Self-Proclaimed Incubus 4/?
Title: Self-Proclaimed Incubus [pt.4]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HanChul
Genre: Smut, Comedy/General
Notes/Summary: In which Hankyung is a sex demon and Heechul is a very stressed man. HAVE YOU MISSED ME?? I'm so incredibly sorry for taking a lifetime to update this, I just sort of lost inspiration, but I hope this makes up for it. It's pretty hardcore, kind of, I think, so have fun and let me know what you think!♥
Chapter One|| Chapter Two|| Chapter Three||Chapter Four
Heechul tossed around in bed, waking up for the umpteenth time that night out of the sheer force of the feeling that something was missing. In between his fitful awakenings, he’d been having spasmodic dreams, usually having something to do with off-white silk and bad Korean. This last dream was of a different sort, however, leaving Heechul staring at his ceiling with a flushed face as he replayed the tidbit of a dream.
A hand, the skin wrapped around it the color of warm honey, stroked up and down his side and Heechul squirmed, trying to get it to stroke something else. Another hand pressed lightly on his chest, holding him still and suddenly he realized his hands were tied together at the wrist; they weren’t tied to anything to hold them down, but at the same time Heechul’s body was so heavy with pleasure he couldn’t image moving both arms at the same time.
Finally, finally the hand on his chest slid down and gripped his erection, stroking it at a painstakingly slow pace. Heechul cursed aloud, ushering whoever was above him to hurry the fuck up. A low chuckle had him quieting, still except for the small lift of his hips at the tail end of a delightful shudder.
The other hand left his side to push a suddenly lubricated finger into his puckered hole. Heechul’s face heated partially in pleasure and partially in embarrassment for how he felt his muscles twitch in a way that pulled the finger in deeper without any help of its owner. The mystery man atop him whispered something against his chest, but Heechul couldn’t make out what was said, only that there was something off in his Korean, perhaps an accent. The finger inside him crooked and rubbed a bundle of nerves that had Heechul seeing stars, coming suddenly and surprisingly hard all over his stomach.
He didn’t have to reach between the sheets to know that he hadn’t orgasmed in reality just yet, but the far from dull ache between his thighs told him he wasn’t very far. Heechul had a pretty good idea of who the mystery man was supposed to be, the sloppy Korean and “magic touch” making for pretty obvious hints. Nevertheless, he was quick to slip a hand under his sheet to palm himself through his boxers, cursing all that the blonde man on his couch was.
It didn’t take long at all before he was a few strokes away from climaxing and he begrudgingly stopped, deciding he really didn’t want to do laundry over something like this. He pulled his hand back up and flicked his covers off with the other-the front of his boxers had been wet to the touch; he’d rather not handle his pristine sheets with a dirty hand, thank you-and rolled out of bed.
Heechul was at the doorway to the half-bath adjoined to his room, his hand embarrassingly shoved down the front of his underwear, when a distressed sounding groan echoed from somewhere in the sitting area. Hyung Instincts kicking in, he dashed out of his bedroom in growing worry, ignoring the fact that he was clad only in boxers that were currently soiled with pre-cum, marking his already obvious arousal.
On the couch lied Hankyung, paler than Heechul remember, breathing harshly, and . . . flickering in and out of sight? Heechul stood in front the sofa blinking, trying to decide if it was sexual frustration and lack of sleep simply playing tricks, or if the blonde man was actually disappearing and reappearing like a weak TV station. After flickering out for an alarmingly long amount of time, Hankyung returned somehow more surely than before. He was still pale, but his breathing had evened out and the disappearing act seemed to have stop.
“Hankyung?” he questioned warily. He stepped forward slowly and poked Hankyung’s shoulder, causing him to simply roll over onto his back that had previously been facing Heechul. The shift had exposed a good-sized part of Hankyung’s stomach and Heechul had to stop and marvel at the smooth muscle. It couldn’t really be said he had a six pack, but the muscles were definitely there, golden shadows adding a distinguished sort of sexiness.
