And Then There Was Fic - Intimate Moments
Title: Intimate Moments
Pairing: Heechul/Kyuhyun
Length: 3588
Genre: Sex/Romance/Fluff
Rating: NC17
Summary: Alone in their room, Kyuhyun and Heechul do what lovers do.
A/N: I'm informed that aegi is a slang word that correlates to baby so er...yeah
Other A/N This directly follows after the previous chapter, as most of them do.
Kyuhyun obeys Heechul's beckon, carefully lowering himself over the older man and keeping some of his weight on his elbows to keep from smothering him. Their bodies seem to brush together in just the perfect way and suddenly the laughter is gone as ardor sweeps over him. He stares at Heechul's face as if to absorb every minute detail of his expression and appearance. From the slightly damp strands of expertly cut dark hair to the wide and slowly dilating eyes staring back at him to the shape of Heechul's nose down to pouty lips and small pointed chin, his gaze sweeps back and forth as if the picture before him may disappear.
"You're staring," Heechul points out after a moment's silence, his cheekbones beginning to glow with a peachy flush. "Have I got something on my face," Heechul asks and turns his head to one side, as if he's not able to sustain the fever behind Kyuhyun's stare.
Kyuhyun merely lowers his head and kisses one blushing cheek. "You mesmerise me," he declares softly and sighs, his lips wandering down to the corner of Heechul's mouth. "You have no idea how you kill me just being you...and I mean that in a good way," Kyuhyun says.
"Kyu," Heechul sighs and slides one bare foot along Kyuhyun's calf then up so that his leg drapes languidly over Kyuhyun's hip. "I want you," he says in a quiet tone that's more effective than a shout. "I'm doing my best not to be an inconsiderate buffoon but I want you so much...," he arches his hips as he speaks, reminding Kyuhyun very firmly that both of them have been in varying states of arousal for what seems like a very long time.
Kyuhyun's breath hitches in his lungs and he hurries to press himself further into the space made for his hips between Heechul's legs, gasping at the sensations this creates inside him. He smiles down at the older man and brushes the dark hair back from Heechul's face. "What would you like me to do about that?" Kyuhyun asks with a sultry smile.
Heechul moans a little, tilting his head back and using the heel of his bare foot low on Kyuhyun's back to push/pull the younger man closer against himself. He grins slowly back at his lover and purrs, "Think you're up to fucking me, baby?".
Kyuhyun shivers which causes Heechul's grin to grow more towards a smirk. "Are you sure you want that," Kyuhyun says, clearing his throat and reaching over to pinch one of Heechul's nipple, eyes sparking at the little yip Heechul gives out at the sensation. "I mean, I only know in theory what to do...I don't want to hurt you," he adds, and his cheeks flush with deep pink color. He drops his head into the crook of Heechul's shoulder and kisses the smooth skin there.
"If you hurt me, I will have to send my minions to kill you," Heechul intones, pausing a few beats before tugging at Kyuhyun's curls and slipping a hand under his jaw so that the younger man has to look him in the eye. "Don't be ridiculous, sometimes pain is a necessary part of pleasure. You should know after all."
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes at the possessive, passionate look in Heechul's eyes, lit by just a touch of that trademark smirk. "Yes, yes, Heenim. My ass and thighs are reminding me of this very fact as we speak. I'm not sure I can handle the strain," he says, doing his best to act a little pathetic and wounded. He pouts, pushing his lips out and cuddles closer into Heechul's body again, making a deep purring noise as their bodies brush together.
There's a brief pause and then Heechul is gently petting both hands down Kyuhyun's back in soothing gestures. "Awww, my Kyu-baby. I'm sorry I hurt you," he murmurs in the sweetest possible tone. Then Heechul pushes, and though it would seem that Heechul is slighter and frail, he pushes rather effectively, and manages to flip them both over so that he's laying over Kyuhyun. "Poor, poor baby," Heechul says, peppering kisses all over Kyuhyun's face and neck before sitting up, straddling Kyuhyun's hips and giving him a firm poke in the belly.
"You are such a faker," Heechul says and laughs. "I've taught you well, I see."
Unrepentant, Kyuhyun smiles up at Heechul and spreads his arms out to either side of him across the sheets and pillows. "It got you where I want you," he answers. "If you want me, you should take me, Heenim. I'm all yours." He watches Heechul's face, thinking that he could never really tire of the expressive eyes, the beautiful fine boned face he's looking at.
"I really shouldn't," Heechul says slowly, his fingertips trailing up the inside of Kyuhyun's thigh, then following the crease to his swollen balls and then up to wrap ever so carefully around the younger man's straining erection. "You'll be walking like an old man if I do," he goes on, beginning to stroke the still oil slicked length in his fist. "And we have an appearance tomorrow, I think."
