SJ Fic: Sweet Delights
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (also Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi), Zhou Mi/Jessica
Summary: [Whorehouse!AU] [Pure Delights/Honey Delights Sequel] Kyuhyun moves in with Zhou Mi after Zhou Mi asks him to, but living together isn’t all they’d thought it would be.
Dedicated to eter00. So…I thought I should try something different. ;) I’m…not sure I like it. But anyway. Fair is fair.
It’s a little different considering the time gap between this and Honey Delights. I couldn’t get back in that writing frame of mind. I hope it isn’t too glaringly obvious.
I finished it, eter bb, I finished it!!!! (FINALLY!)
Zhou Mi spends three hours making sure that the house is tidy before Kyuhyun is to arrive. His maid is a bit put-out when he asks her to re-vacuum the stairs, but he thinks it’s justified. He’s not really sure why he’s so obsessive though. It’s not like his girlfriend is moving in with him, it’s just Kyuhyun. He barely even knows the prostitute. And yet the need to make everything perfect is striking at him again and again.
The front lawn has been mown, there’s a pot of stew on the stove boiling and there’s not a cobweb in the house. Zhou Mi feels like he’s accomplished something, although he hasn’t really done much himself. He keeps the smile on his face as he skips down the stairs to answer the door when the bell rings.
Kyuhyun is dressed simply, as Zhou Mi has always seen him—well, when he’s actually wearing anything, that is. White shirt, blue jeans, black trainers. He’s got a worn old rucksack over his shoulders and a suitcase that’s just as beaten-up next to him, and he has a familiar look of shyness in his eyes. “Hyung?” he murmurs once he sees Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi’s forgotten how much he likes this boy, how much he ached to fuck that round bottom all those days when he couldn’t, how much he’s wanted to press lips against that one particular partner’s, so he reaches out and pulls Kyuhyun in for a kiss—something better than dreams. Kyuhyun shyly responds, and Zhou Mi is reminded of how nervous he is. He wonders if he’ll mellow the more time he spends there. He hopes so, although the shyness is fairly adorable.
The rest of the afternoon is spent showing Kyuhyun around the house and letting him get acquainted, although to Kyuhyun this appears to be ‘pad around the house in nothing but a pair of boxers with an open laptop, looking for the place with the best internet reception’. It’s not like Zhou Mi minds the view, but the doorbell could go at any time and he does have places to be, like the brothel. It’s been a long time since he’s seen Jessica and she’s probably not going to look favourably on him much longer. He’s sure he can fuck her one last time before giving up on being a customer.
When Kyuhyun’s settled with his laptop screaming loudly—Kyuhyun told him it was a fighting monster alien game and Zhou Mi doesn’t doubt him for a second—and a bowl of stew beside him, Zhou Mi tells him he’s going there.
Kyuhyun blinks up at him. “Couldn’t you have done that before I moved here? One last tryst before I left would have been fun.”
“Sorry,” Zhou Mi says, shaking his head. He pauses, considering telling Kyuhyun the truth. He decides to, for he’ll learn soon enough otherwise, when he comes home stinking of sex. “I need to see Jessica.”
Kyuhyun frowns and shoves his laptop aside, standing up and kissing him hard on the mouth in a show of possession Zhou Mi hasn’t witnessed before. It’s a far cry from Kyuhyun’s usual demeanour. “Just as long as you know—”
He breaks off as Zhou Mi bites his lip, trying to be reassuring—he picked Kyuhyun, after all. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
Kyuhyun sighs and lets him go.
The journey to the brothel isn’t long, and Zhou Mi says the usual greetings as he heads the familiar route to Jessica’s rooms. Minho doesn’t book him in when it’s with her; he doesn’t need to. “Going to see the usual,” only has one meaning now Kyuhyun’s with him, after all.
“Oppa!” she squeals upon his entry, and he shimmies over to her, floorboards squeaking with the polish she covers the boards with to stop him from noticing they’re all removable. He always has thought there are Gucci purses hidden under them, after all.
Her breasts are even sharper than he remembers, he notices when she leans over to hug him. One digs into his side and he only just has the presence of mind to keep his hand from reaching up to push it away. This is business, after all. He doesn’t want to offend her if he doesn’t have to.
“I heard you’ve got a new conquest,” Jessica says, without allowing him chance to verbally greet her. “One of the boys. My age, maybe a little older?”
