Soul Kiss - Moments Chapter 14
OMG, you guys, I can't believe I even got this far with this thing. It's all down to your comments and encouragement and squeeing with me etc. I'm so grateful for each and every reader taking the time to read and comment. You people rock. :D Um...not sure where/whether this is going to continue past this or if I'll start work on something else with them. I have an AU idea in mind. *flails*
Title: Soul Kiss - Moments Chapter 14
Pairing: Heechul/Kyuhyun,
Length: 2900
Genre: Romantic Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: And then there's make up sex.
A/N I had some writer's block with this chapter so it took longer to get finished. I'm so sorry.. Chapter Title references that a Soul Kiss is another name for a French Kiss but to me it also means that really deep kiss that happens between soul mates.
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Um, explicit m/m sex, that's about it lol.
KyuHyun shivers at the look in HeeChul's eyes, at the words brushing like caresses against his lips. "I want you," he bursts out, the words loud in their quiet room. "I want you like it's the first time." KyuHyun wraps himself around HeeChul as if to underscore his feelings, holding on for dear life.
"KyuHyun," HeeChul says, mainly to have the other man's name on his tongue, in his mouth. He leans down again to kiss KyuHyun's already kiss bruised lips, taking his time about placing his mouth just so over the other's open one. One hand tangles in KyuHyun's soft hair and uses that hold to keep his lover just where HeeChul wants him. The kiss seems to linger forever, HeeChul almost languidly sucking the younger man's tongue into his mouth and refusing to let it go until KyuHyun is arching up into his weight with a hungry insistent pressure
"Shh, baby, shh, I'm here...but we're going to take this slow..." HeeChul soothes, shifting to one side so he can begin working KyuHyun's robe open, smiling as the younger man half rolls over and begins to shower him with kisses and soft, sweet touches.
KyuHyun reflects a bit dazedly that HeeChul has such power to move him where no one else could even touch his emotions and feelings. His heart is pounding in his chest and he's so hard that it's as though every beat of his heart causes a deep throb. He kisses HeeChul's warm temple, the side of his throat, the top of his shoulder, running his fingertips down his lover's slim spine.
"Heenim," he murmurs, flattening his hand against the older man's flank. "Need you..."
HeeChul gets KyuHyun's robe to come free and greedily drops his head to one of KyuHyun's nipples, drawing circles around it with his tongue. He doesn't answer the younger man in words, there's no need for it...KyuHyun knows that he'll get exactly what he needs and wants, eventually.
KyuHyun closes his eyes tightly, a wash of heat spilling over his senses from the small sensitive point of flesh and he drops one hand to curl in the sheets. He shivers when HeeChul switches to the second nipple, moving to hover a bit over KyuHyun in order to reach, one of HeeChul's knees between his legs.
"That feels so..." he says, voice gone husky and a little rasping.
"Mmmm, I know," HeeChul answers, looking up to grin at KyuHyun before his head drops again, this time to trail hot wet lines over the shape of KyuHyun's rib cage. "I want to make you feel so good."
"You do, you always do," KyuHyun answers, feeling in a sort of delirium. HeeChul is making it very clear that he has no intention of moving things along any faster than a snail's pace for the moment so KyuHyun tries to settle himself to endure enjoy the situation.
HeeChul doesn't answer in words, just purrs a little against KyuHyun's skin and scoots down the bed enough to lay his hands on KyuHyun's hip bones and continue his soft kisses and damp licks across his lover's stomach and hips. He's smiling to himself, watching KyuHyun's tense and sensuous expressions as best he can.
KyuHyun gasps, beset by little shivers under the expert kisses and caresses guaranteed to cause his need to spike higher. He lays beneath HeeChul's touch and gathers handfuls of the bedclothes under him rather than grabbing hold of HeeChul's head and pulling that maddening soft mouth to his cock. Automatically he spreads his legs wider, one knee bending in sinful enticement and shudders harder when HeeChul's soft laugh vibrates gently against his thigh.
"So sexy," HeeChul murmurs, the fingers of one hand delicately curving around KyuHyun's erection, petting it softly while keeping any touch away from the swollen, sticky head. His breath catches, nearly strangling in his throat as he watches subtle muscles shift under KyuHyun's pale skin and the lithe body before him all but undulates, pushing the hard hot flesh through the curl of his hand.
