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Title: Tarnished Angels
Section: 24

Section Rating: NC-17 (LEMON)
Overall Rating: NC-17
Blame: ranalore

This is being posted early. This is as far as I'm taking this section. there will be post tomorrow unless i am insane. (er)




Changmin gasped at the liquid fire running up and down his back. Se7en’s fingers were making slow circles under his waistband, the denim stretched tight against his belly. The older man nipped at Min’s earlobe, whispering softly.

“Unbutton your jeans. Just the top. Don’t zip them down.”

Changmin fumbled to reach his waist, his fingers cold despite the heat coursing through his body. Finding the metal button, he pulled it free from its prison. His body ached, his stomach clenching reflexively when Se7en licked at his jaw, trailing down the younger man’s neck and biting lightly over Min’s jugular.

“Just lift up a bit, baby. I need to just a little space.” He pulled his hand up, gaping Min’s jeans. “There we are, Minku. Just lay against me. And give me your mouth.”

Changmin offered Se7en a kiss, holding his face a few centimeters away. He rubbed his lips on the older man’s mouth, creating an electric friction between them. His tongue darted out, tasting lightly at his lover’s mouth. He took a longer lick, running over the ridge of Se7en’s upper lip. Exploring the length of the man’s mouth, Min laved at the upward sweep at the corners.

Se7en remained still beneath his lover’s explorations, parting his mouth when Min pressed in for a deeper drink.

Laying under Min’s legs and chest, Se7en shifted until his head rested against the arm of the couch, giving his lover easier access to his mouth. When Changmin’s kisses moved to his throat, he moaned lightly, sliding his hand down and under the other man’s briefs. There was a jolt along Min’s body when Se7en touched the rise of his cleft, the brush of his index finger startling him and his rear clenched, trapping the tip between his pressed-in globes.

“Shichi.” Changmin heard himself purr, a deep thrumming sound in his throat. “You’re making me crazy.”

“Good, we can be insane together.” Se7en removed his hand, ignoring Min’s whimper and sucked on his fingers, sliding them back into place. “I don’t want to hurt you baby. And before I do this, I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.” Min stammered, trying to keep his mind clear. Leaning forward, he felt open and vulnerable to Se7en’s fingers. Spread apart, he tried to move, held still by the press of Se7en’s other hand at the small of his back.

“Stay there. I need you there, baby.” Se7en raked his teeth over Min’s throat, working at the loose collar of his t-shirt until he exposed the length of collarbone he was look for. Closing his mouth over the spray of beauty marks just below the bone’s ridge, Se7en rolled a bite of skin between his teeth, sucking hard at the flesh until he felt it well underneath his tongue.

“Mitsu.” Min’s voice was broken now, struggling to maintain some level of control under Se7en’s caresses. “Please…”

“Please what, Minku?” He brushed down again between the cleft, his wet fingers stroking at the entrance of Min’s body, just at the rim hidden deep inside. Min’s body convulsed at the touch, at once rejecting Se7en’s probing then pouting slightly, opening just a little bit in surrender.

Gripping Se7en’s shirt, Min buried his face into his lover’s hands, unsure of what he needed to say to make Se7en either go forward or stop. The maddening circle of the other’s fingers were drawing him in and the twisting of his stomach hurt in a delicious ache. A rush of blood filled his sex, tight and firm along the seam of his jeans, trapped against Se7en’s body.

Tipping his hips forward, Min whimpered when his clothes rubbed against his shaft, a coarse rough feel unlike Se7en’s tongue. He wanted badly to rock into Se7en’s body, the rhythm of his movements driven by a need he couldn’t understand and when he breathed a heavy sigh and began to slither on Se7en’s body, the older man knew it was time to show Min exactly what desire was.

He was gentle, stroking until he felt Min riding over his stomach. Rubbing his lover’s back, Se7en kissed Min’s neck and jaw, finding spots that made him shiver and moan. Slowly, he found Changmin’s mouth, sucking on the tip of the younger man’s tongue and pressed the barest tip of his index finger against the tight pout of Min’s body.

