Tease
Title: Tease
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1404
Summary: All Hankyung wants to do is sleep away the fatigue after a shower. Heechul wants something else.
A deep sigh echoed throughout the bathroom. He was standing just outside the door of the shower stall, waiting for the water to heat up just right. It had been a very long day for him, and he couldn’t wait to wash it all away while soothing his aching muscles. Once the room started to steam a little, he decided it was time to set himself under the spray of the water. Another sigh escaped him when he felt the nearly scalding water hit his back, almost immediately working to relax him. He stayed still for a moment longer than he should have, merely enjoying the delicious feel of the water running down his back.
He lathered his hair is shampoo and conditioner, taking his time with washing it off. Soon he felt fatigue wash over his whole body.
Gradually, he gathered up the strength to reach for the soap, determined to finish his shower so that he could snuggle on the lovely comfort that was his bed.
Shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower stall, he was glad that the rest of the bathroom had steamed up nicely so that he wouldn’t have to feel the cold of the rest of the dorm immediately. He frowned a little as he saw the door shut softly, like someone had just been in the room with him. He shrugged it off. ‘Must’ve been a trick from the steam…’
Walking to his room as quickly as he possibly could, he frowned once more as he saw another door shut slightly and softly. This time he had no steam to blame it on so, naturally, he blamed it on his tiredness. He shook his head and continued walking, almost jumping for joy when he finally entered his room. He sat on the bed and contemplated between getting dressed and going to sleep with nothing but his towel on. ‘Ahh, what the hell,’ he thought. ‘I always liked the feel of sheets on bare skin anyway.’
**
He was having a glorious dream, one that involved the very sinful mouth of a certain someone working on a certain sensitive area of his body while he was standing under the spray of another warm and soothing shower. Moans and gasps let his mouth as he let his fingers run through soft, silky hair. Silky hair that felt too real.
His eyes shot open as he let out groan and lifted his head to look down at his silky-haired molester. His breath caught in his throat when he found himself staring straight into sneaky, cat-like eyes. His head fell back against his pillow when he felt a tongue dragging slowly up the underside of his erection. “Heechul,” he hissed.
Heechul purred around his member before letting it slip out of his mouth with a lewd pop. “Hannie,” was all he said in return, stroking him slowly. He smirked triumphantly as “Hannie” struggled to form a coherent sentence and keep himself from thrusting up into Heechul’s hand at the same time. “Damn it, Heechul!” he managed to ground out.
“Well, what did you expect me to do Hankyung?” Heechul asked. “What did you expect me to do when I walked in here and saw you on your bed? Naked.”
Heechul was teasing Hankyung mercilessly and Hankyung wasn’t able to gather enough strength to push Heechul away. Heechul returned his mouth to Hankyung’s member, tonguing the slit and massaging his balls with his hands, and Hankyung could to nothing but gasp and huff and fight the urge to wrap fist in Heechul’s hair because Heechul didn’t really like getting his hair pulled as much as fans wrote that he did.
Heechul pulled Hankyung’s member out of his mouth again. “Mmm, Hannie,” he all but purred. “I have a problem Hannie. Help me.”
Heechul moved away slightly so that Hankyung could sit up and as he did, Hankyung saw that Heechul was as naked as he was. Hankyung lifted a hand to Heechul’s cheek and caressed it softly.
“Always the romantic, Hannie, but now’s not the time,” smiled Heechul. Hankyung’s eyes darkened and he pushed Heechul down, all lethargy forgotten.
Climbing on top of Heechul, he grinned and bent his head to suck at the juncture where Heechul’s neck and shoulder met. Heechul moaned out, running one hand through Hankyung’s hair. “H-hannie, Hannie, get on with it,” he gasped.
But Hankyung was having none of that and he gathered both of Heechul’s hands in one of his own to hold above his head and splayed his tongue along Heechul’s chest. Craning his neck a little, he was able to circle his tongue around one of Heechul’s hardened nubs and enjoyed the low mewl that he got in response. He took his time mapping out every inch of Heechul’s next and chest with his lips and tongue and delighted in the wanton moans and pants the other let out. Letting go of Heechul’s hands, Hankyung lowered himself, his tongue tracing a path from Heechul’s chest to his belly button, dipping in and out before tracing the faint line of hair that led down to his crotch.
Noticing the quickened breathing of the man under him, Hankyung shot a glance up and smirked when he saw that Heechul was staring at him in desperation, mouth open in a quiet whine. “Hannie,” Heechul begged.
Hankyung’s smirk grew wider and he allowed his tongue to snake out and massage the tip of Heechul’s erection. Heechul gasped, his hips bucking up in search of that tongue that disappeared as quickly as it had snaked out.
“Nguhh, Hankyung!” Heechul panted.
Hankyung looked up at Heechul once more and took in the rapid rising and falling of his chest as labored breathing made itself known; the slight sheen of sweat that covered Heechul’s forehead; his glazed over eyes; his lips pressed together tightly as if trying to hold back a torrent of moans.
