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Secret Meeting
Pairings: YooMin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boyxboy, mature content.
Summary: Pretty much PWP, Yoochun meets Changmin in the bathroom while filming on the same location.
A/N: A small, quickly-written, un-edited gift for my friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
namelesshachi . Enjoy bb ♥
“And Cut! Let’s take a break, 10 minutes.”
Changmin hastily took his phone out of his pocket and pressed the keys at an ungodly speed. He closed his phone after pressing the send button and, brushing by a girl trying to touch up his make-up, he crossed the studio in a few long strides, closing the door behind him.
Yoochun knew Changmin was filming next door. The thought made him anxious and turned his scenes into absolute rubbish that had to be repeated continuously. His head was not in it and the director noticed. He got a couple of reprimands for his lousy acting that day before the director decided they better film the scenes without him before and let him calm down.
He was sitting on a set chair, nervously glancing towards the wall in vain hopes of seeing through the material into the adjacent room. The vibration from his phone in his pants brought him back to reality. To say he was expecting that text wouldn’t have been a total lie.
Meet me in the bathroom. You have two minutes.
Yoochun practically jumped out of the chair, knocking it backwards in his haste to stand up. The people surrounding him turned around at the noise but Yoochun paid no attention to them as he approached the director.
“Hyung, I’m not feeling very well, do you mind if I go to the bathroom?” Yoochun said, faking a sick look and clutching his stomach.
The director gave him a look and ushered him away with the promise he would go home or return to do a better job than he had been doing up to then.
Yoochun almost skipped all the way to the door if it wasn’t for the fact that he still had to fake his slow steps and sickly expression.
Changmin tapped his foot against the white tiles of the bathroom floor. The place was deserted and the thumping of his foot was echoing against the walls of the lone room.
When the door opened he held his breath, hoping it was not someone other than his ex-band member but when he saw the distinguishable figure of his hyung he relaxed, letting out the breath he was holding in an annoyed sigh.
“You’re a minute late,” he announced.
Yoochun merely grinned at him and put the lock on the bathroom door.
“The minute it takes from a text to get from one phone to the other,” he replied.
Before any of them could notice, they were holding each other in a tight embrace, the maknae’s lips latching themselves to the other singer’s.
“I…missed you…Min,” Yoochun whispered between kisses.
“I know. It’s been too long,” Changmin nibbled on Yoochun’s lower lip, turning the soft flesh a dark red color and coaxing a moan from Yoochun’s mouth, making the other man step closer to his tall form, an erection made obvious against his thigh.
The two lovers kissed fiercely until air became a necessity and only parted for a few seconds before linking their lips again. Changmin’s swift fingers traced Yoochun’s belly and hips under his shirt. The soft but sensual caress made Yoochun mewl, a noise that went directly to Changmin’s groin.
Yoochun tried to regain his breath after tearing himself away from the searing kiss and Changmin marveled at the sight that was the other man. His hair and clothes were disheveled and his lips kiss-bruised while his pupils were blown with lust. With a growl he pushed the shorter man against the sink and buried his face on the crook of his neck, lapping and biting at the skin there. Yoochun’s skin was salty with sweat and bitter with make-up but he did not care.
Yoochun threaded his fingers through Changmin’s hair, holding his head in place and breathing heavily through the pleasure. His hands only left Changmin’s hair to go lower towards his shirt buttons and started unbuttoning the first few ones. Changmin tore his mouth away from Yoochun’s skin with a questioning look on his eyes.
Yoochun shot him a reassuring look and smiled.
“Fuck me, Min.”
That was all the command Changmin needed before grabbing Yoochun’s thighs and sitting him on top of the sink. While he was undoing Yoochun’s belt the latter went for his shirt buttons again but he slapped his hand away.
“No time,” he muttered.
Yoochun shrugged and undid Changmin’s pants as well, hand fishing inside of his boxers for the stiff member already leaking pre-cum.
Changmin groaned as Yoochun’s skilled fingers wrapped around him and started pumping. He made a quick job of yanking the older man’s pants down because, having time or not, he was not going to last much.