Lightning poured through Changmin’s legs and shoulders. Se7en watched as it hit Min’s face and opened his eyes wide, startled at the power of sensations breaking over him.

Unable to resist Changmin’s beautiful face, Se7en whispered for the younger man to lower his head, wanting a kiss to seal what they would start. Min complied, unable to do more than travel over Se7en’s wide mouth with tiny butterfly sips, his hips moving against his lover.

“I can’t wait to see you like this under me.” He whispered into Min’s mouth. The younger man sighed, opening his kiss further, matching the other’s ardor with a powerful fierceness Se7en barely knew he had. With Min’s hands on his shoulders, Se7en reached down to part the closing of the other’s jeans, working his free hand between them.

He gripped at Min’s length, just to find the heft of it in his palm before running over the head with his fingers. Nearly jerking back from shock, Min pressed up into the curled length of Se7en’s other hand, sliding the index tip into him. Gasping, Changmin still, unable to move or press back, trying to comprehend everything going on around him.

“Close your eyes, Minku, and tell me what you feel.”

Changmin’s eyes fluttered closed, dampening the light around him to a warm deep grey. He could hear Se7en’s hoarse breathing and then the supple wetness of his lover’s tongue finding the trail of his throat. His sex ached and throbbed under Se7en’s hand, twitching as if it had a life of its own. Min knew he wouldn’t be able to last long if the fingers wrapped at the base of his shaft started moving. He had no willpower left inside of him to hold off his release.

Then there was the slight fullness of Se7en’s index finger poised at the entrance of his body. It stung just a bit, laying there motionless but when Min moved, he could feel the pulling against the firm walls of his pout and he desperately wanted more of Se7en inside of him.

He nearly lost his breath at the shock of that desire.

A pulsating knot lay just beyond Se7en’s reach. With his eyes closed, Min could feel the aching want coursing up and down his spine, ending just under his lover’s hand. He knew that if he rocked back just a bit further, he could pull Se7en into him. And at that moment, Min wanted his lover buried so deep that he could weep.

“I need you.” Min gasped. “Please, need.”

“I know.” Se7en murmured, reassuring Min. “I promised you a taste. Do you want to try something too?”

He couldn’t trust his tongue so Changmin nearly shook, thinning his lips to stop the moaning pleas he couldn’t seem to stop whimpering.

“Undo my sweats.” Kissing Min’s mouth gently, Se7en felt his young lover reaching for the drawstrings, tugging them loose and to the side. “If you want to touch me, you can. Okay?”

“Okay.” Whispering, Changmin nodded, touching the brush of fine hair around Se7en’s navel and then the sharper texture of hair above his groin. The other’s sex lay firm and rigid, sliding slightly under Min’s fingers until he grasped at it, drawing a tortured hiss from Se7en’s mouth.

“Go easy, baby.” Se7en smiled at Min’s shocked look. “Take your time and just feel what you do to me.”

Changmin quivered, shifting and then gasping when Se7en’s finger slid down until the first joint was buried into the press of his body. Panting, Min bit down against Se7en’s neck, drawing a nip of skin between his sharp teeth. Through the haze of emotions, he heard the intake of his lover’s breath and the jerk of the man’s chest but he was beyond caring. All Min wanted to do was consume the man that stroked at his body and mind until he couldn’t stand it any longer.

He was either going to be consumed by the fire working through his body or die chewing through his lover’s soul.

Either would make Changmin happy.

“You’re bigger than I am.” Circling Se7en’s sex with his fingers, Min felt at the man’s heft, wondering what other differences they had. “You feel longer.”

“This isn’t a science experiment, lover.” He reminded the young man. “Just let go of that rigid control you like to hold onto and let me show you how good you can feel.”

Circling around Min’s entrance, Se7en moved in further, burying another inch into the young man’s willing body. He listened carefully to the anguished pants coming from his lover’s mouth, biting the inside of his cheek when Min tightened the hold he had on Se7en’s sex. Stroking at Min’s length, he pulled and moved around the head, letting the moisture weeping from the tip spread over the soft velvet skin.

