Self-Proclaimed Incubus 6/?
Title: Self-Proclaimed Incubus [pt.6]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HanChul
Genre: Comedy/General, Smut
Notes/Summary: In which Hankyung is a sex demon and Heechul is a very stressed man.
Thanks again to shining_star15 for being an awesome beta :D
As Heechul headed to his bedroom to get ready for Find Hankyung a Job Day, he realized the blonde man hadn't showered since he'd shown up. The thought disgusted him just a tad, and he promptly turned on his heels to drag Hankyung to the bathroom. “Why are you being so mean!” Hankyung whined as he stumbled to keep up.
“You've been here almost three days now and you haven't bathed.”' Heechul stopped in his bedroom doorway to face the other, hands on his hips, his plush white bathrobe slipping off a shoulder. “Tell me that's not gross.”
“It's not gross?” The Korean stared at the earnestly confused face of the incubus before turning back, grabbing Hankyung, and continuing to drag him to the shower, muttering something about fucking sheltered fairies.
Heechul turned the water on just past warm when they got to the bathroom, pointing to the various cleansing products, calling out their names as he did so. He turned to tell Hankyung to not take too long--they had places to be, things to do--only to find him already stripped down, standing unabashedly in the nude in the middle of the bathroom doorway.
“Could you not--“ Heechul covered his face, spinning back around. “Couldn't you have at least waited until I left? Are you allergic to clothes? Jesus!.”
“What do you mean 'after you left'?” Hankyung smirked at the back of Heechul's head, quietly stepping up to him and quickly wrapping his arms around the black-haired man from behind. “Aren't you going to shower with me, Heechul-ah?” he breathed into Heechul's ear, pitching his voice just so and whining just enough.
Heechul failed to hold back a slight shudder, but tried to worm his way out of Hankyung's grasp. “I already took my shower. It would be wasteful to take another one when I'm not even the slightest bit dirty yet.”
“But if you were dirty, then?” Hankyung pressed in closer, craning his neck to suck on the soft flesh just under Heechul's jaw, the latter whining pathetically as he did so. A hand inched towards Heechul's crotch, fingers playing along the bit of exposed chest before untying the robe, letting it fall open. “Because I think I can make that happen.”
Hankyung's husky voice against his throat had Heechul bucking involuntarily, the muscles in his stomach tensing and relaxing spasmodically in anticipation of the hand on his exposed hip. He cursed his sensitivity under his breath, somehow finding the mental capacity to berate himself in his mind when he moaned as a hot hand closed around the base of his growing erection. Heechul tried to protest, but the slick tongue at the back of his ear limited his speech to breathy moans of “Aasfdkjhgh.”
Heechul's head lolled onto Hankyung's shoulder, his still partially damp black hair fanning out on the gold skin, when the hand on his cock started moving slowly, drawing pale hips up with every stroke out. “You should know by now that if you would just give in, I can make you feel so--” Hankyung placed a kiss at the corner of his mouth, flicking his tongue against Heechul's when the other's pushed out as his lips parted in an attempt to catch Hankyung's mouth. A breathy, needy moan played background music to Hankyung's final word of, “good.”
The next thing Heechul knew, please, please was falling from his mouth like a mantra, over and over again, Hankyung's hand going just a little faster or twisting and squeezing just so with every chant. It took less time than Heechul would rather admit before he was coming hard, Hankyung's name his new prayer as he covered the tan hand.
Hankyung chuckled against the skin of Heechul's shoulder as he placed a soft kiss there, smearing Heechul's cum on his own stomach, trailing his hand up the flawless chest to circle a dark pink nipple before finally grabbing Heechul's chin with his dirty hand, successfully smearing his cum there as well. “Heechul-ah, look at yourself,” he tilted the other's head toward the large mirror over the sink, forcing Heechul to look at the cum covering his chest and now part of his face, “you're filthy.”
