[Fic] Tease Me Please Me [Siwon/Heechul]
Title: Tease Me Please Me
Pairing: Siwon/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut!
Wordcount: 3,623
Warnings: Phone sex, use of toys, dirty talk, masturbation… bitchy Princesses?
Synopsis: Just because Siwon’s stuck in Taiwan does not mean the fun has to end!
AN: What you don’t know won’t hurt you 83
“Siwon-ah,” Heechul breathed out the word as he slammed the door shut loud enough to tell Jungsu that he did not wish to be disturbed. That is, if the leader ever managed pull himself out of the housework and cooking (his personal way of coping with the absence of his lover) to even notice that Heechul left the room to answer his phone.
“Hey,” a voice like velvet replied to him in accented English.
It felt like a lifetime since he had last heard it, or at least heard it so upbeat. Flashes of smiles; of the warm sun filtering through sheer curtains to shine on legs entangled under even warmer sheets. It was a whisper that often woke him in the morning: those soft lips brushing against his ear.
He felt like his spine was melting, just from that one simple word. It had been weeks since he had had the opportunity to speak to Siwon, only getting to see him through videos uploaded by Taiwanese fans on the internet, and countless photos of every time he and the group ventured outside.
Constantly trying to withhold the urge to send his lover little random messages whenever he felt like it, wore thin on Heechul strength and patience. Siwon would be too busy wowing the Chinese to be able to respond immediately, and Heechul knew that despite the circumstances, that would irk him greatly. He could not break several years’ worth of habit, and the instinct of his heart over night. Or ever. He sighed and leant back against the door.
It was not even like he got to see Siwon every day normally, but when he knew his lover was overseas, Heechul missed him so much is drove him crazy.
“You on a break?”
Siwon laughed, and how Heechul loved that sound, and the smile it made blossom on the other’s face. Those gorgeous dimples, he missed them too. “No. We’ve finished our schedules for today, so I’m yours all evening, Princess.”
Heechul bit his lip, trying to contain his glee. “How are the dongsaengs?”
“They’re all fine,” Siwon chuckled, but it was cut short as someone cried something in Mandarin in the background. It was too distant for Heechul to recognise the voice. Siwon shouted something back, thoughtful enough to hold the phone away from his mouth. The chuckle resumed and grew louder again. “They’re just leaving for the evening,”
“Oh? Don’t you want to join them?”
“I’d rather give my Princess the attention he deserves,”
“You sure?”
“Is it so wrong that I wanted to talk to you?”
Twisting a lock of growing brown hair around his finger, Heechul just hummed a simple reply.
“Well, if you’re busy…”
Heechul laughed slowly. “Don’t sound so sad, Horse. You know I love it when you ring,”
“I like it more when I ring and you don’t tease me,” Siwon chuckled again, causing Heechul to frown.
“I can’t help you there,” the brunette walked over to his bed, pristine from when Jungsu had invaded earlier, cleaning everything, and settled down on it with a little sigh. How good it felt to be comfortable with his favourite company, albeit via a phone call. “So, how have you been?”
Siwon sighed and there was a rustle as if he was running his fingers through his hair. Heechul wondered just what it would be like now, still wet from his post-schedule shower, or still sticky with gel and hairspray? Was it neat or tousled, falling into his deep, rich chocolate eyes?
“Good, but I didn’t want talk about that, ‘Rella.”
“Oh?”
“I had a dream about you last night,” Siwon said “more vivid than the others. I just wanted to hear your voice again, and know whether you’ve been trying to forget me.”
Heechul laughed, mischievously. “I could try, I suppose. If I believed even for a second that I even could.”
“Heh. I charmed myself pretty deep into you, didn’t I?”
“Charmed isn’t quite the word I was thinking, Simba.” A twist of a smirk graced Heechul’s plush lips. “But what was your dream about?”
“Just imagine what we’ll do when I get back to Seoul…”
“You’ll drag me out to dinner in a fancy restaurant - with you paying - and then a long walk by the river?”
Siwon hummed, he was smirking. “And after that, we’ll get a hotel room and-” he groaned with raw frustration. “What I wouldn’t do to touch you right now, ‘Rella.”
The brunette smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. He lay back on the mattress. “Tell me what we would do in this hotel room, Siwonnie. Tell me what you dreamed.”
“I fucked you in three different-”
“No. No.” Heechul hissed lowly. “Details! Details starting from when we’re given the key to the room, at reception desk.”
