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paris, france
november 27, 2021.
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“Hey, don’t go overboard,” Changmin calls from the open window. His sing-songy voice dances through the cold air traveling into their toasty hotel room, bouncing off the walls tinted a burnt terracotta color from the lamps on each bedside. He half-heartedly warns Juyeon on the other side of the room, who’s pouring a generous amount of wine into two glasses.
“We don’t have schedules tomorrow,” Juyeon finishes off the second glass with a dramatic flourish that looks a bit goofy due to his large hands. He picks up the two glasses and squeezes his way into the nook where the window sits.
Not minding the slight invasion of personal space when Juyeon slots himself right up against him, Changmin continues looking out the window. He breathes in the cold nighttime breeze, “It’s nice out tonight.”
“It is. But don’t change the subject.” Juyeon nudges a glass against Changmin’s shoulder.
The latter takes it. “The subject that is…?”
“That we don’t have schedules tomorrow. You can let loose,” Juyeon takes a sip of his own drink, “For once in your life.”
“Hm…” Changmin leans his head against the windowsill to make eye contact with Juyeon. His gaze is heavy and analytic as he stares right into the dancer’s soul. But Juyeon doesn’t back down to a strong gaze.
If anything, Changmin’s seriousness has only proven to make him more playful.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks with a smirk.
“Well… about how you want me to drink enough wine that I sleep through the night.” Changmin answers.
Juyeon laughs and his eyes crinkle into the catlike eye smile he’s known for. “You found out my grand plan.”
“You’re lucky we’re in Paris, Juyeon-ah. What happens here, stays here.”
With that, Changmin gingerly sips at his glass full of red wine. His red wine that shouldn’t be as full as it is, but Juyeon always likes to test just how far he can step past the line. Even though he knows it’ll always end in him getting bitten and bruised, he still tiptoes over every imaginary boundary like a mouse sniffing for cheese.
A stupidly eager man nosing for a reaction.
“You’d think after so long, I’d be called ‘hyung’ by now,” he teases, testing the waters that are already boiling hot, “I bring your heavy suitcases into the room, and I pour your wine. Isn’t that enough to be seen as an elder?”
Changmin savors on his tongue the stinging flavor of bitter grapes and Juyeon’s sour need to be seen as someone older. Someone wise beyond his years and stronger than those who came after him— someone who Juyeon isn’t. Because Juyeon always felt like something, someone else. A brother of the same age, a best friend in the same year… Changmin never knew exactly what label to put their relationship under. But he does know that he needs more wine.
“You know what would be enough?” Changmin asks, swishing the alcohol around in his glass and letting the cold rim push past his chapped lips. He chews on the glass a moment before taking a long swig of wine.
Juyeon watches the little act. His eyes focus intently on every centimeter Changmin’s lips move around the glass, only breaking the fuzzy trance when he sees a reflection of himself on the glass. He looks tired.
“What would that be?”
The little quirk of Changmin’s lips lets Juyeon know that he’s already losing himself to the alcohol a bit. He’s always been lightweight.
“You can put some music on.”
“I have to do everything for you.”
Juyeon’s already pulling his phone out of his coat pocket. Whenever it came to Changmin, his complaints meant nothing.
“That’s what hyungs do, right?”
Juyeon’s ears heat to a twinge of red. “Y-yeah. Yeah.”
His stomach twists in anticipation and he can barely feel his fingers as they scroll through Spotify on his phone. Changmin notices the jitters in his oversized hands, it’s laughable and almost cute. How Juyeon can cross every boundary, but still get skittish when Changmin so much as tiptoes over his own. It’s obvious— he’s no different than a mischievous kitten.
Thoughts of a frolicking orange furball scratching up couch cushions and knocking over vases are interrupted when an acoustic guitar begins to flow through the chilly air. The tune is unfamiliar, but Changmin finds himself intrigued.
“What is it?” He asks, nudging his nose towards the phone.
“Yerin Baek-nim’s new album. Do you like it?”