"Heenim..." KyuHyun barely registers he's said the word, that he's panting for breath and that sweat is beginning to sheen over his skin. His eyes flick open, pupils almost obscuring iris and he stares at HeeChul, thrusting himself through the warm hand holding him hostage.
It's impossible to hold it back, not when KyuHyun looks like this, so thoroughly enthralled, so desperately sexy. HeeChul smirks as he lowers his head, crouching over his lover with his hands again holding hipbones flat to the mattress. "Stay still, Kyu-baby, or I'll stop," he threatens wickedly, tongue gliding out to lazily circle the head of KyuHyun's cock. The younger man automatically jerks up towards him but HeeChul doesn't allow it.
"More...more," KyuHyun doesn't know if he's demanding or pleading and he doesn't really care. All he wants right at this moment is HeeChul's velvety tongue swirling over him in that absolutely decadent way that makes him feel as if his blood is on fire. "Heenim," he repeats.
HeeChul doesn't answer, but his tongue does, swirling again and again until all the little droplets of his boyfriend's excitement have gone into his mouth. He thinks, dizzy and burning with his own rapidly rising passion, that the sounds KyuHyun is making right now ought to be recorded and kept as an instant aphrodisiac. Lowering his mouth again, he begins to suck KyuHyun inside, bit by bit.
KyuHyun whines low and rough in his throat, his eyes fastened with fascinated pleasure on the sight of HeeChul's soft lips and his cock easing inside. HeeChul's tongue is never still either and the two sensations together are driving him up the walls. His muscles tense, his whole body seeming to ache with need.
HeeChul purrs around his mouthful of hard pulsing flesh and shivers powerfully at the way KyuHyun moans in response. He sucks KyuHyun in further, almost surprised he's doing this but in no way prepared to stop. The taste of KyuHyun's freshly showered hot skin is delectable, especially when he can prompt such sounds from his lover with these caresses. He continues for several long minutes until KyuHyun is whimpering, wordlessly pleading. He pulls off with a little popping sound after a few more long moments of watching and feeling KyuHyun twitch and shiver, kissing the swollen head sweetly.
"Heenim, damn it...fuck...," KyuHyun growls. Want is pounding in every inch of his body it seems, the ache almost palpable and he tosses his head back against the pillows, looking at HeeChul pleadingly. "God, you're such a tease," he complains, pouting but making no move to try to force Heenim back to what he was doing.
"Shh," HeeChul answers, climbing off the bed to walk naked over to his suitcase and paw through the piles of items inside until he finds what he wants. "Quit staring at my ass," he adds, glancing over his shoulder with a flirtatious look.
"Get back over here before lose my fucking mind," KyuHyun growls, watching HeeChul hungrily. The older man is so attractive to him in every way and he needs him so badly. KyuHyun almost sighs with relief when HeeChul climbs back on the bed with a familiar looking tube in his hand.
"You're so cute when you're frustrated," HeeChul says softly. He smiles at the younger man warmly, gazing down at him a moment before he pops the cap on the tube and squeezes some of its contents on his fingers. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that patience is a virtue?" he asks and then before KyuHyun can really answer he slips one of his fingers inside KyuHyun's tight opening.
"Not cute," KyuHyun grits out, closing his eyes and letting out tiny little half gasps. HeeChul always seems to have exquisite timing, catching him by surprise over and over again no matter how many times they do this. KyuHyun yields himself over to the older man with barely a struggle, allowing himself to instead be swamped by sensation.
HeeChul doesn't answer at first, he's busy sliding a second finger to join the first and forcing them in harder, deeper and watching KyuHyun's chest rise and fall with his panting breaths. "Oh you are, you so are," he breathes, impatience is beating at his own mind and body as much as it is his lover's. "Especially when you pout and I know you want me so much you've stopped thinking about anything else."
KyuHyun jerks his hips up a bit to meet the fingers still invading him, a hoarse moan filling the room as the movement forces those fingers in deeper. "You make me so hot for you," he complains. "Heenim, need you to fuck me..." He reaches up as if to hurry HeeChul in his careful caresses but the older man evades him.
"Behave, baby or this will just take longer," HeeChul threatens, shaking his hair out of his eyes and reaching for a pillow. "Lift up," he adds and when KyuHyun complies, glaring at him with smoldering eyes, he shoves the pillow under KyuHyun's hips. Then the third finger joins the first two and twists, pushing inside harder, hard enough to force contact with that spot inside KyuHyun's body. He grinds his teeth watching the younger man arch up to his touch, looking almost surprised by the pleasure surging through him.