“I hope you’re alone,” Siwon groaned and that hair-rustle came again. He knew where this was going, the brunette smirked. “We walk away from the desk, trying not to be too obvious despite the fact I requested a double-”
“Queen,” Heechul interjected, tongue venturing out to moisten his lips.
“I requested a queen-sized bed,” Siwon said, “the elevator takes ages coming down to our level, and the way you stand there, with your legs a little apart, hands in your pockets… I reach that little bit closer to slide my hand into your back pocket,”
Heechul and hummed as he did so. Rolling onto his stomach, he flung his arm over the side of the bed and rummaged around underneath it, looking for a box he could only hope Jungsu had not peered into.
“I squeeze just a little, to get a feel of you, what I want, what I’ve missed so much. You’re still as firm as I remember, I can’t wait to push myself inside you, and you shiver at-”
“I don’t need to be told. I know what I’d do,” the brunette finally found what he was looking for and pulled it out into the open, beaming.
“Alright then,” the caller sighed. “The doors finally open and I squeeze that little bit harder to usher you inside. I don’t want to wait. The second the doors shut again, and as soon as we’re alone, I turn and push you back against the mirrored wall. It’s cold on my palms, but your lips are so hot, so hot they’re driving me crazy. Your body’s so warm-”
“Siwonnie, there’s a camera in the corner…”
“I don’t care, Heenim. I really don’t care,” Siwon breathed out. Heechul could tell there was a smile on those lips. A part of Siwon had always enjoyed letting others have a glimpse into their secret world. A touch of their hands on a TV appearance, touching thighs a moment longer than platonic allowed - a kiss in front of thousands of fans - such little things that drove people wild with their wild - and yet correct - assumptions and fantasies. But it was well covered by the fact Siwon also acted likewise, but without feeling, with everyone else in the group. “I want to feel you, my love. My hands on your hips then sliding under your shirt. All the way up to your nipples,”
Heechul slid his free hand up his shirt to delicately run his fingers along the sensitive flesh. It affected him, but not like as much as it would if it were Siwon’s ministrations, but he still knew how that felt and gave the appropriate sound.
Siwon’s breath hitched. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
“Aren’t you?” Heechul snapped back. He pulled the lid off the box, to remove a long, cylindrical shape of soft scarlet silicone. He’d bought it for its size; and though it was certainly not a replacement for his lover, it had still become a best friend when he needed it.
“Rella…”
“What? It’s perfectly safe, just continue,”
Siwon sighed, the kind of sigh that is submission. To Siwon, Heechul was the princess he always demanded to be treated as; a princess that he must keep pleased, in order to receive his favour; be able to touch that beautiful body. Every time he heard it that sighh, the brunette felt a tingle of narcissistic pleasure run down his spine.
“I pull away from your mouth-”
Heechul whimpered like he always did when his lover left his lips, knowing that as much as he hated the weakness it showed him having, Siwon loved it. Perhaps for that very reason, taking his lover’s ‘Prince Complex’ into consideration.
“-and start to kiss down your neck. The doors open again, so I pull you towards me by your belt loops.”
“I twist my fingers in your hair, to keep your mouth on me, because I want you to mark me,” he heard Siwon almost growl; he licked his lips again, “as I look for our room. I know you’ve put the keycard in your front pocket, so as we reach our room, I slide my hand in, slowly, enough to feel your heat and feel your cock twitch against me,”
A quiet groan came from the phone. Heechul could imagine his lover, so many miles away, teasing himself with his fingers exactly as he was describing… but he wanted to focus more on this dream, where they were together.
“But I don’t palm you like I know you want. I just take the keycard and slide it into the door.”
“I slam you against the door, forcing it open and kiss you again. Your mouth’s open from the shock of contact, so I slide my tongue in. You taste of the wine we had at dinner, of the chocolate I fed you when we were by the river; of that gorgeous natural sweetness I lap up, tickling the roof of your mouth so you convulse into me,”
Heechul released a little moan. “I grab your hips and pull you closer. We walk backwards blindly into the room. I’m consumed in your kiss, drawing you deeper and deeper into my mouth; hands on your chest. The way you’re always so firm and warm turns me on, Simba. I want your shirt gone.”
“I pull away from your mouth-” Heechul whimpered again “-and pull my shirt off, grabbing yours as well. And back to your lips again. Your cheeks, your chin, your neck. Can I mark you, Heenim?”
Groaning, Heechul nodded, scoffed at himself and said breathlessly, “Yes,” Imagination was by far not enough, but the husky murmurs of his lover in his ear were better than memories or things produced by their fans that he had to touch himself to. Would it have hurt Siwon too much to just send a few private naked photos every once in a while?