Kyuhyun's eyelids flutter and he closes them, his muscles tensing bit by bit as the warm knowing hand continues the slow seductive route up and down. "Ohhh, Heenim," he moans and his own hands begin to gather up folds of sheets and blankets beneath in curling fists. "That feels so...I want you..never thought I'd be so...mmmm...so strung out on another person...," he's talking, barely registering what he's saying because all he's really thinking about is Heechul's touch and Heechul's body and the blinding pleasure of being joined to the older man, invaded by him. "Please, Heenim?" he asks after a silence filled with a rising heat that forces his hips to push upwards, so that his cock moves faster through the warm curl of his lover's fist.
Heechul watches Kyuhyun as if he can't bear to miss a single detail of his lover's escalating passion. The strain of taut muscles under the smooth thighs and biceps, the ripple of abdominals as hips rise and fall, the way Kyuhyun licks his lips and turns his head from side to side - every response is something Heechul is greedy to see, aware that only he is allowed to see the younger man this way. The knowledge only makes the experience that more erotic. "You make it hard to say no to you, baby," Heechul rasps at last, his own cock seemingly hard as an iron bar and seeping with moisture as he watches Kyuhyun's responses.
"Then don't, just...oh don't," Kyuhyun answers, his chest rising and falling with quickened breathing and his little coppery nipples gone tight with desire. "Need you, Heenim...want you, love you...God, want you." He reaches for Heechul as if to pull him closer, persuade him but Heechul evades him much to his frustration.
"I have an idea," Heechul says suddenly and leans down to trace the shape of Kyuhyun's lips with his own, being careful to keep their bodies apart as he slips his tongue past Kyuhyun's teeth and kisses him fiercely, almost roughly, tangling their tongues together and barely letting up for a breath of air. They kiss over and over again, eating at each other's mouths with tongue and teeth.
Kyuhyun reaches up to pull Heechul closer, sliding his fingers through the other's dark hair and down his back but before he can yank the older man tight against himself, his wrists are caught and pushed firmly down to the pillows. "No, Kyuhyun," Heechul says, orders really, tilting his head to slide his tongue along the shape of his lover's jaw bone. "I'll take care of you," Heechul whispers then pulls away.
"Come back here," Kyuhyun snaps, frustration and desire making his voice rough and he half sits up on his elbows to give Heechul a pouty glare. "I need you, Heenim," he adds, licking kiss reddened lips where he thinks he can still taste Heechul's lips.
"I know," Heechul smiles sweetly and rummages amongst the covers til he comes up with the bottle of oil that Kyuhyun was using earlier. "Trust me," he says, pausing to read the label on the bottle to make sure it doesn't have contents like say bergamot or cinnamon which would not be conducive to what he has in mind. He doesn't think it does since Kyuhyun's cock was already thoroughly covered with the oil but he's a big believe in safe over sorry.
"What are you doing?" Kyuhyun pouts, shifting his hips restlessly and running his hands down his thighs without touching himself in a gesture that eloquently frames his engorged cock and illustrates his frustration. "Please, Heenim, don't keep me waiting like this. I don't care if it hurts," he adds, falling back against the pillows and gazing at Heechul with such a burning look in his dark eyes that when Heechul peeks up, he wonders why he doesn't spontaneously combust.
"Trust me, I said. You'll like this, aegi, I promise," Heechul answers, trying to conceal the way his lover's movements and words inflame him. Satisfied that the oil is safe for its intended purpose, he pours a small puddle in his hands and rubs them together, coating his hands and fingers. Then, lifting up on his knees, he slips a finger into himself.
Kyuhyun is watching Heechul with a heavy lidded gaze, wondering to himself in a feverish sort of way what would happen if he just pounced the older man and ...and... but he loses his train of thought as the older man slicks up his fingers and brings his hand behind himself. In a few moments, seeing the half pained, half ecstatic look on Heechul's face, he begins to catch on and swallows hard.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Kyuhyun asks, his voice a bit strangled.
Not answering right away, Heechul concentrates on slip that finger into himself as far as it will go then pulls his hand back to add a second, his head lolling back on his shoulders. "Ohhh...um....what do you think I'm doing?" Heechul pants, aware that he must look a bit whorish at this point to Kyuhyun but he pushes the worry out of his mind.
Kyuhyun shivers all over, goose bumps standing out on his arms and chest. "I think your fingers are inside you," he says bluntly and shifts, wanting to see those slender fingers disappearing into his lover's body for himself. "I think you're going to ride me and I think my brain is going to explode," he goes on and reaches for the oil. "You are so beautiful," Kyuhyun adds.