KyuHyun opens his mouth to say something, but whatever it was leaves his head along with every other coherent thought in favor of a simple near shriek. At any other time making such a girlish sound would embarrass him but at the moment he's only interested in HeeChul and more immediately if not sooner. He arches his back, bending one knee in a restless, anxious motion and closes his eyes tightly.
"Beautiful," HeeChul breathes and pulls his fingers out. His breath is coming fast and heavy and he's finally as much in favor of hurrying as the younger man is at this point. He slicks himself up with very little interest in finesse, then lines himself up. "Look at me, Kyu-baby, look at me," he asks, orders, waiting until he sees the dark passionate gaze fixed on him then begins the slow process of pushing himself inside his lover.
Looking at HeeChul, watching that expression that seems to border perfectly between showing pain and pleasure, KyuHyun wonders how he ever resisted the older man for even five seconds. He tilts his head back, his vision starting to blur as the sweet sexy burn of HeeChul entering his tight opening washes through his awareness and makes him moan hoarsely. "Oh, God, yes," he breathes.
HeeChul is moving slowly, carefully but every little bit he moves seems to coat his nerves in desire so hot it burns and coils low in his belly. His hands start to shake, slippery with sweat against KyuHyun's hips and he sees the reddened marks he's leaving there and fears they will bruise. "You're so good," he croons, licking his lips and keeps pushing, ignoring the frantic needful impulses urging him to simply snap his hips forward.
KyuHyun hooks one leg around HeeChul's hip, silently but passionately urging him to hurry, to move. His hips jerk and swivel, unabashedly trying to get more of HeeChul's cock inside him. Every second the need seems to grow stronger, boiling along his veins, twisting his nerves and he's all but praying for HeeChul to give in and take him.
"You are so fucking sexy," HeeChul hisses sharply, easing forward until he can't possibly move another inch and leaning forward over KyuHyun so he can kiss the younger man. "It's amazing I have a single brain cell or shred of self-control left," he says, his voice so low that the words come out strained and sinful against KyuHyun's lips. He pulls back a breath and then slamsforward hard, shuddering at the whimpering cry KyuHyun lets out and the clench of muscles over his cock.
"Don't think, don't control, just fucking do it," KyuHyun answers, almost sobbing with delight. HeeChul is hitting that small bundle of nerves over and over with such force it's impossible for him to do anything but wrap his legs around his boyfriend and hold on for dear life. He kisses HeeChul hungrily, stabbing his fingers into the long tangled waves of hair.
HeeChul isn't proof against KyuHyun's passionate demands, especially not when he's making those noises, rocking his hips like that. He returns the kiss, hard, stabbing his tongue into KyuHyun's mouth at the same time he rocks himself into KyuHyun's body. The world begins to dissolve in fire and pleasure at that point so that he's not even sure of anything except the man beneath him and the way their bodies rock and join.
The words I love you keep running through KyuHyun's brain, way back under the heat and hunger and need pounding at him in rhythm with HeeChul's thrusts. He kisses the older man like he's been starving for just these lips for an eternity, his hands open and close and tug at the other man's hair and he's holding on for dear life in every way possible. Muscles are clenching, clinging, dragging, spasming in his thighs and abdomen while the pleasure seems to spiral into an infinity that's close to pain.
And yet, KyuHyun knows that if they had to stay like this, on the brink of orgasm, for the rest of eternity, he would take it in a heartbeat. As long as it was with HeeChul, in him, against him, above him...any way he can have this man who seems to possess another piece of his heart every day is enough for him.
HeeChul wonders in the center of the maelstrom if he's really going insane. Nothing in the world seems to matter to him as much as this one man beneath him, almost crying for him, arching into him. He's never felt so entangled, entwined with another person in his life, never allowed himself to get so close, so desperately needy. And yet, he can't stop himself, KyuHyun just tugs at him in ways that get under his skin, under his guard and there's no one else that HeeChul wants, needs, adores, even sees the way he sees KyuHyun. He snarls in his throat, not letting up on his bruising kisses or the harsh ferocity of his rhythm. KyuHyun is whimpering with passion, with pleasure and it's the sweetest sound at this moment.
