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time is of the essence
Super Junior (KiChul, Eeteuk)
537 words. R-ish. Third person. Forgot to post this earlier, whoops. ♥
Kibum is licking his way across Heechul’s collarbones, fingers digging into Heechul’s wrists, when his cell phone rings. It’s Eeteuk’s ringtone, so he pushes Heechul down with a careless hand, and climbs off of his hips.
“Hey!” Heechul says, pushing himself up on one elbow, but Kibum just picks his cell up off the desk, gives Heechul the finger and says,
“Shut the fuck up, it’s Eeteuk.” Heechul scowls, and Kibum clambers back onto the bed, straddling Heechul’s hips as the cell buzzes in his hand. He brushes his fingers over Heechul’s mouth, down his cheeks. He flips open the phone.
“Hey, Eeteuk,” he says, pushing three fingers past Heechul’s lips, catching the tips of his fingers on teeth, stroking down over wet tongue. Heechul’s moan comes out muffled, and Kibum grins, riding the buck of Heechul’s hips. His fingers wrap around Kibum’s wrist, fingernails digging in sharp enough to draw blood, and Kibum gasps.
“Kibum? You okay?” Eeteuk’s voice is sleepy and restless, and Kibum bites his lips.
“Yeah, Heechul’s just got sharp fingernails. S’okay, though, I got it under control.” He pushes his fingers further into Heechul’s mouth, and presses his thumb, hard, to the underside of Heechul’s chin. Heechul’s head comes up, throat exposed, nostrils flaring, and Kibum wants to bite into his neck hard enough to draw blood.
Heechul makes a muffled noise in the back of his throat, garbled words, and Kibum smiles down at him, pressing his thumb harder, until Heechul stops trying to talk.
“I thought I told you to shut the fuck up, Heechul. Sorry, Eeteuk, hold on a second,” he says, and puts the phone down on the bedspread, leans forward, and bites into Heechul’s neck hard enough to feel the skin beat with the force of trapped pulse. He sucks, hard, tasting skin and sweat and the tang of old cologne. Heechul thrusts with his hips and gasps and exposes his neck to Kibum’s mouth, but Kibum just pulls away and picks up the phone. “Sorry, I’m back.”
“It’s really not fair,” Eeteuk says, voice slightly petulant. “I’m stuck here in bed by myself, with, like, four hundred stitches, and you get to fuck Heechul -”
“In Siwon’s bed, too,” Kibum says, interrupting, pulling his fingers out of Heechul’s mouth, and pushing his jaw closed. Heechul’s pulse beats fast and strong against his fingertips.
“In Siwon’s bed? Fuck you both.”
Kibum puts a finger to his lips, motioning for Heechul to remain silent, and then pushes the hem of Heechul’s shirt up with his saliva-wet fingertips.
“You get to listen, at least, and that’s more than most people can claim.” He leans down, and bites into Heechul’s chest through his shirt, wetting the cotton with his tongue. Heechul squirms and opens his mouth, but Kibum covers it with his free hand, and pushes it closed again. “Fuck you, Heechul, keep your mouth closed.”
“Will you two get over here and entertain me, please? Otherwise I’m going to hang up and keep calling you until you give in.” Kibum looks down at Heechul, glaring up at him with his mouth closed, and he rolls his eyes.
“Fine. Give us twenty minutes,” he says, and slams the phone shut.
Super Junior (KiChul, Eeteuk)
537 words. R-ish. Third person. Forgot to post this earlier, whoops. ♥
Kibum is licking his way across Heechul’s collarbones, fingers digging into Heechul’s wrists, when his cell phone rings. It’s Eeteuk’s ringtone, so he pushes Heechul down with a careless hand, and climbs off of his hips.
“Hey!” Heechul says, pushing himself up on one elbow, but Kibum just picks his cell up off the desk, gives Heechul the finger and says,
“Shut the fuck up, it’s Eeteuk.” Heechul scowls, and Kibum clambers back onto the bed, straddling Heechul’s hips as the cell buzzes in his hand. He brushes his fingers over Heechul’s mouth, down his cheeks. He flips open the phone.
“Hey, Eeteuk,” he says, pushing three fingers past Heechul’s lips, catching the tips of his fingers on teeth, stroking down over wet tongue. Heechul’s moan comes out muffled, and Kibum grins, riding the buck of Heechul’s hips. His fingers wrap around Kibum’s wrist, fingernails digging in sharp enough to draw blood, and Kibum gasps.
“Kibum? You okay?” Eeteuk’s voice is sleepy and restless, and Kibum bites his lips.
“Yeah, Heechul’s just got sharp fingernails. S’okay, though, I got it under control.” He pushes his fingers further into Heechul’s mouth, and presses his thumb, hard, to the underside of Heechul’s chin. Heechul’s head comes up, throat exposed, nostrils flaring, and Kibum wants to bite into his neck hard enough to draw blood.
Heechul makes a muffled noise in the back of his throat, garbled words, and Kibum smiles down at him, pressing his thumb harder, until Heechul stops trying to talk.
“I thought I told you to shut the fuck up, Heechul. Sorry, Eeteuk, hold on a second,” he says, and puts the phone down on the bedspread, leans forward, and bites into Heechul’s neck hard enough to feel the skin beat with the force of trapped pulse. He sucks, hard, tasting skin and sweat and the tang of old cologne. Heechul thrusts with his hips and gasps and exposes his neck to Kibum’s mouth, but Kibum just pulls away and picks up the phone. “Sorry, I’m back.”
“It’s really not fair,” Eeteuk says, voice slightly petulant. “I’m stuck here in bed by myself, with, like, four hundred stitches, and you get to fuck Heechul -”
“In Siwon’s bed, too,” Kibum says, interrupting, pulling his fingers out of Heechul’s mouth, and pushing his jaw closed. Heechul’s pulse beats fast and strong against his fingertips.
“In Siwon’s bed? Fuck you both.”
Kibum puts a finger to his lips, motioning for Heechul to remain silent, and then pushes the hem of Heechul’s shirt up with his saliva-wet fingertips.
“You get to listen, at least, and that’s more than most people can claim.” He leans down, and bites into Heechul’s chest through his shirt, wetting the cotton with his tongue. Heechul squirms and opens his mouth, but Kibum covers it with his free hand, and pushes it closed again. “Fuck you, Heechul, keep your mouth closed.”
“Will you two get over here and entertain me, please? Otherwise I’m going to hang up and keep calling you until you give in.” Kibum looks down at Heechul, glaring up at him with his mouth closed, and he rolls his eyes.
“Fine. Give us twenty minutes,” he says, and slams the phone shut.