Heechul moaned helplessly, not really in control of himself at this point. He rubbed against Hankyung's erection feverishly, which he was surprised he hadn't noticed yet, his hole twitching in pleasure at the memory of the night before. “Yes!” he gasped when he moved just right, Hankyung's cock sliding along the cleft of his ass.
The heat against his back disappeared suddenly, leaving Heechul whining and disoriented. Hankyung came into focus just in front of him, pulling him by the hand to the shower, the steam from the surprisingly still-hot water wrapping itself around Heechul's body, settling on his skin and mingling with the thin layer of sweat he was covered in. Hankyung brushed the bath robe the rest of the way off Heechul's arms before pulling him into the shower with him, admiring the way the water made tracks through but didn't completely get rid of Heechul's own mess.
As soon as Hankyung got them both in the shower and was reaching for the conditioner as a make-shift lube (for hopefully not too much later), Heechul's mouth was at his hip, licking and sucking, the panted declaration of just how much Heechul needed him somehow carrying over the rush of the water. His hands immediately found purchase in Heechul's hair as the other's mouth found its way around Hankyung's erection, sucking lightly. The vibrations of Heechul's moans as he took in as much of Hankyung as he could had the blonde bent at the waist, panting at Heechul's forehead that was exposed thanks to the pulling grip Hankyung had on his bangs.
Heechul found himself addicted to the weight of Hankyung's cock on his tongue, the usually bitter taste of pre-cum so sweet he felt like he was downing a piece of candy as opposed to an engorged penis. He was embarrassingly upset when Hankyung pulled him away with a groan, his burning scalp sending tingles down his spine as he tried to make an open-mouthed dive for the organ again. Hankyung kept him at bay with the hand still in the black hair as he watched Heechul, almost hypnotized by the pink tongue searching for any traces of Hankyung's fluids on swollen lips. He reached out to run a thumb over a red bottom lip, Heechul's tongue chasing for a taste, and grabbed his chin again, tugging Heechul up to his feet.
Hankyung turned the petite man around, pushing him easily but tightly against the shower wall. “Spread your legs,” he ordered over the noise of the shower, his voice rougher than either of them remember it ever being. Without any sort of warning, he thrust in two fingers at once, taking in the show that was Heechul's reaction.
The Korean cried out at the sudden intrusion, fairly screaming at the shower wall, “It hurts! It hurts, hurts, hurts!” while he nonetheless pushed back against Hankyung's hand, his ass greedily swallowing the digits. Hankyung made a “come hither” motion inside of him, and Heechul practically melted against the wall, moaning “again, again” repeatedly in a low voice. He scissored his fingers once, twice and pulled them out, laughing lowly as Heechul sputtered out incoherent protests.
Anchoring a hand beside Heechul's head on the wall, Hankyung squared himself up behind the other's petite body, his other hand wrapped around his erection for steadiness and guidance. “Brace yourself,” was Heechul's only warning before Hankyung pushed his cock in suddenly, just barely being kind enough to hold still once he was buried to the hilt.
Heechul was left gasping for air, shaking his head back and forth vigorously as though he could shake off the intense pain. He whined obscenities against the slick shower wall, clenching and unclenching his jaw and fists. Hankyung stroked high up on the inside of Heechul's thigh, feeling a little bad about being so rough. He finally felt Heechul relax under him a little, and took the small rocking movements as his cue to move.
He kept his thrusts relatively shallow, pushing Heechul to the edge of the edge and keeping him there. At one point he stopped all together, holding himself only half-way inside the other. With one hand on Heechul's hip to keep him from thrusting back like he was trying to, Hankyung reached his other hand between them, ghosting his finger over the red, stretched rim of Heechul's hole. The Korean jumped almost violently, thumping his forehead against the wall with a cry of pleasure. Applying a little more pressure on the stretched skin with his fingers, he picked up a slow pace, just barely moving inside the pale man. Heechul mewled helplessly, struggling to stay upright.