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi agrees, feeling there’s no need to lie to her.
“I always knew,” Jessica says with a smile, and Zhou Mi knows this is right. They’ll part on good terms, at least.
It’s familiar, sliding inside of her. The wet heat surrounds him and it’s different from how it is with guys, with Kyuhyun, but in a good way. If there’s one thing he’s glad he learnt from being with her, it’s how to please girls. He doesn’t plan on having sex with women often, but if the opportunity were to arise once more, at least he would know. It was good practise, if nothing else.
When it’s finished, he leans over to kiss her. There’s a strong scent of finality in his movements, and he knows she understands.
“I suppose this is goodbye then?” she asks, but there’s no regret in her voice. “Does this mean I can make myself a proper employee?”
“Do you want to?” he asks, surprised, as he’s buttoning up his trousers. “I didn’t think you wanted that.”
“It gets lonely sometimes,” Jessica replies with a shrug. “I’d like the opportunities. I bet there are some hot customers, too.”
He nods wordlessly and heads back to tell Minho to open her services, because there’s no point in shutting her off now. Minho’s eyes widen in surprise, but Zhou Mi isn’t going to tell him what’s happened. He’s just a grunt after all. He doesn’t need to know about deals breaking up and him finding something warmer, tighter, to nestle inside. The mere fact Kyuhyun lives with him should be enough to tell him all he needs to know.
When he arrives home, Kyuhyun scrambles to his feet. He looks half-asleep, still mostly naked, and his laptop is shut. Zhou Mi wonders; has he been waiting long? Why didn’t he go to sleep? “Hyung!” Kyuhyun says. “Welcome back!”
“Bed,” Zhou Mi says, because he can’t be bothered to shower. Kyuhyun probably understands him; sometimes you’re just too tired afterwards. It’s bad enough he had to walk home.
Kyuhyun helps him up the stairs, one hand under his elbow, as they head towards Zhou Mi’s bedroom. Zhou Mi’s halfway into bed, still in his clothes, when he realises he’s never told Kyuhyun where he’s sleeping—he’s even made a room all nice for him two rooms down from his. But Kyuhyun simply folds himself behind Zhou Mi into the single bed anyway and he thinks maybe it doesn’t matter after all.
Zhou Mi is woken, the next day, by wet warmth around his cock, and he shudders as the pleasure builds. When he looks down, he can see Kyuhyun’s dark hair and his lips, pulled tight around him, his hand working the parts of Zhou Mi he can’t reach. He sucks at the tip, licks a line along the side, and even swallows, once, all but deep-throating him. He works him steadily, not minding that Zhou Mi’s now woken up, until Zhou Mi comes. Kyuhyun swallows most of it, what’s left spilling out of his mouth and down his chin. Zhou Mi should be disgusted, especially as Kyuhyun pulls back and there’s spit connecting his mouth to his cock, but he isn’t.
When Zhou Mi blinks at Kyuhyun in surprise, Kyuhyun smiles somewhat sweetly, innocently, at him. “I thought we should christen it,” he says very seriously.
Zhou Mi is fine with that. It was an interesting way to wake up.
Since he’s now awake, he makes an effort to show Kyuhyun around the spare bedroom. “I don’t mind where you sleep, but I thought I’d make you a room anyway,” Zhou Mi tells him.
“I like your room better,” Kyuhyun tells him. “But thank you. Maybe a bigger bed?”
Zhou Mi shrugs. “I’ll have to see. We can check the shops at the weekend,” he promises, because a double bed probably will be more comfortable than the tight fit of their single. Though two people sleeping in one bed does imply a lot of touching, and Zhou Mi is perfectly fine with that. He is sleeping with Kyuhyun, after all.
Kyuhyun the ex-prostitute, Zhou Mi muses, and thinks he probably should get a job. Let him rest for a while first, he decides. Relax from his busy life of fucking customers.
They have breakfast; rice, eggs and some warm vegetables, and then Kyuhyun goes and sets up his computer and starts typing away. Zhou Mi fetches his own. It’s companionable, in a strange way.
It stops being companionable when Zhou Mi realises that it’s all Kyuhyun does.