"Oh God," Heechul gasps, half moaning as he gets those two fingers in, in just the right way to make his nerves spark with brain melting pleasure. "I hope...I hope...you don't think this is...too....sluttish," he stutters, then falls completely silent in shock when Kyuhyun's slick fingertip circles around his stretched ring of muscle and the two fingers moving slowly inside his body.
"How could this be anything but so fucking hot it's burning my nerves," Kyuhyun responds and slips his own larger finger inside Heechul's body alongside his lover's own. "Is this what I should do?" he asks after a brief pause to wrap a steadying arm around Heechul's body when it seems he's about to fall over. "Tell me, Heenim, so I can do it to you next time. Get you all ready to take me inside you, to ride me, have me just as you like," he whispers urgently.
"Does it feel good, Heenim?" Kyuhyun continues, his lips close to Heechul's ear as Heechul pulls his own fingers free and whimpers harshly in the silence of their quiet room.
Heechul's mind is on the verge of frying, he can't quite believe this is Kyuhyun now slipping two fingers inside his hole and working them experimentally, slowly but firmly and pressing harder with each stroke. "Yes,..oh God yes, baby, feels so good," he mutters, shaking with surprise and pleasure and desire that seems to keep on rising higher and higher.
"Give me more, Kyu," he urges, squirming a little in Kyuhyun's embrace and praying that his lover doesn't change his mind at some point later this evening, about this situation. The younger man seems to hesitate just a breath too long so that Heechul's heart is pounding in his chest and he is biting hard in his own lip. Then that third long finger joins the other two and pushes deep enough, hard enough to brush that little spot inside him that sets off chains of sparks along Heechul's nerves.
"This, Heenim?" Kyu asks again, though he can see his lover is squirming, nearly writhing, then the small almost defenseless cry erupts from Heechul's mouth and Kyu feels the fire flicker over his own body as well. "Need you, can't wait any more, want you, love you," Kyu chants, giving Heechul's body one or two more twists of his fingers before pulling them free.
He reaches for the towel that got tangled beside them and wipes both their hands before falling back onto the sheets and arching his back invitingly. He's far too needy and aroused to care how this might look or to feel shame over his own desperation.
Heechul cries out in automatic and instinctive frustration when Kyuhyun removes his burning touch but he is immediately on the younger man, kissing him hard and scraping light pink lines with his nails over muscle and sinew. He straddles Kyuhyun's hips and reaches for his deliciously generous sized cock, giving it a few oil drenched strokes before he brings the tip to his opening.
Tossing sweat damp hair out of his eyes he gazes down at Kyuhyun. "I have to have you," he gasps, and yet even still waits for some sign of assent which is given by the way the younger man lifts himself towards Heechul.
"Fucking yes," Heechul growls and eases downwards bit by bit. His lids flutter closed and his whole body seems to go taut in the process.
"Oh my God," Kyuhyun cries out, his fists once again groping at the sheets tightly. Heenim is in charge here, running this experience but his body instinctively wants to drive up hard, as far and as deep into the tight slicked up constriction around the sensitive head of his cock as possible. He half whimpers, half snarls his wanton frenzy up at Heechul then cries out again. Heechul is moving so slowly, it's like torture and bliss all at the same time and his knuckles go white on either side of his straining hips.
"More, please...more," he hisses, skin flushed and eyes dark and hot with passion.
Heechul has seen and done a lot of things, but nothing, nothing compares to Kyuhyun's cock slipping into him as slowly as he can stand and watching his lover gasping and needing him this much. "You feel so ... nngh," Heechul manages, his stomach and thigh muscles tight as he lowers himself further and further. Impaling himself on Kyuhyun's cock is like a thousand fantasies all compressed into this one feverish moment. "W-wait....aegi," he adds, hands slipping down to press down on Kyuhyun's hips, holding him still.
"Need....need...," Kyuhyun can't get the words out, and simply gazes up at Heechul hungrily, beginning to tremble and sweat with the passion devouring his senses. Heechul's hands on his hips seem almost cruel and yet so sexy that his toes curl against the sheets. Unless he wants to fight his lover, he can do nothing but wait and throb and need. Every moment, Heechul slips down a little further and Kyuhyun wants to scream it feels so wickedly good and yet not enough, not nearly enough for the white fire sizzling over his nerves.