Letting go of Heechul's hips, Hankyung reached for the conditioner from before, popping the lid and squeezing some just over the top, smearing it on his fingers. Slowly he worked a finger between the rim of Heechul's hole and his now still cock, mumbling under his breath at the strange feeling and Heechul's half-hearted cries for him to stop. Once he had a finger inside, he kissed along the top of Heechul's back, lapping at the tense muscles with a hot tongue. Heechul's cries eventually settled down to impatient whimpers and Hankyung moved his finger in and out experimentally, Heechul shuddering and rocking against him.
“A-another,” Heechul gasped quietly once he was accustomed to having one finger alongside Hankyung's thick length inside him. Swallowing his shame he turned his head to look back at Hankyung, still-swollen lips parted in a pant. “Add another finger, please,” he pleaded again, this time loud enough to be heard. Hankyung merely smirked and leaned in, kissing Heechul slowly. A little brisker than the first finger, he worked in his middle finger, sighing against Heechul's mouth at the way he clenched around him as his body tried to fight the insertion.
Hankyung didn't spare a second's pause this time, immediately crooking his fingers, stretching Heechul with a constant pressure on his prostrate. Heechul clawed at the wall, crying out in something that was part pleasure, part pain. The blonde latched his mouth to the back of a pale shoulder, sucking and nipping hard enough to leave bright, angry bruises.
When Hankyung started thrusting again, fingers still curled against Heechul's prostrate, the businessman melted back against him, moaning like a whore with every thrust. “Touch yourself,” Hankyung moaned in Heechul's ear when the other man started tensing up, rocking back to meet his thrusts erratically.
Heechul didn't have to be told twice and it took only a few sloppy strokes to his cock that had long since re-hardened before he was coming all over the shower wall, emptying his load for the second time that morning. Hankyung pulled out his fingers and delivered long, smooth thrusts that sent him deep into Heechul as the latter's muscles spasmmed around him, milking his orgasm once it hit. The black-haired man nearly collapsed when Hankyung pulled out, avoiding a fall to the floor only because of the tan arm wrapped around his waist. Hankyung stole a soft kiss, humming peacefully against Heechul's tired mouth.
He then gently went about cleaning Heechul, rubbing a soft, soapy cloth over the dirtiest areas, trusting that Heechul was too out of it to mind the skipped spots. Pulling the showerhead out of its holder on the wall he sprayed down the walls and managed to coax Heechul's legs open to flush him out with the water spray.
Heechul hissed and slapped his arm at the initial sting, but eventually relaxed, letting the barely warm water clean and soothe his abused muscles. Quickly cleaning himself, Hankyung then shut off the shower and edged Heechul out of the bathtub to dry him off with one of the fluffy towels that were laid out. The dark-haired man mumbled something in his sedated state, his head lolling over Hankyung's shoulder. The blonde couldn't hear it exactly, but he felt a little lighter on the inside and happier all over.
~~
About an hour later, after Hankyung dressed himself and a barely-awake Heechul, the two men were out on the streets, stopping in anywhere and everywhere that had a “Help Wanted” sign in the window. Most places frowned at Hankyung's shaggy blonde hair, saying Heechul could work there--he looked respectable with his short, naturally black hair--but the strange foreigner couldn't; the punk look didn't fit in too well, sorry.
Other places it simply came down to the fact that Hankyung wasn't Korean. Heechul wasn't entirely sure what to tell people when they asked where he was from, mainly because he honestly didn't know. Eventually Hankyung started talking for himself, telling them in sweet, broken Korean that he was Chinese--descendant from an Emperor, actually. The ajhummas cooed at his cute accent, but always apologized, saying they'd promised their husbands no foreigners as employees.
Heechul, to be quite honest, was getting incredibly upset. He knew people could be rude to foreigners, but to flat out admit to them that it was the reason Hankyung couldn't be hired? It pissed him off like nothing else. Hankyung seemed to be unaffected by it, walking around and taking in the sights and sounds like a child might, wide-eyed and simply content. They were almost ready to call it a day when they passed a host club with a sign in the large, ornate window.
