Burning Down The House - a moment out of moments
Title: Burning Down The House - a moment out of moments
Pairing: Heechul/Kyuhyun
Length: 3766
Genre: Sex/Romance
Rating: NC17
Summary: Following THIS KyuHyun really can't take it any more. Partly inspired by this pic.
Author's Note: Another slightly FUTURE!fic for the Moments Series For new readers this can stand alone as a pwp as well, you don't need to read the other chapters in this series to get it.
Warnings: You know, I never really know what to warn for cause everybody's on a different squick level. So, um, biting, bruising, wall!sex, shades of D/s, spit for lube, no condoms, pseudo bondage - addicterated is a hopeless pervette? And yes, I am hopeless at titles, lol.
Disclaimer: Here is my Disclaimer of Doom.
KyuHyun is almost never the aggressor in their relationship, HeeChul reflects somewhat distantly as he finds himself unceremoniously shoved up against the wall of their bedroom with the door kicked closed haphazardly. He gasps sharply as his wrists are held in one of KyuHyun's long fingered hands above his head while the other hand sweeps down HeeChul's white clad body in a possessive glide that ends in a soft squeeze against his crotch.
"K-Kyu," HeeChul stutters, tipping his head back against the wall and not even trying to suppress his instinctive jerk of hips into his boyfriend's frame crowding him into the wall.
"You've been driving me crazy all night long," KyuHyun states, enunciating with care while he buries his face in the crook of HeeChul's neck and drags in the scent of his lover's expensive cologne, mingled with his special body scent and the faint tang of fine materials and sweat. The three together are as potent as an aphrodisiac at this point and he growls wordlessly deep in his chest.
"What are you talking about?" HeeChul demands though at this point, anything that gets KyuHyun this riled up is a good thing in his book. He tugs a bit at the hand binding his wrists and shivers when the grip tightens to the point of bruising, shamelessly grinding his hips against KyuHyun's and moaning when the friction sends a wave of near-desperate want through him.
KyuHyun uses his free hand to shove the white jacket half off HeeChul's shoulder and bares his teeth. "I could eat you," he mutters, searching for some method of expressing the savage urges tumbling through his mind and body. "All you have to do is stand there in those sunglasses with that pretty little half smirk on your face and I get so fucking hard," he adds, as if accusing HeeChul of something. He tilts back briefly to slide his hand down the outside of HeeChul's thigh then jerks it up to rest against his hip, his own thigh nudging in between his lover's legs.
HeeChul twists, instantly offering his shoulder and neck and any other part of his body that KyuHyun may want to nibble on. His pulse is beating frantically, almost palpably in his wrists and throat, breath coming in quick paced pants. He rolls his hips upwards, again and again, jamming his pelvis in against KyuHyun's without a second's hesitation. "KyuHyun," he hisses, not sure what he wants to say other than needing the sound of the younger man's name on his lips.
"Yes...say my name," KyuHyun urges, finally letting go of HeeChul's wrists but only so he can smooth both hands over HeeChul's hips and force them as close as possible against his own. He pulls back and then crushes HeeChul into the wall that much harder, fingers sifting beneath the sweat damp and clinging folds of HeeChul's tee shirt to scrape over smooth skin.
HeeChul tries to oblige but the syllables tangle in his throat. His fingers immediately slither into KyuHyun's hair and draw KyuHyun's lips back to his own. He sucks with avid craving on KyuHyun's tongue then purrs with pleasure when his lover moans into their kiss. The embrace is rough enough to leave bruises but neither of them is willing to pull away or let up by so much as a centimeter.
KyuHyun pulls back long enough to struggle his way out of his jacket and then the sweat soaked and limp tee under it, dumping them both on the floor without a second's thought for the fine tailoring. Bare chested he shoves his hair out of his eyes and pauses to admire HeeChul with carnal appreciation. He licks his lips and moves back towards HeeChul and plants his hands on either side of the older man's head against the wall. "You ought to be illegal, baby," he says, the words rolling out low from his chest.
HeeChul just lays against the wall, panting, not sure how his legs are still holding him up. His eyes are all for KyuHyun, his glazed stare traveling with exquisite care from kiss-reddened lips to darkened chocolate eyes to the shape of jaw and cheekbone then down the arched throat to trail against perfect collarbones and then down the toned lines of KyuHyun's chest to where the barrier of his pants begins low on his hips. HeeChul's teeth drag against his own lip and he sighs, lids falling half closed as his cock twitches, straining against his trousers.
"I know you're illegal," he answers after a long pause. "You look like a walking, talking sex dream right now." HeeChul wants to struggle out of his own clothes but it seems more important to stay right where his lover put him so he leans and waits and almost prays for KyuHyun to make another move.
