[FanFic] Strip-Chinese 102
Title: Strip-Chinese 102
Pairing: Hankyung/Donghae, Hankyung/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After hearing just how great of a Chinese teacher Hankyung is, Donghae decided to ask him to teach him. A little unplanned sequel to Strip-Chinese 101.
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior... just this fic.
A/N: BETA-ed by keisatsu .
Hankyung was sitting on his bed inside his room, a book open in his lap, when there was a knock on his door.
“Who is it?”
The door opened and Donghae entered with his usual beaming smile on his face.
“Donghae-yah! How are you? Have you eaten lately?”
“Yeah, Ryeowookie made dinner for us. Something that Henry taught him to make. Tacos. They were really good!” Donghae replied as he plopped himself down on the floor in front of Hankyung. After a few seconds of silence, he grabbed his knees and began to rock back and forth nervously.
Hankyung watched the younger boy curiously before closing his book and setting it aside. “What’s up, Donghae? Can I help you with something?”
Donghae’s head looked up at Hankyung and nodded, “Actually you can! Can you teach me Chinese?”
Hankyung shrugged. Why not? After all, he was the resident Chinese teacher around these parts after having given lessons to Heechul already. Hankyung had to stop his mind from remembering that other day, however, because he could feel his cheeks starting to burn. Hopefully teaching Donghae would be a lot different than teaching Heechul.
“Sure,” Hankyung replied, scooting over on his bed to make room for Donghae.
Donghae clapped his hands as he sprung up on the elder’s bed and faced him with a silly grin on his face.
“What would you like to learn?” the older boy asked.
The cheeks of the younger dancer flushed and he chuckled knowingly as he looked Hankyung directly in the eyes, “Sex words.”
“What?!” Hankyung’s mouth dropped open, “What? Donghae, why? Could it be...?” Hankyung composed himself, “Donghae-ah, did you meet someone? Someone special?”
Donghae looked Hankyung up and down. He didn’t know why he never noticed before - not until Heechul had pointed it out to him an hour earlier - but Hankyung looked really sexy in wife-beaters. They complimented his skinny round shoulders and allowed a teasing peak at the older dancer’s smooth-skinned chest.
“You could say that, yeah,” Donghae replied with another chuckle.
“Donghae-yah, I don’t think that’s quite appropriate....”
“Hyung...” Donghae whined, frowning, “You didn’t think it was inappropriate for Heechul-hyung to teach you naughty Korean!”
Hankyung sighed. True. At the time he was almost exactly where Donghae was now - sitting in front of Heechul begging to know the ‘good’ stuff. He was cornered. He couldn’t say no.
“Fine. Just don’t say I’m the one who taught you.”
“Then who am I supposed to blame?”
“.....Zhoumi.”
Donghae laughed and nodded, “Yeah, like people will believe that but okay.”
“What do you want to learn first?”
The younger boy smiled and climbed into Hankyung’s lap grinning, “How do you say ‘handsome guy’”?
“Shuai ge.”
“Shee-eye guh.”
“No, no. Shuai ge.”
“Oops!” Donghae shook his head. A devilish look flickered across his face. “I guess that means I strip first...” Taking the bottom hem of his shirt, he pulled it up quickly over his head and tossed it on the floor.
“Donghae, what are you doing?!” Hankyung semi-shouted, leaning away from the shirtless boy on his lap.
Donghae watched his hyung with a seemingly innocent look. “But isn’t this how you taught Heechul-hyung? He said it was and that it was fun! He said that were a great teacher.” He leaned closer to Hankyung, making the older boy lie flat on the bed underneath him.
“Shuai ge, Ni hen xing gan. Ni de shen cai hen mei. Wo yao ni. Handsome, you’re so sexy. You have a nice body. I want you.” Donghae whispered to Hankyung in his ear. His hand under Hankyung’s shirt, exploring the boy’s body with his fingers.
Hankyung knew he shouldn’t be turned on right now, but he was. His heartbeat was irregular as was his breathing. And he was already hard.
“Donghae-yah, we shouldn’t-” Hankyung bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from moaning as Donghae grinded his hips down on his clothed erection. Donghae’s lips pressed against his and Hankyung couldn’t resist any longer. In a split second he was kissing the younger boy back, his tongue slipping it’s way past the other’s and into his welcoming mouth.
“Donghae-yah, have you been drinking?” the older boy asked as they pulled back so that Donghae could take Hankyung’s wife-beater off.
“Heechul-hyung said it would help me concentrate....” Donghae responded as he took in Hankyung’s naked upper half with his hungry eyes, “Mmm, he was right...”
Their lips were soon locked again in a searing tongue battle. Donghae ground his hips down on Hankyung again, causing the older to let out a muffled groan. Hankyung wrapped his arms around Donghae and then spun them around, switching their positions on the bed so that now Hankyung was on top.
“Wo xiang zuo ai. I want to make love,” Donghae moaned softly against Hankyung’s lips as his hands reached down to undo his pants.