“Se7en…” Min cried out as the older man maneuvered around his length, finding the thick vein running under him and tracing it with the ball of his thumb. I can’t hold onto this any longer. I just can’t.”

“Just give me a minute, baby. I’m going to show you how it feels to be made love to.” Se7en kissed at Min’s mouth, urging the young man to wait for him. Stretching down, Se7en reached into Min’s body, coaxing him to press down and open up for him. A moment later, he felt Min give in, forcing his body to stop resisting and let Se7en in.

It was the moment the older man had been waiting for.

Slick with spit, he pressed in and stroked at the tucked away button of nerves inside of Min’s body. The first time he brushed against it, Changmin stiffened, rigid and shaking. The second pass of his finger spilled out a flood of sensations through Min that he couldn’t fight.

“Shichi. God, no.” Min cried out, shuddering and unable to form a thought.

“Do you want me to stop, Minku?” Se7en teased a kiss from Min’s open mouth, capturing the fierce groan from Changmin’s shattered control in the echo of his throat. Stroking harder behind, Se7en began to match the rhythm of his fingers cupped around Min’s shaft, the younger man’s helpless whimpering peaking with each drive of his hand.

It was over too quickly for Se7en. It seemed to last forever for Changmin.

Gasping, the young man released, clutching his lover’s shoulders and burying his face into the crook of Se7en’s neck. Panting, Min couldn’t catch his breath, a hoarse screaming cry crawling out of this throat and into the still air of the living room. Outside the rain continued, cloaking them in a sheet of water and hiding them from the darkening night. The city’s moisture was echoed in the crease of Se7en’s palm, the jerking spasm of Min’s sex spilling his seed against his lover’s skin.

He lay against Se7en then realized he was probably dead weight on the singer’s broad shoulders. Lifting his head up, Min stared down into Se7en’s gentle face, breathing in the scent of their love making on the other’s hand.

“Shichi.” Min slowly sat up, trying to ease himself from Se7en’s body. “I’m probably too heavy.”

“It’s okay. You’re fine.” Se7en grinned. “You’re blushing again. After everywhere that my hands have been, you’re still blushing.”

“Stop teasing me.” Changmin pulled himself loose of Se7en’s embrace, unsure if he could walk. He felt an emptiness that begged to be filled, the slight burn of Se7en’s touch at the inside of his body. “It didn’t hurt. Shouldn’t it have hurt?”

“It probably will when we move to other things.” Se7en reached for his water, moistening a pair of napkins and wiping his hands clean. Balling up the refuge, he cupped Min’s face and kissed him. “That is if you want to move onto other things.”

“I do.” Min nodded, shy under Se7en’s searing gaze. “You made me feel like I couldn’t breathe but I never wanted to stop. It felt like I died for a second but everything was just too much to bear.”

“Good.” Se7en rested his head against Min’s forehead, kissing the tip of his lover’s nose. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

“Did you…?” Min looked down at his hands, realizing he’d lost track of what he’d been doing to Se7en as the electricity of his body took over his mind. “God, did I…? I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine, Minku. I’m going to have to do more laundry, if that’s what you’re asking.” He laughed, kissing Min’s crimson cheeks. “How about if we call this a night?”

“So soon?” Min pouted, looking at his half-eaten pho and his barely nibbled-on Se7en.

“Baby, if you could see how sexy you look sitting at the edge of the couch with your hair all around your face and your pout red and swollen,” Se7en murmured darkly. “You’d know exactly how much danger you were in of never being let out of this apartment again.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad, Mitsu.” Changmin smoothed his hair away from his face, giving Se7en a wicked grin. “At least I’d have you to keep me company.”

“Come here, brat” Se7en grabbed at Min, dragging him back down on the couch and laying on top of him. “I have a few more kisses to steal before I take you home. I think I’m still a little bit hungry for mink.”



Jun. 25th, 2007 02:09 pm (UTC)
hot and sweet can go together :::nods::: like braised peaches in brandy sauce :::grins:: ♥♥♥

i am glad you liked it! many hugs. and smooches. thank you! ♥♥♥


wedspawn ♥

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