“I push you back on the bed and pause to stare at you. You are so gorgeous. My beautiful Princess.”
Heechul rolled himself onto his back again, nestling into the mattress before settling with his legs spread. With a smirk, he left his red toy beside him. “I close my eyes and stroke my hands down my chest,” he did so, gasping slightly as he pinched at his own nipples again. They perked quickly, and he moved on, “all the way to my jeans, to unbutton them slowly,” he heard Siwon’s low intake of breath. The brunette was half-hard as he unzipped his trousers, “and take them off,” he raised his hips and shimmied the denim to the floor. He cupped a palm around the growing bulge in his boxers, though he did not say it, the moan he produced was enough.
“Rella, you tease me again,” Siwon whispered. There was a rustle of fabric and an almost inaudible sound of a zipper. Heechul bit his lip, working himself up to a full erection, rubbing his hand over his clothed cock, as he imagined his handsome lover, standing before him, tanned, naked and utterly wanting. Every shadow the defined muscles of his abdomen cast, every dip and rise familiar to his hands and tongue, and yet both ached desperately to explore once again. And just below that, Siwon’s thick cock would be yearning for him.
“I need you,” Heechul said. It wasn’t entirely part of the game, his image be damned. “I need you, Simba.”
The other hushed him gently, lowering his voice as if he was whispering; Heechul could imagine those lips against his ear. “I know, Princess, I know. Just got to be patient,”
Heechul groaned and pushed his hand against his groin harder, feeling the heat and the moistness of the soft cotton. The friction. “Touch me.”
Siwon inhaled deeply, steadying himself. “I place my hands on your feet, sliding off your socks and curl my fingers,” those long, long fingers; how they made Heechul’s heart skip a beat when they caressed him, lovingly, possessively. “around your ankles and trail my way up to your thighs.”
Pausing for a moment, Heechul switched the call onto speakerphone, leaving the phone besides his head where he could hear and be heard clearly. He withdrew his hand from his groin, resting his wrist on his hip, waiting.
“Do you want me to touch your cock, ‘Rella?”
“You’ll have to take my boxers off first,” Heechul replied. A ghost of a smile graced his lips.
“My hands are on your hips. Can you feel my fingernails? Digging in just-” the brunette groaned, remembering the feel of nails in his skin. Siwon so rarely played that way - only when Heechul pushed him, or they had been apart for so long that desire clouded reason, and Heechul’s narcissism. Even then, Siwon only ever scratched enough to please, whilst still maintaining the unbreakable sense of love that meant no pain, no harm. “Keep doing that, Princess. Make me want you so hard I lose myself. I’m sliding them off now.”
Heechul pushed his underwear off his hips, kicking them away like they were dangerous.
“I wrap my fingers around you, my thumb brushing your tip. My love, there’s a lot of precome.”
“I’ve missed you,” Heechul mirrored his lover’s words with his own hand. He jerked at the touch, gasping. He hadn’t touched himself in days. Even longer since he’d done so with Siwon watching. Although he was not, it felt like his lover was in the room. The speakerphone was louder than an ordinary call: he could hear every breath, every groaned; even the soft gulp of saliva. “Is there enough?”
“Enough?” Siwon asked coyly. “Enough to stroke you. Fingers teasing the underside, gentle but firm.”
Heechul’s hips pressed towards his fist, away from the mattress with its cold sheets. He felt warmth, pleasure, things that had been all but denied to him the last few weeks. His head pressed back, mouth open, he moaned out his lover’s name.
The other growled, “One more like that, Heenim. One more and I’m going to fuck you.”
“Work for it,” he all but spat back. Less talk, more description.
“My fist runs down your cock, returning to the head. I press my thumb against the slit. Can you feel that? Feel the circles I’m rubbing into you?”
Heechul groaned, doing so, taking as much as he could of the intense sensations that ran down his stiff length to coil like a skulking serpent in his belly. When it got too much, he jerked himself off quickly; the change in his breath signified to Siwon what he was doing.
“Do you want to come?”
“N…Not yet.”
“Then stop, Princess. Take my fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself,” Heechul pulled his hand up to his lips. They smelt of musk, familiar, and bitter on his tongue. “Slick them good, I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve waited so long for me, haven’t you, my love?”
Twirling his tongue around his fingers, Heechul made sure that they were sufficiently wet. He continued until he couldn’t taste his fluid on them anymore; until Siwon whispered to him again.
“Are you finished?”
