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When Thailand had been confirmed as a stop for their upcoming tour, Changmin had no choice but to let out a shit-eating grin. Korea’s winter had been turning a tad too cool, and the idea of hot tropical weather – coupled with delicious grilled meats, sandy beaches, and chilled beers – had been really fucking appealing to him. Of course, the tour goes first and the party goes second, but the party does go. And with the adrenaline high of a concert successfully ended, it goes pretty hard.
That being said, Changmin had forgotten how ridiculously oppressive the Thai heat could be. It’s been years since he’s been here, and it’s easy to forget the uncomfortable, sticky humidity in favor of remembering the relaxed, warming heat. It’s the day after their concert. Changmin is slightly hungover from the afterparty last night, but it’s a pleasant sort of tiredness. The kind where the required period of resting is well-worth the experience it came with. They’re due to fly off in a couple of hours, and everyone’s out on their own free-and-easy schedule.
Changmin has already researched and done his share of being a tourist in the time they’ve been here. He’s checked out the pad thai restaurant a couple of streets away from the posher area of his hotel. He’s dragged Yunho with him to grab local specialty coffee and mango sticky rice. (He’s so glad the mango was sweet. Yunho had had to order a second portion with the way they’d devoured it.) He’s been able to visit a temple nearby with the entire entourage of Yunho, their managers, and their stylists. Yunho and him squeezed in a massage at the hotel spa, too. Efficiency! Not to sound smug, but Changmin is entirely proud of himself for spending the few hours on the plane whipping out a banging itinerary; he knows Yunho was pleased too because all the man had to do was tag along and keep Changmin company.
All this is to say that Changmin is done. He obviously has a lot more of Bangkok to discover, but he’s done everything he really had wanted to do. He’s suffered the heat, the photos being taken by strangers on the street (which isn’t as invasive as it used to once be, so he takes it as the price of popularity), the long, unending queues, and the inability to remove the sheen of sweat that will inevitably form in this weather.
Changmin is hot. The air-conditioner is whirring, but he’s left a window open in his hotel room (because going from hotel to hotel makes you tired of air-conditioned air and the dried-out skin): at this comes the cost of said layer of sweat sticking to him like a second-skin. The shower is running, and he has half a mind to step into it right now. Changmin sees no way out of this vicious heat except to lie down on the marble floor of the hotel room to keep himself cool, so that’s what he does. Back and arms to the floor, eyes closed, slow breaths. Tries to relax, and settle into a nap. He shifts slightly. Opens his eyes, stares at the blank white ceiling above. There’s a restless energy within him. He’s bone-tired, but he can’t seem to fall asleep. There’s a thrumming underneath his skin that he can’t quell. He brings one arm up to his chest, draws feather-like strokes on his pecs and his abs. For a few moments, that touch satisfies him. Until his fingers go lower and lower, and rest on the waistband of his shorts.
Ah. That does sound nice.
Changmin’s eyes close again and he lets his hands go beneath his waistband, lower until he just has a loose hold on his cock. He grips it just slightly more, tugs it once, twice, thrice, and then lets go. Brings his hand back up to his right nipple and fondles it a little. Circles it lightly with his fingers before dragging them back down to his cock and wrapping it around the base, slowly stroking it.
This is how Yunho finds him when he steps out of the shower: in a pair of basketball shorts, back pressed to the floor, eyes closed, sweat creating a shine on his chest, one hand under his shorts. Changmin opens his eyes and slowly pulls his hand out from his pants when he hears the door to the shower open.
“It’s the middle of the day, Changmin-ah.” There’s a smirk on Yunho’s face, and it’s impossible to miss the amusement that colors his tone. Changmin lets out a lazy “Mmmm” and a shrug. Who cares? He wants to get off. A hot afternoon is the best time to get off. Yunho knows this. He taps the floor, and Yunho’s smirk takes on the formation of a fond smile. Yunho hangs his towel on the chair and lies down next to him. Tucks his damp hair under Changmin’s arm and throws his own arm over Changmin’s chest. He puts his mouth below Changmin’s armpit and blows a raspberry kiss, smiling as he pulls away. He thinks he sees a smile form on Changmin’s face too.