“Xiàng zhèyàng, nǐ zhème xìnggǎn,” Hankyung muttered, his voice thick with lust, and pressed a kiss to the tip of Heechul’s member before taking him completely into his mouth. Heechul’s moan got stuck in his throat as he bucked up into Hankyung’s mouth, consumed with the need to get more of that delicious wet, heat where he needed it.
Hankyung cupped a hand at the twin sacs below Heechul’s member and massaged them softly, enjoying the way the action spurred Heechul into moaning louder. Slowly, he brought his other hand to Heechul’s entrance, swiping at it softly, humming in pleasure at the way he felt it twitch with every contact.
The hums traveled their way up Heechul’s throbbing hard on and had him arching his back and crying out for more. Hankyung slowly pushed a finger into Heechul’s twitching hole and paused when Heechul’s stilled.
“Hannie, don’t you dare stop,” Heechul hissed, and Hankyung began moving his finger around before adding a second. Hankyung sucked harder when he began scissoring Heechul’s entrance to take his mind off the pain. Gradually, he let Heechul’s member slip from his mouth and pulled his fingers out of Heechul. Immediately Heechul protested, only to be silenced by Hankyung’s lips as he positioned himself.
“There’s no lube, baby,” Hankyung grunted.
“It’s fine, we don’t need it. Hannie. Just take me,” Heechul whispered.
Hankyung pushed himself through the tight ring of muscles and kissed Heechul to distract him, only stopping once he was fully inside. Heechul clenched around him and it was all he could do to keep himself from pistoning in and out of Heechul right then.
“Nguuhh, move,” Heechul gasped, and Hankyung moved, thrusting in and out of Heechul slowly. Slowly but surely, Hankyung thrusted faster and faster and Heechul moaned and gasped louder and louder and then Heechul cried out and arched his back.
“H-hnnng-hannie, there, right there!” he screamed. He grabbed at Hankyung’s arms, scratching and pinching. “Fuck! H-ha - Geng!”
And it was Heechul’s utterance of his Chinese name that had Hankyung pounding into Heechul and an unbelievable speed, hitting Heechul’s prostate with every thrust.
They moved together, sharing moans and pants until Heechul came with a shout, shuddering as he released onto his and Hankyung’s stomachs and the feeling of Heechul clenching around him had Hankyung coming not long after. Together, they slumped on the bed, breathing harsh.
“You’re such a tease, Heechul-ah,” grunted Hankyung.
Heechul smiled at him before replying, “So are you, Geng.”
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A/N: Like I said, I've caught the smut bug D:
2. I don't really like how this turned out. At all.
3. For static_abyss who is still my wife <3
4. Hankyung says, "You're so sexy like this."
5. Enjoy as much as you can~
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1404
Summary: All Hankyung wants to do is sleep away the fatigue after a shower. Heechul wants something else.
A deep sigh echoed throughout the bathroom. He was standing just outside the door of the shower stall, waiting for the water to heat up just right. It had been a very long day for him, and he couldn’t wait to wash it all away while soothing his aching muscles. Once the room started to steam a little, he decided it was time to set himself under the spray of the water. Another sigh escaped him when he felt the nearly scalding water hit his back, almost immediately working to relax him. He stayed still for a moment longer than he should have, merely enjoying the delicious feel of the water running down his back.
He lathered his hair is shampoo and conditioner, taking his time with washing it off. Soon he felt fatigue wash over his whole body.
Gradually, he gathered up the strength to reach for the soap, determined to finish his shower so that he could snuggle on the lovely comfort that was his bed.
Shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower stall, he was glad that the rest of the bathroom had steamed up nicely so that he wouldn’t have to feel the cold of the rest of the dorm immediately. He frowned a little as he saw the door shut softly, like someone had just been in the room with him. He shrugged it off. ‘Must’ve been a trick from the steam…’
Walking to his room as quickly as he possibly could, he frowned once more as he saw another door shut slightly and softly. This time he had no steam to blame it on so, naturally, he blamed it on his tiredness. He shook his head and continued walking, almost jumping for joy when he finally entered his room. He sat on the bed and contemplated between getting dressed and going to sleep with nothing but his towel on. ‘Ahh, what the hell,’ he thought. ‘I always liked the feel of sheets on bare skin anyway.’
**
He was having a glorious dream, one that involved the very sinful mouth of a certain someone working on a certain sensitive area of his body while he was standing under the spray of another warm and soothing shower. Moans and gasps let his mouth as he let his fingers run through soft, silky hair. Silky hair that felt too real.
His eyes shot open as he let out groan and lifted his head to look down at his silky-haired molester. His breath caught in his throat when he found himself staring straight into sneaky, cat-like eyes. His head fell back against his pillow when he felt a tongue dragging slowly up the underside of his erection. “Heechul,” he hissed.
Heechul purred around his member before letting it slip out of his mouth with a lewd pop. “Hannie,” was all he said in return, stroking him slowly. He smirked triumphantly as “Hannie” struggled to form a coherent sentence and keep himself from thrusting up into Heechul’s hand at the same time. “Damn it, Heechul!” he managed to ground out.
“Well, what did you expect me to do Hankyung?” Heechul asked. “What did you expect me to do when I walked in here and saw you on your bed? Naked.”
