasn't "They Used His Hand". Don't you feel like you know so much more about my writing process now? /dies. And, yes, every single Qmi fic in the world that I write will always use "Kuixian" as a kink - IT IS JUST PART OF WHO I AM.
thundersquall for accompanying me throughout this entire arduous and ridiculous process and coley_merrin for reassuring me that I didn't accidentally start writing in Chinese after too many long hours spent reading Chinese Qmi fics to the point where, while writing this, my vocabulary started coming out first in Chinese before I spent ten long minutes struggling to find the right word in English. (It was "impatiently", by the way. orz) Thanks also to hyperballad for her help in the summary.(once we had eternity) tonight I have you
Super Junior (M), Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, NC-17, 3480 words
Sometimes drinking leads to excellent life decisions. Or, in which Zhou Mi reveals what they used to jack Kyuhyun off.
They didn't celebrate SJM's comeback in any significant way until they were well past a month into comeback activities. The packed schedules just didn't allow for it. Six weeks in, they finally had a few days off to catch their breath, and that was when the managers broke out the alcohol. Never let it be said the managers didn't know how to facilitate a good time.
"A toast," said one of the managers, smirking.
"A party!" said Henry, giving Donghae a high five.
"Will there be wine?" said Sungmin hopefully, and of course there was, because their managers knew them well. Wine and soju and beer and baijiu, which Donghae carefully avoided after shooting a betrayed look at Siwon.
And because they were true to themselves, the night inevitably led to drinking games. Ten people sprawled in the cramped shared quarters of their rented apartment, piled on the couch and on the floor around the coffee table packed with bottles. Of the ten of them, members and managers, only Hyukjae was sober. He shook his head at the bouts of raucous laughter and shouting from the others; every drinking night was an exercise in long-suffering weariness.
"Yah, this is just-- This isn't fair!" exclaimed Siwon, pointing a wavering finger at Zhou Mi as he leaned heavily into the manager sitting at his side.
"Drink up, Siwon!" Zhou Mi said cheerfully. "Your punishment!"
It wasn't that Zhou Mi or Kyuhyun or Ryeowook were particularly good at the games, but rather that even when they lost, they still held their alcohol better than the rest. "We should know better than this by now," moaned Sungmin, and it was true, but it helped none of them when they eventually gave up the ghost and trundled off unsteadily to bed. Hyukjae propped Donghae up by the shoulders and tugged a slightly less wasted Henry with him, guiding them back to their rooms. Behind him followed Ryeowook, ever conscientious, looking after Siwon and the poor manager he'd gotten a hold of and refused to let go, because alcohol always turned him into something more akin to an octopus than a horse.
Left alone in the room with empty and half-empty bottles scattering nearly every available space, Sungmin, the other manager, Kyuhyun, and Zhou Mi blinked each other. Blearily, Sungmin struggled to his feet, bending down to grip their manager's arm to support him. "Let's go," he said, face pink.
"Ah, I'll help!" Zhou Mi scrambled to his feet, wobbling slightly as he searched for balance.
A hand closed around his wrist and yanked him back onto the couch. He yelped as he tumbled backwards and landed hard, colliding against the angles and bones of Kyuhyun's side. He turned, wide-eyed. "Kyuhyun!" he said, slightly reproachful.
Black eyes met his, a firm set of mouth. Kyuhyun was slightly flushed across his cheeks from drinking, slumped back into the couch. Zhou Mi couldn't tell if the glitter in his dark eyes was from the alcohol or from something else. His fingers were still hot and tight, unrelenting, around Zhou Mi's wrist.
Zhou Mi felt something in him hitch, a sharp bright point under the haze in his mind.
Kyuhyun didn't say anything aloud but his expression said more than enough. Stay. His thumb skated up the underside of Zhou Mi's wrist, over the paper thin skin.
"Ah," said Zhou Mi, expelling a soft breath. He looked back at Sungmin, who looked weighed down with their manager. "Sungmin-ah."
"It's fine." Sungmin smiled at him.
"Why don't we just leave you two alone," said their manager, leering at them over Sungmin's shoulder.