“I don’t have…” he started to say but Yoochun beat him to it.
“Don’t care, hurry,” Yoochun said, wrapping his legs around Changmin’s torso and pulling him against him.
Changmin closed his eyes as his erection brushed against Yoochun’s. He desperately wanted to rub against the other but there was no time for that. He did not want to hurt Yoochun so he put two fingers against Yoochun’s lips.
“Suck,” he instructed.
Yoochun made an erotic show of shoving each finger inside his mouth and generously coating each one in saliva, making Changmin wish they had more time for him to burrow himself in that warm, skillful mouth.
Changmin circled Yoochun’s pink entrance with a finger before plunging the digit deep inside him. He watched Yoochun’s face scrunch up at the intrusion and relax moments later after which he pushed another finger inside.
He took his fingers out almost all the way before shoving them back inside, finger-fucking Yoochun while fisting his erection and moving his hand up and down the hardened flesh.
Yoochun moaned wantonly before tightening his legs around Changmin.
“Enough. I want to feel you in me,” he whispered.
Changmin took out his fingers and spat on his hand, rubbing saliva around his hardened cock. He pressed his member against Yoochun’s hole, watching Yoochun’s face twist in barely concealed pain as the head went inside.
Changmin kissed Yoochun wanting to distract his lover from the pain as he pushed in the rest of the way.
They stood like that for a moment, recollecting wits and breaths. Changmin started moving in slow and shallow thrusts, if only to turn his lover’s pain into pleasure.
Yoochun’s face slowly turned from a grimace to an open-mouthed pleasure expression. He banged his head against the mirror when Changmin began thrusting inside him faster, trying desperately to find that spot inside of him that made him forget his own name. When he finally did, Yoochun’s arms almost slipped from around Changmin’s shoulders and he bit down on his lip as not to let both filming crews know about their love-making.
“I wish I could hear you scream,” Changmin said when he noticed Yoochun holding back on making too much noise.
“Mmm, move faster,” Yoochun said, barely catching Changmin’s words in his pleasure-induced haze.
Changmin chuckled and kissed Yoochun deeply at the same time he increased the speed of his movements. He felt his orgasm coiling through his body and pooling inside his belly ready to explode. He grabbed Yoochun’s erection and stroked it fast just as his thrusts lost their rhythm in the desperation to find release.
Yoochun’s back arched as he came between them and when cum splattered against his chest Changmin was grateful Yoochun decided to unbutton his shirt.
A couple more thrusts and Changmin was shooting his load inside Yoochun. He stayed inside the other man until the last waves of his orgasm faded from his body, Yoochun’s arms tightly wrapped around his panting form.
After cleaning each other up with paper towels and straightening their clothes they kissed languidly, a poor substitute for the after-coital cuddling they engaged in before the lawsuit.
“We should do this more often,” Yoochun joked as he tried to get his hair close to its previous state without success.
“But in a bed,” added Changmin.
His shirt caught a drop of come and he was trying to wipe it out with a wet paper towel. He gave up and decided the stain would not show with his jacket on. He turned to Yoochun and kissed him once more time; tearing himself from those sinful lips he wanted to kiss forever but could not.
“Call me?” Yoochun asked when they parted.
Changmin nodded; both knew it would be a long time before they saw each other again with both their groups drowned in busy schedules.
The jingling of the door knob made them jump in horror before they remembered the door was locked.
“Hello? Anyone in there? Changmin-ssi, are you in there?” a voice asked.
“Yeah, coming,” replied Changmin.
“Hurry, the filming should’ve started a while ago. Everyone is looking for you,” the voice said again. Yoochun guessed it was a member from the filming crew of Come to Play.
“Go,” Yoochun said, softly pushing Changmin towards to door.
Changmin stole one last kiss from Yoochun’s mouth before motioning him to hide in one of the stalls.
Yoochun waited until he heard the door close behind Changmin before coming out from the stall. Taking a look at himself in the mirror he sighed and practiced his best apologetic smile.