“Heechul-ah, why not here?” Hankyung pointed at the red-velvet curtained window, admiring the pretty advertisements out front.
“Do you even know what a host club is?”
“Well, no, not really. But I know certain people that work here,” he admitted with a smirk. He didn't wait for a reply from Heechul and opened the door, sauntering rather confidently into the dimly lit club. Heechul had to jog to catch up with him, whistling lowly at the impressive décor.
“So, hey, wait,” he grabbed the top of Hankyung's sleeve, almost clinging by the bicep. “When you say you know people. . .you mean, people like you?” Hankyung only nodded, craning his head to look over the black velour booths, searching. The only person Heechul could see over the backs of the booths was a ridiculously tall red-haired man, his back turned. This seemed to be enough for Hankyung, though, as his face lit up in a grin.
Tucking Heechul's hand into the crook of his arm like an escort, the blonde led them toward the back where the tall man stood. Now that they were closer and in direct line of sight, Heechul could see the red-head was talking to a younger man, Korean like himself, with a head of thick, curly brown hair. The younger man was dressed in a dark grey sweater over a black button-up, his matching black slacks creased to perfection, shoes shined impeccably.
“Mimi!” Hankyung all but squealed at the taller man, getting the attention of the two men, as well as a few women and the round-faced host who was entertaining them. The red-head turned and really did squeal, a ridiculous grin plastered on his face. “Zhou Mi~” the blonde sighed, abandoning Heechul for a moment to cling to the other man.
Zhou Mi, or at least Heechul assumed that was his name, flailed over Hankyung, fingering his hair and speaking quickly in a language Heechul didn't understand. The young brunette stood up from the laptop he'd been seated in front of and bowed to Heechul. “Cho Kyuhyun,” he introduced himself, offering a hand to shake. Heechul shook hands with him and returned the introduction, but was still rather confused with everything--including how calmly this Kyuhyun fellow was reacting to everything.
“Kui Xian!” the Zhou Mi fellow gasped at Kyuhyun, his eyes sparkling. “Han Geng ge is on his love mission too!” Heechul raised an eyebrow at the exclamation, watching Kyuhyun's reaction. He was interested, to say the least, at the small curl of his lips and the soft look in the deep brown eyes as he regarded Zhou Mi before replying with a seemingly indifferent, “That's nice, Mi.”
Heechul stole a glance at Hankyung as Zhou Mi dragged him into another conversation in the same foreign language. (Heechul realized, after hearing a few phrases he remembered from high school, that they were speaking Mandarin.) The blonde seemed to be blushing a little, and refusing to look back at him even though it was obvious he was the topic of conversation thanks to the looks and head-nods Zhou Mi directed his way.
“Zhou Mi's trying to get your friend to admit how he feels about you,” Kyuhyun explained suddenly, making Heechul start a little. “Or at least admit it to Mimi, anyways,” he amended with a chuckle. He sat back down at his computer, a spread sheet opened on the screen, and offered a chair to his right to Heechul. “I own this club, in case you're wondering. I opened it after I met Zhou Mi.” Heechul nodded, wincing a little as he sat down, ass still sore from that morning’s activities. He listened intently, assuming this would all be important at some point. “The thing is, I only truly hire people like Zhou Mi and your. . .”
“Hankyung,” Heechul filled in for him. My Hankyung, his mind turned over and he had to admit he found himself pleased with strangely soft possessive feeling it brought out in him. “So, you only hire 'incubi'? Wouldn't that be like cheating for a host club?”
“Oh, so that's what Hankyung is: an incubus.” Kyuhyun hummed to himself in thought, filling out a couple of things on the spread sheet before saving and closing it, finally turning back to Heechul. “Not everyone has the same talents. Zhou Mi, for instance. Zhou Mi is . . . Zhou Mi is happiness. Women who come in upset or angry generally chose Zhou Mi. I guess maybe it is like cheating, but it pleases the customer and that's what the business is about.”
