シロクマ (sungminess) wrote,
シロクマ
sungminess

To Define Beauty

    To Define Beauty
Leeteuk/Sungmin | PG-13 | Except you, everything get in slow motion


Jungsu never knew a joke could turn out to be so dangerous.

What started with an almost innocent idea ended up as something he didn’t quite know how to explain. This feeling in the pit of his stomach, this bolt of heat coursing through him… It’s terrifying, the way Sungmin has the ability to play with his mind, set his body ablaze and wrap him around his finger without any effort. But it was never like this, never this intense.

“Hyung,” Jungsu hears Sungmin say as he approaches him, his voice a low murmur for only Jungsu to distinguish.

Jungsu’s gaze is drawn up to him in an instant, like a magnet, and as soon as his eyes land on him his breath is taken away by the sight he meets.

This is so much more than what he expected:  Sungmin’s features are covered in makeup, made prettier with long lashes and light glittery eyeshadow, accentuating the color of his eyes; his mole is more notable, a dot near his lips painted bright red, so full and inviting. He has a blonde wig on, curly strands of hair cascading from his head, framing his face. He looks so delicate in his white floaty dress and yet Jungsu can still see tinges of his masculinity – He sees it on his broad shoulders, the muscles of his arms and back. It’s still Sungmin, beautiful as ever. And Jungsu can’t believe it, can’t take his eyes off him. Sure, he’s seen Sungmin dressed up as a woman before, and each time he was amazed by the results, but not like this, not this close, and certainly not this sexy. He doesn’t know how a man can look so tempting.  He’s stunned, trapped as if under a spell as he stares deeply into his brown eyes, and only when Sungmin speaks again he comes out of his trance.

“Help me with this,” A leg lifts up gracefully, Sungmin offering his foot as it rests on Jungsu’s lap.

And just when Jungsu looks down to see what he means the movement of the dress gets his attention, fabric sliding up Sungmin’s leg languidly until it pools on his hip, exposing pale, flawless skin.

Oh god.

Jungsu gulps, eyes glued to the expanse of skin revealed in front of him. The room seems twice as hot, his body burning with a wave of desire. It’s too much – Sungmin’s raised leg so close to him, bare like that. Jungsu wants to reach out, run his hands up it, feel the warmth on the tip of his fingers.

And Sungmin knows; he’s completely aware of the effects he has on Jungsu. There’s a little smile tugging at the corner of Sungmin’s lips, and that tells him enough.

Jungsu reaches out to fasten the buckle of Sungmin’s sandal, doing as slowly as he can, holding onto the moment. He tries to mask his desire, tries not to stare, but Sungmin’s body is too alluring.

Jungsu’s caught wanting to undo the knot on the back of his dress until the clothing slips to the floor; he wants to drag Sungmin’s panties down his legs leisurely, hands lingering more than necessary, leaving him completely exposed to him and him only. He imagines those warm, soft curves against his own body, Sungmin fitting so perfectly against him, under him, legs thrown over his shoulders as he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts. It’d be heaven. He can see it perfectly in his head. He can see Sungmin arching his back, the column of his neck a blank canvas for Jungsu to paint, the sheets of his bed brushing against him as Jungsu leans down to shower his inner thighs with kisses, mark it with his teeth. And god the moans that he’d elicit from that mouth! Pretty lips opened in an O shape, spilling Jungsu’s name over and over again. Jungsu can see it all in his head, can hear Sungmin’s voice right next to his ear, so clear it clouds his mind with lust.

When he’s finished adjusting the strap, he strokes his thumb over the bone of Sungmin’s ankle, caressing in a way he expresses everything he wants to do to him.

“Sungmin-ah,” He lets out a whisper, hand unconsciously starting to glide up to Sungmin’s shin. He sees goose bumps rising on the flesh, catches Sungmin sighing ever so slightly.

And when he’s about to ask for permission to go further, never mind they’re in the middle of their dressing room,  a staff barges in saying their time is up, asking them to hurry and go to the stage. Now.

“We should get going,” Sungmin says, removing his foot from Jungsu’s lap. Jungsu misses the touch immediately. “Thank you, hyung,” A knowing smile.

For the first time his mind screams for him to do something stupid, to stop Sungmin, grab his hand and take him somewhere quiet, I’ve got to have you, but Sungmin’s long gone before he even has the chance, dress fluttering as he walks away gracefully, leaving behind a frustrated Jungsu.

The intensity of the foreign feelings leaves him lightheaded.

“Come on, hyung,” Donghae calls for him when he remains seated, and Jungsu has never felt so powerless in his life. He reluctantly follows the members out the door, images of what he’ll do to Sungmin still fresh in his memory, and later, when he sees Sungmin teasing the fans on stage, teasing him, "I’ll make you mine tonight, Lee Sungmin" is the only thought ringing in his mind.


Tags: pairing: leeteuk/sungmin, rating: pg-13
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