Before he realized what he was doing, Heechul was already tracing his fingers over the closest side of the v-shaped shadow that sat above Hankyung’s groin, almost like directions. His fingers trailed up, ghosting over the subtle bumps of the other’s abs for a while before slowly pushing his t-shirt up more to reveal an equally flawless chest, brownish-pink nipples hardening slightly from the cold air they were suddenly exposed to.
Heechul was in a trance by now, running a heavy thumb over a warm nipple, a determined sort of air about his movements. Hankyung suddenly moaned lightly in sleep and Heechul gasp, startled and so aroused it practically hurt. He repeated the motion again, easing onto his knees as he did so, putting Hankyung’s chest at shoulder-level. Another small moan and the business man was mildly shocked to find himself attached to the one of the sensitive buds by the mouth, the tip of his tongue lapping at and curling around the hardening nipple. One hand had curled itself around Hankyung’s bicep, gripping tightly, while the other had worked his erection free of his boxers and was now stroking quickly, making teasing passes over his leaking tip every time Hankyung moaned.
Fingers suddenly tangled themselves in Heechul’s hair, startling him into looking up with a gasp. He was met with the sight of Hankyung staring down at him, eyes darker than Heechul ever remembered them being. Wordlessly Hankyung shifted on the couch, holding Heechul still by the hair. Once he was sitting up straight, he tugged just so on Heechul’s hair, urging him in between his legs where he had already freed his hardening member.
Shamelessly, Heechul didn’t even have to be told once, and dived forward, still not knowing what made him so eager. His hand left his own cock to grip Hankyung’s where it stroked the base and he licked slowly at the sides. He was inexplicably delighted when he tasted the salty precum as his tongue curled around the head and Heechul couldn’t help the small sound the slipped, vocalizing his delight.
He felt a strong but definitely gentle tug on his hair and he pulled back to look up at Hankyung, questions he didn’t know he wanted to ask written all across his face. Hankyung smiled knowingly and chuckled lowly. Heechul flashed back to his last dream with a pleasured gasp and thought with mild alarm that he was going to cum already. “Don’t worry,” Hankyung spoke suddenly, almost as though he had been reading Heechul’s mind. “You won’t cum unless I let you.” Heechul could tell it wasn’t merely a suggestion, but a statement, a truth.
“Stand up,” Hankyung ordered casually and Heechul didn’t think the option to deny him even existed at that moment. Standing up on shaky knees, Heechul dropped both hands to his side, uncharacteristically unembarrassed over his exposed erection. More than anything he hoped it would get taken care of. His wishes were answered when Hankyung leaned forward and tugged Heechul’s boxers to the floor, immediately taking him all the way in.
Heechul moaned loudly at the wet heat suddenly wrapped around his cock. He felt more than heard Hankyung’s voice in the back of his head, instructing him to do as he pleased, telepathically giving the Korean permission to fuck his mouth. Not pausing to wonder why he wasn’t the least surprised by the foreign voice in his mind, he gave an experimental thrust into Hankyung’s mouth, letting out a pleased whine at the way the other loosened up just enough to make room but still keep it mind-meltingly tight.
He started up a fast pace, rocking in and out of Hankyung’s mouth, his own mouth hanging open in silent pleasure. White heat started closing in behind his eyes, and Heechul didn’t have the time or power to warn Hankyung before his orgasm washed over him in waves, the tip of his cock rubbing against the back of the blonde’s throat ‘til the end. Only, he came back from the splash of hot pleasure realizing nothing but the feeling of coming had actually happened. He let out an almost childish cry of disbelief, glaring at Hankyung.
The incubus pulled back, coughing lightly, and sent a smirk in Heechul’s direction. “Didn’t I tell you that you wouldn’t be coming until I let you?” Heechul cried out in frustration again, for once at a loss for words. Wordlessly Hankyung stood up, stepping out of his lounge pants and tugging his shirt off as he did so. Heechul hadn’t move from his spot, almost as though he couldn’t and when the other was standing, they were close enough that their erections brushed together just barely and their chests touched with each deep breath.