He removed his digits from his mouth, and trailed them down his body how Siwon always did, ticklishly circling his navel before ghosting down his flat stomach. And then teasing bypassing his groin. His cock throbbed for attention.
Was this selfish of him? Taking all the attention; not giving Siwon any stimulus other than his voice? Heechul chewed his lower lip, contemplating lazily as his hand slipped between his thighs. No… He bent his legs to spread them comfortably. Siwon was more than accustomed to his demanding nature; used to putting his own needs on the sideline to please others.
“Ready, love?”
There was no need to tentative probes or uncertainty: he’d done this so many times. Times when he was on his own, times when Siwon wanted to watch, times when he wanted Siwon to watch. He pressed the pad of his index finger against the puckered muscle of his entrance as his lover always did when he asked for permission. Pressure was light, but enough to be felt; enough that one sudden slip of his hips, and it would be inside him.
“Yeah,”
They matched an intake of breath, knowing that this would be the point where they would kiss again, deeper and slower because they’d all but completely passed wild fervour now, leaving a deep-running passion. But neither had the heart to tease, as that was all this affair was in essence, to announce what they would be doing when the time came.
“I love you,” Siwon whispered.
Heechul pressed that little bit harder, and his finger wormed inside with some resistance past the initial tight ring of muscle. “I know,” he breathed as a sigh.
Siwon inhaled again, deeper than before. There was a quiet gulp before his voice filled the brunette’s senses once again. “Prep yourself quickly, ‘Rel. I don’t want to wait. I can’t want to wait any longer.”
And in normal circumstances, that would be the perfect time for Heechul to slow his ministrations; to twist his fingers to rub against his prostate, releasing moans, raising his hips to grind into air, all in the name of driving his lover insane enough that maybe, just maybe he’d leave all of his tender affections on the bedside table just once. But these were no normal circumstances.
Even when they met, to set this fantasy firmly into reality, Heechul knew he would not stand a chance of finding the patience to wait. In fact, he doubted he would even have the patience to endure the evening on a date, where he could only gaze into those chocolate eyes across the table, aching to his core to see them above him, or below him, glazed and hooded.
He added the second finger soon after the first, easing the tightness to his body in efficient, practised scissor movements. Evenly, before he turned to the vibrator that lay near-forgotten by his side. He grabbed at it, frowned, before summoning enough saliva as he could and covering the soft shaft with it in long drags of his tongue. It tasted of nothing but the soap he had last cleaned it with, not at all the taste he wanted, of skin and salt.
“Okay,”
He pulled his hand back and planted it firmly on the bed beside his quivering thigh. Hearing the snap of a bottle cap opening, Heechul smiled. At least one of them was fully prepared.
“Okay. My hands are on your thighs, always soft like velvet and warm,”
“I’m shaking, shaking for you, Siwonnie,”
Siwon hissed in a breath like he was biting his lip to restrain himself. Or maybe smirking. “I curl my fingers around your knees,” the brunette gasped - he was always ticklish there. “and lift them up as I take my place between your legs.”
Heechul positioned the vibrator against his own body as if it were the younger’s erection pressing against his inner thigh. He missed dearly the weight of another, taller, more masculine body on top of his. “You’re so hard, baby. So hot.”
“Only for you.” Siwon’s voice was low again.
I want you here, now, with me. Just this once, Heechul’s voice echoed in his head.
“Are you ready?”
Heechul pressed the thick tip of the vibrator against his hole and took a deep breath. It wasn’t that he was ashamed in what he was doing, and did not want to be heard by Jungsu wherever he, only the other side of the door, but he wasn’t a complete exhibitionist.
“Yeah,”
“Okay,” Siwon swallowed heavily, Heechul could tell it was in anticipation. For pleasure, for fantasy or for a hope of the future, that was what he didn’t know. “I lower my hips, entering you slowly. I haven’t felt you in forever, my love. You’re so tight,” the voice from the phone groaned, but it was all but drowned out in Heechul’s breathy sigh as he pushed the red toy inside himself.
They lay like that for a moment, savouring the sound of each other’s breathing, giving the time that it would take Heechul to familiarize his body with his lover after so long.
And then Siwon spoke again, with the same tenderness that had been there the last time they spoke face to face. “How do you want it, Heenim?”
“Now?” Heechul said, “Fast and hard, Simba. We’ll leave the slow and loving until we meet,”
“Cinderella,” Siwon spoke so softly, Heechul could imagine tears forming in those eyes. “It’s always loving, what we do, isn’t it?”
There was a sickening twist in Heechul’s gut that he needed to quell, and it was not a need for release. He sucked in a breath. “Yes, Siwon, I guess it is.”