KyuHyun tilts his head and a smirk crosses his face before he presses himself with infinite care against HeeChul's body, fitting them together from shoulder to thigh. "Do I give you wet dreams, Heenim?" he asks against the older man's ear, warm moist breath sizzling across the nerves there before he drags at the velvet lobe with teeth that are just this side of harsh. Then the bites he's been putting off fall, each one down HeeChul's throat and along the top of his shoulder carefully placed and he presses his teeth into flesh until he hears the hitched moan that comes out of his lover's mouth before moving on to the next bite.
By the time KyuHyun has reached as far as the jacket still draped and rucked up around HeeChul's elbows will allow, slim hips are grinding into his own in quick jerking swivels that force their two restrained cocks into frustrating friction. The pleasure of that constant near-frenzied rhythm seems somehow forbidden, and that feeling only heightens the excitement.
HeeChul is bound now by the folds of his jacket, and by the hard pressure of KyuHyun's body crowding him into the wall. There's no place to go and his senses are enthralled to the point of utter avarice by each movement and breath that KyuHyun takes. He's almost whimpering now, a high breathless sound of sensual starvation mingled with bliss. Anxious hands open and close spasmodically, the tangled jacket keeping HeeChul from scraping and scratching at KyuHyun the way he longs to do.
HeeChul's zipper rasping and the loosening of his pants comes as a relief and a shock all at once, but HeeChul opts for relief - going still to allow KyuHyun's fingers to finish the job of getting him free of the clinging trousers. Of course the younger man seems determined to draw everything out to the point of actual agony and HeeChul twitches fretfully until long fingers dip past the folds of damp underwear to curl firmly around his cock. He lifts up on his toes at that point, whining harshly at the blessed stimulation.
KyuHyun can't take his eyes off of HeeChul, the dark waves tumbled around the sharp features, the flushed cheeks and glistening lips and the slim body drawn taut as a bow string with the passion that simmers always just beneath the surface. His hand works HeeChul's cock slowly and he leans forward to kiss the sensuous wails right off HeeChul's mouth, tongue seeking inside as if he can capture the sound and feed on it.
"Feel good?" he asks softly, tugging at HeeChul's bottom lip with careful teeth as he slips his leg in between his boyfriend's thighs and begins laying more bites down over the other smooth shoulder. KyuHyun feels himself throb and twitch with his own heartbeat, almost in time with the way HeeChul's body rolls and swivels against his own. His hunger has diminished not one iota, if anything the lust searing his nerves is multipled just feeling and watching HeeChul come undone by increments.
HeeChul doesn't bother answering, KyuHyun can tell perfectly well what that agonisingly slow jerk is doing to him. Brokenly he swears at KyuHyun, promising him dire retribution for every second that goes by. He could try to hurry the younger man up in his caresses but chances are that would just slow things down further. KyuHyun is a born cock tease and HeeChul hates to think about how much he loves that fact. He shudders against the wall, letting himself rub shamelessly against KyuHyun's hard body and the muscular thigh crowding him still further into the wall.
By this time he's covered with bite marks on neck and shoulders and each one leaves a residual burn on his skin, piled atop one another so that he's almost high on the rush of endorphins mingled with the desire twisting his guts in knots. HeeChul grinds his teeth and keeps rubbing into KyuHyun's body and hand. There's almost something sacrificial about the way this feels to him, pinned and bound and helpless to resist his lover's teasing.
Pulling back keeps getting more and more difficult but KyuHyun manages to peel himself off of HeeChul, despite the protesting curses that fall from the older man's lips. He slides to the floor, deftly working HeeChul's shoes, trousers and underwear loose, releasing the hard erection for the time it takes to do so. Despite the frenzy gradually rising to unbearable proportions in the back of his mind, KyuHyun takes his time. He lets warm breath drift across HeeChul's cock and watches with fascinated absorption when HeeChul hisses and gasps.
He begins to lay the softest of kisses over HeeChul's hip bones, down his thighs, across his stomach while carefully avoiding his lover's throbbing erection. Only hot moist breath touches HeeChul's cock and KuHyun is even more fascinated with the eroticism of the moment. He can hear HeeChul swearing and panting but the sounds are at a distance almost.
"Damn it, KyuHyun, more...more..." HeeChul demands, driven into hoarse speech by the lingering tease of a kiss that is not a kiss. He glances down and finds himself riveted on the sight of KyuHyun's red, spit slick lips pursed to blow more warm air across HeeChul's cock. The picture is immediately and permanently engraved on his retinas and all he can do is nearly sob with wanting. The damned jacket still enfolds his arms at the elbows leaving him incapable of forcing that pretty mouth over his cock.
He jerks at the jacket sleeves roughly but the tailoring is impeccable and the seamstresses are not careless. HeeChul swears again at KyuHyun's diabolical cleverness and begins to pray that KyuHyun intends to do more than just play with him. His prayers are answered when KyuHyun's wicked tongue glides across the head of HeeChul's cock, slicking up droplets of pre-come there. HeeChul's hands curl into fists and his whole being seems to fasten on that singular burning sensation for endless seconds.