Well, that’s a bit unfair. He eats, he sleeps, he showers, he wakes Zhou Mi up by pleasuring him with his mouth. But that’s it. He doesn’t talk much. He doesn’t cook. He doesn’t help Zhou Mi. And Zhou Mi isn’t able to touch him at all. At first Zhou Mi understands that Kyuhyun is getting used to not having to have sex every day, but after a while it becomes annoying. He likes getting blowjobs, but he likes sex, too. And how can Kyuhyun cope? It doesn’t seem like he minds not getting off, but how can he tell? Whores are good at hiding their emotions. They have to be. He pushes it out of his mind; Kyuhyun will let him when he’s ready.
When Kyuhyun talks, it’s usually snippy and rude. He has a comeback for everything. Sometimes they’re pretty standard, of the “That’s what she said,” variety, and Zhou Mi supposes he does walk into some of them. But some of them are just simply rude, Kyuhyun talking back to him, telling him he doesn’t want to help, doesn’t need his help. Leaving off honorifics. It makes Zhou Mi angry.
But Zhou Mi is too nice to let it show. He may run a brothel, but he’s not a horrible person, or at least he doesn’t think he is. He’s pretty sure he’s only shown compassion to his employees and companions.
However, there’s only so much Zhou Mi can take, and on the sixth day of being sassed, he presses Kyuhyun against a wall, his hands ringing Kyuhyun’s wrists. “Kyuhyun,” he says sternly, eyes narrowing. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to backtalk?”
He knows Kyuhyun’s parents are a sore spot for him, so Kyuhyun will listen, and he’s right. Kyuhyun wriggles, trying to loosen Zhou Mi’s grip on him, and frowns. All but glares at him, trying to bore holes in his skull. “Why does it matter what she said? I hate her. Let me go!”
Zhou Mi presses even closer, his knee between Kyuhyun’s legs, expressly for the purpose of making it hard for Kyuhyun to run away. “As your hyung, I dislike that you would only be rude to me. It seems somewhat ungrateful.”
“I didn’t ask you to fuck me, or to take me out of that place, or to feed me,” Kyuhyun almost shouts at him, anger in his voice. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for you.” He’s wriggling even more than he was before, body shaking. Zhou Mi can feel friction against his knee and thigh, but he doesn’t look down.
Zhou Mi freezes. This is why you should never take in people you don’t know, he thinks. “I’m sorry you feel that way,” he says bitterly. “I’m sorry I was kind to you. Maybe I should send you back?”
“Maybe you should,” Kyuhyun snaps, but he’s panting heavily now, like he’s run a sprint, and he’s still rocking against Zhou Mi, and it’s only now that Zhou Mi looks down and sees the bulge in Kyuhyun’s jeans.
“Would you like some help with that?” Zhou Mi asks as calmly as he can manage, and Kyuhyun shuts his eyes tightly.
“Please,” the ex-prostitute whispers meekly, all the fight gone from him in an instant.
Zhou Mi unbuttons Kyuhyun’s jeans as quickly as he can and pulls them and his underwear—briefs today, he notes, having not paid attention as Kyuhyun dressed—down his legs, exposing him. He wraps a hand around Kyuhyun, but Kyuhyun whimpers.
“I need you—” he mumbles, and breaks off, reddening. “Please.” Even without Kyuhyun saying it explicitly, Zhou Mi knows what he means, and he unbuckles his own belt and pushes his trousers down. He looks around for something to use as lubricant, although he’s momentarily distracted by Kyuhyun sticking two fingers into his own mouth and sucking them, eyes half-lidded by lust. Damn, he has a mouth on him, Zhou Mi thinks, and finally, thankfully, finds a bottle of lotion on a side table. He has it in his hands quickly and helps Kyuhyun to the floor. There’s no time to reach a bed.
Kyuhyun removes his fingers from his mouth and reaches behind himself, but Zhou Mi bats his hands away. As hot as watching Kyuhyun fuck his own fingers would be, he’s starting to harden, and he can see how hard Kyuhyun is, flush against his stomach. Instead he pours lubricant onto his fingers and then presses one into Kyuhyun, and then another. Kyuhyun rocks onto them just as he remembers, and Zhou Mi lubes himself up. No condom this time. He doesn’t remember where he stores them, and there’s no time to go looking, but they’re both clean. It’s fine.
He pushes in quickly, deeming Kyuhyun stretched enough and himself hard enough, one of Kyuhyun’s legs pulled high over his shoulder to give him better access to reach deeper, and Kyuhyun rocks frantically against him, stroking himself. He wonders if the argument turned Kyuhyun on or if it was just his leg, but something helped, because Kyuhyun’s harder than both previous times they were together.