“What did you mean by 'truly hire'?”
“Well, I only hire foreigners, period. But I usually cycle them out every month or so. Most of them aren't even around for that long to start with. But when people like Zhou Mi show up, it's like they're made for hosting, so they're permanent staff, no questions asked.” Kyuhyun shut his laptop and glanced up at Zhou Mi, a happy little sigh escaping whether he realized it or not.
Heechul watched the two men continue to talk, not at all unlike fifteen year-old girls, and found his eyes repeatedly drawn to Hankyung-to the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, or the way his nose scrunched up just slightly when he really laughed, to the hands he knew were so soft and warm as Hankyung shoved them comfortably in his pockets.
“Do you think you'll fall in love with Hankyung, Heechul-ssi?” Kyuhyun spoke quietly, obviously assuming and respecting that Heechul would want to keep such a conversation private.
Heechul paused, not really sure how to answer. He couldn't say no-he barely knew the man, to be honest, so there was a possibility of a possibility. But it was the same reason that he couldn't say yes. “Does he have a job?” he asked finally.
“Of course.”
“Then we'll see.”
I had wanted to post this as a Valentine's present for everyone, but was unable to~ But it's here now! I hope you enjoyed it♥♥
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HanChul
Genre: Comedy/General, Smut
Notes/Summary: In which Hankyung is a sex demon and Heechul is a very stressed man.
Thanks again to shining_star15 for being an awesome beta :D
As Heechul headed to his bedroom to get ready for Find Hankyung a Job Day, he realized the blonde man hadn't showered since he'd shown up. The thought disgusted him just a tad, and he promptly turned on his heels to drag Hankyung to the bathroom. “Why are you being so mean!” Hankyung whined as he stumbled to keep up.
“You've been here almost three days now and you haven't bathed.”' Heechul stopped in his bedroom doorway to face the other, hands on his hips, his plush white bathrobe slipping off a shoulder. “Tell me that's not gross.”
“It's not gross?” The Korean stared at the earnestly confused face of the incubus before turning back, grabbing Hankyung, and continuing to drag him to the shower, muttering something about fucking sheltered fairies.
Heechul turned the water on just past warm when they got to the bathroom, pointing to the various cleansing products, calling out their names as he did so. He turned to tell Hankyung to not take too long--they had places to be, things to do--only to find him already stripped down, standing unabashedly in the nude in the middle of the bathroom doorway.
“Could you not--“ Heechul covered his face, spinning back around. “Couldn't you have at least waited until I left? Are you allergic to clothes? Jesus!.”
“What do you mean 'after you left'?” Hankyung smirked at the back of Heechul's head, quietly stepping up to him and quickly wrapping his arms around the black-haired man from behind. “Aren't you going to shower with me, Heechul-ah?” he breathed into Heechul's ear, pitching his voice just so and whining just enough.
Heechul failed to hold back a slight shudder, but tried to worm his way out of Hankyung's grasp. “I already took my shower. It would be wasteful to take another one when I'm not even the slightest bit dirty yet.”
“But if you were dirty, then?” Hankyung pressed in closer, craning his neck to suck on the soft flesh just under Heechul's jaw, the latter whining pathetically as he did so. A hand inched towards Heechul's crotch, fingers playing along the bit of exposed chest before untying the robe, letting it fall open. “Because I think I can make that happen.”
Hankyung's husky voice against his throat had Heechul bucking involuntarily, the muscles in his stomach tensing and relaxing spasmodically in anticipation of the hand on his exposed hip. He cursed his sensitivity under his breath, somehow finding the mental capacity to berate himself in his mind when he moaned as a hot hand closed around the base of his growing erection. Heechul tried to protest, but the slick tongue at the back of his ear limited his speech to breathy moans of “Aasfdkjhgh.”