Pairing: Siwon/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut!
Wordcount: 3,623
Warnings: Phone sex, use of toys, dirty talk, masturbation… bitchy Princesses?
Synopsis: Just because Siwon’s stuck in Taiwan does not mean the fun has to end!
AN: What you don’t know won’t hurt you 83
“Siwon-ah,” Heechul breathed out the word as he slammed the door shut loud enough to tell Jungsu that he did not wish to be disturbed. That is, if the leader ever managed pull himself out of the housework and cooking (his personal way of coping with the absence of his lover) to even notice that Heechul left the room to answer his phone.
“Hey,” a voice like velvet replied to him in accented English.
It felt like a lifetime since he had last heard it, or at least heard it so upbeat. Flashes of smiles; of the warm sun filtering through sheer curtains to shine on legs entangled under even warmer sheets. It was a whisper that often woke him in the morning: those soft lips brushing against his ear.
He felt like his spine was melting, just from that one simple word. It had been weeks since he had had the opportunity to speak to Siwon, only getting to see him through videos uploaded by Taiwanese fans on the internet, and countless photos of every time he and the group ventured outside.
Constantly trying to withhold the urge to send his lover little random messages whenever he felt like it, wore thin on Heechul strength and patience. Siwon would be too busy wowing the Chinese to be able to respond immediately, and Heechul knew that despite the circumstances, that would irk him greatly. He could not break several years’ worth of habit, and the instinct of his heart over night. Or ever. He sighed and leant back against the door.
It was not even like he got to see Siwon every day normally, but when he knew his lover was overseas, Heechul missed him so much is drove him crazy.
“You on a break?”
Siwon laughed, and how Heechul loved that sound, and the smile it made blossom on the other’s face. Those gorgeous dimples, he missed them too. “No. We’ve finished our schedules for today, so I’m yours all evening, Princess.”
Heechul bit his lip, trying to contain his glee. “How are the dongsaengs?”
“They’re all fine,” Siwon chuckled, but it was cut short as someone cried something in Mandarin in the background. It was too distant for Heechul to recognise the voice. Siwon shouted something back, thoughtful enough to hold the phone away from his mouth. The chuckle resumed and grew louder again. “They’re just leaving for the evening,”
“Oh? Don’t you want to join them?”
“I’d rather give my Princess the attention he deserves,”
“You sure?”
“Is it so wrong that I wanted to talk to you?”
Twisting a lock of growing brown hair around his finger, Heechul just hummed a simple reply.
“Well, if you’re busy…”
Heechul laughed slowly. “Don’t sound so sad, Horse. You know I love it when you ring,”
“I like it more when I ring and you don’t tease me,” Siwon chuckled again, causing Heechul to frown.
“I can’t help you there,” the brunette walked over to his bed, pristine from when Jungsu had invaded earlier, cleaning everything, and settled down on it with a little sigh. How good it felt to be comfortable with his favourite company, albeit via a phone call. “So, how have you been?”
Siwon sighed and there was a rustle as if he was running his fingers through his hair. Heechul wondered just what it would be like now, still wet from his post-schedule shower, or still sticky with gel and hairspray? Was it neat or tousled, falling into his deep, rich chocolate eyes?
“Good, but I didn’t want talk about that, ‘Rella.”
“Oh?”
“I had a dream about you last night,” Siwon said “more vivid than the others. I just wanted to hear your voice again, and know whether you’ve been trying to forget me.”
Heechul laughed, mischievously. “I could try, I suppose. If I believed even for a second that I even could.”
“Heh. I charmed myself pretty deep into you, didn’t I?”
“Charmed isn’t quite the word I was thinking, Simba.” A twist of a smirk graced Heechul’s plush lips. “But what was your dream about?”
“Just imagine what we’ll do when I get back to Seoul…”
“You’ll drag me out to dinner in a fancy restaurant - with you paying - and then a long walk by the river?”
Siwon hummed, he was smirking. “And after that, we’ll get a hotel room and-” he groaned with raw frustration. “What I wouldn’t do to touch you right now, ‘Rella.”
The brunette smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. He lay back on the mattress. “Tell me what we would do in this hotel room, Siwonnie. Tell me what you dreamed.”
“I fucked you in three different-”
“No. No.” Heechul hissed lowly. “Details! Details starting from when we’re given the key to the room, at reception desk.”
“I hope you’re alone,” Siwon groaned and that hair-rustle came again. He knew where this was going, the brunette smirked. “We walk away from the desk, trying not to be too obvious despite the fact I requested a double-”
“Queen,” Heechul interjected, tongue venturing out to moisten his lips.