Changmin sets down his glass of wine and turns to stick his head out the open window. His nose is cold and numb, he can barely feel the icy bite against his skin anymore. Tingles dance around his cheeks, and surely, numbness will soon envelop his entire face. He only wishes the cold got to him quicker.
“I like it,” he closes his eyes, “Do you?”
“Not sure yet. Look over here.”
“Huh-”
A camera shutter goes off, and Changmin’s entire body jolts to meet the sound the second he hears it. “What was that?!”
Juyeon hides a smile behind his phone. Playful, bordering sly, and maybe even naughty. The quirk of his lips that shapes into a subtle “W” is always such a mystery to Changmin.
“You looked cute for a minute.” He answers simply.
Changmin’s cheeks heat up a bit. He wants to say it’s because of the wine, or maybe blame it on the fact that Juyeon always takes silly photos of him while his guard is down. But he knows it’s neither.
He’s bashful when he turns back towards the view outside, “Whatever you say.”
With all of his might, he tries and pleads with himself not to let his heart spill all over the carpet of their cozy hotel room. He feels it bob in his throat with every little breath Juyeon takes, and with each second those soft exhales get an inch closer to him. The alcohol on his tongue stings despite him not having sipped at his drink for a hot minute— but now he’s really wishing he downed the last little bit like a shot of firey tequila.
“I haven’t listened to the album yet,” Juyeon admits as he shimmies beside Changmin. He doesn’t have a glass in his hand anymore, but the flush on his nose and cheeks says all he needs to know. “I thought you would want to listen to it together.”
Changmin shudders when he feels Juyeon’s hand ghost his waist. He can’t feel the cold fingers on his skin, but the sound of Juyeon brushing against his puffy jacket tingles the shells of his ears.
“Really?” He asks in a hushed whisper, but he doesn’t care about what Juyeon’s saying. His brain is twitching and buzzing the more Juyeon teases him with his hands only brushing along his sides, nothing more. He feels like he could just melt into a puddle of mush and give Juyeon a reason to go for it and grab him.
“Yeah,” Juyeon gently takes Changmin’s hip in his left hand, “It’s kind of our thing. Music…”
Changmin doesn’t answer.
“Listening to it together, I mean. Music.” Juyeon stammers.
Still no reply from Changmin.
“…More wine?”
——
Changmin can’t remember how he got onto the small couch in the middle of the room. Can’t remember how his wine glass got so empty, can’t remember how he stripped down from his layers to only a shirt and pants. Most of all, he can’t remember how he got onto Juyeon’s lap and how his tongue got into Juyeon’s mouth.
He can taste the bitter grapes on Juyeon’s tongue when they exchange copious amounts of spit- stinging and almost nauseating, but oh-so sweet. Changmin wants to continue tasting, taking, and swallowing. If he could bite into Juyeon’s tongue and take it for his own, he would sink his teeth right into the wet muscle as hard as he could. The urge to bite almost overtakes all of his senses, he wants nothing more than to feel Juyeon’s flesh with every part of his humanity. To hear his breath, see his chest rise and fall with every intake of air. Changmin wants it all to himself. The desire makes his world tilt and spin, and it’s not a great mix with the alcohol.
“You alright there, angel?” asks Juyeon in a breathless whisper, his large hands gripping Changmin’s waist to keep him from squirming and disrupting any parts that might get a mind of their own.
Angel.
Oh, the name sends Changmin’s resolve hurling towards a black hole that swallows any and all forms of reason. He knows Juyeon shouldn’t be calling him that because Juyeon knows how crazy it drives him. It’s criminally unfair that he has the audacity to use such a powerful weapon against him while they’re both under the influence of baby-making booze.
Changmin takes a steady hold of whatever sanity he has left in his fuzzy brain. He’s not sure if his hips are moving on his own and he doesn’t have the willpower to get his muscles to stop, but he hopes the little bit of reason he has in his mind will keep him from saying something that’ll raise tensions.