KyuHyun purrs at the taste of HeeChul's most potent desires, and then pulls away rising to his feet to hurriedly shed the rest of his own clothes. It's hard to resist the alluring sound of frustration that HeeChul gives out as a result and KyuHyun turns back to his lover, pressing his naked body in against HeeChul's half naked one. "I love you like this," he breathes, tangling both hands in HeeChul's hair and tugging his head back so that their eyes meet. "I wish there was some way to keep you like this, starving for me, on the brink, so beautiful," he says roughly. "You got me so fucking hot tonight just sitting there like that...how can you do this to me?"
He's not really looking for an answer, pressing up to place a sweet kiss on HeeChul's parted lips before his fingers slide over and his index slips between those lips. KyuHyun's eyes are intensely dark, pupils blown as he watches HeeChul's cheeks hollow to take the single digit inside his mouth as far as possible. White teeth scrape against his own lower lip in counter point to the muscle spasm that sweeps across his belly and thighs in response to that sexual expression on HeeChul's face.
HeeChul feels a fine luscious tremor slide over him as he looks into KyuHyun's eyes. He doesn't need words or an explanation to know what KyuHyun has in mind, he can read it in those eyes. Trailing his tongue around the single finger in his mouth he sucks it again, then parts his lips to allow the second digit to enter his mouth as well. Leaning into the scant support of the wall behind him, HeeChul arches his back so the cup of his pelvis grinds hard into KyuHyun's while he makes a show out of sucking those fingers.
He pouts a little, lowering dark lashes over his eyes as the fingers are removed and he licks his lips. "You do it to me too," he whispers, gasping when his leg is hitched up against KyuHyun's hip and those damp fingers seem to unerringly find his opening. There's almost no preamble, KyuHyun pushes them in hard, firm and deep making HeeChul cry out on a near-weeping shriek of pleasure-pain that burns and sizzles up his spine.
Grinding his teeth against the urge to bite HeeChul again, at the flavor of something like savagery on his tongue - KyuHyun pauses with his fingers in his lover's quivering body. The lubrication is barely enough to keep him from doing real damage to HeeChul but KyuHyun feels the need to leave a thousand marks of mutual possession all over HeeChul for reasons he doesn't try too hard to define. He waits a moment, anticipation rolling through him like a thunderstorm ready to break and whispers sweet things in HeeChul's ear. Then his fingers move, pulling back then pushing in again harder, deeper, searching for the exact right spot that will transform pain into ecstasy.
"Love you," KyuHyun mutters harshly, then repeats it, forcing a third finger to fit beside the first two and wincing a little at HeeChul's cry. "I'm sorry," he adds, guilt stricken and yet driven. "Love you, love you." Fingertips crook and brush and HeeChul's slender body suddenly writhes against him as a whining moan tears out of the older man's throat.
HeeChul could have stopped KyuHyun if he wanted to but he doesn't want to, a primal urge driving him as much as it drives the younger man. Pain is somehow sweet in these endless moments when long fingers possess him, torment him, then suddenly cause a fiery light to go off at the base of his spine. Greed is a living thing now in HeeChul's body and he moans at the rich fever of that greed.
"Give it to me," he rasps, not sure whether he's ordering or begging and uncaring either way. All that matters is hunger, passion, need, not just words any more but a yawning black hole of desire for one person and one only. His bare toes curl, and the leg draped over KyuHyun's hip tightens to bring KyuHyun's body back into alignment with his. HeeChul sways letting KyuHyun take more of his weight.
KyuHyun brushes that spot once or twice more, each time dragging another helpless cry from HeeChul's lungs followed by that demand that he can't possibly resist. His fingers slip free of HeeChul's grasping heat and he positions himself with a shiver of anticipation. "Say it again," he murmurs against HeeChul's neck. "Say it again."
HeeChul wants very badly to murder KyuHyun right now, his sudden emptiness an anguish that twists his nerves tighter. Every second of waiting is one more second that he can't possibly live through. Jerking roughly, wordlessly in invitation, HeeChul gasps out the magic words. "Fuck me, damn you! Give it to me." It's not Shakespeare but it does the job.
"God!" KyuHyun doesn't ask for a third invitation, he drags in a rough breath and forces himself into HeeChul's tight hole. He winces as clenching muscles slowly give way, the pressure and drag almost painful to him as well. Pulling back he licks his palm and smears the saliva over his cock and pushes in again harder and trying not to hear HeeChul's high pitched whimper. At least not until the older man hitches his hips into KyuHyun's thrust in an unmistakeable enticement.
Dizzy and trembling, HeeChul wonders if he really is a masochist. The pain is like a fire rippling through his nerves but that doesn't stop him from also deriving intense pleasure out of KyuHun's forceful invasion. He's sobbing, there are tears on his cheeks and yet all he wants is more. Narrow hips swivel and jerk and for the hundredth time, HeeChul fights the confining jacket without success.