“I requested a queen-sized bed,” Siwon said, “the elevator takes ages coming down to our level, and the way you stand there, with your legs a little apart, hands in your pockets… I reach that little bit closer to slide my hand into your back pocket,”
Heechul and hummed as he did so. Rolling onto his stomach, he flung his arm over the side of the bed and rummaged around underneath it, looking for a box he could only hope Jungsu had not peered into.
“I squeeze just a little, to get a feel of you, what I want, what I’ve missed so much. You’re still as firm as I remember, I can’t wait to push myself inside you, and you shiver at-”
“I don’t need to be told. I know what I’d do,” the brunette finally found what he was looking for and pulled it out into the open, beaming.
“Alright then,” the caller sighed. “The doors finally open and I squeeze that little bit harder to usher you inside. I don’t want to wait. The second the doors shut again, and as soon as we’re alone, I turn and push you back against the mirrored wall. It’s cold on my palms, but your lips are so hot, so hot they’re driving me crazy. Your body’s so warm-”
“Siwonnie, there’s a camera in the corner…”
“I don’t care, Heenim. I really don’t care,” Siwon breathed out. Heechul could tell there was a smile on those lips. A part of Siwon had always enjoyed letting others have a glimpse into their secret world. A touch of their hands on a TV appearance, touching thighs a moment longer than platonic allowed - a kiss in front of thousands of fans - such little things that drove people wild with their wild - and yet correct - assumptions and fantasies. But it was well covered by the fact Siwon also acted likewise, but without feeling, with everyone else in the group. “I want to feel you, my love. My hands on your hips then sliding under your shirt. All the way up to your nipples,”
Heechul slid his free hand up his shirt to delicately run his fingers along the sensitive flesh. It affected him, but not like as much as it would if it were Siwon’s ministrations, but he still knew how that felt and gave the appropriate sound.
Siwon’s breath hitched. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
“Aren’t you?” Heechul snapped back. He pulled the lid off the box, to remove a long, cylindrical shape of soft scarlet silicone. He’d bought it for its size; and though it was certainly not a replacement for his lover, it had still become a best friend when he needed it.
“Rella…”
“What? It’s perfectly safe, just continue,”
Siwon sighed, the kind of sigh that is submission. To Siwon, Heechul was the princess he always demanded to be treated as; a princess that he must keep pleased, in order to receive his favour; be able to touch that beautiful body. Every time he heard it that sighh, the brunette felt a tingle of narcissistic pleasure run down his spine.
“I pull away from your mouth-”
Heechul whimpered like he always did when his lover left his lips, knowing that as much as he hated the weakness it showed him having, Siwon loved it. Perhaps for that very reason, taking his lover’s ‘Prince Complex’ into consideration.
“-and start to kiss down your neck. The doors open again, so I pull you towards me by your belt loops.”
“I twist my fingers in your hair, to keep your mouth on me, because I want you to mark me,” he heard Siwon almost growl; he licked his lips again, “as I look for our room. I know you’ve put the keycard in your front pocket, so as we reach our room, I slide my hand in, slowly, enough to feel your heat and feel your cock twitch against me,”
A quiet groan came from the phone. Heechul could imagine his lover, so many miles away, teasing himself with his fingers exactly as he was describing… but he wanted to focus more on this dream, where they were together.
“But I don’t palm you like I know you want. I just take the keycard and slide it into the door.”
“I slam you against the door, forcing it open and kiss you again. Your mouth’s open from the shock of contact, so I slide my tongue in. You taste of the wine we had at dinner, of the chocolate I fed you when we were by the river; of that gorgeous natural sweetness I lap up, tickling the roof of your mouth so you convulse into me,”
Heechul released a little moan. “I grab your hips and pull you closer. We walk backwards blindly into the room. I’m consumed in your kiss, drawing you deeper and deeper into my mouth; hands on your chest. The way you’re always so firm and warm turns me on, Simba. I want your shirt gone.”
“I pull away from your mouth-” Heechul whimpered again “-and pull my shirt off, grabbing yours as well. And back to your lips again. Your cheeks, your chin, your neck. Can I mark you, Heenim?”
Groaning, Heechul nodded, scoffed at himself and said breathlessly, “Yes,” Imagination was by far not enough, but the husky murmurs of his lover in his ear were better than memories or things produced by their fans that he had to touch himself to. Would it have hurt Siwon too much to just send a few private naked photos every once in a while?