Unable to stand the slow process another second, Heechul gathers his breath and jerks his body down the last distance to get Kyuhyun's cock inside him as deeply as possible. He cries out, the intensity of the sensation almost unbearable. Kyuhyun's hips involuntarily fight his hands and he tightens his grip, nails digging into Kyuhyun's skin. "Wait, Kyu, just...wait," he urges, then tries a liquid hip swivel that sends hot pleasure flaring up his spine and into his own hard length.
Heechul takes Kyuhyun's hand in his and guides it to his cock, moaning in full throated delight as the large hand and long fingers begin to stroke and squeeze.
"Heenim..." Kyuhyun gets out, bending his knees a little and using the leverage for a small press upwards of his hips. The feeling the movement evokes is almost mind-bending and he repeats it, obediently curling his fingers around Heechul's cock to stroke him. "Move," he orders, the word devolving into a whimper. "Heenim..."
Kyuhyun's muscles are tight with tension, his head thrown back on the pillows, every inch of him seeming to display his state of ferocious excitement.
Dark eyes gone nearly black take in the view with a heavy lidded gaze and Heechul begins to move, lifting slowly upwards and waiting until Kyuhyun makes a broken, pleading noise then pushing downwards again hard. It's almost impossible to think, to consider when voluptuous sensations are flooding Heechul's brain and his rhythm speeds up. "Fuck..." Heechul breathes, "you are unbelievable. So good, so mine...so..." he breaks off to lean over Kyuhyun and leave a bruise from teeth and lips and tongue on Kyuhyun's chest, just above one nipple.
Any second now, Kyuhyun knows he's going to lose whatever he might call his mind. Nothing he ever dared fantasize or imagine comes close to the way this feels. His muscles are spasming, twisting, the fresh pain of Heechul's teeth so sweet against the ecstasy swamping him. He can't think, can barely speak, just a low groaning croak that mingles with the higher whimper that he doesn't quite believe is coming from his throat. He jerks his hips upward, harder, faster, reaching to pull Heechul's body to his in a primal grind. Want, need, must have is devouring him and Kyuhyun can't bear it.
Heechul shivers, his own passion driving him as hard as Kyuhyun's is driving him. He doesn't resist the sudden bruising grip on his hips, letting his lover pull him closer, clamping them together - only to pull away and repeat the process until they are slamming together with bruising force. There's no pain though, other than the pain of the twisting, spiraling flames of pure lust in his gut. Heechul once again guides Kyuhyun's hand wrapped around his cock, faster, while his muscles spasm. Any second now he's going to fall off the edge of the world and Heechul won't stop that for anything.
"Heenim!" Kyuhyun cries out, his usual smooth tones harsh and yet voluptuous. His world has shrunk until only the two of them exist in it, and the only purpose in that world is the rhythm thrusting them together in waves of steamy bliss. That world is about to explode and he must, must, must have that conflagration. He opens his mouth to call Heechul's name, to tell him something, that he can't stand this burn any longer and then the snapping release washes over him, pulsing furiously within his lover and whatever comes out of his mouth is incoherent and absolutely filthy because this is too sinful, too insanely good for anything else.
Watching Kyuhyun is again a revelation to Heechul. Kyuhyun lets go of everything in these moments of their sensuous intimacy and the sheer wanton beauty of it is devastating. Heechul shudders, Kyuhyun's hand around him combined with the way their near-violent joining keeps stroking the perfect spot inside him is suddenly too much for his senses to handle. The overload sends him into spasms of climax, spilling himself over Kyuhyun's hand and torso in sumptuous near-sobbing twitches. He shouts roughly, Kyuhyun's name sliding off his lips like something sweet and decadent.
For a while, neither of them can do anything but pant and gasp for breath while quaking aftershocks wrack both sweat damp and flushed men. Heechul braces himself with one hand on the mattress, body hanging low over Kyuhyun's while the younger man shakily uses his clean hand to help Heechul keep from collapsing. Some semblance of brain power allows Kyuhyun to grope for that towel he thought would come in handy and he makes a sloppy job out of drying his hand and body before reaching his arms around Heechul.
"Come here, darling," he whispers hoarsely, and hisses as their bodies slip apart from one another, sighing at the odd feeling of loss.
Heechul drops to one side of Kyuhyun's body and wraps himself around the younger man, clinging unashamedly. He can't remember ever feeling so completely satiated by another lover, or so completely bound to one. "Love you, sweetheart," he mutters, his voice hoarse too.
Kyuhyun purrs at being wrapped so thoroughly in Heechul's embrace, tossing the towel to the floor for later cleaning and tucking them both deeper under the covers. He cuddles closer into the slender arms and legs draped over him and kisses Heechul's cheek and brow. "Love you," he answers, noticing how both of them are still slightly shaking, their intimacy too intense to be forgotten lightly.