The make-up noona would have to do more than touch up his make-up that day.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boyxboy, mature content.
Summary: Pretty much PWP, Yoochun meets Changmin in the bathroom while filming on the same location.
A/N: A small, quickly-written, un-edited gift for my friend
namelesshachi . Enjoy bb ♥“And Cut! Let’s take a break, 10 minutes.”
Changmin hastily took his phone out of his pocket and pressed the keys at an ungodly speed. He closed his phone after pressing the send button and, brushing by a girl trying to touch up his make-up, he crossed the studio in a few long strides, closing the door behind him.
Yoochun knew Changmin was filming next door. The thought made him anxious and turned his scenes into absolute rubbish that had to be repeated continuously. His head was not in it and the director noticed. He got a couple of reprimands for his lousy acting that day before the director decided they better film the scenes without him before and let him calm down.
He was sitting on a set chair, nervously glancing towards the wall in vain hopes of seeing through the material into the adjacent room. The vibration from his phone in his pants brought him back to reality. To say he was expecting that text wouldn’t have been a total lie.
Meet me in the bathroom. You have two minutes.
Yoochun practically jumped out of the chair, knocking it backwards in his haste to stand up. The people surrounding him turned around at the noise but Yoochun paid no attention to them as he approached the director.
“Hyung, I’m not feeling very well, do you mind if I go to the bathroom?” Yoochun said, faking a sick look and clutching his stomach.
The director gave him a look and ushered him away with the promise he would go home or return to do a better job than he had been doing up to then.
Yoochun almost skipped all the way to the door if it wasn’t for the fact that he still had to fake his slow steps and sickly expression.
Changmin tapped his foot against the white tiles of the bathroom floor. The place was deserted and the thumping of his foot was echoing against the walls of the lone room.
When the door opened he held his breath, hoping it was not someone other than his ex-band member but when he saw the distinguishable figure of his hyung he relaxed, letting out the breath he was holding in an annoyed sigh.
“You’re a minute late,” he announced.
Yoochun merely grinned at him and put the lock on the bathroom door.
“The minute it takes from a text to get from one phone to the other,” he replied.
Before any of them could notice, they were holding each other in a tight embrace, the maknae’s lips latching themselves to the other singer’s.
“I…missed you…Min,” Yoochun whispered between kisses.
“I know. It’s been too long,” Changmin nibbled on Yoochun’s lower lip, turning the soft flesh a dark red color and coaxing a moan from Yoochun’s mouth, making the other man step closer to his tall form, an erection made obvious against his thigh.
The two lovers kissed fiercely until air became a necessity and only parted for a few seconds before linking their lips again. Changmin’s swift fingers traced Yoochun’s belly and hips under his shirt. The soft but sensual caress made Yoochun mewl, a noise that went directly to Changmin’s groin.
Yoochun tried to regain his breath after tearing himself away from the searing kiss and Changmin marveled at the sight that was the other man. His hair and clothes were disheveled and his lips kiss-bruised while his pupils were blown with lust. With a growl he pushed the shorter man against the sink and buried his face on the crook of his neck, lapping and biting at the skin there. Yoochun’s skin was salty with sweat and bitter with make-up but he did not care.
Yoochun threaded his fingers through Changmin’s hair, holding his head in place and breathing heavily through the pleasure. His hands only left Changmin’s hair to go lower towards his shirt buttons and started unbuttoning the first few ones. Changmin tore his mouth away from Yoochun’s skin with a questioning look on his eyes.
Yoochun shot him a reassuring look and smiled.
“Fuck me, Min.”
That was all the command Changmin needed before grabbing Yoochun’s thighs and sitting him on top of the sink. While he was undoing Yoochun’s belt the latter went for his shirt buttons again but he slapped his hand away.
“No time,” he muttered.
Yoochun shrugged and undid Changmin’s pants as well, hand fishing inside of his boxers for the stiff member already leaking pre-cum.
Changmin groaned as Yoochun’s skilled fingers wrapped around him and started pumping. He made a quick job of yanking the older man’s pants down because, having time or not, he was not going to last much.