Soon two pairs of pants and boxers lay on the floor next to two discarded shirts. Hankyung grabbed some lube from a drawer and coated his erection. He then prepared to insert a finger into Donghae when the younger spoke -
“No.. take me now....” Donghae stretched his legs open wide, “Lai zai wo li mian. Come in me.”
Hankyung didn’t know where Donghae learned all this Chinese, but he loved it. Coming from his boyish lips, those words were some of the most sensuous things he had ever heard. He was determined, now, to fulfill his request.
Hankyung pushed into Donghae without much warning. Donghae let out a painful scream but smiled up at Hankyung to let him know that he was enjoying it. Hankyung kissed down Donghae’s neck, letting the boy to adjust to having him inside his body. Then he began to move, his pace increasing with each thrust.
Hankyung wrapped a hand around Donghae’s nearly forgotten erection and started pumping it along with his needy thrusts. Donghae’s head snapped back as he moaned his approval, hips bucking up into Hankyung.
“Ah! Hankyung! Right there!” Donghae screamed as Hankyung started hitting his sweet spot repeatedly. He came shortly after into Hankyung’s hand, his hyung’s name on his lips.
Donghae’s shuddering tight body around his cock was too much for Hankyung to handle. He came shortly after the other, filling Donghae with his warmth before pulling out and slumping on the bed next to him.
“Heechul-hyung....was right...”
“What?”
“You...are a great...teacher.”
Hankyung smiled slightly before drifting off to sleep.
A few hours later a figure slipped it’s way into Hankyung’s room and climbed on top of the sleeping naked Chinese boy.
“Hankyungie...”
Hankyung thought it was Donghae at first and looked to his side. Donghae wasn’t there. He then felt the weight on top of him and looked up to see Heechul squatting on his chest, looking down at him.
“You are such a whore!” Heechul whined as he slapped Hankyung lightly on his cheek.
Hankyung looked up at the older boy confused. “But... you were the one who sent him in here! You set me up!”
Heechul giggled and leaned his face close to the other’s. “I did, didn’t I? But, see, this way I can punish you for being such a slut, teacher-nim. And to prove that I’m your best student.”
He placed a hot kiss to Hankyung’s lips as he let his hands explore the other’s bare chest.
“Do you know how to say ‘goodnight’ in Chinese?” Heechul asked, pulling away from their kiss.
All that escaped from Hankyung’s lips was a deep moan as Heechul’s fingers wrapped around his erected cock.
“Xing. Sex.”
Pairing: Hankyung/Donghae, Hankyung/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After hearing just how great of a Chinese teacher Hankyung is, Donghae decided to ask him to teach him. A little unplanned sequel to Strip-Chinese 101.
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior... just this fic.
A/N: BETA-ed by keisatsu .
Hankyung was sitting on his bed inside his room, a book open in his lap, when there was a knock on his door.
“Who is it?”
The door opened and Donghae entered with his usual beaming smile on his face.
“Donghae-yah! How are you? Have you eaten lately?”
“Yeah, Ryeowookie made dinner for us. Something that Henry taught him to make. Tacos. They were really good!” Donghae replied as he plopped himself down on the floor in front of Hankyung. After a few seconds of silence, he grabbed his knees and began to rock back and forth nervously.
Hankyung watched the younger boy curiously before closing his book and setting it aside. “What’s up, Donghae? Can I help you with something?”
Donghae’s head looked up at Hankyung and nodded, “Actually you can! Can you teach me Chinese?”
Hankyung shrugged. Why not? After all, he was the resident Chinese teacher around these parts after having given lessons to Heechul already. Hankyung had to stop his mind from remembering that other day, however, because he could feel his cheeks starting to burn. Hopefully teaching Donghae would be a lot different than teaching Heechul.
“Sure,” Hankyung replied, scooting over on his bed to make room for Donghae.
Donghae clapped his hands as he sprung up on the elder’s bed and faced him with a silly grin on his face.
“What would you like to learn?” the older boy asked.
The cheeks of the younger dancer flushed and he chuckled knowingly as he looked Hankyung directly in the eyes, “Sex words.”
“What?!” Hankyung’s mouth dropped open, “What? Donghae, why? Could it be...?” Hankyung composed himself, “Donghae-ah, did you meet someone? Someone special?”
Donghae looked Hankyung up and down. He didn’t know why he never noticed before - not until Heechul had pointed it out to him an hour earlier - but Hankyung looked really sexy in wife-beaters. They complimented his skinny round shoulders and allowed a teasing peak at the older dancer’s smooth-skinned chest.
“You could say that, yeah,” Donghae replied with another chuckle.
“Donghae-yah, I don’t think that’s quite appropriate....”
“Hyung...” Donghae whined, frowning, “You didn’t think it was inappropriate for Heechul-hyung to teach you naughty Korean!”