Pairing: Heechul/Kyuhyun
Length: 3588
Genre: Sex/Romance/Fluff
Rating: NC17
Summary: Alone in their room, Kyuhyun and Heechul do what lovers do.
A/N: I'm informed that aegi is a slang word that correlates to baby so er...yeah
Other A/N This directly follows after the previous chapter, as most of them do.
Kyuhyun obeys Heechul's beckon, carefully lowering himself over the older man and keeping some of his weight on his elbows to keep from smothering him. Their bodies seem to brush together in just the perfect way and suddenly the laughter is gone as ardor sweeps over him. He stares at Heechul's face as if to absorb every minute detail of his expression and appearance. From the slightly damp strands of expertly cut dark hair to the wide and slowly dilating eyes staring back at him to the shape of Heechul's nose down to pouty lips and small pointed chin, his gaze sweeps back and forth as if the picture before him may disappear.
"You're staring," Heechul points out after a moment's silence, his cheekbones beginning to glow with a peachy flush. "Have I got something on my face," Heechul asks and turns his head to one side, as if he's not able to sustain the fever behind Kyuhyun's stare.
Kyuhyun merely lowers his head and kisses one blushing cheek. "You mesmerise me," he declares softly and sighs, his lips wandering down to the corner of Heechul's mouth. "You have no idea how you kill me just being you...and I mean that in a good way," Kyuhyun says.
"Kyu," Heechul sighs and slides one bare foot along Kyuhyun's calf then up so that his leg drapes languidly over Kyuhyun's hip. "I want you," he says in a quiet tone that's more effective than a shout. "I'm doing my best not to be an inconsiderate buffoon but I want you so much...," he arches his hips as he speaks, reminding Kyuhyun very firmly that both of them have been in varying states of arousal for what seems like a very long time.
Kyuhyun's breath hitches in his lungs and he hurries to press himself further into the space made for his hips between Heechul's legs, gasping at the sensations this creates inside him. He smiles down at the older man and brushes the dark hair back from Heechul's face. "What would you like me to do about that?" Kyuhyun asks with a sultry smile.
Heechul moans a little, tilting his head back and using the heel of his bare foot low on Kyuhyun's back to push/pull the younger man closer against himself. He grins slowly back at his lover and purrs, "Think you're up to fucking me, baby?".
Kyuhyun shivers which causes Heechul's grin to grow more towards a smirk. "Are you sure you want that," Kyuhyun says, clearing his throat and reaching over to pinch one of Heechul's nipple, eyes sparking at the little yip Heechul gives out at the sensation. "I mean, I only know in theory what to do...I don't want to hurt you," he adds, and his cheeks flush with deep pink color. He drops his head into the crook of Heechul's shoulder and kisses the smooth skin there.
"If you hurt me, I will have to send my minions to kill you," Heechul intones, pausing a few beats before tugging at Kyuhyun's curls and slipping a hand under his jaw so that the younger man has to look him in the eye. "Don't be ridiculous, sometimes pain is a necessary part of pleasure. You should know after all."
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes at the possessive, passionate look in Heechul's eyes, lit by just a touch of that trademark smirk. "Yes, yes, Heenim. My ass and thighs are reminding me of this very fact as we speak. I'm not sure I can handle the strain," he says, doing his best to act a little pathetic and wounded. He pouts, pushing his lips out and cuddles closer into Heechul's body again, making a deep purring noise as their bodies brush together.
There's a brief pause and then Heechul is gently petting both hands down Kyuhyun's back in soothing gestures. "Awww, my Kyu-baby. I'm sorry I hurt you," he murmurs in the sweetest possible tone. Then Heechul pushes, and though it would seem that Heechul is slighter and frail, he pushes rather effectively, and manages to flip them both over so that he's laying over Kyuhyun. "Poor, poor baby," Heechul says, peppering kisses all over Kyuhyun's face and neck before sitting up, straddling Kyuhyun's hips and giving him a firm poke in the belly.
"You are such a faker," Heechul says and laughs. "I've taught you well, I see."
Unrepentant, Kyuhyun smiles up at Heechul and spreads his arms out to either side of him across the sheets and pillows. "It got you where I want you," he answers. "If you want me, you should take me, Heenim. I'm all yours." He watches Heechul's face, thinking that he could never really tire of the expressive eyes, the beautiful fine boned face he's looking at.
"I really shouldn't," Heechul says slowly, his fingertips trailing up the inside of Kyuhyun's thigh, then following the crease to his swollen balls and then up to wrap ever so carefully around the younger man's straining erection. "You'll be walking like an old man if I do," he goes on, beginning to stroke the still oil slicked length in his fist. "And we have an appearance tomorrow, I think."