Keeping quiet, Hankyung lifted Heechul easily by the waist and Heechul found himself wrapping his legs around the taller man, attacking the smirking mouth with his own, sucking on Hankyung’s tongue hungrily as soon as the opportunity to was available. Another chuckle into the kiss and Heechul mewled helplessly, rocking against the other’s warm stomach. Hankyung began the way to Heechul’s bed room, figuring Heechul would appreciate him sparing his couch at least, even if he would be upset with him later on for purposely clouding his mind like this.
They had made it to the doorway before Heechul started getting incredibly fidgety again, shifting around as though he were looking for something. Hankyung realized what he was looking for exactly when Heechul moaned in an almost self-satisfied sort of way as the tip of Hankyung’s cock brushed his twitching hole.
Heechul eased around until he found that particular position again and the next thing either of them knew, the head of Hankyung’s cock was inside the petite man as he dry orgasmed for the second time thanks to the “powerful touch” the incubus was unknowingly emitting again. Heechul was practically in tears at the intensity the pleasure had reached, having hit the peak of pleasure twice, everything only adding up, never subsiding. A few wide strides and Hankyung had them at the bed finally and quickly dumped Heechul onto the mattress, trying not to lament for too long the loss of his heat from around the tip of his erection.
Heechul was quickly reaching up for the other man, pulling him back down in hopes of getting him inside him again, and soon. Hankyung let himself fall down on top of Heechul, catching and propping himself up on his elbows to keep from hurting the other man. The pale man almost immediately began pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses at Hankyung’s collarbone, marring the smooth honey of his skin with wet, angry red marks. Hankyung hummed softly in pleasure, noting not for the first time that night since he’d been woken up the swirl of strength at the back of his mind.
Hankyung worked his hand around Heechul’s thigh, giving the other’s pert ass a teasing squeeze. Heechul let out a breathy moan, sounding for all the world like a low-class prostitute, and the sound went directly to Hankyung’s groin. He pressed the pad of his forefinger against Heechul’s hole, playing the same tricks as the first day on the train. The Korean thrashed about slightly from the pulsing pressure against his prostrate, incoherent sounds spilling out loudly.
The incubus slipped his finger completely inside, the fuzzy hold he had on Heechul’s mind eliminating any need for lubricant as his muscles relaxed enough to let him in before clenching and drawing him further in. Heechul cried out loudly and clamped a hand over his eyes in an attempt to hide the frustrated tears. One slipped past, forging a wet trail down the side of his nose as he turned his face away, and Hankyung licked it off, removing Heechul’s hand from his face.
“Pl-please, Hankyung,” Heechul found himself begging suddenly. He arched up, rubbing his erection against Hankyung’s. “Please!” He felt as though he were melting from the inside out and at that moment he wanted nothing more than for Hankyung to get inside him and just fucking let him cum.
“Please, what?”
Heechul groaned but nevertheless shouted, “I want you in me now, please!” A subdued part of him was horrified that he wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by the request, but the dominating side reasoned he’d never felt so alive, so what’s the problem? Hankyung didn’t have to be asked twice and removed his finger, promptly replacing it with his cock. The man below him barely felt the burn of the sudden stretch, his hazy mind too focused on finally being filled. His mouth fell open in a silent cry, and for a moment the blonde worried that maybe he had overdone it and Heechul had just passed out from the pleasure.
He didn’t have to worry though, as Heechul was soon gripping at his shoulders, rocking his hips in an effort to fuck himself with Hankyung’s cock. Hankyung gripped his hips, holding him still, and pulled back until only his tip was encased in the heat before slamming back in roughly, hitting Heechul’s prostrate on the first thrust by (magical) instinct.
Heechul fairly screamed in pleasure, clenching impossibly tight around Hankyung who had pushed him to the very edge of a third climax. Hankyung decided he had tortured Heechul long enough and pulled away some of the mental restraints he had put on his body. He delivered a few more spot-on thrusts, powerful and directly hitting Heechul’s prostrate, and Heechul finally came for real, a broken scream and spatters of cum everywhere decorating the orgasm.