Heechul's head lolled onto Hankyung's shoulder, his still partially damp black hair fanning out on the gold skin, when the hand on his cock started moving slowly, drawing pale hips up with every stroke out. “You should know by now that if you would just give in, I can make you feel so--” Hankyung placed a kiss at the corner of his mouth, flicking his tongue against Heechul's when the other's pushed out as his lips parted in an attempt to catch Hankyung's mouth. A breathy, needy moan played background music to Hankyung's final word of, “good.”
The next thing Heechul knew, please, please was falling from his mouth like a mantra, over and over again, Hankyung's hand going just a little faster or twisting and squeezing just so with every chant. It took less time than Heechul would rather admit before he was coming hard, Hankyung's name his new prayer as he covered the tan hand.
Hankyung chuckled against the skin of Heechul's shoulder as he placed a soft kiss there, smearing Heechul's cum on his own stomach, trailing his hand up the flawless chest to circle a dark pink nipple before finally grabbing Heechul's chin with his dirty hand, successfully smearing his cum there as well. “Heechul-ah, look at yourself,” he tilted the other's head toward the large mirror over the sink, forcing Heechul to look at the cum covering his chest and now part of his face, “you're filthy.”
Heechul moaned helplessly, not really in control of himself at this point. He rubbed against Hankyung's erection feverishly, which he was surprised he hadn't noticed yet, his hole twitching in pleasure at the memory of the night before. “Yes!” he gasped when he moved just right, Hankyung's cock sliding along the cleft of his ass.
The heat against his back disappeared suddenly, leaving Heechul whining and disoriented. Hankyung came into focus just in front of him, pulling him by the hand to the shower, the steam from the surprisingly still-hot water wrapping itself around Heechul's body, settling on his skin and mingling with the thin layer of sweat he was covered in. Hankyung brushed the bath robe the rest of the way off Heechul's arms before pulling him into the shower with him, admiring the way the water made tracks through but didn't completely get rid of Heechul's own mess.
As soon as Hankyung got them both in the shower and was reaching for the conditioner as a make-shift lube (for hopefully not too much later), Heechul's mouth was at his hip, licking and sucking, the panted declaration of just how much Heechul needed him somehow carrying over the rush of the water. His hands immediately found purchase in Heechul's hair as the other's mouth found its way around Hankyung's erection, sucking lightly. The vibrations of Heechul's moans as he took in as much of Hankyung as he could had the blonde bent at the waist, panting at Heechul's forehead that was exposed thanks to the pulling grip Hankyung had on his bangs.
Heechul found himself addicted to the weight of Hankyung's cock on his tongue, the usually bitter taste of pre-cum so sweet he felt like he was downing a piece of candy as opposed to an engorged penis. He was embarrassingly upset when Hankyung pulled him away with a groan, his burning scalp sending tingles down his spine as he tried to make an open-mouthed dive for the organ again. Hankyung kept him at bay with the hand still in the black hair as he watched Heechul, almost hypnotized by the pink tongue searching for any traces of Hankyung's fluids on swollen lips. He reached out to run a thumb over a red bottom lip, Heechul's tongue chasing for a taste, and grabbed his chin again, tugging Heechul up to his feet.
Hankyung turned the petite man around, pushing him easily but tightly against the shower wall. “Spread your legs,” he ordered over the noise of the shower, his voice rougher than either of them remember it ever being. Without any sort of warning, he thrust in two fingers at once, taking in the show that was Heechul's reaction.
The Korean cried out at the sudden intrusion, fairly screaming at the shower wall, “It hurts! It hurts, hurts, hurts!” while he nonetheless pushed back against Hankyung's hand, his ass greedily swallowing the digits. Hankyung made a “come hither” motion inside of him, and Heechul practically melted against the wall, moaning “again, again” repeatedly in a low voice. He scissored his fingers once, twice and pulled them out, laughing lowly as Heechul sputtered out incoherent protests.