Kyuhyun's eyelids flutter and he closes them, his muscles tensing bit by bit as the warm knowing hand continues the slow seductive route up and down. "Ohhh, Heenim," he moans and his own hands begin to gather up folds of sheets and blankets beneath in curling fists. "That feels so...I want you..never thought I'd be so...mmmm...so strung out on another person...," he's talking, barely registering what he's saying because all he's really thinking about is Heechul's touch and Heechul's body and the blinding pleasure of being joined to the older man, invaded by him. "Please, Heenim?" he asks after a silence filled with a rising heat that forces his hips to push upwards, so that his cock moves faster through the warm curl of his lover's fist.
Heechul watches Kyuhyun as if he can't bear to miss a single detail of his lover's escalating passion. The strain of taut muscles under the smooth thighs and biceps, the ripple of abdominals as hips rise and fall, the way Kyuhyun licks his lips and turns his head from side to side - every response is something Heechul is greedy to see, aware that only he is allowed to see the younger man this way. The knowledge only makes the experience that more erotic. "You make it hard to say no to you, baby," Heechul rasps at last, his own cock seemingly hard as an iron bar and seeping with moisture as he watches Kyuhyun's responses.
"Then don't, just...oh don't," Kyuhyun answers, his chest rising and falling with quickened breathing and his little coppery nipples gone tight with desire. "Need you, Heenim...want you, love you...God, want you." He reaches for Heechul as if to pull him closer, persuade him but Heechul evades him much to his frustration.
"I have an idea," Heechul says suddenly and leans down to trace the shape of Kyuhyun's lips with his own, being careful to keep their bodies apart as he slips his tongue past Kyuhyun's teeth and kisses him fiercely, almost roughly, tangling their tongues together and barely letting up for a breath of air. They kiss over and over again, eating at each other's mouths with tongue and teeth.
Kyuhyun reaches up to pull Heechul closer, sliding his fingers through the other's dark hair and down his back but before he can yank the older man tight against himself, his wrists are caught and pushed firmly down to the pillows. "No, Kyuhyun," Heechul says, orders really, tilting his head to slide his tongue along the shape of his lover's jaw bone. "I'll take care of you," Heechul whispers then pulls away.
"Come back here," Kyuhyun snaps, frustration and desire making his voice rough and he half sits up on his elbows to give Heechul a pouty glare. "I need you, Heenim," he adds, licking kiss reddened lips where he thinks he can still taste Heechul's lips.
"I know," Heechul smiles sweetly and rummages amongst the covers til he comes up with the bottle of oil that Kyuhyun was using earlier. "Trust me," he says, pausing to read the label on the bottle to make sure it doesn't have contents like say bergamot or cinnamon which would not be conducive to what he has in mind. He doesn't think it does since Kyuhyun's cock was already thoroughly covered with the oil but he's a big believe in safe over sorry.
"What are you doing?" Kyuhyun pouts, shifting his hips restlessly and running his hands down his thighs without touching himself in a gesture that eloquently frames his engorged cock and illustrates his frustration. "Please, Heenim, don't keep me waiting like this. I don't care if it hurts," he adds, falling back against the pillows and gazing at Heechul with such a burning look in his dark eyes that when Heechul peeks up, he wonders why he doesn't spontaneously combust.
"Trust me, I said. You'll like this, aegi, I promise," Heechul answers, trying to conceal the way his lover's movements and words inflame him. Satisfied that the oil is safe for its intended purpose, he pours a small puddle in his hands and rubs them together, coating his hands and fingers. Then, lifting up on his knees, he slips a finger into himself.
Kyuhyun is watching Heechul with a heavy lidded gaze, wondering to himself in a feverish sort of way what would happen if he just pounced the older man and ...and... but he loses his train of thought as the older man slicks up his fingers and brings his hand behind himself. In a few moments, seeing the half pained, half ecstatic look on Heechul's face, he begins to catch on and swallows hard.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Kyuhyun asks, his voice a bit strangled.
Not answering right away, Heechul concentrates on slip that finger into himself as far as it will go then pulls his hand back to add a second, his head lolling back on his shoulders. "Ohhh...um....what do you think I'm doing?" Heechul pants, aware that he must look a bit whorish at this point to Kyuhyun but he pushes the worry out of his mind.
Kyuhyun shivers all over, goose bumps standing out on his arms and chest. "I think your fingers are inside you," he says bluntly and shifts, wanting to see those slender fingers disappearing into his lover's body for himself. "I think you're going to ride me and I think my brain is going to explode," he goes on and reaches for the oil. "You are so beautiful," Kyuhyun adds.