Zhou Mi felt himself turning red at the implication, despite the low buzz under his skin. It was something of an open secret, the two of them, nothing that was said flat out but generally accepted. Under the loosening agent of alcohol, though, tongues started wagging, eyebrows started waggling, and the jokes started coming. Zhou Mi squirmed, embarrassed, but Kyuhyun always seemed implacable. He took them all with a poker face, corners of his lips turning upward sometimes, an occasional snappy comeback, those dark, dark eyes so smug. And sometimes, like now, another rub of his thumb against the sensitive skin of Zhou Mi's wrist.
"Have fun," said their manager meaningfully as Sungmin led him down the hall.
"Be safe," said Sungmin sweetly. "Mimi. You don't know where that brat's been."
"Yah," said Kyuhyun and Sungmin's laughter floated down the hall towards them, fading as he disappeared into one of the bedrooms, manager in tow. "Tch," said Kyuhyun, looking annoyed. "That kind of hyung doesn't know what he's talking about."
But Zhou Mi wasn't listening, distracted by the knee nudging his. His body, already warm from drinking and laughing earlier, was responding to the heat of Kyuhyun pressed up against him. "You should be nicer to Sungmin-hyung," he said faintly, brain catching up from where it had lagged a few seconds prior.
Kyuhyun let go of Zhou Mi's wrist and closed the distance to his thigh, lying his palm flat and smoothing it over Zhou Mi's leg. "Why?"
Zhou Mi stared blindly at the hand on his thigh. It was getting hard to think, to be quite honest.
Fingers pressed against the inside seam of his pants, each fingertip like a hot brand. Zhou Mi's mouth went dry. It was nothing, really. Something so small. They'd done far more than this, but it had been a while, and well - with Kyuhyun, everything always made him feel like this. Every little thing was a reminder of something bigger, or a prelude to something bigger. Everything always left him weak-kneed.
It was not, Zhou Mi thought sometimes, rather sullenly, entirely fair.
"If you're going to do it, just do it," he said impatiently. Zhou Mi, he knew he was a cheerful guy, easy to get along with, but even he had a temper.
Kyuhyun just smirked at him, hand stilling. "And if I'm not going to, should I just stop?"
"Sungmin's right, you are a brat."
"A brat you seem to like."
"Who said I liked you?" said Zhou Mi irritably. But Kyuhyun's smirk had grown into a grin and Zhou Mi, who could be honest with himself, had never been able to resist a Kyuhyun who looked so delighted, whether at himself or otherwise. Shifting in his seat, Zhou Mi turned until he was leaning towards him on the couch, knees overlapping, and bent his head so his mouth was next to Kyuhyun's ear.
"Idiot," he said softly, biting off each syllable.
His lips bumped against the shell of Kyuhyun's ear and he punctuated with a flicker of tongue against the lobe.
Kyuhyun's curse was abrupt, breathless. His hand tightened on Zhou Mi's thigh, fingers digging in. "I'm not the drunk one," he said and then he was turned to Zhou Mi too, free hand coming up to grab his face. Contrary to his words, the breath against Zhou Mi's face was sour with soju and wine and baijiu Zhou Mi had wheedled him into sharing. You can't have a toast without baijiu! he'd said and so the rest of the members had reluctantly put out their glasses, while Kyuhyun's eyes had only gleamed with interest because he knew he could still outdrink them all, regardless of the type of alcohol.
Zhou Mi was tasting that baijiu now, bitter bright on his tongue. He chased it into the depths of Kyuhyun's mouth.
Brat, he thought still, because Kyuhyun was. He was, even while he moaned into Zhou Mi's mouth and bit at his lips. His hands slid away from Zhou Mi's thigh at least, creeping up underneath his shirt, tugging impatiently.
Kyuhyun was someone used to getting his way; it was the most obvious when he was kissing Zhou Mi, aggressive and demanding. Maybe he hadn't always been this way - maybe he had been accustomed to not getting what he wanted earlier in life, but Kyuhyun had grown up a lot. This Kyuhyun, the one in Zhou Mi's arms - if he wanted all of Zhou Mi, then he expected all of him.
