015. Lick, Heechul/Hankyung
015. Lick, Heechul/Hankyung
Title: …the attraction never really went away
Rating: NC-17 (Masturbation)
No matter how painful the goodbye was, the attraction never really went away. The way those hips would rock back and forth, how those fingers would twist and bed, his body had that body memorized. Heechul knew that he would never be able to forget about Hankyung. But it was just impossible to not fall for Han Geng. The differences were slight; Han Geng was much fuller. His face wasn’t so thin, wasn’t so tired looking, he wasn’t a small puppy anymore. No, h e was more like the dragon that Heechul only had brief glimpses at.
But the attraction never really goes away. So it really wasn’t a surprise to find him in this kind of position. He was always monitoring the other’s activities. All the photo shoots, the variety shoes, the lieve appearances, the weibo posts: all of it. It was a bit like obsession, but more like love. His heart still fluttered when he saw the other laugh. Still pounded when the other seduced him into the writhing mess he currently was.
He moaned, pressing his own fingers into his mouth as his other hand busied itself between his legs, caressing his inner thighs as his once lover often did. That hand moved up towards his knee, bending, pulling, his leg closer to his body, exposing himself for a man who wasn’t there. Nails bit into the soft skin behind his knee, scratching a trail of distraction back down his thigh. He added another finger into his mouth, sucking, licking, them like he would have done for his lover. The fingertips of his freehand brushed across his puckered entrance, encircling it with care and gentleness.
He deeply exhaled, taking a moment to collect himself. He opened eyes that he hadn’t realized he had closed and turned his head toward the computer screen. It was playing a slow slideshow of the man who Heechul wished was the one doing this to him. He took in another breath, trying to focus on himself. His member was hard and pulsing against his stomach, waiting for attention. He moved his hand to his cock, past his blushing head, to the hard shaft and pressed his wet fingers against it. Fingers pressed hard, moaning at the pressure and slickness, and moved his fingers against it, caressing it. He plunged two dry fingers into his hole, rubbing at his insides, feeling how his longer fingernails scratched at his walls. He pressed his thumb into the space between his filled hole and sac, rubbing it. Hips arched into his hands, grinding against his hands. The pressure of his thumb went straight to his spot and he pressed harder, digging his fingers deeper into himself.
He moved his other hand back up his body, placed fingers back into his mouth. Half of the reason was to muffle his moans as he continued to press into himself, the other reason to wet his finger once more. Once satisfied, he wiped his saliva across both nipples. He twisted one hard and flicked the other. The memory of how good it felt to have a mouth on one and a hand on the other, bruising his already dark nipples, caused the man to moan once again.
Heechul moaned at a particularly enjoyable twist and removed his other hand from between his legs, bringing it up to his free nipple. He twisted both of them and groaned at the painful pleasure. Sharp brown eyes looked down his own smooth expanse and stared at his cock. He stopped teasing his nipples, instead deciding to focus somewhere else. He took the fluids leaking from his head and spread it generously on both palms and wrapped both on his shaft and twisted in opposite directions. He bucked into his hands and he twisted over and over again. He moved from his back to his knees so that he could change the position of his top hand pressing the pad of his thumb into the delicate area under his cock where head met shaft.
He rubbed at that area as his other hand played with his sac, continuing to palm his balls and reached further back so that he could press fingers into that free space once more. He moaned, tipping forward with his ass high into the air. With one hand on his sac and the other focused on the head he moaned and bit into his sheets. He could easily imagine his love behind him, pressing into his exposed hole. In fact his body had that movement memorized and he swore he could feel a cock press into him. Again, Heechul moaned into his sheets fingertips playing with his slit, the other pressing directly to his prostate.
He dared glance up at his computer screen and saw a picture had a personally taken. It was the look Han Geng gave him right before he had his way with Heechul’s body. He pictured that man above him now, forcing him over the edge. The man buried his face into his bed, moaning out that man’s name as his came all over his hand.
He stayed that way for awhile, before removing his hands from himself, wiping his seed on the bed sheets. Heechul rolled onto his back, looking back to Han Geng’s face. A smiling picture. He smiled himself before gaining enough strength to roll off his bed and put on some clothes. He went over to his computer and sat before it, watching the slideshow for a minute more. He placed a gentle kiss on the screen before exiting the slideshow and starting up one of his games. In his head, he imagined Han Geng doing something similar.