Hankyung didn’t last much longer as the other man spasmmed around his cock, driving him crazy in a delicious sort of way. He buried himself as deep as possible as he came inside Heechul, the Korean moaning at the feeling of being filled that way. Heechul’s eyes refused to stay open, and he wasn’t sure if he was one the edge of sleep, or simply unconsciousness. He felt cool lips press against his heated face and finally his mouth and he forced himself to respond to the kiss as Hankyung slid out of him, the ache of it all sobering him up enough that he could open his eyes.
He watched Hankyung as he pulled the comforter up over them, complying as he was resituated to lie on his pillow. He wasn't entirely sure he believed what he was seeing, but as far as he knew, Hankyung was going about all this with a faint but sure glow about him. Not a post-fantastic-sex glow-no, that was Heechul as he laid in his sated state-but an honest-to-God, faintly light-emitting glow. Heechul opened his mouth to comment on this but Hankyung shushed him before he even began talking and so he went to sleep with the vague idea of a promise of discussing something seemingly important in the morning.
~
The morning came, just as it always does, and Heechul rolled over in his bed, groaning at the sharp ache in his lower back. As his mind wander to a more alert state, he realized he was somewhere between sticky and crusty and the happenings of the night before flooded back. He slapped a hand over his mouth to contain his shocked cry and turned his head slowly to find a once more healthy looking Hankyung asleep beside him. The other man’s mouth was slightly open (and Heechul though he spotted drool) and the over-all image was rather endearing, Heechul thought, watching dark brown eyelashes flutter against honey cheeks as Hankyung woke up.
“You have explaining to do,” Heechul demanded promptly, barely giving the other time to rub the sleep from his eyes. Hankyung chuckled as he sat up, muttering “alright, alright” under his breath.
“Well, last night I realized why I assigned to you.”
“. . .And you didn’t before?” Heechul gave an unflattering snort, Hankyung found it adorable. “You’d think you would know these things before you start molesting me for no reason!”
“Part of our ‘mission’ is always finding out what our mission actually is. It’s supposed to help us do it right, or something,” Hankyung rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively. “But anyways, point is: I know my mission.” He paused here and Heechul nodded for him to continue, curious about why he was put in this situation. “I’m supposed to fall in love with you and you me.”
Heechul sputtered for a minute before getting a slight hold of himself. “WHA-WHAT?!”
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HanChul
Genre: Smut, Comedy/General
Notes/Summary: In which Hankyung is a sex demon and Heechul is a very stressed man. HAVE YOU MISSED ME?? I'm so incredibly sorry for taking a lifetime to update this, I just sort of lost inspiration, but I hope this makes up for it. It's pretty hardcore, kind of, I think, so have fun and let me know what you think!♥
Chapter One|| Chapter Two|| Chapter Three||Chapter Four
Heechul tossed around in bed, waking up for the umpteenth time that night out of the sheer force of the feeling that something was missing. In between his fitful awakenings, he’d been having spasmodic dreams, usually having something to do with off-white silk and bad Korean. This last dream was of a different sort, however, leaving Heechul staring at his ceiling with a flushed face as he replayed the tidbit of a dream.
A hand, the skin wrapped around it the color of warm honey, stroked up and down his side and Heechul squirmed, trying to get it to stroke something else. Another hand pressed lightly on his chest, holding him still and suddenly he realized his hands were tied together at the wrist; they weren’t tied to anything to hold them down, but at the same time Heechul’s body was so heavy with pleasure he couldn’t image moving both arms at the same time.
Finally, finally the hand on his chest slid down and gripped his erection, stroking it at a painstakingly slow pace. Heechul cursed aloud, ushering whoever was above him to hurry the fuck up. A low chuckle had him quieting, still except for the small lift of his hips at the tail end of a delightful shudder.
The other hand left his side to push a suddenly lubricated finger into his puckered hole. Heechul’s face heated partially in pleasure and partially in embarrassment for how he felt his muscles twitch in a way that pulled the finger in deeper without any help of its owner. The mystery man atop him whispered something against his chest, but Heechul couldn’t make out what was said, only that there was something off in his Korean, perhaps an accent. The finger inside him crooked and rubbed a bundle of nerves that had Heechul seeing stars, coming suddenly and surprisingly hard all over his stomach.