“I push you back on the bed and pause to stare at you. You are so gorgeous. My beautiful Princess.”
Heechul rolled himself onto his back again, nestling into the mattress before settling with his legs spread. With a smirk, he left his red toy beside him. “I close my eyes and stroke my hands down my chest,” he did so, gasping slightly as he pinched at his own nipples again. They perked quickly, and he moved on, “all the way to my jeans, to unbutton them slowly,” he heard Siwon’s low intake of breath. The brunette was half-hard as he unzipped his trousers, “and take them off,” he raised his hips and shimmied the denim to the floor. He cupped a palm around the growing bulge in his boxers, though he did not say it, the moan he produced was enough.
“Rella, you tease me again,” Siwon whispered. There was a rustle of fabric and an almost inaudible sound of a zipper. Heechul bit his lip, working himself up to a full erection, rubbing his hand over his clothed cock, as he imagined his handsome lover, standing before him, tanned, naked and utterly wanting. Every shadow the defined muscles of his abdomen cast, every dip and rise familiar to his hands and tongue, and yet both ached desperately to explore once again. And just below that, Siwon’s thick cock would be yearning for him.
“I need you,” Heechul said. It wasn’t entirely part of the game, his image be damned. “I need you, Simba.”
The other hushed him gently, lowering his voice as if he was whispering; Heechul could imagine those lips against his ear. “I know, Princess, I know. Just got to be patient,”
Heechul groaned and pushed his hand against his groin harder, feeling the heat and the moistness of the soft cotton. The friction. “Touch me.”
Siwon inhaled deeply, steadying himself. “I place my hands on your feet, sliding off your socks and curl my fingers,” those long, long fingers; how they made Heechul’s heart skip a beat when they caressed him, lovingly, possessively. “around your ankles and trail my way up to your thighs.”
Pausing for a moment, Heechul switched the call onto speakerphone, leaving the phone besides his head where he could hear and be heard clearly. He withdrew his hand from his groin, resting his wrist on his hip, waiting.
“Do you want me to touch your cock, ‘Rella?”
“You’ll have to take my boxers off first,” Heechul replied. A ghost of a smile graced his lips.
“My hands are on your hips. Can you feel my fingernails? Digging in just-” the brunette groaned, remembering the feel of nails in his skin. Siwon so rarely played that way - only when Heechul pushed him, or they had been apart for so long that desire clouded reason, and Heechul’s narcissism. Even then, Siwon only ever scratched enough to please, whilst still maintaining the unbreakable sense of love that meant no pain, no harm. “Keep doing that, Princess. Make me want you so hard I lose myself. I’m sliding them off now.”
Heechul pushed his underwear off his hips, kicking them away like they were dangerous.
“I wrap my fingers around you, my thumb brushing your tip. My love, there’s a lot of precome.”
“I’ve missed you,” Heechul mirrored his lover’s words with his own hand. He jerked at the touch, gasping. He hadn’t touched himself in days. Even longer since he’d done so with Siwon watching. Although he was not, it felt like his lover was in the room. The speakerphone was louder than an ordinary call: he could hear every breath, every groaned; even the soft gulp of saliva. “Is there enough?”
“Enough?” Siwon asked coyly. “Enough to stroke you. Fingers teasing the underside, gentle but firm.”
Heechul’s hips pressed towards his fist, away from the mattress with its cold sheets. He felt warmth, pleasure, things that had been all but denied to him the last few weeks. His head pressed back, mouth open, he moaned out his lover’s name.
The other growled, “One more like that, Heenim. One more and I’m going to fuck you.”
“Work for it,” he all but spat back. Less talk, more description.
“My fist runs down your cock, returning to the head. I press my thumb against the slit. Can you feel that? Feel the circles I’m rubbing into you?”
Heechul groaned, doing so, taking as much as he could of the intense sensations that ran down his stiff length to coil like a skulking serpent in his belly. When it got too much, he jerked himself off quickly; the change in his breath signified to Siwon what he was doing.
“Do you want to come?”
“N…Not yet.”
“Then stop, Princess. Take my fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself,” Heechul pulled his hand up to his lips. They smelt of musk, familiar, and bitter on his tongue. “Slick them good, I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve waited so long for me, haven’t you, my love?”
Twirling his tongue around his fingers, Heechul made sure that they were sufficiently wet. He continued until he couldn’t taste his fluid on them anymore; until Siwon whispered to him again.
“Are you finished?”
He removed his digits from his mouth, and trailed them down his body how Siwon always did, ticklishly circling his navel before ghosting down his flat stomach. And then teasing bypassing his groin. His cock throbbed for attention.