“Ah, ah,” he shudders when Juyeon’s hands rub up and down his sides, “I’m okay… I’m fine…”
“Good.” Juyeon starts to mouth along Changmin’s gorgeously long neck. Another unfair strategy to add to the list of grievances. At this point, he’s doing everything in his power to keep Changmin hot and bothered.
“Just breathe and stay in the moment. I’ve got you.”
The reassurance relaxes Changmin’s shoulders and encourages his hips to keep gently grinding down into Juyeon’s lap. He can’t control his body and the last little bit of his sober brain starts to slowly slip away, but Juyeon says he’s got him.
Juyeon’s got him. In his big, comforting hands that soothe his cold skin and caress his curves. Surely, when Juyeon’s got him, he can’t do anything wrong. When Juyeon’s got him, he’s taking care of his body and making sure he’s feeling nothing but all the right things.
Juyeon’s got him.
All burdens on his shoulders and worries in his stomach crumble away. His muscles turn into melted candy in Juyeon’s hands, a sticky mess of alcohol and caramel. To drip onto Juyeon’s tongue and dissolve into his body would be nothing short of a dream come true for Changmin.
“I wanna go to bed,” he manages to breathe out. Though he wants to be mindless and only worry about being taken care of, he can’t help but feel bothered by the tingling in his toes. He must’ve kicked off his socks in the haze of stumbling towards the couch, and the cold sends pins and needles poking down his feet.
Juyeon doesn’t waste a single moment, gripping Changmin’s thighs in a secure hold and rising to his feet. His lips don’t cease to leave butterfly kisses down the expanse of the little dancer’s neck, even while he’s taking careful steps toward the bed that sits in the back of the room.
Back first, Changmin is gently laid onto the plush bed. The duvet is soft, yet cold like powdered snow. The sensation tingles his spine and heightens the buzz on the tips of his fingers. Slowly, he lets himself sink into the mattress and radiates his warmth into the blanket.
“Comfortable?” Juyeon sits on his knees to take in the sight of Changmin beneath him. His hands run up and down Changmin’s shins, his right hand reaching down to envelop his left foot. It’s small in his hands, small and cold. Almost like an icicle, but he thaws the chill with the warmth from his palms. Softly, he begins to massage the icy flesh.
With hooded eyes and an apprehensive frost in the depths of his chest, Changmin watches intently as Juyeon pulls off his own shirt with his left hand. A tight black long-sleeved shirt that’s so simple but leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Outlines of Juyeon’s abs, biceps, and even his perked-up nipples present themselves proudly through the compression material.
But the outlines are seriously nothing compared to the real, bare skin beneath.
Changmin hates the winding road his drunken brain speeds down at 90 miles per hour. It’s like he’s hurling towards an enormous truck, but the only thing he can see past the blinding headlights is the sight of Juyeon’s perky nipples. Standing so pretty, like they can just be eaten like the sweetest candy. They’re so stiff that Changmin feels a little less insecure about being cold.
“C’mere,” he mutters, frantically laying his chilly hands on Juyeon’s chest. The desire to feel, to explore, and indulge himself in Juyeon— it could send him into a mania.
When Changmin’s icy hands lay flush against his pectorals, Juyeon hisses. His shoulders jolt from the shock, but he doesn’t care in the slightest because Changmin’s hands are still soft against his skin despite the rough calluses on his fingers.
But Changmin’s throat starts feeling scratchy and dry with guilt when he feels Juyeon jolt in his hands. He retracts almost immediately before he can give Juyeon any more pain. “Sorry. I just—”
“Wanted me closer,” Juyeon takes Changmin’s wrists and lays his hands right where they were before. He smiles reassuringly, his cheeks and nose blushed an adorable shade of powder pink. “I just didn’t expect you to be that cold. But it means I get to warm you up.”
A warm feeling pools in the lowest part of Changmin’s belly. It seems that with his words only, Juyeon is already thawing every inch of his body.
Including the stickiness that Juyeon is slowly creeping towards; closer, closer, and unbearably close.