He didn’t have to reach between the sheets to know that he hadn’t orgasmed in reality just yet, but the far from dull ache between his thighs told him he wasn’t very far. Heechul had a pretty good idea of who the mystery man was supposed to be, the sloppy Korean and “magic touch” making for pretty obvious hints. Nevertheless, he was quick to slip a hand under his sheet to palm himself through his boxers, cursing all that the blonde man on his couch was.
It didn’t take long at all before he was a few strokes away from climaxing and he begrudgingly stopped, deciding he really didn’t want to do laundry over something like this. He pulled his hand back up and flicked his covers off with the other-the front of his boxers had been wet to the touch; he’d rather not handle his pristine sheets with a dirty hand, thank you-and rolled out of bed.
Heechul was at the doorway to the half-bath adjoined to his room, his hand embarrassingly shoved down the front of his underwear, when a distressed sounding groan echoed from somewhere in the sitting area. Hyung Instincts kicking in, he dashed out of his bedroom in growing worry, ignoring the fact that he was clad only in boxers that were currently soiled with pre-cum, marking his already obvious arousal.
On the couch lied Hankyung, paler than Heechul remember, breathing harshly, and . . . flickering in and out of sight? Heechul stood in front the sofa blinking, trying to decide if it was sexual frustration and lack of sleep simply playing tricks, or if the blonde man was actually disappearing and reappearing like a weak TV station. After flickering out for an alarmingly long amount of time, Hankyung returned somehow more surely than before. He was still pale, but his breathing had evened out and the disappearing act seemed to have stop.
“Hankyung?” he questioned warily. He stepped forward slowly and poked Hankyung’s shoulder, causing him to simply roll over onto his back that had previously been facing Heechul. The shift had exposed a good-sized part of Hankyung’s stomach and Heechul had to stop and marvel at the smooth muscle. It couldn’t really be said he had a six pack, but the muscles were definitely there, golden shadows adding a distinguished sort of sexiness.
Before he realized what he was doing, Heechul was already tracing his fingers over the closest side of the v-shaped shadow that sat above Hankyung’s groin, almost like directions. His fingers trailed up, ghosting over the subtle bumps of the other’s abs for a while before slowly pushing his t-shirt up more to reveal an equally flawless chest, brownish-pink nipples hardening slightly from the cold air they were suddenly exposed to.
Heechul was in a trance by now, running a heavy thumb over a warm nipple, a determined sort of air about his movements. Hankyung suddenly moaned lightly in sleep and Heechul gasp, startled and so aroused it practically hurt. He repeated the motion again, easing onto his knees as he did so, putting Hankyung’s chest at shoulder-level. Another small moan and the business man was mildly shocked to find himself attached to the one of the sensitive buds by the mouth, the tip of his tongue lapping at and curling around the hardening nipple. One hand had curled itself around Hankyung’s bicep, gripping tightly, while the other had worked his erection free of his boxers and was now stroking quickly, making teasing passes over his leaking tip every time Hankyung moaned.
Fingers suddenly tangled themselves in Heechul’s hair, startling him into looking up with a gasp. He was met with the sight of Hankyung staring down at him, eyes darker than Heechul ever remembered them being. Wordlessly Hankyung shifted on the couch, holding Heechul still by the hair. Once he was sitting up straight, he tugged just so on Heechul’s hair, urging him in between his legs where he had already freed his hardening member.
Shamelessly, Heechul didn’t even have to be told once, and dived forward, still not knowing what made him so eager. His hand left his own cock to grip Hankyung’s where it stroked the base and he licked slowly at the sides. He was inexplicably delighted when he tasted the salty precum as his tongue curled around the head and Heechul couldn’t help the small sound the slipped, vocalizing his delight.
He felt a strong but definitely gentle tug on his hair and he pulled back to look up at Hankyung, questions he didn’t know he wanted to ask written all across his face. Hankyung smiled knowingly and chuckled lowly. Heechul flashed back to his last dream with a pleasured gasp and thought with mild alarm that he was going to cum already. “Don’t worry,” Hankyung spoke suddenly, almost as though he had been reading Heechul’s mind. “You won’t cum unless I let you.” Heechul could tell it wasn’t merely a suggestion, but a statement, a truth.
