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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DBSK_|_Tohoshinki_|_TVfXQ_|_TVXQ
  Relationship:
      Jung_Yunho/Shim_Changmin
  Character:
      Jung_Yunho, Shim_Changmin
  Additional Tags:
      Smut
  Series:
      Part 2 of Arrow
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-18 Words: 1593
****** Arrow: the kinky version ******
by slyferris_(Ethsei)
Summary
     its just porn bc I wanted to.
Yunho closes the distance between their lips, biting Changmin’s lower between
his teeth, drawing the smallest amount of blood. Changmin arches into the kiss,
though it’s painful it stirs him in ways that drive him crazy. He’s never
kissed before, and it feels like he can’t get enough, like he has to keep
connecting their lips otherwise he’ll drown.
Yunho tangles his hand in Changmin’s hair and holds his head back forcefully,
kissing down the side of his neck, pausing when he reaches the pulse point and
attaching his lips, sucking hard. Changmin cries out and lifts his hips. He
blushes when he realises what he’s done, but Yunho doesn’t seem to mind, still
sucking away at his neck. Changmin wriggles and feel his dick getting
embarrassingly hard. He shouldn’t feel this way about the man that tortured him
and brought him so much misery, but the temptation is burning from right under
his skin and he can’t stop the little moans that fall from his lips.
Yunho lets go of his hair and instead grabs his wrists, pinning them down near
his shoulders and lowering his mouth to Changmin’s nipples, tongue flicking
over each one. “You’re untouched,” he says, voice heavy and keening in an
almost whine.
“Yes,” Changmin says. He wishes he would struggle more for his pride, but he
doesn’t want this to stop.
Yunho gets off the bed and Changmin makes a desperate sound in the back of his
throat, his stomach constricting and hands instinctively reaching for the man
as he moves away. Yunho smirks down at him and walks to the side of the bed,
knees touching the silk comforter. He gestures for Changmin to come closer and
Changmin does, burning red with shame that he listens so alertly.
“Suck me,” Yunho demands.
Changmin’s dick pulses at the order.
“Call me your King.”
Annoyance rises in Changmin. He doesn’t want to deign the man with such a title
while they share a bed. It feels wrong, and he refuses to say anything, instead
working his mouth over the head of Yunho’s dick cautiously, unsure of what to
do. He’s pulled himself off in the past and he tries to remember where it feels
nice, just putting the tip of the head in his mouth and sucking, knowing how
sensitive he is there. Yunho groans and pushes his cock further into Changmin’s
mouth, hips slowly rolling in and out. Changmin runs his tongue across the slit
and Yunho moans out loud, unabashed. Changmin goes red, thinking of the guard
standing outside the doors. He will know exactly what happened, but somehow
Changmin doesn’t care enough to demand he be sent away for this. The thought
that someone knows he’s given himself up to the King of all people sends sparks
of pleasure down his spine.
Yunho pulls himself away, face red and flushed. “I asked to be called your
King.”
Changmin stares at him with defiance in his eyes, the candles flickering in the
shadows of his eyes. Yunho grabs him by the collar and pulls him closer to his
dick, but just far away enough he can’t get his mouth on it. “Call me your
King.”
“No,” Changmin spits, teeth gritted, eyes staring right into Yunho’s.
Yunho slips a finger into Changmin’s mouth and presses down on his lips and
tongue, sliding it in and out in steady motions. “Would you not like to know
how it feels to be taken, boy?”
Changmin shivers but still says nothing.
“Wouldn’t you like to know how my cock will feel inside your ass, filling you
up? You’ll be screaming for it like they always do when I push inside you.
You’ll love the pain, won’t you? The way I’ll slam into you until you can’t
breathe.”
Changmin closes his lips and starts sliding his tongue around Yunho’s finger,
cheeks hollowing out as he sucks on it like the whore he is, eyes shut as he
imagines the King inside him.
Yunho places a hand just on top of Changmin’s crotch, and Changmin bucks into
the slightest of touches, moaning around Yunho’s finger. “I won’t do a thing
until you call me your King and beg me to fuck you.”
Changmin lets the digit slide from his mouth and pants, face turning red, “…
please.”
Yunho presses harder down on his crotch and lowers his lips to Changmin’s ear.
“Say it.”
“Please fuck me,” Changmin says, lips trembling into a smirk, “Sir.”
Yunho grabs Changmin by the jaw and forces him to make eye contact. “Call me.