"Oh God," Heechul gasps, half moaning as he gets those two fingers in, in just the right way to make his nerves spark with brain melting pleasure. "I hope...I hope...you don't think this is...too....sluttish," he stutters, then falls completely silent in shock when Kyuhyun's slick fingertip circles around his stretched ring of muscle and the two fingers moving slowly inside his body.
"How could this be anything but so fucking hot it's burning my nerves," Kyuhyun responds and slips his own larger finger inside Heechul's body alongside his lover's own. "Is this what I should do?" he asks after a brief pause to wrap a steadying arm around Heechul's body when it seems he's about to fall over. "Tell me, Heenim, so I can do it to you next time. Get you all ready to take me inside you, to ride me, have me just as you like," he whispers urgently.
"Does it feel good, Heenim?" Kyuhyun continues, his lips close to Heechul's ear as Heechul pulls his own fingers free and whimpers harshly in the silence of their quiet room.
Heechul's mind is on the verge of frying, he can't quite believe this is Kyuhyun now slipping two fingers inside his hole and working them experimentally, slowly but firmly and pressing harder with each stroke. "Yes,..oh God yes, baby, feels so good," he mutters, shaking with surprise and pleasure and desire that seems to keep on rising higher and higher.
"Give me more, Kyu," he urges, squirming a little in Kyuhyun's embrace and praying that his lover doesn't change his mind at some point later this evening, about this situation. The younger man seems to hesitate just a breath too long so that Heechul's heart is pounding in his chest and he is biting hard in his own lip. Then that third long finger joins the other two and pushes deep enough, hard enough to brush that little spot inside him that sets off chains of sparks along Heechul's nerves.
"This, Heenim?" Kyu asks again, though he can see his lover is squirming, nearly writhing, then the small almost defenseless cry erupts from Heechul's mouth and Kyu feels the fire flicker over his own body as well. "Need you, can't wait any more, want you, love you," Kyu chants, giving Heechul's body one or two more twists of his fingers before pulling them free.
He reaches for the towel that got tangled beside them and wipes both their hands before falling back onto the sheets and arching his back invitingly. He's far too needy and aroused to care how this might look or to feel shame over his own desperation.
Heechul cries out in automatic and instinctive frustration when Kyuhyun removes his burning touch but he is immediately on the younger man, kissing him hard and scraping light pink lines with his nails over muscle and sinew. He straddles Kyuhyun's hips and reaches for his deliciously generous sized cock, giving it a few oil drenched strokes before he brings the tip to his opening.
Tossing sweat damp hair out of his eyes he gazes down at Kyuhyun. "I have to have you," he gasps, and yet even still waits for some sign of assent which is given by the way the younger man lifts himself towards Heechul.
"Fucking yes," Heechul growls and eases downwards bit by bit. His lids flutter closed and his whole body seems to go taut in the process.
"Oh my God," Kyuhyun cries out, his fists once again groping at the sheets tightly. Heenim is in charge here, running this experience but his body instinctively wants to drive up hard, as far and as deep into the tight slicked up constriction around the sensitive head of his cock as possible. He half whimpers, half snarls his wanton frenzy up at Heechul then cries out again. Heechul is moving so slowly, it's like torture and bliss all at the same time and his knuckles go white on either side of his straining hips.
"More, please...more," he hisses, skin flushed and eyes dark and hot with passion.
Heechul has seen and done a lot of things, but nothing, nothing compares to Kyuhyun's cock slipping into him as slowly as he can stand and watching his lover gasping and needing him this much. "You feel so ... nngh," Heechul manages, his stomach and thigh muscles tight as he lowers himself further and further. Impaling himself on Kyuhyun's cock is like a thousand fantasies all compressed into this one feverish moment. "W-wait....aegi," he adds, hands slipping down to press down on Kyuhyun's hips, holding him still.
"Need....need...," Kyuhyun can't get the words out, and simply gazes up at Heechul hungrily, beginning to tremble and sweat with the passion devouring his senses. Heechul's hands on his hips seem almost cruel and yet so sexy that his toes curl against the sheets. Unless he wants to fight his lover, he can do nothing but wait and throb and need. Every moment, Heechul slips down a little further and Kyuhyun wants to scream it feels so wickedly good and yet not enough, not nearly enough for the white fire sizzling over his nerves.