“Stand up,” Hankyung ordered casually and Heechul didn’t think the option to deny him even existed at that moment. Standing up on shaky knees, Heechul dropped both hands to his side, uncharacteristically unembarrassed over his exposed erection. More than anything he hoped it would get taken care of. His wishes were answered when Hankyung leaned forward and tugged Heechul’s boxers to the floor, immediately taking him all the way in.
Heechul moaned loudly at the wet heat suddenly wrapped around his cock. He felt more than heard Hankyung’s voice in the back of his head, instructing him to do as he pleased, telepathically giving the Korean permission to fuck his mouth. Not pausing to wonder why he wasn’t the least surprised by the foreign voice in his mind, he gave an experimental thrust into Hankyung’s mouth, letting out a pleased whine at the way the other loosened up just enough to make room but still keep it mind-meltingly tight.
He started up a fast pace, rocking in and out of Hankyung’s mouth, his own mouth hanging open in silent pleasure. White heat started closing in behind his eyes, and Heechul didn’t have the time or power to warn Hankyung before his orgasm washed over him in waves, the tip of his cock rubbing against the back of the blonde’s throat ‘til the end. Only, he came back from the splash of hot pleasure realizing nothing but the feeling of coming had actually happened. He let out an almost childish cry of disbelief, glaring at Hankyung.
The incubus pulled back, coughing lightly, and sent a smirk in Heechul’s direction. “Didn’t I tell you that you wouldn’t be coming until I let you?” Heechul cried out in frustration again, for once at a loss for words. Wordlessly Hankyung stood up, stepping out of his lounge pants and tugging his shirt off as he did so. Heechul hadn’t move from his spot, almost as though he couldn’t and when the other was standing, they were close enough that their erections brushed together just barely and their chests touched with each deep breath.
Keeping quiet, Hankyung lifted Heechul easily by the waist and Heechul found himself wrapping his legs around the taller man, attacking the smirking mouth with his own, sucking on Hankyung’s tongue hungrily as soon as the opportunity to was available. Another chuckle into the kiss and Heechul mewled helplessly, rocking against the other’s warm stomach. Hankyung began the way to Heechul’s bed room, figuring Heechul would appreciate him sparing his couch at least, even if he would be upset with him later on for purposely clouding his mind like this.
They had made it to the doorway before Heechul started getting incredibly fidgety again, shifting around as though he were looking for something. Hankyung realized what he was looking for exactly when Heechul moaned in an almost self-satisfied sort of way as the tip of Hankyung’s cock brushed his twitching hole.
Heechul eased around until he found that particular position again and the next thing either of them knew, the head of Hankyung’s cock was inside the petite man as he dry orgasmed for the second time thanks to the “powerful touch” the incubus was unknowingly emitting again. Heechul was practically in tears at the intensity the pleasure had reached, having hit the peak of pleasure twice, everything only adding up, never subsiding. A few wide strides and Hankyung had them at the bed finally and quickly dumped Heechul onto the mattress, trying not to lament for too long the loss of his heat from around the tip of his erection.
Heechul was quickly reaching up for the other man, pulling him back down in hopes of getting him inside him again, and soon. Hankyung let himself fall down on top of Heechul, catching and propping himself up on his elbows to keep from hurting the other man. The pale man almost immediately began pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses at Hankyung’s collarbone, marring the smooth honey of his skin with wet, angry red marks. Hankyung hummed softly in pleasure, noting not for the first time that night since he’d been woken up the swirl of strength at the back of his mind.
Hankyung worked his hand around Heechul’s thigh, giving the other’s pert ass a teasing squeeze. Heechul let out a breathy moan, sounding for all the world like a low-class prostitute, and the sound went directly to Hankyung’s groin. He pressed the pad of his forefinger against Heechul’s hole, playing the same tricks as the first day on the train. The Korean thrashed about slightly from the pulsing pressure against his prostrate, incoherent sounds spilling out loudly.