Your King.”
Changmin closes his eyes and sighs, small and breathy. “Please fuck me, my
King.”
It’s all the invitation Yunho needs.
He pushes Changmin to his back, spreading his legs and settling between them.
Yunho pushes the back of his thighs and holds him tight, spreading him until he
couldn’t bend anymore. He’s flexible, and Yunho’s stomach jumps with pleasure.
The King tells Changmin to wait and he stares as he pulls a jar from his night
stand and slicks two fingers in the oil, brining it with him and placing it on
the floor. He sits again between Changmin’s thighs, but this time instead he
bring his fingers to Changmin’s hole. A wet finger touches him and Changmin
startles, jolting.
“It will hurt at first,” Yunho warns. He pushes a finger into Changmin’s hole
and Changmin whimpers. It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t feel good, either. It’s
just cold and working its way in and out of him. He doesn’t know what he
expected, but it was nothing like this. Yunho adds a second finger and the
stretch burns, but not unpleasantly. It’s a mix between pleasure and pain that
finally has Changmin rocking into the rhythm of Yunho’s fingers. Yunho smirks
down at him and curls his finger up, and Changmin gasps. Threads of pleasure
course through him when something inside him is touched.
“Again,” he demands without even thinking, and Yunho obeys. He touches that
spot and within moments he’s reduced to a moaning mess, fucking himself in
earnest on Yunho’s fingers. He reaches a hand to touch his dick, but Yunho pins
it down with his free hand and tuts. “Not until I say so. In here, you listen
to me and me only.”
Changmin finds himself nodding, and Yunho slips in a third finger. This time,
Changmin does wince at the burn, but soon enough he’s getting used to it. The
pleasure of Yunho hitting that spot distracts him, and he feels warm all over
and needy, his dick leaking with come.
“What do you want, Changmin?” The King says, stopping his movements and staring
down at the boy.
Changmin whines and tries to lower himself on Yunho’s fingers, but he pulls
them out completely.
“I want you to fuck me like the whore I am.”
Yunho’s eyes go ablaze and he sits up, a hand on his hard cock, slicking it up.
He strokes it a few times before leaning forward, guiding it to Changmin’s
entrance. He lets the head just slip in and Changmin groans when he doesn’t
move, writhing beneath him, so desperate for something to ease the pressure
he’s feeling. Yunho pushes in another inch, than another, letting Changmin get
used to the feeling. Changmin hisses and whines the whole time, but he never
asks for Yunho to stop, never looks like he wants him to. Finally, Yunho is
buried right in Changmin, his breathing uneven.
“You feel so good,” Yunho says, lips parted.
Changmin, in a show of defiance, leans up and catches those lips with his own.
This time Yunho doesn’t argue, and he kisses him back, letting his cock pump
slowly in and out of Changmin. He feels warm all over, and spikes of pleasure
take over him every time Yunho hits his spot. He can't control himself anymore,
and he forgets he's a whore, forgets what the King's done to him, only caring
now of the feeling of Yunho's dick sliding in and out of him.
Every time he pushes in, Changmin clenches, feeling so full. “I’m not going to
break,” Changmin says. “Harder.”
Yunho needs no further invitation, snapping his hips forward and fucking
Changmin quickly, not able to get enough of the boy underneath him. He revels
in the way his back arches when he hits his prostate—the way he whines and
keens in high pitched little noises, looking embarrassed every time he does. He
pulls out and flips Changmin on his stomach, lifting his hips in the air and
burying himself right back in. “Show me your face,” Yunho demands, and Changmin
stares back at Yunho while he fucks into him.
His eyes are glazed and he’s panting for more, then not a minute later he’s
coming on the bedsheets, untouched. Yunho’s snaps his hips faster until his
breathing is hitching, then he comes in Changmin, buried deep. Shock waves of
pleasure pulse through him and he feels like he can’t breathe, overtaken by the
most intense orgasm he’d ever had. He watches as the come slides out of
Changmin bit by bit, entranced by the mark he’d made on the boys innocence.
“I like you like this,” Yunho says, and Changmin blushes even redder than
possible, suddenly looking embarrassed about begging so shamelessly. He jumps
off the bed and winces at the wet feel of come between his thighs, pulling on
his clothes hastily.
“Don’t get used to it,” he snaps, and Yunho just laughs as he exits through the
door, cheeks red as sunset.
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