Super Junior; HanChul; The Way You Twirling Up Them Hips Round and Round
Title: The Way You Twirling Up Them Hips Round and Round
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: HanChul
Word Count: 631
Rating: R
Summary: its a house paaaaaartay
Genre: smut (?)
A/N: I was bored. thats about it. the title comes from just dance -- lady gaga even though i dont like akon and its not even playing, its just in my head for some reason. and im tired and i should be asleep but i take as many opportunites to write when the feeling strikes because y'all know i cant the other times and shoot me i just said y'all. fml. what am i doing up. what am i writing? sigourney weaver is in my google search bar because i needed to know how to spell it. and this ficlet/drabble is just as pointless as this A/N is, someone make me stop typ--
Hankyung is standing against the wall, blinking slowly and sifting through the haze in front of his eyes. Standing is a loose term, as he lost all basic motor skills about six drinks ago and sort of remembers someone propping him up over here, somewhere in the far away lesser part of the last hour. He’s watching the small but dense crowd of bodies rocking to the music a few feet in front of him, and he can see Sungmin grinding back against a rather uncomfortable Kyuhyun aggressively. Kyuhyun’s face is a mix of sex, pain, and resigned exasperation; he knows how Sungmin gets when he’s hammered drunk (who doesn’t) and tomorrow will be a sore morning. Something bumps into him and he looks over to see Heechul giggling into his shoulder. He blinks at him.
“Hey sexy, you come here often?” Heechul sniggers at him, slurring some of the words.
Hankyung frowns lightly at him. “How much have you had?”
Heechul snorts. “Not as much as you, Sir Drinks-a-Lot. What is that, your tenth or something?” Hankyung shakes his head and tries to hold up eleven fingers before he remembers he doesn't have that many. Heechul’s eyes widen and he smirks ruefully. “That was supposed to be a joke, but I can’t pretend I’m not impressed.” Hankyung can feel Heechul’s breath brush his cheek when he speaks again. His depth perception may be completely shot, but not so that he can’t tell Heechul is considerably closer than three seconds ago. “Does this mean you’re ridiculously drunk and I can take advantage of you without any protest?” Heechul’s fingers skim under the hem of Hankyung’s t-shirt and he grins at him under half-closed eyes.
Hankyung thinks about it for a second too long and before he knows it Heechul has his lips on his and his tongue in his mouth. When he pulls away, Hankyung would look stunned in a blank sort of way, except that he already looks blank in a drunk sort of way, and there really isn’t much of a difference. He blinks.
“Yeah, I suppose so.”
Heechul grins at him, and it’s giddy like a kid who just got a lollipop to suck on. “Great, because we can be as loud as we want, Sungmin will drown out anything with the way he’s all over Kyuhyun even now, the whore-“
Hankyung puts a hand on Heechul’s waist, cutting him off. “Hyung. …What are you planning?”
Heechul just looks at him, and then he’s kissing him again, hard and fierce, in an answer to Hankyung’s question. Hankyung dimly thinks this whole surprise-tongue-fucking thing has got to stop. Maybe. Heechul pulls away just barely, fingers still in Hankyung’s hair, face dangerously close. Heechul’s taste mixes with the liquor and cigarette smoke on his tongue. Hankyung’s eyes lose focus for a second.
“….I feel sick.”
“Lovely.” retorts Heechul, wrinkling his nose and pulling his face away. “Don’t think pretending to throw up in the bathroom is going to deter me, either. I’m going to make this time better than that night with the rug burns.” He winks, pats Hankyung’s ass, and saunters away.
Hankyung sighs and resumes people-watching the dance floor. Sungmin and Kyuhyun are long gone, Kibum has his hand up some random girl’s skirt over in the kitchen doorway, and Siwon is panicking, trying to pry a girl’s fingers from around his disheveled tie and peel her thigh off of his, all while apologizing profusely, it looks. Hankyung looks down at the drink in his hands, forgetting what exactly it is again. He attempts to shrug but stops when he wobbles dangerously, and just sips the rest of his drink away.
