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writetomyheart2015-03-16 06:15 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-03-16 06:15 pm
[team sonic] rolling off the tongue
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Title from Beyoncé's Partition.
Scandalized faces are adorable, Junmyeon thinks to himself as he runs his hand over Minseok's chest, in public no less, when his friends are watching. Chanyeol has his mouth hanging open rather unattractively, the half-chewed contents threatening to spill out onto the table until Baekhyun leans forward to nudge his jaw closed with a snap. Kyungsoo is glowering at his coffee cup, probably trying to decide whether to sacrifice it to the good cause of flinging it at Junmyeon (he's never been big on public displays of affection though behind doors he can be a little . . . out of character . . .) and Zitao is edging away nervously in his white pants. The funniest reaction though is Sehun, caught with his hands literally down Jongin's pants.
"Is there a problem?" Junmyeon asks the table at large, cocking an eyebrow with an amused expression.
Chanyeol gulps, chokes, and Baekhyun ends up performing the Heimlich on him, spurred on by Zitai's anxious calls of, "are you okay? Breathe!"
"Ouch!" Junmyeon curses under his breath, thankful that no one hears him over the ruckus. He glares over at Minseok. "What was that for?"
"That," Minseok says curtly, "was for embarassing me in public." There's still the trailing edges of a pink flush dusting his cheeks; Junmyeon can't help grinning which only gets him another sharp knee to the shin, dammit his bones are pointy, but it's worth it. Minseok rarely loses his composure, and his obvious flustered state is doing things to Junmyeon that make him wish they weren't in public.
"Want to head home?" he says quietly. Baekhyun has progressed to mopping Chanyeol's sweaty brow, Zitao hanging him napkins by the handful, and Kyungsoo is almost through his Americano, the fume visible behind his eyes. Jongin and Sehun have disappeared, probably to the bathroom, but they'll be back soon. Someone has a little problem. Minseok glares at Junmyeon but lets him slip his fingers around the warmth of Minseok's hand as they slip out of the restaurant.
* * *
"How many times do I have to tell you, Kim Junmyeon," Minseok says, punctuating his staccato words with sharp thrusts of the hip that drive Junmyeon closer and closer to the headboard as his fingers fight to keep himself centred on the bed, "I don't like p.-fucking-d.-a.!" His last thrust pounds with devastating precision against Junmyeon's prostate and without a warning he's coming all over his stomach, so strung up on the tone of Minseok's words. Minseok rarely loses his composure, so his current state of excitement is too much for Junmyeon to handle.
"I'll try to remember that," he smirks later on, lying on sticky sheets and too boneless and sated to care, as he tries to catch his breath.
"I don't believe you will for one second," Minseok snorts, rolling over onto Junmyeon's chest and causing him to lose all his air for the third time that day. Minseok, chin resting in his hands, elbows poking into Junmyeon's ribs as he peers down into his face, is too much to handle.
"What if I like pissing you off?" Junmyeon asks, sticking out his tongue.
"Shut up," Minseok snaps, rolling off and heading for the bathroom, but Junmyeon can see the tell-tale flush painting his cheeks.
Mental note number 15: A pissed off Minseok is fucking fantastic in bed.
Title from Beyoncé's Partition.
Scandalized faces are adorable, Junmyeon thinks to himself as he runs his hand over Minseok's chest, in public no less, when his friends are watching. Chanyeol has his mouth hanging open rather unattractively, the half-chewed contents threatening to spill out onto the table until Baekhyun leans forward to nudge his jaw closed with a snap. Kyungsoo is glowering at his coffee cup, probably trying to decide whether to sacrifice it to the good cause of flinging it at Junmyeon (he's never been big on public displays of affection though behind doors he can be a little . . . out of character . . .) and Zitao is edging away nervously in his white pants. The funniest reaction though is Sehun, caught with his hands literally down Jongin's pants.
"Is there a problem?" Junmyeon asks the table at large, cocking an eyebrow with an amused expression.
Chanyeol gulps, chokes, and Baekhyun ends up performing the Heimlich on him, spurred on by Zitai's anxious calls of, "are you okay? Breathe!"
"Ouch!" Junmyeon curses under his breath, thankful that no one hears him over the ruckus. He glares over at Minseok. "What was that for?"
"That," Minseok says curtly, "was for embarassing me in public." There's still the trailing edges of a pink flush dusting his cheeks; Junmyeon can't help grinning which only gets him another sharp knee to the shin, dammit his bones are pointy, but it's worth it. Minseok rarely loses his composure, and his obvious flustered state is doing things to Junmyeon that make him wish they weren't in public.
"Want to head home?" he says quietly. Baekhyun has progressed to mopping Chanyeol's sweaty brow, Zitao hanging him napkins by the handful, and Kyungsoo is almost through his Americano, the fume visible behind his eyes. Jongin and Sehun have disappeared, probably to the bathroom, but they'll be back soon. Someone has a little problem. Minseok glares at Junmyeon but lets him slip his fingers around the warmth of Minseok's hand as they slip out of the restaurant.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Kim Junmyeon," Minseok says, punctuating his staccato words with sharp thrusts of the hip that drive Junmyeon closer and closer to the headboard as his fingers fight to keep himself centred on the bed, "I don't like p.-fucking-d.-a.!" His last thrust pounds with devastating precision against Junmyeon's prostate and without a warning he's coming all over his stomach, so strung up on the tone of Minseok's words. Minseok rarely loses his composure, so his current state of excitement is too much for Junmyeon to handle.
"I'll try to remember that," he smirks later on, lying on sticky sheets and too boneless and sated to care, as he tries to catch his breath.
"I don't believe you will for one second," Minseok snorts, rolling over onto Junmyeon's chest and causing him to lose all his air for the third time that day. Minseok, chin resting in his hands, elbows poking into Junmyeon's ribs as he peers down into his face, is too much to handle.
"What if I like pissing you off?" Junmyeon asks, sticking out his tongue.
"Shut up," Minseok snaps, rolling off and heading for the bathroom, but Junmyeon can see the tell-tale flush painting his cheeks.
Mental note number 15: A pissed off Minseok is fucking fantastic in bed.
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I had to grin like an idiot through half of this. Gotta give it to Junmyeon, a mad Xiumin is hot, damn. Greatest fun is though the scandalized faces thing.
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