Unable to stand the slow process another second, Heechul gathers his breath and jerks his body down the last distance to get Kyuhyun's cock inside him as deeply as possible. He cries out, the intensity of the sensation almost unbearable. Kyuhyun's hips involuntarily fight his hands and he tightens his grip, nails digging into Kyuhyun's skin. "Wait, Kyu, just...wait," he urges, then tries a liquid hip swivel that sends hot pleasure flaring up his spine and into his own hard length.
Heechul takes Kyuhyun's hand in his and guides it to his cock, moaning in full throated delight as the large hand and long fingers begin to stroke and squeeze.
"Heenim..." Kyuhyun gets out, bending his knees a little and using the leverage for a small press upwards of his hips. The feeling the movement evokes is almost mind-bending and he repeats it, obediently curling his fingers around Heechul's cock to stroke him. "Move," he orders, the word devolving into a whimper. "Heenim..."
Kyuhyun's muscles are tight with tension, his head thrown back on the pillows, every inch of him seeming to display his state of ferocious excitement.
Dark eyes gone nearly black take in the view with a heavy lidded gaze and Heechul begins to move, lifting slowly upwards and waiting until Kyuhyun makes a broken, pleading noise then pushing downwards again hard. It's almost impossible to think, to consider when voluptuous sensations are flooding Heechul's brain and his rhythm speeds up. "Fuck..." Heechul breathes, "you are unbelievable. So good, so mine...so..." he breaks off to lean over Kyuhyun and leave a bruise from teeth and lips and tongue on Kyuhyun's chest, just above one nipple.
Any second now, Kyuhyun knows he's going to lose whatever he might call his mind. Nothing he ever dared fantasize or imagine comes close to the way this feels. His muscles are spasming, twisting, the fresh pain of Heechul's teeth so sweet against the ecstasy swamping him. He can't think, can barely speak, just a low groaning croak that mingles with the higher whimper that he doesn't quite believe is coming from his throat. He jerks his hips upward, harder, faster, reaching to pull Heechul's body to his in a primal grind. Want, need, must have is devouring him and Kyuhyun can't bear it.
Heechul shivers, his own passion driving him as hard as Kyuhyun's is driving him. He doesn't resist the sudden bruising grip on his hips, letting his lover pull him closer, clamping them together - only to pull away and repeat the process until they are slamming together with bruising force. There's no pain though, other than the pain of the twisting, spiraling flames of pure lust in his gut. Heechul once again guides Kyuhyun's hand wrapped around his cock, faster, while his muscles spasm. Any second now he's going to fall off the edge of the world and Heechul won't stop that for anything.
"Heenim!" Kyuhyun cries out, his usual smooth tones harsh and yet voluptuous. His world has shrunk until only the two of them exist in it, and the only purpose in that world is the rhythm thrusting them together in waves of steamy bliss. That world is about to explode and he must, must, must have that conflagration. He opens his mouth to call Heechul's name, to tell him something, that he can't stand this burn any longer and then the snapping release washes over him, pulsing furiously within his lover and whatever comes out of his mouth is incoherent and absolutely filthy because this is too sinful, too insanely good for anything else.
Watching Kyuhyun is again a revelation to Heechul. Kyuhyun lets go of everything in these moments of their sensuous intimacy and the sheer wanton beauty of it is devastating. Heechul shudders, Kyuhyun's hand around him combined with the way their near-violent joining keeps stroking the perfect spot inside him is suddenly too much for his senses to handle. The overload sends him into spasms of climax, spilling himself over Kyuhyun's hand and torso in sumptuous near-sobbing twitches. He shouts roughly, Kyuhyun's name sliding off his lips like something sweet and decadent.
For a while, neither of them can do anything but pant and gasp for breath while quaking aftershocks wrack both sweat damp and flushed men. Heechul braces himself with one hand on the mattress, body hanging low over Kyuhyun's while the younger man shakily uses his clean hand to help Heechul keep from collapsing. Some semblance of brain power allows Kyuhyun to grope for that towel he thought would come in handy and he makes a sloppy job out of drying his hand and body before reaching his arms around Heechul.
"Come here, darling," he whispers hoarsely, and hisses as their bodies slip apart from one another, sighing at the odd feeling of loss.
Heechul drops to one side of Kyuhyun's body and wraps himself around the younger man, clinging unashamedly. He can't remember ever feeling so completely satiated by another lover, or so completely bound to one. "Love you, sweetheart," he mutters, his voice hoarse too.
Kyuhyun purrs at being wrapped so thoroughly in Heechul's embrace, tossing the towel to the floor for later cleaning and tucking them both deeper under the covers. He cuddles closer into the slender arms and legs draped over him and kisses Heechul's cheek and brow. "Love you," he answers, noticing how both of them are still slightly shaking, their intimacy too intense to be forgotten lightly.