Was this selfish of him? Taking all the attention; not giving Siwon any stimulus other than his voice? Heechul chewed his lower lip, contemplating lazily as his hand slipped between his thighs. No… He bent his legs to spread them comfortably. Siwon was more than accustomed to his demanding nature; used to putting his own needs on the sideline to please others.
“Ready, love?”
There was no need to tentative probes or uncertainty: he’d done this so many times. Times when he was on his own, times when Siwon wanted to watch, times when he wanted Siwon to watch. He pressed the pad of his index finger against the puckered muscle of his entrance as his lover always did when he asked for permission. Pressure was light, but enough to be felt; enough that one sudden slip of his hips, and it would be inside him.
“Yeah,”
They matched an intake of breath, knowing that this would be the point where they would kiss again, deeper and slower because they’d all but completely passed wild fervour now, leaving a deep-running passion. But neither had the heart to tease, as that was all this affair was in essence, to announce what they would be doing when the time came.
“I love you,” Siwon whispered.
Heechul pressed that little bit harder, and his finger wormed inside with some resistance past the initial tight ring of muscle. “I know,” he breathed as a sigh.
Siwon inhaled again, deeper than before. There was a quiet gulp before his voice filled the brunette’s senses once again. “Prep yourself quickly, ‘Rel. I don’t want to wait. I can’t want to wait any longer.”
And in normal circumstances, that would be the perfect time for Heechul to slow his ministrations; to twist his fingers to rub against his prostate, releasing moans, raising his hips to grind into air, all in the name of driving his lover insane enough that maybe, just maybe he’d leave all of his tender affections on the bedside table just once. But these were no normal circumstances.
Even when they met, to set this fantasy firmly into reality, Heechul knew he would not stand a chance of finding the patience to wait. In fact, he doubted he would even have the patience to endure the evening on a date, where he could only gaze into those chocolate eyes across the table, aching to his core to see them above him, or below him, glazed and hooded.
He added the second finger soon after the first, easing the tightness to his body in efficient, practised scissor movements. Evenly, before he turned to the vibrator that lay near-forgotten by his side. He grabbed at it, frowned, before summoning enough saliva as he could and covering the soft shaft with it in long drags of his tongue. It tasted of nothing but the soap he had last cleaned it with, not at all the taste he wanted, of skin and salt.
“Okay,”
He pulled his hand back and planted it firmly on the bed beside his quivering thigh. Hearing the snap of a bottle cap opening, Heechul smiled. At least one of them was fully prepared.
“Okay. My hands are on your thighs, always soft like velvet and warm,”
“I’m shaking, shaking for you, Siwonnie,”
Siwon hissed in a breath like he was biting his lip to restrain himself. Or maybe smirking. “I curl my fingers around your knees,” the brunette gasped - he was always ticklish there. “and lift them up as I take my place between your legs.”
Heechul positioned the vibrator against his own body as if it were the younger’s erection pressing against his inner thigh. He missed dearly the weight of another, taller, more masculine body on top of his. “You’re so hard, baby. So hot.”
“Only for you.” Siwon’s voice was low again.
I want you here, now, with me. Just this once, Heechul’s voice echoed in his head.
“Are you ready?”
Heechul pressed the thick tip of the vibrator against his hole and took a deep breath. It wasn’t that he was ashamed in what he was doing, and did not want to be heard by Jungsu wherever he, only the other side of the door, but he wasn’t a complete exhibitionist.
“Yeah,”
“Okay,” Siwon swallowed heavily, Heechul could tell it was in anticipation. For pleasure, for fantasy or for a hope of the future, that was what he didn’t know. “I lower my hips, entering you slowly. I haven’t felt you in forever, my love. You’re so tight,” the voice from the phone groaned, but it was all but drowned out in Heechul’s breathy sigh as he pushed the red toy inside himself.
They lay like that for a moment, savouring the sound of each other’s breathing, giving the time that it would take Heechul to familiarize his body with his lover after so long.
And then Siwon spoke again, with the same tenderness that had been there the last time they spoke face to face. “How do you want it, Heenim?”
“Now?” Heechul said, “Fast and hard, Simba. We’ll leave the slow and loving until we meet,”
“Cinderella,” Siwon spoke so softly, Heechul could imagine tears forming in those eyes. “It’s always loving, what we do, isn’t it?”
There was a sickening twist in Heechul’s gut that he needed to quell, and it was not a need for release. He sucked in a breath. “Yes, Siwon, I guess it is.”