Panting, Zhou Mi felt himself slip against the couch until he was on his back, head hitting the cushion with a thump that sent the world spinning. "Oh," he gasped, dizzy, and then found Kyuhyun sprawled half on top of him. "Oof. Can't-- breathe--"
Kyuhyun nipped at his jaw. "Don't need to breathe, dumbass."
"Cho Kyuhyun--"
Tongue following after the sharp teeth, a hot swipe that sent shudders down Zhou Mi's spine. "That's me. Can I help you?"
Zhou Mi lifted his hips as Kyuhyun adjusted his position, one thigh slipping between Zhou Mi's and edging forward. Zhou Mi bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut at the pressure. Yes. Yes, he had a few things in mind. His hands palmed over Kyuhyun's back, beneath his black t-shirt, warm from Kyuhyun's body heat. The skin was soft, smooth between gentle bumps of healed scars. Zhou Mi traced his fingers over them tenderly, a tiny part of his heart clutching every time he lingered too long on those scars and how Kyuhyun had gotten them. But Kyuhyun, who knew Zhou Mi's maudlin tendencies, was waging a efficient war in distracting him. Kyuhyun wanted Zhou Mi's attention and he was going to get it, mouth moving hot down Zhou Mi's neck, sucking wet kisses into his skin. His thigh rocked against Zhou Mi's groin, pressing his fly painfully into his erection.
"Kyuhyun," Zhou Mi said, winding his hands higher, eyes opening again to gaze at him. "Your clothes, you should--"
Kyuhyun sat back on his heels, steadying himself against Zhou Mi, and stripped his shirt over his head. His face was pink and bright, eyes dark and trained on Zhou Mi. "No, that's not my name," he said and Zhou Mi's stomach lurched.
Every time, it was like this. Every time, Zhou Mi still waited for Kyuhyun's direction. Waited until Kyuhyun wanted to hear it.
"Kuixian," he breathed and Kyuhyun's eyes glazed over.
Shirt tossed to the side, Kyuhyun pounced again, pinning Zhou Mi to the couch. He licked into his mouth, making needy little sounds that had Zhou Mi clutching him tighter.
"Kuixian, Kuixian. Please."
Kyuhyun shuddered, a full body thing. He dragged a hand up Zhou Mi's thigh, along the length of skintight black jeans. His expression was a little wild as he fumbled a hand between them, thumbing at the button at the fly, knuckles grazing Zhou Mi in a way that had him panting.
"Your stupid pants," Kyuhyun panted. "You fucking do this on purpose." He shifted down the couch, pulling away from Zhou Mi to bring a second hand to help with this pants.
"Here, I'll--" Zhou Mi couldn't seem to finish his sentences lately, but it didn't matter. He wriggled and arched, bumping his fingers against Kyuhyun's as he carefully pulled down the straining zipper and edged his jeans over his hips. As he bent his knees to peel them off the rest of the way, Kyuhyun's teeth found the edge of his hipbone, scoring across them lightly.
"Hurry up."
"Such an impatient brat," Zhou Mi said, laughter in his voice.
Kyuhyun just flashed him a wicked smile. "Yes, you are." He nosed the crease of Zhou Mi's thigh, pressed a sweet kiss there.
Zhou Mi's legs fell open of their own accord, an invitation and a plea. His pants were discarded off the side of the couch, piling haphazardly somewhere on the ground. Impatient? Yes. It wasn't like it was any surprise, after all these times; they both knew each other well. "Well, Cho Kyuhyun?" Zhou Mi asked breathlessly, eyeing the way Kyuhyun hovered, mouth a maddening inch away from Zhou Mi's cock.
It wasn't always like this. Sometimes they were frantic, pulling at clothes but too impatient to get them out of the way before reaching for each other, hands slippery with each other's come after a dizzying five minutes. Sometimes they took it slow, languorous and tender, rolling around on a shared bed in one of their hotel rooms. Sometimes it was awkward, a tangle of limbs that bumped in all the wrong places, a nip that was a little too hard, a fit of giggling that ruined the mood until Zhou Mi kissed the desire back into Kyuhyun and Kyuhyun's fingers worked slow and tight around Zhou Mi. Sometimes it was like now, teasing and fun, not quite filthy but messy all the same, a slow burn as they came together shamelessly. In their rented apartment's living room, for crying out loud.