His fingers trace along the waistband of Changmin’s baggy pants, teasing the belt hooks and running along the seams at the top before sneaking a finger up his shirt. And he wasn’t wrong about warming Changmin up, because his finger is just as toasty as the orange lights painting the hotel room’s walls. The melty heat makes his tummy tingle with relief, it makes him sigh despite also feeling so horribly impatient.
“Can you take them off… please,” Changmin breathes out. Pants suddenly feel disgustingly suffocating.
“Well, when you ask so nicely,” Juyeon chuckles. Again, he knows he’s teetering on the edge of a very thin rope with his teasing. But in his defense, it’s rare to see an impatient Changmin be so polite.
As to not frustrate the poor thing any further, Juyeon unzips Changmin’s pants and slips them down his legs in one fell swoop. What greets him underneath makes his pants feel a little tighter around his hips.
“You’re gorgeous.” whispers Juyeon. His heart hammers in his chest while his hands knead all the way up Changmin’s pinkening thighs, and Changmin can hear every thundering thump against Juyeon’s sternum. With every beat, a little chunk of his own uncertainty is chiseled away.
Juyeon squeezes the soft flesh one more time, gently rubbing over an old purple bruise on the inner side of Changmin’s thigh, just to savor the sweetness a little extra. As much as he’d like to drink in every last centimeter of Changmin’s legs, the buzz in his system desperately eggs him on towards stepping on the gas.
The younger dancer sucks in a breath when Juyeon spreads his legs open wider. It’s so painfully obvious that he’s been anticipating getting past their foreplay that was blissfully chaste, but seemed to stretch on for so long. With the shameful wet spot right in the center of his lilac panties, anyone with half a brain could tell he was horny past the point of no return. He just swore that he’d give Juyeon a proper gnawing once they were finished if he had even a single teasing word to say.
But Juyeon was too busy drooling at the stickiness between Changmin’s legs to think of something corny and slick to say.
He brings his hand up to the cotton panties, relishing in the softness that soothes the jumping nerves in his palms. Once he feels bold enough, he stretches his thumb down to brush against the little dip in the underwear, not even an inch above the wetness. He knows he’s hit the right spot when Changmin’s hips buck up ever so slightly; the younger gets eager so quickly.
“Don’t tease me, Juyeon. Don’t go slow,” Changmin demands.
A laugh escapes Juyeon’s wet lips. “Fine. Why don’t you take off your shirt while I take care of you?”
Changmin doesn’t need to be told twice. He quickly slips out of his white tee, even more anticipation jittering in his tummy and sending tingles rushing down to the spot Juyeon’s hand is hovering over.
When the cold air hits his chest, Juyeon simultaneously presses a thumb onto his clit. Both of the feelings paired together send a sharp shock down his spine and it settles into the back of his neck, where his nerves are set on fire. It’s barely even a touch, but he’s already salivating.
“Good job, angel.”
Juyeon starts to rub the little bundle of nerves beneath his thumb. Gently, baby steps. He was told to go fast, but he’s always cautious of the thought that it might just be the alcohol talking.
Those suspicions are confirmed when Changmin throws his head to the side and buries his nose into the sheets. Already, the pleasure is overwhelming for him.
“Fuck…” he whimpers, so quietly that it’s hard to make out whether it was a word he uttered or not.
Juyeon continues the gentle pace, he nibbles gently at the supple skin of Changmin’s thighs as he stimulates his clit. He tastes so sweet, cold, and soft like shaved ice with condensed milk on top. It makes him wish he had a mountain of bingsoo with sticky jam and whipped cream so he could compare it to Changmin’s thighs.
He’s sure his little dancer would be sweeter. The sweetest.
Changmin even sounds sickeningly sweet when he breathlessly pleads.
“No more teasing, Juyo. Take everything off. Please.”
Juyeon can never say no. Especially not to Changmin. Pleading is useless with him because he always does whatever he’s asked the first time.
With careful hands, he pulls Changmin’s panties down and revels in the thin string of slick that desperately tries to keep his panties connected to his cunt.
