Pairing: Min/Other (some jaeho and yoosu along the way)
Section Rating: NC-17 *LEMON WARNING*
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hot Korean boys. A seduction. An alluring. A temptation. And Min's self-discovery.
Sections: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Se7en, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven (Lemon), Twelve; Thirteen; Fourteen; Fifteen, Sixteen; Se7enteen; Eighteen; Minteen; Twenty; Twenty-One (Lime); Twenty-Two; Twenty-Three; Twenty-Four (Lemon); Twenty-Five; Twenty-Six; Twenty-Se7en (Lemon); Twenty-Eight; Twenty-Nine
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
There was a spot on Min’s neck that held a sip of wine. Unerringly, Se7en found it, a dip of flesh where Min’s neck muscles joined to the column of his throat. Carefully, Se7en tilted his glass and poured the right amount of cabernet to fill it, his hand pressed hard against Min’s stomach to prevent the younger man from jerking at the shock of the cold wine.
“Stay still for me, baby.” He murmured, licking at a stray drop along the rim of his glass. The leaded crystal sang with the touch of his tongue. Its bell tone struck Min’s soul, as pure as Se7en’s kisses. “Let me lick this clean.”
The price of the wine was worth every penny. The container he lapped it from was a treasure beyond imagining.
Sweet on his tongue, the honey of Min’s skin adding a delectable undertone to the potency of the wine. As he sucked on the last of the drops gathered in the hollow, Se7en stroked along the ridge of Min’s belly button, dipping his wine-wet finger into the shadowed hole.
“Shichi.” Min mewled, drawing out the word, his hands clenched at his sides. “That’s too.. much.”
Se7en’s tongue strayed up onto a tendon cord running around the hollow, his teeth following the strong line of Min’s neck and back down again, suckling at the spot he’d left still tasting faintly of wine. The fingers of his free hand found the rim of his glass, wetting the tips and drew a line over Min’s chest, circling one nipple with a fragrant crimson trail.
Red drops glistened on Min’s pale skin, the wine pooling around an areole. The older man moved to lick at Changmin’s nipple, touching briefly on the peak with the tip of his tongue before suckling the area clean. Underneath the skin ran a flare of heat and Se7en chased Min’s blush over the rise of his chest muscle and down to the ridges of the younger man’s rib cage.
“This is nice.” The older man murmured as he kissed along the length of Min’s torso. “Nicer than dinner even. And that’s saying a lot. Because dinner on your mouth was nearly as good as sex. I imagine making love to you would wipe it clean from my mind though. I’ll have to keep trying to compare the two. I’ll need lots of help with that, Minku.”
Most of Se7en’s dinner had come from bites placed on Min’s mouth, the older man feeding his lover then taking half back with a ravenous kiss, slices of thin beef sheared between their clenched teeth. Nibbles of cheesecake were shared the same way, the restaurant’s secluded individual dining rooms set up for privacy and romance.
Thinking back on the meal, Se7en thought he might have to give his driver a raise for arranging their meal there. At the very least, an extremely generous present.
Back in the safety of his apartment, Se7en opened a bottle of cabernet sauvignon and poured them each a glass. Seeing the young man sip the blood red liquid from the crystal rim gave Se7en ideas. Ideas that were easily acted upon once a few words of persuasion were whispered into Min’s ear. Min now lay on the broad chaise in his living area, the lights dimmed except for the track lighting above the lounge, splashes of gold-white highlighting their half-naked bodies.
“This isn’t fair.” Changmin whispered. “Shouldn’t I get the chance to do this to you?”
“You always do this to me.” Se7en murmured back, taking little small nips of his lover’s skin until he reached Min’s mouth. “And seduction isn’t always fair, Minku.”
Min contemplated Se7en’s words. Seduction wasn’t always fair, he thought. Well, he supposed that was true.
With that thought, Changmin unbuttoned the top of Se7en’s jeans and slid down the metal zipper’s tab. Forcing his fingers down past the other man’s underwear, Min stroked at the growing length of Se7en’s sex, circling the base before rubbing down along the thick vein curving up around the shaft.