Heechul was teasing Hankyung mercilessly and Hankyung wasn’t able to gather enough strength to push Heechul away. Heechul returned his mouth to Hankyung’s member, tonguing the slit and massaging his balls with his hands, and Hankyung could to nothing but gasp and huff and fight the urge to wrap fist in Heechul’s hair because Heechul didn’t really like getting his hair pulled as much as fans wrote that he did.
Heechul pulled Hankyung’s member out of his mouth again. “Mmm, Hannie,” he all but purred. “I have a problem Hannie. Help me.”
Heechul moved away slightly so that Hankyung could sit up and as he did, Hankyung saw that Heechul was as naked as he was. Hankyung lifted a hand to Heechul’s cheek and caressed it softly.
“Always the romantic, Hannie, but now’s not the time,” smiled Heechul. Hankyung’s eyes darkened and he pushed Heechul down, all lethargy forgotten.
Climbing on top of Heechul, he grinned and bent his head to suck at the juncture where Heechul’s neck and shoulder met. Heechul moaned out, running one hand through Hankyung’s hair. “H-hannie, Hannie, get on with it,” he gasped.
But Hankyung was having none of that and he gathered both of Heechul’s hands in one of his own to hold above his head and splayed his tongue along Heechul’s chest. Craning his neck a little, he was able to circle his tongue around one of Heechul’s hardened nubs and enjoyed the low mewl that he got in response. He took his time mapping out every inch of Heechul’s next and chest with his lips and tongue and delighted in the wanton moans and pants the other let out. Letting go of Heechul’s hands, Hankyung lowered himself, his tongue tracing a path from Heechul’s chest to his belly button, dipping in and out before tracing the faint line of hair that led down to his crotch.
Noticing the quickened breathing of the man under him, Hankyung shot a glance up and smirked when he saw that Heechul was staring at him in desperation, mouth open in a quiet whine. “Hannie,” Heechul begged.
Hankyung’s smirk grew wider and he allowed his tongue to snake out and massage the tip of Heechul’s erection. Heechul gasped, his hips bucking up in search of that tongue that disappeared as quickly as it had snaked out.
“Nguhh, Hankyung!” Heechul panted.
Hankyung looked up at Heechul once more and took in the rapid rising and falling of his chest as labored breathing made itself known; the slight sheen of sweat that covered Heechul’s forehead; his glazed over eyes; his lips pressed together tightly as if trying to hold back a torrent of moans.
“Xiàng zhèyàng, nǐ zhème xìnggǎn,” Hankyung muttered, his voice thick with lust, and pressed a kiss to the tip of Heechul’s member before taking him completely into his mouth. Heechul’s moan got stuck in his throat as he bucked up into Hankyung’s mouth, consumed with the need to get more of that delicious wet, heat where he needed it.
Hankyung cupped a hand at the twin sacs below Heechul’s member and massaged them softly, enjoying the way the action spurred Heechul into moaning louder. Slowly, he brought his other hand to Heechul’s entrance, swiping at it softly, humming in pleasure at the way he felt it twitch with every contact.
The hums traveled their way up Heechul’s throbbing hard on and had him arching his back and crying out for more. Hankyung slowly pushed a finger into Heechul’s twitching hole and paused when Heechul’s stilled.
“Hannie, don’t you dare stop,” Heechul hissed, and Hankyung began moving his finger around before adding a second. Hankyung sucked harder when he began scissoring Heechul’s entrance to take his mind off the pain. Gradually, he let Heechul’s member slip from his mouth and pulled his fingers out of Heechul. Immediately Heechul protested, only to be silenced by Hankyung’s lips as he positioned himself.
“There’s no lube, baby,” Hankyung grunted.
“It’s fine, we don’t need it. Hannie. Just take me,” Heechul whispered.
Hankyung pushed himself through the tight ring of muscles and kissed Heechul to distract him, only stopping once he was fully inside. Heechul clenched around him and it was all he could do to keep himself from pistoning in and out of Heechul right then.
“Nguuhh, move,” Heechul gasped, and Hankyung moved, thrusting in and out of Heechul slowly. Slowly but surely, Hankyung thrusted faster and faster and Heechul moaned and gasped louder and louder and then Heechul cried out and arched his back.
“H-hnnng-hannie, there, right there!” he screamed. He grabbed at Hankyung’s arms, scratching and pinching. “Fuck! H-ha - Geng!”
And it was Heechul’s utterance of his Chinese name that had Hankyung pounding into Heechul and an unbelievable speed, hitting Heechul’s prostate with every thrust.
They moved together, sharing moans and pants until Heechul came with a shout, shuddering as he released onto his and Hankyung’s stomachs and the feeling of Heechul clenching around him had Hankyung coming not long after. Together, they slumped on the bed, breathing harsh.
“You’re such a tease, Heechul-ah,” grunted Hankyung.
Heechul smiled at him before replying, “So are you, Geng.”
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A/N: Like I said, I've caught the smut bug D:
2. I don't really like how this turned out. At all.
3. For static_abyss who is still my wife <3
4. Hankyung says, "You're so sexy like this."
5. Enjoy as much as you can~