And because he was asked to take everything off, he pulls his pants and boxers down in one go and throws them to the side with the rest of their clothes.
Now they’re both completely naked. Skin on skin, melting into the duvet to keep cozy from the winter. Not even socks keep them away from one another, nothing interrupting them.
It feels wonderful.
“Bunny.”
Juyeon blurts abruptly, pulling the both of them out of their horny drunken gaze.
Changmin snaps his head up. “What?”
Ashamed, the older man shakes his head. His cheeks even blush even redder out of embarrassment.
“Bunny. That’s the name of the song that’s playing. It’s the one I knew I wanted to listen to with you.”
If anything could make Changmin’s pussy even wetter, it was that.
Juyeon admitting that he’d looked at the album beforehand, and picked out a song that he hadn’t even listened to, just because he wanted to wait for the perfect time to listen to it with Changmin. And out of all of those songs, it was the one track called ‘Bunny.’
Looking back on Juyeon’s attempt at being nonchalant when they were at the windowsill, it seems he was truly just eager like a puppy.
“Let’s listen to it then…” Changmin wraps his arms around Juyeon’s torso and takes lighter breaths to hear the intro of the song, “Just don’t slow down, okay?”
“Yeah…” Juyeon nods and leans down to place a kiss on Changmin’s lips.
Changmin kisses back, but his teeth sink into Juyeon’s bottom lip in surprise when he feels something warm and hard press against his folds.
Juyeon doesn’t seem to care that he just got bitten, he only continues to kiss Changmin on his sweet lips.
A whimper leaves Changmin’s mouth and gets sucked into Juyeon’s when their most sensitive parts grind against each other once more. Juyeon’s dick is long, long enough to the point where Changmin thinks the tip has finally kissed his clit, only to realize there’s more flesh rubbing against him. He’s not really sure how it’s supposed to fit inside of him, but he’ll make it work.
Oh, fuck. Juyeon’s gonna be inside him.
“Already want me to fuck you?” Juyeon whispers against his top lip. He must’ve felt Changmin violently clench around nothing.
It’s no use being bashful. With the sheer amount of wetness glistening on his cunt, Juyeon could tell how needy Changmin was with just a short glance. “Yes. Please, please just fuck me.”
Juyeon chuckles and he’s about to spit in his hand, but Changmin already beats him to it. A glob of saliva coats his smaller fingers, and he eagerly reaches down to coat Juyeon’s cock in the spit.
His hands are so wet and glide so messily around his length, he can’t do anything but groan.
He’s reveling in the warmth, wishing it would never leave him, but it ends up leaving him as quickly as it came.
When he opens his eyes, Changmin’s chest is heaving with arousal. His index and middle fingers are in a V shape over his cunt, spreading it apart to show Juyeon where his cock is supposed to go.
“C’mon. Fuck me, please.”
Juyeon bites his lip, pleased. He can’t believe his bandmate is spread out so perfectly for him, begging for him, so wet for him.
“Of course. Stay spread out, just like that.”
Changmin snakes his other hand around Juyeon’s neck and pulls him down closer. He knows he made the right choice, because when Juyeon slides into him and he moans all high pitched, Juyeon’s cock twitches and grows even harder inside of him.
And it’s a perfect fit. Changmin’s insides are perfectly molded to accommodate Juyeon’s dick, a velvety tightness to envelop his length that fills up his cunt like it was destiny.
Juyeon starts thrusting at a moderate pace after bottoming out; he stays deep inside and only pulls out halfway. There’s a feeling in his gut that tells him Changmin can’t bear feeling empty.
“Ah, fuck,” Changmin curses into Juyeon’s shoulder. He feels Juyeon kissing every inch of his satin walls, giving attention to every part of him that yearns for his bandmate. Each thrust makes him cry out, louder than he’d ever let himself be while sober.
And Juyeon doesn’t think he’s ever heard a prettier sound. His little dancer sounds so pretty moaning into his ear, his voice dancing with the wet sounds from their bodies joining together. He’s sure that after this, he’d never want to be apart. No, he wouldn’t last a day without being deep inside Changmin’s cunt.