…He wonders if Heechul will think to come back and peel him off of this wall.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: HanChul
Word Count: 631
Rating: R
Summary: its a house paaaaaartay
Genre: smut (?)
A/N: I was bored. thats about it. the title comes from just dance -- lady gaga even though i dont like akon and its not even playing, its just in my head for some reason. and im tired and i should be asleep but i take as many opportunites to write when the feeling strikes because y'all know i cant the other times and shoot me i just said y'all. fml. what am i doing up. what am i writing? sigourney weaver is in my google search bar because i needed to know how to spell it. and this ficlet/drabble is just as pointless as this A/N is, someone make me stop typ--
Hankyung is standing against the wall, blinking slowly and sifting through the haze in front of his eyes. Standing is a loose term, as he lost all basic motor skills about six drinks ago and sort of remembers someone propping him up over here, somewhere in the far away lesser part of the last hour. He’s watching the small but dense crowd of bodies rocking to the music a few feet in front of him, and he can see Sungmin grinding back against a rather uncomfortable Kyuhyun aggressively. Kyuhyun’s face is a mix of sex, pain, and resigned exasperation; he knows how Sungmin gets when he’s hammered drunk (who doesn’t) and tomorrow will be a sore morning. Something bumps into him and he looks over to see Heechul giggling into his shoulder. He blinks at him.
“Hey sexy, you come here often?” Heechul sniggers at him, slurring some of the words.
Hankyung frowns lightly at him. “How much have you had?”
Heechul snorts. “Not as much as you, Sir Drinks-a-Lot. What is that, your tenth or something?” Hankyung shakes his head and tries to hold up eleven fingers before he remembers he doesn't have that many. Heechul’s eyes widen and he smirks ruefully. “That was supposed to be a joke, but I can’t pretend I’m not impressed.” Hankyung can feel Heechul’s breath brush his cheek when he speaks again. His depth perception may be completely shot, but not so that he can’t tell Heechul is considerably closer than three seconds ago. “Does this mean you’re ridiculously drunk and I can take advantage of you without any protest?” Heechul’s fingers skim under the hem of Hankyung’s t-shirt and he grins at him under half-closed eyes.
Hankyung thinks about it for a second too long and before he knows it Heechul has his lips on his and his tongue in his mouth. When he pulls away, Hankyung would look stunned in a blank sort of way, except that he already looks blank in a drunk sort of way, and there really isn’t much of a difference. He blinks.
“Yeah, I suppose so.”
Heechul grins at him, and it’s giddy like a kid who just got a lollipop to suck on. “Great, because we can be as loud as we want, Sungmin will drown out anything with the way he’s all over Kyuhyun even now, the whore-“
Hankyung puts a hand on Heechul’s waist, cutting him off. “Hyung. …What are you planning?”
Heechul just looks at him, and then he’s kissing him again, hard and fierce, in an answer to Hankyung’s question. Hankyung dimly thinks this whole surprise-tongue-fucking thing has got to stop. Maybe. Heechul pulls away just barely, fingers still in Hankyung’s hair, face dangerously close. Heechul’s taste mixes with the liquor and cigarette smoke on his tongue. Hankyung’s eyes lose focus for a second.
“….I feel sick.”
“Lovely.” retorts Heechul, wrinkling his nose and pulling his face away. “Don’t think pretending to throw up in the bathroom is going to deter me, either. I’m going to make this time better than that night with the rug burns.” He winks, pats Hankyung’s ass, and saunters away.
Hankyung sighs and resumes people-watching the dance floor. Sungmin and Kyuhyun are long gone, Kibum has his hand up some random girl’s skirt over in the kitchen doorway, and Siwon is panicking, trying to pry a girl’s fingers from around his disheveled tie and peel her thigh off of his, all while apologizing profusely, it looks. Hankyung looks down at the drink in his hands, forgetting what exactly it is again. He attempts to shrug but stops when he wobbles dangerously, and just sips the rest of his drink away.
…He wonders if Heechul will think to come back and peel him off of this wall.