“I love your obsession with working out, by the way,” Yunho comments. Changmin would be confused by the randomness of this statement if it weren’t for the immediate grope of his chest that followed. Yunho squeezes his chest, “I love your titties.” Changmin lets out a little laugh and brings his arm up to tussle Yunho’s hair. Yunho plays around with his pecs, squeezing one or the other. He leans up and licks a nipple, and Changmin can’t help but let out a small contented moan. Takes in a deep whiff of Changmin’s armpit, follows it with a “I love your arms”, before biting his skin. Changmin looks down at Yunho and tugs him back with his hair. His voice is thick and heady when he replies, “You know what I think you love even more? My di-”
“Yes, yes, your dick, Changdol-ah. Always so crude,” Yunho huffs out with a little laugh. He props himself up on his elbow and leans in just so he can whisper into Changmin’s ear, “I love your dick.” As he traces the outline of Changmin’s abs down south, he leaves little pecks on his ears, neck, chest. Changmin lets out a loud, short gasp when Yunho gives Changmin’s stomach a sharp bite just as he grabs Changmin’s cock, his grip on Yunho’s hair getting even tighter. Changmin pulls Yunho up for a kiss just as Yunho tugs his dick. Yunho lightly bites on his lips as he pulls away and then gets up to grab the lotion from the dresser.
When he lays back down, this time almost on top of Changmin, he half-whispers: “You remember earlier today when we were walking back to the hotel? I saw the sweat on your back, trickling down your neck, and all I could think of was your cock splitting me open, your sweat dripping on me.” Changmin turns his head to look at him, his eyes wide with fervor, and pulls him in for a filthy kiss. His teeth tug at Yunho’s lower lip, and his tongue sweeps into his mouth, licking into his teeth. Changmin’s arms envelop Yunho into a tight hug above him, caressing Yunho’s back. When Yunho pulls back and stares down at him, water drips down Yunho’s hair to Changmin’s chest, and they both see it trail down his stomach. Yunho grins at him, gleam in his eyes, and then lets his tongue follow the route of the droplet. A groan escapes Changmin as his head falls back on the floor, his hand reaching down to grip the damp locks of his partner again.
Yunho reaches down to pull Changmin’s shorts off, crawling between Changmin’s thighs as he spreads his legs wider. His cock, interested and anticipating, gives a little twitch. His hips move involuntarily, greedy in their demand for Yunho’s mouth around him. Yunho lets out an amused hum at the way Changmin cock thickens more.
Changmin lets out a filthy moan when Yunho finally sinks his mouth around him, sucking on him nice and hard, and fuck, the wet, hot mouth clamped around him makes him want to rut into it mindlessly. But he lets Yunho dictate the pace, and lets a piquant sense of languor settle into his bones as he makes shallow thrusts to meet Yunho’s mouth. Fingers wrap around the base of his length as Yunho’s mouth tugs at him. He lets Yunho drag and stretch the sensation of worn-out pleasure out of him. His tongue presses flat from base to tip, punctuated with sharp sucks and with kisses, eliciting dirty, loud groans from Changmin’s mouth.
Changmin looks down, sees Yunho’s tiny mouth stretched wide around his cock, feels the wetness of his tongue around slit, feels the slight, teasing scrape of teeth, and can’t help but force his cock a little deeper, hands gripping his hair tighter.
Yunho smiles around his cock.
Fucking hell.
Changmin can’t quell down the thought to fuck Yunho’s face, ass, tits senseless, to have him bouncing and coming on his dick as his mouth falls open in moans of Changmin’s name. He holds Yunho’s head by his hair, and as he makes eye contact with Yunho, who lets his mouth fall open, Changmin’s mouth turns up into a small smirk as he thrusts once, twice, thrice right up into that wet heat. Yunho’s eyes flutter close, saliva and precum glistening on his lips. Changmin’s dick continues to harden as he thrusts into Yunho’s mouth.
“Fuck, hyung. Want you like this always,” Changmin gasps out as he slows down. Lets Yunho take a breath. “On your knees. On my dick.” Back in with a thrust, then another. “Fucking your mouth, ass. Whatever you’ll let me have.”
Yunho dribbles down his cock.
Changmin huffs out a short, loud laugh, “You want that, huh?” He sees Yunho’s dick hang between his legs, thick, heavy, dripping, as he pulls Yunho off and sits up, “My pretty hyung, always get so wet choking on my dick.”
Yunho's leans down to give Changmin's length a long lick, following up with two slurpy sucks of his balls. He leans backs up and looks at Changmin, eyes blown, cheeks flushed.
“Fuck me, Changdol-ah,” Yunho pants out, leaving butterfly kisses all over Changmin’s cock, “Wanna be full of you.”
God, Changmin wants this. Wants to be in Yunho, to spill himself into him, and then again, and then again, until all Yunho can do is cry out in mindless pleasure. He stands up, pulling Yunho up with him and grabbing the bottle of lotion as he walks them both towards the bed. He pushes Yunho down on the mattress, hovering above the older, one hand gripping Yunho’s leg to tuck it over his shoulder.