With one particularly deep thrust, his balls slap against the bottom of Changmin’s pussy while his pelvis brushes against his clit. The younger man moans loudly into the night, arching his back ever so slightly off the bed when he feels Juyeon so deep inside of him.
“Again, please!” He cries.
But Juyeon has a better idea.
Yes, even when he’s deep inside a dreamy boy’s pussy, overwhelmed with white-hot pleasure, he still has the gall to be rambunctious.
“Like this?” Juyeon quirks an eyebrow, feigning innocence. He grabs hold of Changmin’s right ankle and throws it over his shoulder, allowing more access to his pussy. His thumb finds the small bundle of sensitive nerves once again, and he gingerly rubs at it as he pulls halfway out of the wetness.
Changmin’s eyes roll back and he feels an overwhelming amount of euphoric sensation rack through his limbs. He feels it in his toes and at the bottom of his spine when Juyeon pounds back into him, hitting a spot so deep inside that makes his jaw drop open in a silent scream. Squeaky sounds leave his throat as his walls clench around Juyeon’s cock, begging for more, pleading for more.
It feels so amazing, so toe-clenchingly good that he doesn’t think he’ll be able to get it off his mind for days.
“Hah, don’t squeeze around me so tightly…” Juyeon breathes out raggedly. He can already feel the knot in his stomach start to unravel, and his balls feel unbearably heavy as they slap against Changmin’s folds.
Changmin clenches one more time, tears starting to bead in the corners of his eyes. He doesn’t cry, he never cries, not even when he’s fucking himself for hours with his disappointing silicone dildo. But with Juyeon inside of him, pounding him and reaching all the parts of his body he could never reach, he feels so full.
But he needs more.
“Please, Juyo. Fill me. Fill me, /hyung/.”
Juyeon’s eyes squeeze shut, and he can see fireworks set off behind his eyelids.
Lines were crossed, boundaries were destroyed, and thin ice was cracked. Every unspoken agreement had been overturned, and it never felt better to break the rules.
Hot white ropes of Juyeon’s cum paint Changmin’s insides. Even when his orgasm washes over him and there’s nothing left inside of him, Juyeon continues to fuck his seed into Changmin. Even when Changmin twitches and clenches around him while he sees stars and whines as he feels every whisper of his orgasm on every part of his body.
Juyeon collapses onto Changmin, his breath tickling the dancer’s long neck. He still feels the tingles of his orgasm all over his body, but he only focuses on the warmth beneath him.
It’s comfortable like that. Without words, only basking in the afterglow of what they had both been wanting for longer than they remembered.
Neither of them cared about the consequences. Even though their boundaries that had gone unsaid were all torn down, they both agreed that rules were meant to be broken. Even if that agreement was unspoken as well.
It’s perfect that way. A comforting contradiction.
“I hate winter…” Changmin whispers, cutting the silence between the two of them. Yerin Baek still faintly plays in the ambiance, but their heavy breathing overpowers her voice.
Juyeon nuzzles his nose into Changmin’s ear. Though he’s still inside of the younger man, and pressed flush against him, he still wants to be as close as possible.
“Yeah?” He asks.
“Yes. But you kept me warm. Like you said you would.” Changmin’s voice quivers as if there was an implication behind his words that only Juyeon would understand.
And he did. He always will.
He’ll always understand.
Whether it was a quiet stroll in Seoul at 2 A.M. or a rambling session over tteokbokki, he would always understand. Even in Paris, in the winter, he still understands.
“I’ll always be here,” Juyeon whispers back, “Always.”
The burden is heavier. The days are long and the nights even longer. Changmin hates to admit it, but he feels like his back is going to break under the pressure.
But through the cold days, Juyeon is there.
“Thank you.”
And he means it. With every drop of sincerity in his heart, he means it. There’s no alcohol in the world that can keep him from being genuine with Juyeon.
“Thank you….”
Hyung.