The tears on HeeChul's face, in his voice makes KyuHyun's guilt well up even stronger, as well as that savagery that seems to simmer underneath the surface. He licks HeeChul's cheek and tastes tears, forcing himself to pull back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers, fighting with himself.
"No, NO! Don't you dare stop!" HeeChul bursts out, a sob of feverish passion stuck in his throat. "Want you, love you, don't stop!" The plea is evident in the wrecked tone of voice if not the words and sleek muscle squeezes tight.
KyuHyun bites the inside of his own cheek, trying to think past the nerve endings sparking with fire. HeeChul is making it difficult with the curses and pleas spilling off his lips, with the clench of tight flesh over KyuHyun's cock until the younger man can't resist the provocation any longer. "Mine," he mutters suddenly and shoves his way back inside his lover's body, harder, deeper, faster. He is rewarded by a long, low voiced whimper and repeats the stroke.
In a moment, KyuHyun is moving hard enough, fast enough, deep enough to strike that exquisite little bundle of nerves over and over and over again until HeeChul is one step from delirium. There are tears spilling from his eyes but he doesn't even register them any longer as he is forced higher up the wall until KyuHyun pins HeeChul's hips to his own. HeeChul wraps his other leg around KyuHyun's hip and keens with flame-touched euphoria.
KyuHyun gropes for HeeChul's neglected cock and squeezes it firmly, kissing HeeChul hard to swallow the near-scream that follows. There's a roaring in his ears and a pounding in his brain that is irresistible. The driving rhythm seems to devour him and he moves harder, faster, jerking HeeChul almost roughly in the rush towards release.
HeeChul is eaten up with the lust driving him, wanton with it, kissing and licking at KyuHyun's mouth as if it were some sweet confection. KyuHyun's hips slam into his own again and again and the sense of being possessed, pinned, owned only adds to the crazed intoxication. He's close now, so very close and HeeChul strains for the release waiting to drown him.
Out of control is not a feeling that KyuHyun is much familiar with but thats the state he's in now. He's kissing HeeChul as if his life depends on it, continuing to force that rhythm at the same time. HeeChul is trembling in his arms, and KyuHyun feels the familiar sizzle of white heat at the base of his spine. He snaps his hips roughly and feels almost as much as hears HeeChul's cry. "Come on, Heenim, want to feel you come apart," he snarls, the words almost incoherent, his teeth again attacking the side of HeeChul's already bruised throat.
KyuHyun's voice is the most wrecked that HeeChul's ever heard it and the sound falls over him like a touch of raw silk, the last straw. HeeChul gathers in breath to scream but all that comes out are ragged whimpers instead. Hot, thick, pulses twist up through his body and erupt in sticky white spasms over KyuHyun's hand and both their stomachs. HeeChul's vision flickers and he sags into KyuHyun's crowding embrace.
KyuHyun is not flame proof and HeeChul's insistent convulsions have him grinding his teeth, his cock the lynch pin that holds HeeChul prisoner. Sweat pours over his naked body and blistering heat scalds his nerves. KyuHyun's breath stutters in his chest as it seems he is doomed to hover just on the edge of orgasm. He drags HeeChul over himself that much tighter, that much harder, ignoring the broken sound his lover makes. And then, finally, the deluge sweeps over him so that he cries out against HeeChul's throat, feeling every single heated quake and jerk separately, coming hard enough to make him see spots in front of tightly closed lids. He wraps his arms tightly around HeeChul, standing there for long minutes with his knees locked to keep them both from falling to the floor.
The next thing HeeChul is aware of aside from KyuHyun is when soft lips brush kisses over his tear stained cheeks and the younger man gently eases back a fraction. KyuHyun helps him ease his feet back to the floor and finally relieves him of the white jacket of bondage fuckery to toss it to the floor as they slip apart. "Kyu," HeeChul says, then has nowhere to go with that thought. Perhaps just saying the syllables is enough just now.
"Are you all right?" KyuHyun asks. Right now their bed seems like a million miles away and he knows HeeChul is no steadier on his feet, probably less steady in fact. He pets his hands over HeeChul's sweat damp skin in long caresses meant to soothe, he doesn't need HeeChul to tell him to know he's thoroughly bruised his boyfriend.
To his surprise, HeeChul flashes him a blinding white if exhausted smile. "Don't be stupid," HeeChul says, the smile transforming into a ghost of his familiar smirk. "Now help me to the bed so I can lay down and guilt you properly."
The order only makes KyuHyun laugh and he shakes his head, the two of them beginning a slow trek from the wall to the bed. When they reach the comfortable mattress, both of them collapse upon it with a combined groan of relief. The sheets and blankets are quickly pulled up around them and they lay together in a tangle of limbs. "Your turn next time," HeeChul announces, his voice drowsy. "Maybe I'll just handcuff you, it'd be easier."
KyuHyun blinks and picks his head up to study HeeChul's face but it seems as if his boyfriend is asleep, or doing a very good job of pretending. Muttering under his breath, KyuHyun cuddles closer and smiles, closing his eyes as well.