And then HeeChul begins to stroke KyuHyun, hard and fast, rolling his hips at the same time and finally lifting his head enough that he can see KyuHyun's face. The porcelain skin is flushed and damp with sweat, short strands of hair sticking to his brow and his lips parted and bruised and slickly wet. KyuHyun's face contorts, goes taut and his body arches tighter, harder, into HeeChul's own and he grins roughly, stroking his thumb across the head of KyuHyun's cock once, twice, a third time and he almost screams himself as muscles go even tighter around his cock.
KyuHyun can feel HeeChul's stare like a dark ray of heat on his face but he doesn't resist it or hide from it. He's too far into abject lust at this point to have that much control over himself anyway. HeeChul feels so positively wickedly marvelous that all KyuHyun wants is to give in to the release that seems just out of reach. HeeChul seems to be reading his mind as KyuHyun gives out a helpless pleading whine and slender knowing fingers wrap around him, jerking him almost harshly. Oh but it's just exactly what he needs and KyuHyun presses himself up into it, rocking up against HeeChul's body with wanton demand in every line of his body... and then like the match to dry tinder, HeeChul's touch sets off the orgasm sweeping like a flame outward from his groin to spread over his whole body to force him to writhe and squirm and pump himself over the long fingers holding him hostage.
HeeChul grinds his teeth, refusing to give in to his own desire just yet. He drinks in instead KyuHyun coming undone around him, under him until the sight is simply too much for him and he begins to move to finish this. At this point he only needs a few strokes, hard, deep, furiously needy and then he's coming as well, hissing KyuHyun's name against the younger man's ear and then falling in a draped quiver of limbs over KyuHyun, stricken with aftershocks.
For a long time there's nothing but panting breaths and tiny gasps and the brush of kisses and caresses over damp limbs. Both men are shaken as well as stirred and moving seems to be far too much effort. Only when it dawns on HeeChul that he's probably suffocating KyuHyun does he ease away just a little, then plants his head on KyuHyun's shoulder and throws an arm over him.
"This is...we are...you..." KyuHyun starts and then can't find the words to finish any sentence. "I love you," he finally says quietly, kissing the top of HeeChul's head.
"Love you more," HeeChul answers and squeezes KyuHyun tightly.
KyuHyun decides not to argue, he's too tired and speechless to find the words anyway.
Title: Soul Kiss - Moments Chapter 14
Pairing: Heechul/Kyuhyun,
Length: 2900
Genre: Romantic Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: And then there's make up sex.
A/N I had some writer's block with this chapter so it took longer to get finished. I'm so sorry.. Chapter Title references that a Soul Kiss is another name for a French Kiss but to me it also means that really deep kiss that happens between soul mates.
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Um, explicit m/m sex, that's about it lol.
KyuHyun shivers at the look in HeeChul's eyes, at the words brushing like caresses against his lips. "I want you," he bursts out, the words loud in their quiet room. "I want you like it's the first time." KyuHyun wraps himself around HeeChul as if to underscore his feelings, holding on for dear life.
"KyuHyun," HeeChul says, mainly to have the other man's name on his tongue, in his mouth. He leans down again to kiss KyuHyun's already kiss bruised lips, taking his time about placing his mouth just so over the other's open one. One hand tangles in KyuHyun's soft hair and uses that hold to keep his lover just where HeeChul wants him. The kiss seems to linger forever, HeeChul almost languidly sucking the younger man's tongue into his mouth and refusing to let it go until KyuHyun is arching up into his weight with a hungry insistent pressure
"Shh, baby, shh, I'm here...but we're going to take this slow..." HeeChul soothes, shifting to one side so he can begin working KyuHyun's robe open, smiling as the younger man half rolls over and begins to shower him with kisses and soft, sweet touches.
KyuHyun reflects a bit dazedly that HeeChul has such power to move him where no one else could even touch his emotions and feelings. His heart is pounding in his chest and he's so hard that it's as though every beat of his heart causes a deep throb. He kisses HeeChul's warm temple, the side of his throat, the top of his shoulder, running his fingertips down his lover's slim spine.
"Heenim," he murmurs, flattening his hand against the older man's flank. "Need you..."
HeeChul gets KyuHyun's robe to come free and greedily drops his head to one of KyuHyun's nipples, drawing circles around it with his tongue. He doesn't answer the younger man in words, there's no need for it...KyuHyun knows that he'll get exactly what he needs and wants, eventually.