“I thought I told you to stay still.” The singer breathed hard between clenched teeth, trying to regain his composure.
“Yeah, I changed my mind about that.” Changmin purred. “I need to feel you on my hand. I wanted to see how hard I could make you and feel your wetness on my palm.”
He tried not to let the thrill of what he could do to Se7en affect him but it did. And he was even more proud of the cocky self-confidence resonating in his voice. Well, as proud as he could be until Se7en’s fingers pinched at one of his nipples and his teeth made short work of the other.
“Baby, that hand of yours is really tight.” Gasping, Se7en pulled slightly away, his mouth panting with exertion. “Not that I mind, it’s just very hard to concentrate.”
“And you think what you’re doing makes easy for me to think?” Min bent his head slightly, letting his tongue trace Se7en’s upper lip. “I want you. I want to have you in my mouth again. I’ve missed your taste.”
“I can easily arrange that.” Se7en murmured into the kiss, their words tangled around their touching tongues.
He lifted his own hips, stripping his loosened jeans free and kicking them to the floor. Min’s pants followed, a puddle of grey and black denim pooled onto the floor. Stretching over his young lover’s lean body, Se7en cradled the back of Min’s head, lowering his mouth down over Changmin’s.
His kiss tasted of wine and sex, Min thought. Is this what sin tastes like?
“Turn over.” Se7en urged his lover, working his hand under Min’s rear to guide him along. Changmin slid over and turned onto his belly, his arms loose around the chaise’s thickly upholstered edge. “And stay there. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
A rush of cold air moved in where Se7en’s warm body had been, leaving Min with a shiver down his spine. Se7en was back before he could adjust to the change in temperature, the man’s heat sliding over his legs and shoulders. He felt the chill of a lubricant tube slide down against his ribs. Eyes widening, Changmin twisted his shoulders around, looking up at Se7en’s sensual face. The older man kissed him on the mouth, reassuring and warm, calming the tremors filling his belly.
“If you’re not ready for this, we’re not going to do it.” Se7en said softly. “I’m fine continuing to do what we’ve been doing. Hell, I can’t think of anything else I’d like to have in my mouth but you.”
“Please.” Min whispered, offering his mouth up for Se7en’s kiss. “I want to do…anything. Everything.”
“We’re still going to take this slow, baby.” The man kissed Min’s shoulder. “Just relax.”
Se7en’s hands roamed over Min’s body, stroking at the base of his spine. Telling the young man to lift his rear up, he placed a firm pillow under Min’s belly, lifting his hips up. Se7en licked down the line of Min’s back, slowly working his way down until he crested over the firm globes of the young man’s rear.
The rubbing over his body was driving Changmin insane and he could barely keep his legs from moving. Se7en’s hands pressed against the inside of his knees, gently forcing his legs apart and leaving him open. The older man stared down at his lover’s displayed body, unable to resist roughly moving his palm up Min’s thigh and over his torso until he reached the younger man’s shoulders.
He’d expected fingers. At least the rough push of a tip into him. Changmin nearly jumped out of his skin when Se7en’s tongue licked at the edge of his opening, then the shocking nip of teeth just around the rim. Gasping, his body clenched, instinct taking over, closing the aching hole from Se7en’s intrusion.
“Let go, honey. Let me do this for you.” Se7en’s hands were pressing against his rear, opening him back up. “Just let go. I want to watch that mouth of yours pant for the taste of me on your tongue.”
Long fingers invaded the tight cleft, parting him. Cold air hit Min again, a rush of chill against the hot pout of his body. He forced himself to lay into the chaise’s softness, feeling every stretch of fabric against his taut body.
The touch of Se7en’s tongue made him jump, the wetness and softness so unlike the man’s fingers. Moist and hot, the older man’s licking increased then slowed, catching along the rim of Min’s hole and playing at the skin around it. His hands were moving around Min’s sac, straying upwards to caress the younger man’s shaft.