Pairing: Heechul/Kyuhyun
Length: 3766
Genre: Sex/Romance
Rating: NC17
Summary: Following THIS KyuHyun really can't take it any more. Partly inspired by this pic.
Author's Note: Another slightly FUTURE!fic for the Moments Series For new readers this can stand alone as a pwp as well, you don't need to read the other chapters in this series to get it.
Warnings: You know, I never really know what to warn for cause everybody's on a different squick level. So, um, biting, bruising, wall!sex, shades of D/s, spit for lube, no condoms, pseudo bondage - addicterated is a hopeless pervette? And yes, I am hopeless at titles, lol.
Disclaimer: Here is my Disclaimer of Doom.
KyuHyun is almost never the aggressor in their relationship, HeeChul reflects somewhat distantly as he finds himself unceremoniously shoved up against the wall of their bedroom with the door kicked closed haphazardly. He gasps sharply as his wrists are held in one of KyuHyun's long fingered hands above his head while the other hand sweeps down HeeChul's white clad body in a possessive glide that ends in a soft squeeze against his crotch.
"K-Kyu," HeeChul stutters, tipping his head back against the wall and not even trying to suppress his instinctive jerk of hips into his boyfriend's frame crowding him into the wall.
"You've been driving me crazy all night long," KyuHyun states, enunciating with care while he buries his face in the crook of HeeChul's neck and drags in the scent of his lover's expensive cologne, mingled with his special body scent and the faint tang of fine materials and sweat. The three together are as potent as an aphrodisiac at this point and he growls wordlessly deep in his chest.
"What are you talking about?" HeeChul demands though at this point, anything that gets KyuHyun this riled up is a good thing in his book. He tugs a bit at the hand binding his wrists and shivers when the grip tightens to the point of bruising, shamelessly grinding his hips against KyuHyun's and moaning when the friction sends a wave of near-desperate want through him.
KyuHyun uses his free hand to shove the white jacket half off HeeChul's shoulder and bares his teeth. "I could eat you," he mutters, searching for some method of expressing the savage urges tumbling through his mind and body. "All you have to do is stand there in those sunglasses with that pretty little half smirk on your face and I get so fucking hard," he adds, as if accusing HeeChul of something. He tilts back briefly to slide his hand down the outside of HeeChul's thigh then jerks it up to rest against his hip, his own thigh nudging in between his lover's legs.
HeeChul twists, instantly offering his shoulder and neck and any other part of his body that KyuHyun may want to nibble on. His pulse is beating frantically, almost palpably in his wrists and throat, breath coming in quick paced pants. He rolls his hips upwards, again and again, jamming his pelvis in against KyuHyun's without a second's hesitation. "KyuHyun," he hisses, not sure what he wants to say other than needing the sound of the younger man's name on his lips.
"Yes...say my name," KyuHyun urges, finally letting go of HeeChul's wrists but only so he can smooth both hands over HeeChul's hips and force them as close as possible against his own. He pulls back and then crushes HeeChul into the wall that much harder, fingers sifting beneath the sweat damp and clinging folds of HeeChul's tee shirt to scrape over smooth skin.
HeeChul tries to oblige but the syllables tangle in his throat. His fingers immediately slither into KyuHyun's hair and draw KyuHyun's lips back to his own. He sucks with avid craving on KyuHyun's tongue then purrs with pleasure when his lover moans into their kiss. The embrace is rough enough to leave bruises but neither of them is willing to pull away or let up by so much as a centimeter.
KyuHyun pulls back long enough to struggle his way out of his jacket and then the sweat soaked and limp tee under it, dumping them both on the floor without a second's thought for the fine tailoring. Bare chested he shoves his hair out of his eyes and pauses to admire HeeChul with carnal appreciation. He licks his lips and moves back towards HeeChul and plants his hands on either side of the older man's head against the wall. "You ought to be illegal, baby," he says, the words rolling out low from his chest.
HeeChul just lays against the wall, panting, not sure how his legs are still holding him up. His eyes are all for KyuHyun, his glazed stare traveling with exquisite care from kiss-reddened lips to darkened chocolate eyes to the shape of jaw and cheekbone then down the arched throat to trail against perfect collarbones and then down the toned lines of KyuHyun's chest to where the barrier of his pants begins low on his hips. HeeChul's teeth drag against his own lip and he sighs, lids falling half closed as his cock twitches, straining against his trousers.
"I know you're illegal," he answers after a long pause. "You look like a walking, talking sex dream right now." HeeChul wants to struggle out of his own clothes but it seems more important to stay right where his lover put him so he leans and waits and almost prays for KyuHyun to make another move.