KyuHyun closes his eyes tightly, a wash of heat spilling over his senses from the small sensitive point of flesh and he drops one hand to curl in the sheets. He shivers when HeeChul switches to the second nipple, moving to hover a bit over KyuHyun in order to reach, one of HeeChul's knees between his legs.
"That feels so..." he says, voice gone husky and a little rasping.
"Mmmm, I know," HeeChul answers, looking up to grin at KyuHyun before his head drops again, this time to trail hot wet lines over the shape of KyuHyun's rib cage. "I want to make you feel so good."
"You do, you always do," KyuHyun answers, feeling in a sort of delirium. HeeChul is making it very clear that he has no intention of moving things along any faster than a snail's pace for the moment so KyuHyun tries to settle himself to endure enjoy the situation.
HeeChul doesn't answer in words, just purrs a little against KyuHyun's skin and scoots down the bed enough to lay his hands on KyuHyun's hip bones and continue his soft kisses and damp licks across his lover's stomach and hips. He's smiling to himself, watching KyuHyun's tense and sensuous expressions as best he can.
KyuHyun gasps, beset by little shivers under the expert kisses and caresses guaranteed to cause his need to spike higher. He lays beneath HeeChul's touch and gathers handfuls of the bedclothes under him rather than grabbing hold of HeeChul's head and pulling that maddening soft mouth to his cock. Automatically he spreads his legs wider, one knee bending in sinful enticement and shudders harder when HeeChul's soft laugh vibrates gently against his thigh.
"So sexy," HeeChul murmurs, the fingers of one hand delicately curving around KyuHyun's erection, petting it softly while keeping any touch away from the swollen, sticky head. His breath catches, nearly strangling in his throat as he watches subtle muscles shift under KyuHyun's pale skin and the lithe body before him all but undulates, pushing the hard hot flesh through the curl of his hand.
"Heenim..." KyuHyun barely registers he's said the word, that he's panting for breath and that sweat is beginning to sheen over his skin. His eyes flick open, pupils almost obscuring iris and he stares at HeeChul, thrusting himself through the warm hand holding him hostage.
It's impossible to hold it back, not when KyuHyun looks like this, so thoroughly enthralled, so desperately sexy. HeeChul smirks as he lowers his head, crouching over his lover with his hands again holding hipbones flat to the mattress. "Stay still, Kyu-baby, or I'll stop," he threatens wickedly, tongue gliding out to lazily circle the head of KyuHyun's cock. The younger man automatically jerks up towards him but HeeChul doesn't allow it.
"More...more," KyuHyun doesn't know if he's demanding or pleading and he doesn't really care. All he wants right at this moment is HeeChul's velvety tongue swirling over him in that absolutely decadent way that makes him feel as if his blood is on fire. "Heenim," he repeats.
HeeChul doesn't answer, but his tongue does, swirling again and again until all the little droplets of his boyfriend's excitement have gone into his mouth. He thinks, dizzy and burning with his own rapidly rising passion, that the sounds KyuHyun is making right now ought to be recorded and kept as an instant aphrodisiac. Lowering his mouth again, he begins to suck KyuHyun inside, bit by bit.
KyuHyun whines low and rough in his throat, his eyes fastened with fascinated pleasure on the sight of HeeChul's soft lips and his cock easing inside. HeeChul's tongue is never still either and the two sensations together are driving him up the walls. His muscles tense, his whole body seeming to ache with need.
HeeChul purrs around his mouthful of hard pulsing flesh and shivers powerfully at the way KyuHyun moans in response. He sucks KyuHyun in further, almost surprised he's doing this but in no way prepared to stop. The taste of KyuHyun's freshly showered hot skin is delectable, especially when he can prompt such sounds from his lover with these caresses. He continues for several long minutes until KyuHyun is whimpering, wordlessly pleading. He pulls off with a little popping sound after a few more long moments of watching and feeling KyuHyun twitch and shiver, kissing the swollen head sweetly.
"Heenim, damn it...fuck...," KyuHyun growls. Want is pounding in every inch of his body it seems, the ache almost palpable and he tosses his head back against the pillows, looking at HeeChul pleadingly. "God, you're such a tease," he complains, pouting but making no move to try to force Heenim back to what he was doing.
