A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Belated birthday present for sugarless_666. Camera!fic. Sihanchul. Sounds difficult to mess up, right? ...Let's just say I like a challenge. *fails* I hope you find it at least semi-shiny, Anna! ♥
A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
pairing: Siwon/Hangeng(/Heechul)
Heechul likes drinking with Hangeng and Siwon for a variety of reasons. He likes that Hangeng's Korean becomes more fluent and his eyes more mischievous with each shot he downs. He likes that Siwon is a lightweight and after a few glasses of soju will laugh uproariously at anything Heechul says and hang all over anyone in sight (not all too different from his behavior when sober, Heechul realizes, but amusing nonetheless). He likes that Hangeng talks shit about the other members and that Siwon can be convinced two times out of three to get up on a table or a bar counter and shake his ass. What he likes most, though, is that they let him watch them make out.
Siwon and Hangeng always make out when they're drunk. It usually starts when Siwon stumbles away from Heechul or down off of a table and drapes himself over Hangeng. Hangeng's arms slip around his waist, his thumbs trace circles over the small of Siwon's back, and then as if at some cue heard only by the two of them their lips suddenly meet. Hangeng is a good kisser-Heechul knows from experience-and Siwon is quite clearly not. There's something about this that makes the kiss even hotter, something about the way that Siwon sighs into it, the way his lips move too stiffly at first, then betray glimpses of pink tongue as he becomes sloppily overeager. Somewhere along the way, Hangeng's hand usually finds its way up to cradle Siwon's jaw and both of Siwon's clench tightly into Hangeng's shirt, and when the kiss finally breaks Siwon is panting slightly and Hangeng's eyes are blazing with dark fire. Then Hangeng licks his lips and glances around nervously, and Siwon's cheeks redden as he laughs and says too loudly, "I'm so drunk!" As if he's fooling anyone. As if he thinks Heechul can't hear the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings from Hangeng's room at night or the moans behind the bathroom door in the morning. It would be cute if it weren't so ridiculous.
This night is no different from any other-the three of them are drinking in Hangeng's room, listening to CDs of underground Chinese rock bands Hangeng brought back with him after his last visit home, and Heechul has just convinced Siwon to get up on the dresser and dance. He looks at Siwon's drunkenly swaying form, looks at Hangeng's intent eyes and slightly parted lips, then steps forward and smacks Siwon's ass, hard. It's a nice ass, but that's not why he does it-he finds that if he does something to bring out Hangeng's possessive side, the inevitable kiss is much more interesting to watch. Siwon yelps and his eyes go wide, but he is smiling, and Hangeng is smiling too when he reaches out a hand to help Siwon down from the dresser. Like clockwork, Heechul thinks as he watches the interlocking of lips, the intertwining of tongues, the flutter of eyelashes and the grasping of hands.
And then something different happens. Hangeng looks at Heechul with lidded eyes, then turns back to Siwon and says something in Mandarin like melted chocolate. Siwon's cheeks go redder than usual and his eyes open even wider than before, but he nods. And then Hangeng starts kissing him again. And slides his shirt over his head. And falls with him, lips never parting, onto the bed.
It's not that Heechul is at a loss for words-Heechul is never at a loss for words-it's just that he worries that the words that come immediately to mind (among them, Holy shit!, Holy fuck! and Go Hannie go!) might interrupt this exceedingly fortuitous sequence of events. So instead he just stands back and watches as Hangeng rolls on top of Siwon, tilting his head up with a hand behind his neck so he can kiss him more deeply, and Siwon runs his hands over Hangeng's back, and then up under his shirt, and then down the front of his pants...
Heechul is so mesmerized by the rhythmic motion of Siwon's hand beneath the denim of Hangeng's jeans that it takes him a moment to realize Hangeng is staring back at him. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," Hangeng says, and Heechul really isn't at a loss for words, not at all, in fact he's just about to say...well, something appropriately biting in return when Hangeng smiles and continues. "Or maybe you should just go get your video camera."
It is a distinct possibility that he's joking, but Heechul decides that any attempts at humor are invalidated by Siwon's hand down his pants and sprints from the room and into his own room next door, almost slamming his head on two doorjambs on the way and swearing colorfully each time. He yanks open a dresser drawer with a bang, grabs his camcorder and makes it back just in time to film Hangeng going down on Siwon.