He continued to kiss at Min’s entrance, digging past the ring of muscle and laving deep. Gasping, Min clutched at the chaise’s corners, tilting his hips up and moaning. He could hear himself begging for Se7en to give him more, his voice a faint echo in his own ears.
Changmin no longer cared what he sounded like. Min needed Se7en inside of him, any part of his lover to reach in and stroke at the desire filling his emptiness with more need. Twisting under Se7en’s tongue, Min wondered how something could increase his want yet still feel as if he was nothing more than a void.
The plunge of Se7en’s tongue deep into his body drove that thought clear from his mind, a lightning wave of desire rocking his body around Se7en’s hot mouth.
Steel hard, Min’s sex jerked in Se7en’s hand, its head expanding when the man’s palm moved over its tip. Min hissed at the sensations running through his cock, culminating down to the root where Se7en’s fingers followed the line of his body, the tips dipping around Se7en’s tongue.
“Can’t think, Shichi.” Changmin’s murmurs were a mix of Korean and Japanese, his language skills blurred in his overwrought mind. “I need you. Inside of me. Please, Shichi. Please.”
“Open the lube for me, Minku.” He kissed the small of Min’s back, biting at the young man’s rear. “Help me make you ready.”
He fumbled to find the tube of gel, his fingers trembling when he closed over onto the plastic container. Moving, Min nearly tumbled from the side of the chaise, caught by Se7en’s strong hand. Concentrating on getting the lid open, Min propped himself up onto his elbows, a relieved sigh escaping him when he heard the click of the lid giving way.
“Just squeeze some of it out.” Se7en’s fingers trailed over his cheek, then cupped his hand under the tube.
His body shaking, trapped under Se7en’s heavier frame, Min pressed down at the tube, pouring a generous amount of lube onto his lover’s fingers. Emboldened by the intimacy, Changmin lightly ran his tongue along the inside of Se7en’s wrist, licking at the other man’s pulse point.
“God, you look so good doing that.” The man kissed Min’s ear, the hardness of his cock nested between the pressed in globes of his young lover’s rear. “I love watching you kiss me.”
“Hell, there isn’t anything that I don’t love watching you do.” Se7en murmured softly, laying his mouth on Min’s.
The first touch of Se7en’s fingers against him were welcome, a throbbing ache deep inside of Min needing to feel Se7en’s caresses. As the tip of one finger slid in, Se7en’s other hand reached under Min, starting long strokes at the young man, his hand rubbing up to catch some of the excess oil.
“More, Shichi.” Min begged, his hips moving back to meet Se7en’s fingers. “I need more. I want more.”
Se7en went deeper still, stretching the young man apart with a gentle circular motion. He remembered his first time lying under another man and the tearing of his body as he struggled to take in his new lover. Se7en knew he would do anything he could to avoid giving that experience to the man he called baby, even if it meant never knowing the sweetness of Min’s body on his sex.
Min’s pleas brought a warm smile to Se7en’s wide mouth, the young man’s hips moving erotically under him. He worked another finger past the tightness of Min’s entrance, sliding deep inside and finding the burl of nerves hidden there. Changmin’s body clenched in on itself, nearly curling under Se7en’s weight, the younger man’s mouth gasping while he tried to find enough oxygen in the air for his lungs.
Se7en’ brushed his shaft along the inside of Min’s thigh, letting the moistened tip leave a trail along his lover’s leg. Changmin pushed his legs together trapping Se7en there then released him. The younger man felt a thrill of power when Se7en’s sex trembled against his legs, knowing he affected the older man as much as he was turned on by Se7en’s touch.
Min sighed as another jolt overtook his mind, cleansing any worries about Se7en needing him. His lover was right. Seduction wasn’t always fair. Especially when your lover knew what to do to make your body break apart into small sparks and you wanted to let him do it.
But it was turning out to be so much fun.
“Are you ready for me, Minnie-ah?” Se7en leaned forward, resting his chin on his lover’s shoulders. “Are you wanting to do this? Because I am more than ready for you. I think I’ve been ready to have you around me for a very long time.”