Zhou Mi sometimes thought they made each other stupid, senseless. He carded his fingers through Kyuhyun's soft, dark hair and breathed through his nose. He wouldn't say it was a terrible thing though.
It was never the same, but it was never bad.
Kyuhyun's tongue traced circles around the head of his cock, gentle little swipes. Exploratory still: a hint of what was to come. His breath was hot and damp, and Zhou Mi felt the throb low in his belly intensify.
"Cho Kyuhyun," he said, "if you don't start taking this seriously, I'll just handle it on my own."
Kyuhyun lifted his head.
"Oh?" A condescending little smirk.
Zhou Mi bit back a grin. "What? You don't think I can? I have spent many nights well-acquainted with my hand. We're good friends." He pulled one hand out of Kyuhyun's hair and waved it around in show, then wrapped it around himself.
Kyuhyun looked interested. His gaze was sharp, intent.
"Go on, then."
Never let it be said he would back down from a challenge by Kyuhyun. Honestly, that brat was such a bad influence. Zhou Mi licked his lips and slid his hand up, then down, a gentle stroke at first. The friction made him wince even it shot another spark of heat up his spine.
Kyuhyun caught his wrist before he could get much further, a lazy smile curling across his face. Without a word, he tugged Zhou Mi's wrist free and brought it to his mouth. Zhou Mi stared dazedly as Kyuhyun dragged the flat of his tongue over Zhou Mi's palm, leaving a wet trail behind. He did it again, eyelids sinking to half mast, and then ended with a filthy little suck on Zhou Mi's fingers.
If Zhou Mi thought he was hard before--
Kyuhyun dropped Zhou Mi's hand back towards his crotch and made a little get on with it gesture.
Cao Kuixian, you will be the death of me, Zhou Mi thought desperately, wrapping his now-slick hand back around his aching cock. He tugged a few times, short little pulls that left him pumping his hips.
Kyuhyun continued gazing at him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
That red little mouth, wet and swollen, from kisses, from Zhou Mi. That mouth that had been all over him, too much and not enough. Zhou Mi swallowed hard and drove his hips upward in sharp jerks, fucking his fist. It wasn't enough, this slipshod slide against himself. Zhou Mi wanted more.
As always, Kyuhyun could read him. His eyes sparked with a dark sort of mischief. "Need a little help, Zhou Mi?" His voice was raspy and low. Zhou Mi shivered.
"Kuixian," he begged, an answer unto itself.
Kyuhyun bent down again and peeled Zhou Mi's fingers free, kitten tongue running sweet over them, tasting Zhou Mi's sweat and precome. Then he turned his head and, without ceremony, took Zhou Mi into his mouth.
His hand edged up beneath his mouth to cup Zhou Mi's balls. A whimper escaped Zhou Mi when Kyuhyun rolled them, squeezed them gently. He thrust upward frantically, helplessly, and Kyuhyun choked a little, backing off with a reproachful glint in his eyes. Zhou Mi couldn't even be sorry. If Kyuhyun were going to do that, he just wasn't playing fair.
Zhou Mi's hands landed back in Kyuhyun's hair, clenching his fingers. "Please," he said, mindless. "Please, please, Kuixian, I need--" He was babbling in Chinese now as the heat coiled tight, pushing him higher, closer.
A moment of cool air as Kyuhyun pulled off and sucked two fingers into his mouth. Zhou Mi lifted his hips and then Kyuhyun was back, a filthy wet suction on his cock as his fingers dipped low and pressed slowly into Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi moaned, long and broken, nearly a sob.
Kyuhyun curled his tongue and crooked his fingers, stroking that spot inside Zhou Mi that made sparks fly in his vision. He groaned and twisted on the couch, torn between bucking up into Kyuhyun's mouth and pushing back onto his fingers. Another helpless sound and the coil wound tighter, nearly unbearable heat. He couldn't even manage Kyuhyun's name anymore, just nonsensical broken noises, a panting mess as he fell apart in Kyuhyun's hands.