Later, when Heechul watches the video, he will hear himself whisper, "Holy fuck!" as Hangeng effortlessly takes Siwon's cock all the way to the base, but now he is no longer aware of anything he is doing, no longer conscious of anything but what appears in the viewfinder. He films a long shot of Siwon splayed naked on the bed and Hangeng nestled between his spread legs in nothing but pair of boxer briefs, ass bouncing up and down in counterpoint with his bobbing head. Then he moves in and slowly films up Siwon's leg, from his toes curled in pleasure to his thighs trembling under Hangeng's caresses. He lingers on Hangeng's face as Siwon's cock slides slick in and out of his mouth, camera caught on fine, cruel lips and finer crueler eyes and Siwon's hands, hovering just inches away, fighting desperately to keep from sinking into Hangeng's hair and gripping for dear life.
When Heechul finally tears the camera away he finds the muscles of Siwon's torso rippling, announcing the beginning of the end, and follows them up to Siwon's face. Siwon's eyes are mercurial and pleading, staring straight into the camera with such helpless need that Heechul knows he will rarely make it past this portion of the tape. Siwon's lips quiver and his breath comes out in ragged gasps, and then suddenly his mouth opens wide and his head snaps back. He is coming, excruciating pleasure writ large over his face, eyes wide and wild, "Hannie," escaping from his lips broken and beautiful between groans. Hangeng's hand reaches up and runs gentle fingers over his exposed Adam's apple.
When Heechul turns the camera back down again, he sees Hangeng licking a strand of cum off his bottom lip (and missing a small bit lower on his chin), and then he sees hands and the camera is gone and Hangeng is alarmingly close.
"That's all you'll be filming today," he says, and Heechul certainly isn't at a loss for words this time, because this party is just getting started, and-
"Unless you think you can film and join us at the same time."
Oh, he thinks, and shrugs. Hangeng smiles, places the camera carefully on the dresser and pulls Heechul down onto the bed.
***
It is months later, the twenty-somethingth time that Heechul starts the tape, that he watches far enough to realize that when Hengeng puts the camera down, he winks straight at it and doesn't turn it off.
A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
pairing: Siwon/Hangeng(/Heechul)
Heechul likes drinking with Hangeng and Siwon for a variety of reasons. He likes that Hangeng's Korean becomes more fluent and his eyes more mischievous with each shot he downs. He likes that Siwon is a lightweight and after a few glasses of soju will laugh uproariously at anything Heechul says and hang all over anyone in sight (not all too different from his behavior when sober, Heechul realizes, but amusing nonetheless). He likes that Hangeng talks shit about the other members and that Siwon can be convinced two times out of three to get up on a table or a bar counter and shake his ass. What he likes most, though, is that they let him watch them make out.
Siwon and Hangeng always make out when they're drunk. It usually starts when Siwon stumbles away from Heechul or down off of a table and drapes himself over Hangeng. Hangeng's arms slip around his waist, his thumbs trace circles over the small of Siwon's back, and then as if at some cue heard only by the two of them their lips suddenly meet. Hangeng is a good kisser-Heechul knows from experience-and Siwon is quite clearly not. There's something about this that makes the kiss even hotter, something about the way that Siwon sighs into it, the way his lips move too stiffly at first, then betray glimpses of pink tongue as he becomes sloppily overeager. Somewhere along the way, Hangeng's hand usually finds its way up to cradle Siwon's jaw and both of Siwon's clench tightly into Hangeng's shirt, and when the kiss finally breaks Siwon is panting slightly and Hangeng's eyes are blazing with dark fire. Then Hangeng licks his lips and glances around nervously, and Siwon's cheeks redden as he laughs and says too loudly, "I'm so drunk!" As if he's fooling anyone. As if he thinks Heechul can't hear the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings from Hangeng's room at night or the moans behind the bathroom door in the morning. It would be cute if it weren't so ridiculous.