KyuHyun tilts his head and a smirk crosses his face before he presses himself with infinite care against HeeChul's body, fitting them together from shoulder to thigh. "Do I give you wet dreams, Heenim?" he asks against the older man's ear, warm moist breath sizzling across the nerves there before he drags at the velvet lobe with teeth that are just this side of harsh. Then the bites he's been putting off fall, each one down HeeChul's throat and along the top of his shoulder carefully placed and he presses his teeth into flesh until he hears the hitched moan that comes out of his lover's mouth before moving on to the next bite.
By the time KyuHyun has reached as far as the jacket still draped and rucked up around HeeChul's elbows will allow, slim hips are grinding into his own in quick jerking swivels that force their two restrained cocks into frustrating friction. The pleasure of that constant near-frenzied rhythm seems somehow forbidden, and that feeling only heightens the excitement.
HeeChul is bound now by the folds of his jacket, and by the hard pressure of KyuHyun's body crowding him into the wall. There's no place to go and his senses are enthralled to the point of utter avarice by each movement and breath that KyuHyun takes. He's almost whimpering now, a high breathless sound of sensual starvation mingled with bliss. Anxious hands open and close spasmodically, the tangled jacket keeping HeeChul from scraping and scratching at KyuHyun the way he longs to do.
HeeChul's zipper rasping and the loosening of his pants comes as a relief and a shock all at once, but HeeChul opts for relief - going still to allow KyuHyun's fingers to finish the job of getting him free of the clinging trousers. Of course the younger man seems determined to draw everything out to the point of actual agony and HeeChul twitches fretfully until long fingers dip past the folds of damp underwear to curl firmly around his cock. He lifts up on his toes at that point, whining harshly at the blessed stimulation.
KyuHyun can't take his eyes off of HeeChul, the dark waves tumbled around the sharp features, the flushed cheeks and glistening lips and the slim body drawn taut as a bow string with the passion that simmers always just beneath the surface. His hand works HeeChul's cock slowly and he leans forward to kiss the sensuous wails right off HeeChul's mouth, tongue seeking inside as if he can capture the sound and feed on it.
"Feel good?" he asks softly, tugging at HeeChul's bottom lip with careful teeth as he slips his leg in between his boyfriend's thighs and begins laying more bites down over the other smooth shoulder. KyuHyun feels himself throb and twitch with his own heartbeat, almost in time with the way HeeChul's body rolls and swivels against his own. His hunger has diminished not one iota, if anything the lust searing his nerves is multipled just feeling and watching HeeChul come undone by increments.
HeeChul doesn't bother answering, KyuHyun can tell perfectly well what that agonisingly slow jerk is doing to him. Brokenly he swears at KyuHyun, promising him dire retribution for every second that goes by. He could try to hurry the younger man up in his caresses but chances are that would just slow things down further. KyuHyun is a born cock tease and HeeChul hates to think about how much he loves that fact. He shudders against the wall, letting himself rub shamelessly against KyuHyun's hard body and the muscular thigh crowding him still further into the wall.
By this time he's covered with bite marks on neck and shoulders and each one leaves a residual burn on his skin, piled atop one another so that he's almost high on the rush of endorphins mingled with the desire twisting his guts in knots. HeeChul grinds his teeth and keeps rubbing into KyuHyun's body and hand. There's almost something sacrificial about the way this feels to him, pinned and bound and helpless to resist his lover's teasing.
Pulling back keeps getting more and more difficult but KyuHyun manages to peel himself off of HeeChul, despite the protesting curses that fall from the older man's lips. He slides to the floor, deftly working HeeChul's shoes, trousers and underwear loose, releasing the hard erection for the time it takes to do so. Despite the frenzy gradually rising to unbearable proportions in the back of his mind, KyuHyun takes his time. He lets warm breath drift across HeeChul's cock and watches with fascinated absorption when HeeChul hisses and gasps.
He begins to lay the softest of kisses over HeeChul's hip bones, down his thighs, across his stomach while carefully avoiding his lover's throbbing erection. Only hot moist breath touches HeeChul's cock and KuHyun is even more fascinated with the eroticism of the moment. He can hear HeeChul swearing and panting but the sounds are at a distance almost.
"Damn it, KyuHyun, more...more..." HeeChul demands, driven into hoarse speech by the lingering tease of a kiss that is not a kiss. He glances down and finds himself riveted on the sight of KyuHyun's red, spit slick lips pursed to blow more warm air across HeeChul's cock. The picture is immediately and permanently engraved on his retinas and all he can do is nearly sob with wanting. The damned jacket still enfolds his arms at the elbows leaving him incapable of forcing that pretty mouth over his cock.
He jerks at the jacket sleeves roughly but the tailoring is impeccable and the seamstresses are not careless. HeeChul swears again at KyuHyun's diabolical cleverness and begins to pray that KyuHyun intends to do more than just play with him. His prayers are answered when KyuHyun's wicked tongue glides across the head of HeeChul's cock, slicking up droplets of pre-come there. HeeChul's hands curl into fists and his whole being seems to fasten on that singular burning sensation for endless seconds.