It also takes him much less to come, although he comes much harder, splattering his hand and the t-shirt he hadn’t had time to take off. Zhou Mi isn’t near to coming but he’s had enough blowjobs to know he wants something else. He bucks harder, deeper, faster, and Kyuhyun, helpfully, clenches around him. The added friction helps the pleasure build up and he comes deep inside Kyuhyun. When he pulls out, come trickles down Kyuhyun’s thighs.
The younger sits up, and bows his head to Zhou Mi. “I—,” he begins quietly, but Zhou Mi silences him with a hand.
“We’ll talk later. You should clean up first,” he says, and Kyuhyun nods and hurries away half-naked to shower.
Zhou Mi watches him leave somewhat fondly before he cleans up the mess they made, waiting for the shower to be free.
When Kyuhyun leaves half an hour later, bottom-half wrapped in nothing but a towel, Zhou Mi heads into the shower, only to be stopped by Kyuhyun pulling him down for a kiss. It’s short and sweet and speaks of apologies and promises and Zhou Mi smiles when he lets go. “I’ll see you soon,” he says, and pats Kyuhyun on his round, generously-sized bottom, sending him on his way. Kyuhyun nods and heads off, and Zhou Mi walks into the warmth of the bathroom.
Kyuhyun’s left him a message on the steamed-up mirror. “I’m sorry, Hyung,” it reads, and then there’s a heart. Zhou Mi knows he means it.
His shower is short, just soaping up enough to not smell, and then he heads out, hair wet, clad only in a t-shirt and briefs. The shower gave him time to think. Maybe he hasn’t given Kyuhyun enough control? He works out a plan, smiling.
Outside, on the couch, Kyuhyun apologises sincerely for the way he’s been reacting. Rude and childish, he says. He’s been trying to push buttons, see what he can get away with. He doesn’t mean what he said. He really does care for Zhou Mi, and he’s grateful for everything he’s done. He’s not a people person, he admits shyly. He pushes people away, offends them. Zhou Mi shakes his head. He understands.
“I’m so glad you’re understanding,” Kyuhyun says, and Zhou Mi smiles and puts his plan into motion.
The next day, after the enthusiastic wakeup, Zhou Mi goes about his daily business; has breakfast, calls into the brothel, checks his emails. Makes nothing look abnormal. Then he heads into his and Kyuhyun’s bedroom, strips naked, and lies on the bed. Open. Obvious. He places the lubricant out in the open and then calls, “Kyuhyun! Can you help me with something?”
Kyuhyun walks in somewhat lazily, taking his time, but he freezes in the doorway. “Hyung?” he asks, voice shaking, unsure.
“You told me you’d had guys before,” Zhou Mi says, “and I’m curious.”
Kyuhyun swallows, nods, and walks over, dropping clothing on the floor as he walks. He picks up the lubricant, coats a finger, and, without ceremony, pushes it into Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi wriggles, not used to the feeling, and takes a few breaths to calm himself. The intrusion is nothing, he thinks. Two fingers feels even stranger, but in a good way. Part of him knows why Kyuhyun likes this. To take his mind off it, he starts stroking Kyuhyun, who’s already half-hard. He, himself, is already hard from the thoughts and sensations alone.
The feeling of Kyuhyun sliding into him is awkward, somewhat uncomfortable at first, but Kyuhyun gives him time relax and he does just that, loosening around Kyuhyun’s cock, until it feels different, less unnatural. “Move,” he commands, so Kyuhyun does.
It’s obvious Kyuhyun hasn’t done this in a long time and is anxious to please him from the ways he’s bucking, thrusting, but Zhou Mi doesn’t care because it’s sort of perfect. Kyuhyun strokes him steadily, and then, when his thrusts get uneven, strokes faster. The pleasure rises in Zhou Mi and he comes not too long after Kyuhyun, riding the high. Kyuhyun strokes him through it, although his eyes are closed from his own high.
Kyuhyun pulls out of him and yawns, curling into a ball of tiredness. Zhou Mi wraps an arm around his waist and yawns himself, eyelids drooping as they somehow wriggle under the covers.
Kyuhyun curls around him as he falls sleep and Zhou Mi thinks that he was right and it’s okay, because he has this, and even though Kyuhyun’s a little brat he’s his little brat. That’s all he needs.