“You’re so fucking hot, hyung,” Changmins breaths into Yunho’s mouth. Takes a vulgar lick up his cheeks. He squeezes some lotion out into his hands, as he looks down to Yunho, rubbing it between two fingers before sliding one into him, pushing it in and out until Yunho’s body relaxes. Sees Yunho’s eyes darken as he adds another. Yunho leans up to lick into his mouth, before falling back into the bed, “It’s okay, Changmin-ah. Fu-” his voice hitches and breaks off into a breathy moan when Changmin hits his prostate, “ah. Ah. Fuck me. Now.” Yunho lifts his other leg off and rests that on Changmin’s shoulder too. Changmin squeezes out a big dollop of lotion, hissing as he lathers his hot erection with it. He holds his length, and makes a show of it; he presses the tip against Yunho, sliding it up and down the cleft as Yunho eyes him greedily.
“Now, what do you want?”
Yunho reaches up to slide his hands into Changmin’s hair. Clamps down and tugs hard, “Your dick, Changdol. Fuck me, come on.”
A jolt sends itself down Changmin’s spine and he curves down for a searing kiss, biting Yunho’s lower lip hard and toying with it as he pushes in a bit, and bit, and then all the way in. He lets out a grunt as Yunho’s tight heat buries his length. He gives Yunho’s ear a bite, too, and exhales out a soft, hoarse “Fuck” at the tight drag on his cock as he draws his hips back, and then slowly pushes back in.
He keeps it lazy, torturous with slow thrusts – pleasurable drags that reduce Yunho to squirms and whines, Changmin’s cock pressing against his prostate, leaving Yunho babbling into the empty space of their room, pushy and demanding, breaking off into moans midway, “Fuck me harder, faster. Come on Cha-a-. Aaah, Changmin, use me.”
That’s when Changmin picks up the pace, extracting louder noises from Yunho. “Uh, Uh, Uh,” Changmin’s cock pushes out of Yunho’s throat.
“Take it then,” Changmin half-growls as he starts to piston roughly and mercilessly into Yunho. “Look so fucking good desperate for my dick, baby.” Yunho’s spine curves, his body flaring up into tautness, sweat glowing off him, his mouth open, moaning out Changmin’s name. Changmin leans down to whisper, “Your body was made to take me, hyung.”
Yunho’s body is coiled tight with pulsing bliss, as he agrees, wailing, “Yes. Yes, yes.”
“Touch yourself. Get yourself off while I use you for my dick like you were meant to be,” Changmin orders.
“Ah. Changmin, ah,” Yunho’s voice is wet with want as he reaches down to jerk at his thick cock with frenzied strokes. Changmin slams into him repeatedly, determined in having Yunho come before him. As he leans down to bite at Yunho’s nipples, he feels the flutter of Yunho’s orgasm around him, sees his body tightly drawn, eyes shut, as he whimpers, ““Ah, oh, oh fuck, Changmin, oh–” before crying out, a brilliant note that breaks midway as he splatters between him and Changmin as Changmin continues to slam into him.
He grabs Yunho’s hands and holds them down above his head as his hips continue to snap fluidly, fucking Yunho higher into the mattress. Yunho lets out a needy whine, leaning up to scrape his teeth at Changmin’s neck, hot breath on his skin as he slurs out, “Come for me, Changdol-ah, please. Come.” His body rocks with the force of Changmin’s thrusts, his now flaccid cock slapping against his stomach with filthy sounds as Changmin moves in and out of him, the thrusts losing the rhythm they had till now.
“You feel good, hyung?” Changmin purrs out. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, baby.” Yunho’s boneless, cries out, “I’m all yours.” Changmin buries his face in Yunho’s neck, alternating between biting and kissing as he begins to grunt harshly, pulse picking up. Desperate need nudges at him, exhaustion pulling against him and holding him on edge. He feels the teetering, stuttering fringe of ecstasy approach, makes him snarl out a “Yeah, take this,” against Yunho’s skin as grinds in deep, lets out a deep breath, and gives in to the freefall pleasure of orgasm, spilling strings of cum into Yunho.
Changmin slumps forward, letting go of Yunho’s hands, but even then staying inside Yunho for a minute, working his hips in little circles to keep his cock warmed as Yunho starts to tremble. He lets his weight fall onto Yunho, crushing them together, and pulls out as they exchange kisses, slow and wet; Yunho curls his fingers around the back of Changmin’s hair as Changmin runs his hands up and down Yunho’s torso. Hushed whispers of “I love you” are exchanged in between sloppy kisses. Yunho is panting, grinning when they pull apart, face flushed and eyes turned up in wicked pleasure.
Changmin falls away to lie down next to Yunho, and they both stare up at the ceiling in silence, heavy breaths filling the air. It’s a while before Changmin breaks the silence, “So… shower time?
Yunho answers by grabbing a pillow and smacking it on Changmin’s face.