“I don’t have…” he started to say but Yoochun beat him to it.
“Don’t care, hurry,” Yoochun said, wrapping his legs around Changmin’s torso and pulling him against him.
Changmin closed his eyes as his erection brushed against Yoochun’s. He desperately wanted to rub against the other but there was no time for that. He did not want to hurt Yoochun so he put two fingers against Yoochun’s lips.
“Suck,” he instructed.
Yoochun made an erotic show of shoving each finger inside his mouth and generously coating each one in saliva, making Changmin wish they had more time for him to burrow himself in that warm, skillful mouth.
Changmin circled Yoochun’s pink entrance with a finger before plunging the digit deep inside him. He watched Yoochun’s face scrunch up at the intrusion and relax moments later after which he pushed another finger inside.
He took his fingers out almost all the way before shoving them back inside, finger-fucking Yoochun while fisting his erection and moving his hand up and down the hardened flesh.
Yoochun moaned wantonly before tightening his legs around Changmin.
“Enough. I want to feel you in me,” he whispered.
Changmin took out his fingers and spat on his hand, rubbing saliva around his hardened cock. He pressed his member against Yoochun’s hole, watching Yoochun’s face twist in barely concealed pain as the head went inside.
Changmin kissed Yoochun wanting to distract his lover from the pain as he pushed in the rest of the way.
They stood like that for a moment, recollecting wits and breaths. Changmin started moving in slow and shallow thrusts, if only to turn his lover’s pain into pleasure.
Yoochun’s face slowly turned from a grimace to an open-mouthed pleasure expression. He banged his head against the mirror when Changmin began thrusting inside him faster, trying desperately to find that spot inside of him that made him forget his own name. When he finally did, Yoochun’s arms almost slipped from around Changmin’s shoulders and he bit down on his lip as not to let both filming crews know about their love-making.
“I wish I could hear you scream,” Changmin said when he noticed Yoochun holding back on making too much noise.
“Mmm, move faster,” Yoochun said, barely catching Changmin’s words in his pleasure-induced haze.
Changmin chuckled and kissed Yoochun deeply at the same time he increased the speed of his movements. He felt his orgasm coiling through his body and pooling inside his belly ready to explode. He grabbed Yoochun’s erection and stroked it fast just as his thrusts lost their rhythm in the desperation to find release.
Yoochun’s back arched as he came between them and when cum splattered against his chest Changmin was grateful Yoochun decided to unbutton his shirt.
A couple more thrusts and Changmin was shooting his load inside Yoochun. He stayed inside the other man until the last waves of his orgasm faded from his body, Yoochun’s arms tightly wrapped around his panting form.
After cleaning each other up with paper towels and straightening their clothes they kissed languidly, a poor substitute for the after-coital cuddling they engaged in before the lawsuit.
“We should do this more often,” Yoochun joked as he tried to get his hair close to its previous state without success.
“But in a bed,” added Changmin.
His shirt caught a drop of come and he was trying to wipe it out with a wet paper towel. He gave up and decided the stain would not show with his jacket on. He turned to Yoochun and kissed him once more time; tearing himself from those sinful lips he wanted to kiss forever but could not.
“Call me?” Yoochun asked when they parted.
Changmin nodded; both knew it would be a long time before they saw each other again with both their groups drowned in busy schedules.
The jingling of the door knob made them jump in horror before they remembered the door was locked.
“Hello? Anyone in there? Changmin-ssi, are you in there?” a voice asked.
“Yeah, coming,” replied Changmin.
“Hurry, the filming should’ve started a while ago. Everyone is looking for you,” the voice said again. Yoochun guessed it was a member from the filming crew of Come to Play.
“Go,” Yoochun said, softly pushing Changmin towards to door.
Changmin stole one last kiss from Yoochun’s mouth before motioning him to hide in one of the stalls.
Yoochun waited until he heard the door close behind Changmin before coming out from the stall. Taking a look at himself in the mirror he sighed and practiced his best apologetic smile.
The make-up noona would have to do more than touch up his make-up that day.