"Shh," HeeChul answers, climbing off the bed to walk naked over to his suitcase and paw through the piles of items inside until he finds what he wants. "Quit staring at my ass," he adds, glancing over his shoulder with a flirtatious look.
"Get back over here before lose my fucking mind," KyuHyun growls, watching HeeChul hungrily. The older man is so attractive to him in every way and he needs him so badly. KyuHyun almost sighs with relief when HeeChul climbs back on the bed with a familiar looking tube in his hand.
"You're so cute when you're frustrated," HeeChul says softly. He smiles at the younger man warmly, gazing down at him a moment before he pops the cap on the tube and squeezes some of its contents on his fingers. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that patience is a virtue?" he asks and then before KyuHyun can really answer he slips one of his fingers inside KyuHyun's tight opening.
"Not cute," KyuHyun grits out, closing his eyes and letting out tiny little half gasps. HeeChul always seems to have exquisite timing, catching him by surprise over and over again no matter how many times they do this. KyuHyun yields himself over to the older man with barely a struggle, allowing himself to instead be swamped by sensation.
HeeChul doesn't answer at first, he's busy sliding a second finger to join the first and forcing them in harder, deeper and watching KyuHyun's chest rise and fall with his panting breaths. "Oh you are, you so are," he breathes, impatience is beating at his own mind and body as much as it is his lover's. "Especially when you pout and I know you want me so much you've stopped thinking about anything else."
KyuHyun jerks his hips up a bit to meet the fingers still invading him, a hoarse moan filling the room as the movement forces those fingers in deeper. "You make me so hot for you," he complains. "Heenim, need you to fuck me..." He reaches up as if to hurry HeeChul in his careful caresses but the older man evades him.
"Behave, baby or this will just take longer," HeeChul threatens, shaking his hair out of his eyes and reaching for a pillow. "Lift up," he adds and when KyuHyun complies, glaring at him with smoldering eyes, he shoves the pillow under KyuHyun's hips. Then the third finger joins the first two and twists, pushing inside harder, hard enough to force contact with that spot inside KyuHyun's body. He grinds his teeth watching the younger man arch up to his touch, looking almost surprised by the pleasure surging through him.
KyuHyun opens his mouth to say something, but whatever it was leaves his head along with every other coherent thought in favor of a simple near shriek. At any other time making such a girlish sound would embarrass him but at the moment he's only interested in HeeChul and more immediately if not sooner. He arches his back, bending one knee in a restless, anxious motion and closes his eyes tightly.
"Beautiful," HeeChul breathes and pulls his fingers out. His breath is coming fast and heavy and he's finally as much in favor of hurrying as the younger man is at this point. He slicks himself up with very little interest in finesse, then lines himself up. "Look at me, Kyu-baby, look at me," he asks, orders, waiting until he sees the dark passionate gaze fixed on him then begins the slow process of pushing himself inside his lover.
Looking at HeeChul, watching that expression that seems to border perfectly between showing pain and pleasure, KyuHyun wonders how he ever resisted the older man for even five seconds. He tilts his head back, his vision starting to blur as the sweet sexy burn of HeeChul entering his tight opening washes through his awareness and makes him moan hoarsely. "Oh, God, yes," he breathes.
HeeChul is moving slowly, carefully but every little bit he moves seems to coat his nerves in desire so hot it burns and coils low in his belly. His hands start to shake, slippery with sweat against KyuHyun's hips and he sees the reddened marks he's leaving there and fears they will bruise. "You're so good," he croons, licking his lips and keeps pushing, ignoring the frantic needful impulses urging him to simply snap his hips forward.
KyuHyun hooks one leg around HeeChul's hip, silently but passionately urging him to hurry, to move. His hips jerk and swivel, unabashedly trying to get more of HeeChul's cock inside him. Every second the need seems to grow stronger, boiling along his veins, twisting his nerves and he's all but praying for HeeChul to give in and take him.
"You are so fucking sexy," HeeChul hisses sharply, easing forward until he can't possibly move another inch and leaning forward over KyuHyun so he can kiss the younger man. "It's amazing I have a single brain cell or shred of self-control left," he says, his voice so low that the words come out strained and sinful against KyuHyun's lips. He pulls back a breath and then slamsforward hard, shuddering at the whimpering cry KyuHyun lets out and the clench of muscles over his cock.