KyuHyun purrs at the taste of HeeChul's most potent desires, and then pulls away rising to his feet to hurriedly shed the rest of his own clothes. It's hard to resist the alluring sound of frustration that HeeChul gives out as a result and KyuHyun turns back to his lover, pressing his naked body in against HeeChul's half naked one. "I love you like this," he breathes, tangling both hands in HeeChul's hair and tugging his head back so that their eyes meet. "I wish there was some way to keep you like this, starving for me, on the brink, so beautiful," he says roughly. "You got me so fucking hot tonight just sitting there like that...how can you do this to me?"
He's not really looking for an answer, pressing up to place a sweet kiss on HeeChul's parted lips before his fingers slide over and his index slips between those lips. KyuHyun's eyes are intensely dark, pupils blown as he watches HeeChul's cheeks hollow to take the single digit inside his mouth as far as possible. White teeth scrape against his own lower lip in counter point to the muscle spasm that sweeps across his belly and thighs in response to that sexual expression on HeeChul's face.
HeeChul feels a fine luscious tremor slide over him as he looks into KyuHyun's eyes. He doesn't need words or an explanation to know what KyuHyun has in mind, he can read it in those eyes. Trailing his tongue around the single finger in his mouth he sucks it again, then parts his lips to allow the second digit to enter his mouth as well. Leaning into the scant support of the wall behind him, HeeChul arches his back so the cup of his pelvis grinds hard into KyuHyun's while he makes a show out of sucking those fingers.
He pouts a little, lowering dark lashes over his eyes as the fingers are removed and he licks his lips. "You do it to me too," he whispers, gasping when his leg is hitched up against KyuHyun's hip and those damp fingers seem to unerringly find his opening. There's almost no preamble, KyuHyun pushes them in hard, firm and deep making HeeChul cry out on a near-weeping shriek of pleasure-pain that burns and sizzles up his spine.
Grinding his teeth against the urge to bite HeeChul again, at the flavor of something like savagery on his tongue - KyuHyun pauses with his fingers in his lover's quivering body. The lubrication is barely enough to keep him from doing real damage to HeeChul but KyuHyun feels the need to leave a thousand marks of mutual possession all over HeeChul for reasons he doesn't try too hard to define. He waits a moment, anticipation rolling through him like a thunderstorm ready to break and whispers sweet things in HeeChul's ear. Then his fingers move, pulling back then pushing in again harder, deeper, searching for the exact right spot that will transform pain into ecstasy.
"Love you," KyuHyun mutters harshly, then repeats it, forcing a third finger to fit beside the first two and wincing a little at HeeChul's cry. "I'm sorry," he adds, guilt stricken and yet driven. "Love you, love you." Fingertips crook and brush and HeeChul's slender body suddenly writhes against him as a whining moan tears out of the older man's throat.
HeeChul could have stopped KyuHyun if he wanted to but he doesn't want to, a primal urge driving him as much as it drives the younger man. Pain is somehow sweet in these endless moments when long fingers possess him, torment him, then suddenly cause a fiery light to go off at the base of his spine. Greed is a living thing now in HeeChul's body and he moans at the rich fever of that greed.
"Give it to me," he rasps, not sure whether he's ordering or begging and uncaring either way. All that matters is hunger, passion, need, not just words any more but a yawning black hole of desire for one person and one only. His bare toes curl, and the leg draped over KyuHyun's hip tightens to bring KyuHyun's body back into alignment with his. HeeChul sways letting KyuHyun take more of his weight.
KyuHyun brushes that spot once or twice more, each time dragging another helpless cry from HeeChul's lungs followed by that demand that he can't possibly resist. His fingers slip free of HeeChul's grasping heat and he positions himself with a shiver of anticipation. "Say it again," he murmurs against HeeChul's neck. "Say it again."
HeeChul wants very badly to murder KyuHyun right now, his sudden emptiness an anguish that twists his nerves tighter. Every second of waiting is one more second that he can't possibly live through. Jerking roughly, wordlessly in invitation, HeeChul gasps out the magic words. "Fuck me, damn you! Give it to me." It's not Shakespeare but it does the job.
"God!" KyuHyun doesn't ask for a third invitation, he drags in a rough breath and forces himself into HeeChul's tight hole. He winces as clenching muscles slowly give way, the pressure and drag almost painful to him as well. Pulling back he licks his palm and smears the saliva over his cock and pushes in again harder and trying not to hear HeeChul's high pitched whimper. At least not until the older man hitches his hips into KyuHyun's thrust in an unmistakeable enticement.
Dizzy and trembling, HeeChul wonders if he really is a masochist. The pain is like a fire rippling through his nerves but that doesn't stop him from also deriving intense pleasure out of KyuHun's forceful invasion. He's sobbing, there are tears on his cheeks and yet all he wants is more. Narrow hips swivel and jerk and for the hundredth time, HeeChul fights the confining jacket without success.
The tears on HeeChul's face, in his voice makes KyuHyun's guilt well up even stronger, as well as that savagery that seems to simmer underneath the surface. He licks HeeChul's cheek and tastes tears, forcing himself to pull back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers, fighting with himself.
