wedspawn ♥ (wedspawn) wrote,
wedspawn ♥

Quick and Dirty: Min7en

Rating: Pr0n

Bathroom stall.

Lovers caught.

Sort of.

They exchanged furtive glances, soft whispering cow-eyes that eventually drove Jaejoong to push Changmin towards one of the event’s double doors. A frown crossed Yunho’s face, fleeting disapproval at either the thought of their youngest sharing intimacies with an older man or having a group member missing during a promotional event. Either way, Min gave their leader a brilliant smile and ducked out of the door before Yunho could say something to him directly.

A lean, muscular shadow haunted Min’s steps and he shivered when the man’s hand brushed at the small of his back. Pushing open the bathroom door, Changmin turned, walking backwards as his lover captured his waist and pulled him into a punishing kiss.

Se7en broke free of the affection, briefly checking under the stall doors before resuming his seduction of his young lover. Embraced, they slammed into a stall, Min laughed at the booming sound of the steel door hitting the tile wall. Se7en snagged the top of the door, wincing at the echoing sound bouncing about the bathroom. Grinning, he spotted a lotion dispenser, and leaned over to squirt a few streams into his palm before he locked the door behind them.

Changmin’s black jeans slithered down to pool at his ankles then with an impatient jerk, he pulled them free of one leg, not caring if the expensive denim wrinkled on the marble floor. The lotion was cold, smelling of almonds and a hint of vanilla and Min gasped when Se7en roiled the tips of his fingers around the rim of his core. The cookie-sweet lotion heated up quickly from the flush of Changmin’s body and its fragrance filled the air between them.

A not-so-gentle push edged Se7en’s head into Min’s body, a swift practiced motion that neither grew tired of. Min moaned, stretched apart to full in a brief second, his core a welcome velvet around Se7en’s heft. He tilted his hips up, sliding further down Se7en’s length until his bottom struck Se7en’s hips and he hooked his long legs around his lover’s waist, rocking them closer.

They froze when the bathroom door opened, the creaking swish of hydraulics nearly drowning out the faintest of Min’s frustrated whimpers.

Se7en's fingers were in Min's mouth before the younger man could protest, hushing the mewling noises Se7en loved so much. Unable to stop himself, Se7en rolled his hips a little, enough to slide further into Min and moving the younger man's legs are further up around se7en's hips. Changmin whimpered again, exasperated at the thrust of fingers in his mouth and the lack of motion against the insides of his body. Holding on and he moaned, sucking on Se7en’s fingers then biting hard, wanting to scream and needing more of his lover deep into him.

“Keep sucking, baby,” Se7en whispering, knowing the spit from Min's mouth would make things easier now since they didn't have enough lubrication. “The lotion isn’t enough, no? Get them really wet, Minku, so I can slide them into you.

Min mewed, erotic murmurs leaking out around Se7en's nimble fingers. His tongue lapped at the rough calluses on his lover's tips, swallowing the faint taste of his own skin he found there. Their bodies mingled together in Min's mouth and he swallowed, taking Se7en down into his throat.

"God, how long can that guy piss?" Se7en murmured with a hot rush of a sigh into Min's ear. His hair brushed his lover's throat, as gentle as a summer's rain. Pressing his lips on the beat-beat of Min's pulse, he felt his lover's excitement quicken on his mouth.

Beyond the steel walls of the stall, an unseen man rattled at the toilet handle and Se7en's sex leapt to fill Min's heat, aching to continue the addictive rocking it'd begun moments before. A drop of sweat tingled Min's temple and Se7en brought his mouth up and dabbed at it, needing the salt of his young lover in his mouth.

If he couldn't have the splash of Changmin's seed on his palate then the silky hard-sweet of his sweat would have to do.

Min's fingers sank into the roll of paper dangling from the broken spindle. His nails left half-moons in the coarse rough grade, his palms itching to have the feel of Se7en's shoulders cupped into them.

The older man hitched his younger lover up, thrusting himself deep into Min's core, stretching him at the base of his sex until the young singer groaned, the sound cut off with a single bite of Se7en's white teeth against Min's lips.

A wicked gleam sparkled in the singer's eyes and Min shifted, tightening around his lover's base. Tilting his hips up, he dragged himself along an inch of Se7en's length then sank back down until the older man rested tight up against his rear. He repeated the motion once before Se7en pressed him hard against the cold metal wall, a warning hiss trapped between their kiss as Se7en's fingers were replaced with his insistent lips.

The toilet in the other stall flushed and the creak of a stall door chilled their nerves, their bodies trembling as a faucet gushed water into an unseen sink then a torturous wait until they heard the bathroom door swing open, the rush of the hydraulic spring giving a satisfied hiss. In the echoing silence, their heaving breaths bounced about the closed in stall.

“Let me just get my fingers into you,” Se7en promised. “I’ll make this easier.”

“Forget your fingers,” Min’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Fuck me, Shichi.”

Gripping his lover's waist, Se7en grinned with wicked intent and pushed Min against the wall, pressing his hips up until the younger man's legs jutted out against his back.

"Hold on, baby," Se7en whispered as he bit Min's neck. "I'm going to see how good the acoustics in this bathroom are. I want to hear your scream bounce on these walls until my ears bleed."
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