"Don't think, don't control, just fucking do it," KyuHyun answers, almost sobbing with delight. HeeChul is hitting that small bundle of nerves over and over with such force it's impossible for him to do anything but wrap his legs around his boyfriend and hold on for dear life. He kisses HeeChul hungrily, stabbing his fingers into the long tangled waves of hair.
HeeChul isn't proof against KyuHyun's passionate demands, especially not when he's making those noises, rocking his hips like that. He returns the kiss, hard, stabbing his tongue into KyuHyun's mouth at the same time he rocks himself into KyuHyun's body. The world begins to dissolve in fire and pleasure at that point so that he's not even sure of anything except the man beneath him and the way their bodies rock and join.
The words I love you keep running through KyuHyun's brain, way back under the heat and hunger and need pounding at him in rhythm with HeeChul's thrusts. He kisses the older man like he's been starving for just these lips for an eternity, his hands open and close and tug at the other man's hair and he's holding on for dear life in every way possible. Muscles are clenching, clinging, dragging, spasming in his thighs and abdomen while the pleasure seems to spiral into an infinity that's close to pain.
And yet, KyuHyun knows that if they had to stay like this, on the brink of orgasm, for the rest of eternity, he would take it in a heartbeat. As long as it was with HeeChul, in him, against him, above him...any way he can have this man who seems to possess another piece of his heart every day is enough for him.
HeeChul wonders in the center of the maelstrom if he's really going insane. Nothing in the world seems to matter to him as much as this one man beneath him, almost crying for him, arching into him. He's never felt so entangled, entwined with another person in his life, never allowed himself to get so close, so desperately needy. And yet, he can't stop himself, KyuHyun just tugs at him in ways that get under his skin, under his guard and there's no one else that HeeChul wants, needs, adores, even sees the way he sees KyuHyun. He snarls in his throat, not letting up on his bruising kisses or the harsh ferocity of his rhythm. KyuHyun is whimpering with passion, with pleasure and it's the sweetest sound at this moment.
And then HeeChul begins to stroke KyuHyun, hard and fast, rolling his hips at the same time and finally lifting his head enough that he can see KyuHyun's face. The porcelain skin is flushed and damp with sweat, short strands of hair sticking to his brow and his lips parted and bruised and slickly wet. KyuHyun's face contorts, goes taut and his body arches tighter, harder, into HeeChul's own and he grins roughly, stroking his thumb across the head of KyuHyun's cock once, twice, a third time and he almost screams himself as muscles go even tighter around his cock.
KyuHyun can feel HeeChul's stare like a dark ray of heat on his face but he doesn't resist it or hide from it. He's too far into abject lust at this point to have that much control over himself anyway. HeeChul feels so positively wickedly marvelous that all KyuHyun wants is to give in to the release that seems just out of reach. HeeChul seems to be reading his mind as KyuHyun gives out a helpless pleading whine and slender knowing fingers wrap around him, jerking him almost harshly. Oh but it's just exactly what he needs and KyuHyun presses himself up into it, rocking up against HeeChul's body with wanton demand in every line of his body... and then like the match to dry tinder, HeeChul's touch sets off the orgasm sweeping like a flame outward from his groin to spread over his whole body to force him to writhe and squirm and pump himself over the long fingers holding him hostage.
HeeChul grinds his teeth, refusing to give in to his own desire just yet. He drinks in instead KyuHyun coming undone around him, under him until the sight is simply too much for him and he begins to move to finish this. At this point he only needs a few strokes, hard, deep, furiously needy and then he's coming as well, hissing KyuHyun's name against the younger man's ear and then falling in a draped quiver of limbs over KyuHyun, stricken with aftershocks.
For a long time there's nothing but panting breaths and tiny gasps and the brush of kisses and caresses over damp limbs. Both men are shaken as well as stirred and moving seems to be far too much effort. Only when it dawns on HeeChul that he's probably suffocating KyuHyun does he ease away just a little, then plants his head on KyuHyun's shoulder and throws an arm over him.
"This is...we are...you..." KyuHyun starts and then can't find the words to finish any sentence. "I love you," he finally says quietly, kissing the top of HeeChul's head.
"Love you more," HeeChul answers and squeezes KyuHyun tightly.
KyuHyun decides not to argue, he's too tired and speechless to find the words anyway.