Thanks to: pinkfluffies
A/N: For awoken, who wanted some yunchun.
"For a long time Yunho thought about him as someone unreacheble..."
"The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history." — Oscar Wilde
For a long time Yunho thought about him as someone unreacheble, a person that he could always see and hear from a far distance, trying to touch and then see him flying away from is grasp and wanting nothing more than to be with him.
But for some reason this time was different, after thinking too much he decided that enought was enough; this couldn’t stay as a platonic love and even if his instincts were fueled by a simple sexual attraction, it had grown to be a fire inside his body and kept him awake jerking off almost every night.
And there he was, as flawless as ever, at the other side of the room, surrounded by his friends, laughing at their jokes and the only thing in Yunho’s mind is how beautiful that man must be when he comes, covered in sweat, his back arched and those red lips open in a moan of pleasure. A pleasure that Yunho was waiting to give him.
It happened in just a second, Yunho was caught up watching him and they looked into each others eyes, a faint blush crept into the young man’s cheeks and he looked away, licking his lips and then bitting the lower one. It was a signal and no one could deny it.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe is was his own excitement, but he couldn’t remember how the two of them ended up in the same cab, kissing each other, teeth clashing and there’s too much tongue for Yunho’s taste, but it’s still perfect and the more they do it, even better it gets, until the taxi driver clears his throat loudly and they start giggling, Yunho wanting nothing more than get to his appartment.
Once they are in the elevator they start kissing again, pulling at each other’s clothes and Yunho is worring that they might not even reach the hallway, but then, a thought hits him; he ends the kiss and grabs the boy by his shoulder, pushing him away from him.
“Wait, wait...” he says, looking into his confused face. “I... I just need to know what your name is.”
Once again, a smile forms in those pretty lips. “Yoochun.” He says, low and slow as his face comes closer to Yunho’s to whisper in his ear. “Remember that name; you’ll be screaming it later.”
A shiver travels down Yunho’s back as Yoochun pushes him into the wall, pressing random buttons on the elevator’s control board and goes down on his knees and Yunho lets out a gasp, throwing his head back, feeling Yoochun’s wet velvet mouth around him and he can’t believe after how much time waiting, this is finally happening. He moans for more, saying Yoochun’s with labored breathing, and oh god, this feels so fucking good.
Looking outside the window, in the middle of his orgasm, he realizes that even though he’s seeing to the same panorama he has always seen, this time, somehow it looks different and just like the lights of the city, life seems brighter.
The promp(ts) give me the idea of something that is wanted, and we think we can’t get, but once we do, is something amazing, and things get so much better than we thought they could be. Hope I was able to transmite that with this fic. ♥