Title: …the attraction never really went away
Rating: NC-17 (Masturbation)
No matter how painful the goodbye was, the attraction never really went away. The way those hips would rock back and forth, how those fingers would twist and bed, his body had that body memorized. Heechul knew that he would never be able to forget about Hankyung. But it was just impossible to not fall for Han Geng. The differences were slight; Han Geng was much fuller. His face wasn’t so thin, wasn’t so tired looking, he wasn’t a small puppy anymore. No, h e was more like the dragon that Heechul only had brief glimpses at.
But the attraction never really goes away. So it really wasn’t a surprise to find him in this kind of position. He was always monitoring the other’s activities. All the photo shoots, the variety shoes, the lieve appearances, the weibo posts: all of it. It was a bit like obsession, but more like love. His heart still fluttered when he saw the other laugh. Still pounded when the other seduced him into the writhing mess he currently was.
He moaned, pressing his own fingers into his mouth as his other hand busied itself between his legs, caressing his inner thighs as his once lover often did. That hand moved up towards his knee, bending, pulling, his leg closer to his body, exposing himself for a man who wasn’t there. Nails bit into the soft skin behind his knee, scratching a trail of distraction back down his thigh. He added another finger into his mouth, sucking, licking, them like he would have done for his lover. The fingertips of his freehand brushed across his puckered entrance, encircling it with care and gentleness.
He deeply exhaled, taking a moment to collect himself. He opened eyes that he hadn’t realized he had closed and turned his head toward the computer screen. It was playing a slow slideshow of the man who Heechul wished was the one doing this to him. He took in another breath, trying to focus on himself. His member was hard and pulsing against his stomach, waiting for attention. He moved his hand to his cock, past his blushing head, to the hard shaft and pressed his wet fingers against it. Fingers pressed hard, moaning at the pressure and slickness, and moved his fingers against it, caressing it. He plunged two dry fingers into his hole, rubbing at his insides, feeling how his longer fingernails scratched at his walls. He pressed his thumb into the space between his filled hole and sac, rubbing it. Hips arched into his hands, grinding against his hands. The pressure of his thumb went straight to his spot and he pressed harder, digging his fingers deeper into himself.
He moved his other hand back up his body, placed fingers back into his mouth. Half of the reason was to muffle his moans as he continued to press into himself, the other reason to wet his finger once more. Once satisfied, he wiped his saliva across both nipples. He twisted one hard and flicked the other. The memory of how good it felt to have a mouth on one and a hand on the other, bruising his already dark nipples, caused the man to moan once again.
Heechul moaned at a particularly enjoyable twist and removed his other hand from between his legs, bringing it up to his free nipple. He twisted both of them and groaned at the painful pleasure. Sharp brown eyes looked down his own smooth expanse and stared at his cock. He stopped teasing his nipples, instead deciding to focus somewhere else. He took the fluids leaking from his head and spread it generously on both palms and wrapped both on his shaft and twisted in opposite directions. He bucked into his hands and he twisted over and over again. He moved from his back to his knees so that he could change the position of his top hand pressing the pad of his thumb into the delicate area under his cock where head met shaft.
He rubbed at that area as his other hand played with his sac, continuing to palm his balls and reached further back so that he could press fingers into that free space once more. He moaned, tipping forward with his ass high into the air. With one hand on his sac and the other focused on the head he moaned and bit into his sheets. He could easily imagine his love behind him, pressing into his exposed hole. In fact his body had that movement memorized and he swore he could feel a cock press into him. Again, Heechul moaned into his sheets fingertips playing with his slit, the other pressing directly to his prostate.
He dared glance up at his computer screen and saw a picture had a personally taken. It was the look Han Geng gave him right before he had his way with Heechul’s body. He pictured that man above him now, forcing him over the edge. The man buried his face into his bed, moaning out that man’s name as his came all over his hand.
He stayed that way for awhile, before removing his hands from himself, wiping his seed on the bed sheets. Heechul rolled onto his back, looking back to Han Geng’s face. A smiling picture. He smiled himself before gaining enough strength to roll off his bed and put on some clothes. He went over to his computer and sat before it, watching the slideshow for a minute more. He placed a gentle kiss on the screen before exiting the slideshow and starting up one of his games. In his head, he imagined Han Geng doing something similar.