Hankyung sighed. True. At the time he was almost exactly where Donghae was now - sitting in front of Heechul begging to know the ‘good’ stuff. He was cornered. He couldn’t say no.
“Fine. Just don’t say I’m the one who taught you.”
“Then who am I supposed to blame?”
“.....Zhoumi.”
Donghae laughed and nodded, “Yeah, like people will believe that but okay.”
“What do you want to learn first?”
The younger boy smiled and climbed into Hankyung’s lap grinning, “How do you say ‘handsome guy’”?
“Shuai ge.”
“Shee-eye guh.”
“No, no. Shuai ge.”
“Oops!” Donghae shook his head. A devilish look flickered across his face. “I guess that means I strip first...” Taking the bottom hem of his shirt, he pulled it up quickly over his head and tossed it on the floor.
“Donghae, what are you doing?!” Hankyung semi-shouted, leaning away from the shirtless boy on his lap.
Donghae watched his hyung with a seemingly innocent look. “But isn’t this how you taught Heechul-hyung? He said it was and that it was fun! He said that were a great teacher.” He leaned closer to Hankyung, making the older boy lie flat on the bed underneath him.
“Shuai ge, Ni hen xing gan. Ni de shen cai hen mei. Wo yao ni. Handsome, you’re so sexy. You have a nice body. I want you.” Donghae whispered to Hankyung in his ear. His hand under Hankyung’s shirt, exploring the boy’s body with his fingers.
Hankyung knew he shouldn’t be turned on right now, but he was. His heartbeat was irregular as was his breathing. And he was already hard.
“Donghae-yah, we shouldn’t-” Hankyung bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from moaning as Donghae grinded his hips down on his clothed erection. Donghae’s lips pressed against his and Hankyung couldn’t resist any longer. In a split second he was kissing the younger boy back, his tongue slipping it’s way past the other’s and into his welcoming mouth.
“Donghae-yah, have you been drinking?” the older boy asked as they pulled back so that Donghae could take Hankyung’s wife-beater off.
“Heechul-hyung said it would help me concentrate....” Donghae responded as he took in Hankyung’s naked upper half with his hungry eyes, “Mmm, he was right...”
Their lips were soon locked again in a searing tongue battle. Donghae ground his hips down on Hankyung again, causing the older to let out a muffled groan. Hankyung wrapped his arms around Donghae and then spun them around, switching their positions on the bed so that now Hankyung was on top.
“Wo xiang zuo ai. I want to make love,” Donghae moaned softly against Hankyung’s lips as his hands reached down to undo his pants.
Soon two pairs of pants and boxers lay on the floor next to two discarded shirts. Hankyung grabbed some lube from a drawer and coated his erection. He then prepared to insert a finger into Donghae when the younger spoke -
“No.. take me now....” Donghae stretched his legs open wide, “Lai zai wo li mian. Come in me.”
Hankyung didn’t know where Donghae learned all this Chinese, but he loved it. Coming from his boyish lips, those words were some of the most sensuous things he had ever heard. He was determined, now, to fulfill his request.
Hankyung pushed into Donghae without much warning. Donghae let out a painful scream but smiled up at Hankyung to let him know that he was enjoying it. Hankyung kissed down Donghae’s neck, letting the boy to adjust to having him inside his body. Then he began to move, his pace increasing with each thrust.
Hankyung wrapped a hand around Donghae’s nearly forgotten erection and started pumping it along with his needy thrusts. Donghae’s head snapped back as he moaned his approval, hips bucking up into Hankyung.
“Ah! Hankyung! Right there!” Donghae screamed as Hankyung started hitting his sweet spot repeatedly. He came shortly after into Hankyung’s hand, his hyung’s name on his lips.
Donghae’s shuddering tight body around his cock was too much for Hankyung to handle. He came shortly after the other, filling Donghae with his warmth before pulling out and slumping on the bed next to him.
“Heechul-hyung....was right...”
“What?”
“You...are a great...teacher.”
Hankyung smiled slightly before drifting off to sleep.
A few hours later a figure slipped it’s way into Hankyung’s room and climbed on top of the sleeping naked Chinese boy.
“Hankyungie...”
Hankyung thought it was Donghae at first and looked to his side. Donghae wasn’t there. He then felt the weight on top of him and looked up to see Heechul squatting on his chest, looking down at him.
“You are such a whore!” Heechul whined as he slapped Hankyung lightly on his cheek.
Hankyung looked up at the older boy confused. “But... you were the one who sent him in here! You set me up!”
Heechul giggled and leaned his face close to the other’s. “I did, didn’t I? But, see, this way I can punish you for being such a slut, teacher-nim. And to prove that I’m your best student.”
He placed a hot kiss to Hankyung’s lips as he let his hands explore the other’s bare chest.
“Do you know how to say ‘goodnight’ in Chinese?” Heechul asked, pulling away from their kiss.
All that escaped from Hankyung’s lips was a deep moan as Heechul’s fingers wrapped around his erected cock.
“Xing. Sex.”