SERIOUSLY STILL NO INTERNET?!
WHEN I PROMISE SOMEONE I WILL POST SOMETHING AND THEN THE WIFI GOES OUT FOR TWO WEEKS WHY.
Oh yes yes. I will finish it. Hopefully soon. Thing is, I lost the second chapter ( T-T ), and haven’t gotten over the turmoil to try and rewrite it yet because it was one of those things where, when I finished it, I was sure I would never be able to write something better than that, as far as smut goes, and then I up and lost it. So boo on me. I thought everyone had forgotten about it, but since you want it, guess I’ll get writing again.
Thank you for enjoying it! ^^
So I think I’m going to make that “Fly Like a Wu-fan” thing into a three shot, since I have way too many pervy thoughts lately.
Title: Fly Like a Wu Fan
Pairing: Changmin/Kris (Crossover)
Warning: public sex
A/N: For My Seductive Changmin, in hopes for a successful quest of finding your Kris. I apologize that this is not written better, but I tried to do it really quickly, so I hope you like it. ^^
"Well Gege, it seems you’ve been looking for me?" a warm voice hissed, tickling his near drowsing ears.
"Ah," breath fluttered over the still closed lids from a muffled chuckle. "Hyung then?"
With a new weight settling in his lap, Changmin’s eyes flicked open, another face inches from his own, barely identifiable in the dark of the dozing plane cabin.
"Jeez, what are you doing? I’m trying to sleep!"
A mere glare in response, the younger removed himself, flopping into the next seat. Where the hell did Yunho-hyung go?
Changmin once again concentrated on his much needed sleep.
Until there was a hand in his pants.
It seemed such a nice dream up to that point - he was getting head from one of the girls, not that he could remember who, lips painfully stretched around him, yet as usual his mind had other plans along the way. Long hair turned short, fairer, while rounded features turned sharp and masculine. He would have woken either way, from the startling dream of his dongsaeng or the physical stimulus inducing it. Changmin couldn’t be sure which it truly was, since that hand was skillfully destroying his ever coherent thoughts with silken fingertips teasing his balls and occasionally pressing at the slitted head.
"S-stop." he pleaded in a hoarse whisper.
"Do you dislike it…hyung?"
Teeth nipped at his earlobe, a tongue dancing around the shell, and he could only bite his lip, felling the warm liquid already seeping onto his tongue. They were on a plane for christ’s sake! Again he pleaded, only met with snickers.
"You have hands gege. You can stop me if you want, but I think you like it." Hot breath was on his neck now. "You like it here, in the air, in the sky, while all these people are around us. What if they wake up? What if a stewardess pushes her cart along by us? Then what? Well hyung?"
All the while, strokes quickened their pace, became harsher, and Changmin was writhing in the constricting chair, legs cramping and trapped in the tiny space.
"Wu…fan…I’m…" he quietly whined.
The younger’s ministrations ceased abruptly, yielding another, more irritated whine, until weight again settled in Changmin’s lap with a whisper of “God you’re huge”, eyes again darting open.
"What are you-"
It was too late to continue as Kris quickly impaled his unclad ass between Changmin’s thighs, lips finding the other’s to stifle moans. With his eyes closed, Changmin never noticed the younger preparing himself the whole time, instead focusing on the hand job of his life. A few moments of sloppy kissing, darting tongues, and Kris began moving. Slow, teasing movements that Changmin wanted none of by that time. He shoved Kris against the back of the next chair, and fucked him as hard as possible in the awkward position and space. The seat creaked before them while both panted, lips meeting shoulders, teeth grazing nipples, and hands mapping every contour of the body. Again feeling a pit forming in his stomach, Changmin caught his dongsaeng’s cock between lean fingers and pumped hard, receiving muffled gasps and melodious cries as thanks.
Kris was calling him then, whispering his name, and planting sloppy kisses on his neck. He could feel the other’s hips in time with his thrusts, trying to get that much deeper to abuse that certain spot until he screamed.
And scream he did. They both did. Screamed each other’s names as they came with spasming muscles…
on a plane.
Seat lights quickly flickered on around them, a stewardess running out from behind her curtain at the back of the walk stretch, and who else was laughing at the back?
Yunho. Laughing his ass off with Hyukjae and Donghae. The rest of the plane was appalled. Mother’s covered children’s eyes, and the managers were fuming.