The incubus slipped his finger completely inside, the fuzzy hold he had on Heechul’s mind eliminating any need for lubricant as his muscles relaxed enough to let him in before clenching and drawing him further in. Heechul cried out loudly and clamped a hand over his eyes in an attempt to hide the frustrated tears. One slipped past, forging a wet trail down the side of his nose as he turned his face away, and Hankyung licked it off, removing Heechul’s hand from his face.
“Pl-please, Hankyung,” Heechul found himself begging suddenly. He arched up, rubbing his erection against Hankyung’s. “Please!” He felt as though he were melting from the inside out and at that moment he wanted nothing more than for Hankyung to get inside him and just fucking let him cum.
“Please, what?”
Heechul groaned but nevertheless shouted, “I want you in me now, please!” A subdued part of him was horrified that he wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by the request, but the dominating side reasoned he’d never felt so alive, so what’s the problem? Hankyung didn’t have to be asked twice and removed his finger, promptly replacing it with his cock. The man below him barely felt the burn of the sudden stretch, his hazy mind too focused on finally being filled. His mouth fell open in a silent cry, and for a moment the blonde worried that maybe he had overdone it and Heechul had just passed out from the pleasure.
He didn’t have to worry though, as Heechul was soon gripping at his shoulders, rocking his hips in an effort to fuck himself with Hankyung’s cock. Hankyung gripped his hips, holding him still, and pulled back until only his tip was encased in the heat before slamming back in roughly, hitting Heechul’s prostrate on the first thrust by (magical) instinct.
Heechul fairly screamed in pleasure, clenching impossibly tight around Hankyung who had pushed him to the very edge of a third climax. Hankyung decided he had tortured Heechul long enough and pulled away some of the mental restraints he had put on his body. He delivered a few more spot-on thrusts, powerful and directly hitting Heechul’s prostrate, and Heechul finally came for real, a broken scream and spatters of cum everywhere decorating the orgasm.
Hankyung didn’t last much longer as the other man spasmmed around his cock, driving him crazy in a delicious sort of way. He buried himself as deep as possible as he came inside Heechul, the Korean moaning at the feeling of being filled that way. Heechul’s eyes refused to stay open, and he wasn’t sure if he was one the edge of sleep, or simply unconsciousness. He felt cool lips press against his heated face and finally his mouth and he forced himself to respond to the kiss as Hankyung slid out of him, the ache of it all sobering him up enough that he could open his eyes.
He watched Hankyung as he pulled the comforter up over them, complying as he was resituated to lie on his pillow. He wasn't entirely sure he believed what he was seeing, but as far as he knew, Hankyung was going about all this with a faint but sure glow about him. Not a post-fantastic-sex glow-no, that was Heechul as he laid in his sated state-but an honest-to-God, faintly light-emitting glow. Heechul opened his mouth to comment on this but Hankyung shushed him before he even began talking and so he went to sleep with the vague idea of a promise of discussing something seemingly important in the morning.
~
The morning came, just as it always does, and Heechul rolled over in his bed, groaning at the sharp ache in his lower back. As his mind wander to a more alert state, he realized he was somewhere between sticky and crusty and the happenings of the night before flooded back. He slapped a hand over his mouth to contain his shocked cry and turned his head slowly to find a once more healthy looking Hankyung asleep beside him. The other man’s mouth was slightly open (and Heechul though he spotted drool) and the over-all image was rather endearing, Heechul thought, watching dark brown eyelashes flutter against honey cheeks as Hankyung woke up.
“You have explaining to do,” Heechul demanded promptly, barely giving the other time to rub the sleep from his eyes. Hankyung chuckled as he sat up, muttering “alright, alright” under his breath.
“Well, last night I realized why I assigned to you.”
“. . .And you didn’t before?” Heechul gave an unflattering snort, Hankyung found it adorable. “You’d think you would know these things before you start molesting me for no reason!”
“Part of our ‘mission’ is always finding out what our mission actually is. It’s supposed to help us do it right, or something,” Hankyung rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively. “But anyways, point is: I know my mission.” He paused here and Heechul nodded for him to continue, curious about why he was put in this situation. “I’m supposed to fall in love with you and you me.”
Heechul sputtered for a minute before getting a slight hold of himself. “WHA-WHAT?!”
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