This night is no different from any other-the three of them are drinking in Hangeng's room, listening to CDs of underground Chinese rock bands Hangeng brought back with him after his last visit home, and Heechul has just convinced Siwon to get up on the dresser and dance. He looks at Siwon's drunkenly swaying form, looks at Hangeng's intent eyes and slightly parted lips, then steps forward and smacks Siwon's ass, hard. It's a nice ass, but that's not why he does it-he finds that if he does something to bring out Hangeng's possessive side, the inevitable kiss is much more interesting to watch. Siwon yelps and his eyes go wide, but he is smiling, and Hangeng is smiling too when he reaches out a hand to help Siwon down from the dresser. Like clockwork, Heechul thinks as he watches the interlocking of lips, the intertwining of tongues, the flutter of eyelashes and the grasping of hands.
And then something different happens. Hangeng looks at Heechul with lidded eyes, then turns back to Siwon and says something in Mandarin like melted chocolate. Siwon's cheeks go redder than usual and his eyes open even wider than before, but he nods. And then Hangeng starts kissing him again. And slides his shirt over his head. And falls with him, lips never parting, onto the bed.
It's not that Heechul is at a loss for words-Heechul is never at a loss for words-it's just that he worries that the words that come immediately to mind (among them, Holy shit!, Holy fuck! and Go Hannie go!) might interrupt this exceedingly fortuitous sequence of events. So instead he just stands back and watches as Hangeng rolls on top of Siwon, tilting his head up with a hand behind his neck so he can kiss him more deeply, and Siwon runs his hands over Hangeng's back, and then up under his shirt, and then down the front of his pants...
Heechul is so mesmerized by the rhythmic motion of Siwon's hand beneath the denim of Hangeng's jeans that it takes him a moment to realize Hangeng is staring back at him. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," Hangeng says, and Heechul really isn't at a loss for words, not at all, in fact he's just about to say...well, something appropriately biting in return when Hangeng smiles and continues. "Or maybe you should just go get your video camera."
It is a distinct possibility that he's joking, but Heechul decides that any attempts at humor are invalidated by Siwon's hand down his pants and sprints from the room and into his own room next door, almost slamming his head on two doorjambs on the way and swearing colorfully each time. He yanks open a dresser drawer with a bang, grabs his camcorder and makes it back just in time to film Hangeng going down on Siwon.
Later, when Heechul watches the video, he will hear himself whisper, "Holy fuck!" as Hangeng effortlessly takes Siwon's cock all the way to the base, but now he is no longer aware of anything he is doing, no longer conscious of anything but what appears in the viewfinder. He films a long shot of Siwon splayed naked on the bed and Hangeng nestled between his spread legs in nothing but pair of boxer briefs, ass bouncing up and down in counterpoint with his bobbing head. Then he moves in and slowly films up Siwon's leg, from his toes curled in pleasure to his thighs trembling under Hangeng's caresses. He lingers on Hangeng's face as Siwon's cock slides slick in and out of his mouth, camera caught on fine, cruel lips and finer crueler eyes and Siwon's hands, hovering just inches away, fighting desperately to keep from sinking into Hangeng's hair and gripping for dear life.
When Heechul finally tears the camera away he finds the muscles of Siwon's torso rippling, announcing the beginning of the end, and follows them up to Siwon's face. Siwon's eyes are mercurial and pleading, staring straight into the camera with such helpless need that Heechul knows he will rarely make it past this portion of the tape. Siwon's lips quiver and his breath comes out in ragged gasps, and then suddenly his mouth opens wide and his head snaps back. He is coming, excruciating pleasure writ large over his face, eyes wide and wild, "Hannie," escaping from his lips broken and beautiful between groans. Hangeng's hand reaches up and runs gentle fingers over his exposed Adam's apple.
When Heechul turns the camera back down again, he sees Hangeng licking a strand of cum off his bottom lip (and missing a small bit lower on his chin), and then he sees hands and the camera is gone and Hangeng is alarmingly close.
"That's all you'll be filming today," he says, and Heechul certainly isn't at a loss for words this time, because this party is just getting started, and-
"Unless you think you can film and join us at the same time."
Oh, he thinks, and shrugs. Hangeng smiles, places the camera carefully on the dresser and pulls Heechul down onto the bed.
***
It is months later, the twenty-somethingth time that Heechul starts the tape, that he watches far enough to realize that when Hengeng puts the camera down, he winks straight at it and doesn't turn it off.