"No, NO! Don't you dare stop!" HeeChul bursts out, a sob of feverish passion stuck in his throat. "Want you, love you, don't stop!" The plea is evident in the wrecked tone of voice if not the words and sleek muscle squeezes tight.
KyuHyun bites the inside of his own cheek, trying to think past the nerve endings sparking with fire. HeeChul is making it difficult with the curses and pleas spilling off his lips, with the clench of tight flesh over KyuHyun's cock until the younger man can't resist the provocation any longer. "Mine," he mutters suddenly and shoves his way back inside his lover's body, harder, deeper, faster. He is rewarded by a long, low voiced whimper and repeats the stroke.
In a moment, KyuHyun is moving hard enough, fast enough, deep enough to strike that exquisite little bundle of nerves over and over and over again until HeeChul is one step from delirium. There are tears spilling from his eyes but he doesn't even register them any longer as he is forced higher up the wall until KyuHyun pins HeeChul's hips to his own. HeeChul wraps his other leg around KyuHyun's hip and keens with flame-touched euphoria.
KyuHyun gropes for HeeChul's neglected cock and squeezes it firmly, kissing HeeChul hard to swallow the near-scream that follows. There's a roaring in his ears and a pounding in his brain that is irresistible. The driving rhythm seems to devour him and he moves harder, faster, jerking HeeChul almost roughly in the rush towards release.
HeeChul is eaten up with the lust driving him, wanton with it, kissing and licking at KyuHyun's mouth as if it were some sweet confection. KyuHyun's hips slam into his own again and again and the sense of being possessed, pinned, owned only adds to the crazed intoxication. He's close now, so very close and HeeChul strains for the release waiting to drown him.
Out of control is not a feeling that KyuHyun is much familiar with but thats the state he's in now. He's kissing HeeChul as if his life depends on it, continuing to force that rhythm at the same time. HeeChul is trembling in his arms, and KyuHyun feels the familiar sizzle of white heat at the base of his spine. He snaps his hips roughly and feels almost as much as hears HeeChul's cry. "Come on, Heenim, want to feel you come apart," he snarls, the words almost incoherent, his teeth again attacking the side of HeeChul's already bruised throat.
KyuHyun's voice is the most wrecked that HeeChul's ever heard it and the sound falls over him like a touch of raw silk, the last straw. HeeChul gathers in breath to scream but all that comes out are ragged whimpers instead. Hot, thick, pulses twist up through his body and erupt in sticky white spasms over KyuHyun's hand and both their stomachs. HeeChul's vision flickers and he sags into KyuHyun's crowding embrace.
KyuHyun is not flame proof and HeeChul's insistent convulsions have him grinding his teeth, his cock the lynch pin that holds HeeChul prisoner. Sweat pours over his naked body and blistering heat scalds his nerves. KyuHyun's breath stutters in his chest as it seems he is doomed to hover just on the edge of orgasm. He drags HeeChul over himself that much tighter, that much harder, ignoring the broken sound his lover makes. And then, finally, the deluge sweeps over him so that he cries out against HeeChul's throat, feeling every single heated quake and jerk separately, coming hard enough to make him see spots in front of tightly closed lids. He wraps his arms tightly around HeeChul, standing there for long minutes with his knees locked to keep them both from falling to the floor.
The next thing HeeChul is aware of aside from KyuHyun is when soft lips brush kisses over his tear stained cheeks and the younger man gently eases back a fraction. KyuHyun helps him ease his feet back to the floor and finally relieves him of the white jacket of bondage fuckery to toss it to the floor as they slip apart. "Kyu," HeeChul says, then has nowhere to go with that thought. Perhaps just saying the syllables is enough just now.
"Are you all right?" KyuHyun asks. Right now their bed seems like a million miles away and he knows HeeChul is no steadier on his feet, probably less steady in fact. He pets his hands over HeeChul's sweat damp skin in long caresses meant to soothe, he doesn't need HeeChul to tell him to know he's thoroughly bruised his boyfriend.
To his surprise, HeeChul flashes him a blinding white if exhausted smile. "Don't be stupid," HeeChul says, the smile transforming into a ghost of his familiar smirk. "Now help me to the bed so I can lay down and guilt you properly."
The order only makes KyuHyun laugh and he shakes his head, the two of them beginning a slow trek from the wall to the bed. When they reach the comfortable mattress, both of them collapse upon it with a combined groan of relief. The sheets and blankets are quickly pulled up around them and they lay together in a tangle of limbs. "Your turn next time," HeeChul announces, his voice drowsy. "Maybe I'll just handcuff you, it'd be easier."
KyuHyun blinks and picks his head up to study HeeChul's face but it seems as if his boyfriend is asleep, or doing a very good job of pretending. Muttering under his breath, KyuHyun cuddles closer and smiles, closing his eyes as well.