He came not two minutes later, fingernails scraping down Kyuhyun's back and heels digging into the couch cushions.
Drawing back, Kyuhyun leaned to the side, reaching an arm out to snag a tissue from the mess on the table and spat out into it. He dropped the tissue to the floor carelessly and returned his gaze to Zhou Mi, who lay trying to catch his breath, shuddering through the aftershocks. He shivered as Kyuhyun wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes burning into him.
He sat up and wrapped his fingers around the back of Kyuhyun's skull and gently tugged him forward, bringing their mouths together. Zhou Mi had never had much of a sweet tooth but it didn't mean he was any fonder of the taste of come, bitter and salty, flavored in this instance with the lingering distinct taste of baijiu. Still, there was something about tasting it in Kyuhyun's mouth - knowing it was his own - that made it infinitely more palatable.
His fingers combed through Kyuhyun's sweaty hair as their tongues tangled together.
Kyuhyun scooted forward on Zhou Mi's lap, until the erection tenting his pajama pants pressed up against Zhou Mi's stomach. "Please," he whimpered into Zhou Mi's mouth, "Zhou Mi--"
They slid their hands over Kyuhyun's cock together, slick with precome and spit, until Kyuhyun's breaths grew short. His eyes fell shut and head lolled forward, forehead meeting Zhou Mi's.
When Kyuhyun came, he did it nearly silently, face buried in Zhou Mi's shoulder. He shook in Zhou Mi's arms as he slowly came down from his high, returning dazedly to reality. Zhou Mi stroked his back and kissed him softly until he pulled back to meet his eyes.
A soft smile curved Zhou Mi's lips.
Wordlessly, Kyuhyun leaned forward to kiss him again.
Zhou Mi felt warmth seep through his bones, a contented sort of languor that had him melting back into the couch, Kyuhyun curling along his side. Whatever tipsiness from earlier had faded, burned off by the heat of sex, leaving him nearly boneless and satiated now. The low hum in his mind was pleasant.
"We should get to bed," he said.
Kyuhyun hummed, running a lazy hand down Zhou Mi's side.
Heh. Typical. Kyuhyun always got so much more compliant after sex, agreeable to the point of being nearly unrecognizable. It made something happy bubble up in Zhou Mi's chest, sweet and light.
"Let's go," he said, and rolled Kyuhyun off his lap and the couch. On unsteady feet, Kyuhyun waited for Zhou Mi to collect their wayward clothes before leaning heavily into him. "Yah, Cho Kyuhyun, what am I? Your nursemaid?" Zhou Mi laughed even as he wrapped a willing arm around Kyuhyun's waist. "I'm not carrying you to bed."
"Mmm," murmured Kyuhyun, smiling sleepily up at him.
Unable to resist another kiss, Zhou Mi ducked his head for a brief one. Then, stepping around the wreckage that were leftover bottles and cans and bits of snacks and tissues, he guided them down the hall to their empty room. They could hear the drunken snores of any number of the other members, maybe one of the managers as well.
Kyuhyun fell nearly face-first into the pillow, unconcerned as he stretched across the bed. Zhou Mi tutted under his breath but let him be. He found enough energy to scrub his own face a few times with cleanser then lotion, and brought back a damp washcloth to wipe up the idiot on the bed. When he finally pulled off the rest of his clothes, weary, and collapsed into bed beside Kyuhyun, he faintly hoped that none of the other members would bother to do more than knock on their door the next morning, otherwise they would be getting an eyeful.
The thought faded as Kyuhyun turned into him, breaths already lengthening into sleep, and curled a proprietary arm around his waist. Zhou Mi fell asleep with his lips pressed against Kyuhyun's forehead.
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Started: 2011.02.27 | Finished: 2011.03.02
Notes: My file was saved as whatwilltheyjackkyuoffwith.txt and I spent the longest time thinking of a title that wasn't "They Used His Hand". Don't you feel like you know so much more about my writing process now? /dies. And, yes, every single Qmi fic in the world that I write will always use "Kuixian" as a kink - IT IS JUST PART OF WHO I AM.
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