Anchoring a hand beside Heechul's head on the wall, Hankyung squared himself up behind the other's petite body, his other hand wrapped around his erection for steadiness and guidance. “Brace yourself,” was Heechul's only warning before Hankyung pushed his cock in suddenly, just barely being kind enough to hold still once he was buried to the hilt.
Heechul was left gasping for air, shaking his head back and forth vigorously as though he could shake off the intense pain. He whined obscenities against the slick shower wall, clenching and unclenching his jaw and fists. Hankyung stroked high up on the inside of Heechul's thigh, feeling a little bad about being so rough. He finally felt Heechul relax under him a little, and took the small rocking movements as his cue to move.
He kept his thrusts relatively shallow, pushing Heechul to the edge of the edge and keeping him there. At one point he stopped all together, holding himself only half-way inside the other. With one hand on Heechul's hip to keep him from thrusting back like he was trying to, Hankyung reached his other hand between them, ghosting his finger over the red, stretched rim of Heechul's hole. The Korean jumped almost violently, thumping his forehead against the wall with a cry of pleasure. Applying a little more pressure on the stretched skin with his fingers, he picked up a slow pace, just barely moving inside the pale man. Heechul mewled helplessly, struggling to stay upright.
Letting go of Heechul's hips, Hankyung reached for the conditioner from before, popping the lid and squeezing some just over the top, smearing it on his fingers. Slowly he worked a finger between the rim of Heechul's hole and his now still cock, mumbling under his breath at the strange feeling and Heechul's half-hearted cries for him to stop. Once he had a finger inside, he kissed along the top of Heechul's back, lapping at the tense muscles with a hot tongue. Heechul's cries eventually settled down to impatient whimpers and Hankyung moved his finger in and out experimentally, Heechul shuddering and rocking against him.
“A-another,” Heechul gasped quietly once he was accustomed to having one finger alongside Hankyung's thick length inside him. Swallowing his shame he turned his head to look back at Hankyung, still-swollen lips parted in a pant. “Add another finger, please,” he pleaded again, this time loud enough to be heard. Hankyung merely smirked and leaned in, kissing Heechul slowly. A little brisker than the first finger, he worked in his middle finger, sighing against Heechul's mouth at the way he clenched around him as his body tried to fight the insertion.
Hankyung didn't spare a second's pause this time, immediately crooking his fingers, stretching Heechul with a constant pressure on his prostrate. Heechul clawed at the wall, crying out in something that was part pleasure, part pain. The blonde latched his mouth to the back of a pale shoulder, sucking and nipping hard enough to leave bright, angry bruises.
When Hankyung started thrusting again, fingers still curled against Heechul's prostrate, the businessman melted back against him, moaning like a whore with every thrust. “Touch yourself,” Hankyung moaned in Heechul's ear when the other man started tensing up, rocking back to meet his thrusts erratically.
Heechul didn't have to be told twice and it took only a few sloppy strokes to his cock that had long since re-hardened before he was coming all over the shower wall, emptying his load for the second time that morning. Hankyung pulled out his fingers and delivered long, smooth thrusts that sent him deep into Heechul as the latter's muscles spasmmed around him, milking his orgasm once it hit. The black-haired man nearly collapsed when Hankyung pulled out, avoiding a fall to the floor only because of the tan arm wrapped around his waist. Hankyung stole a soft kiss, humming peacefully against Heechul's tired mouth.
He then gently went about cleaning Heechul, rubbing a soft, soapy cloth over the dirtiest areas, trusting that Heechul was too out of it to mind the skipped spots. Pulling the showerhead out of its holder on the wall he sprayed down the walls and managed to coax Heechul's legs open to flush him out with the water spray.
Heechul hissed and slapped his arm at the initial sting, but eventually relaxed, letting the barely warm water clean and soothe his abused muscles. Quickly cleaning himself, Hankyung then shut off the shower and edged Heechul out of the bathtub to dry him off with one of the fluffy towels that were laid out. The dark-haired man mumbled something in his sedated state, his head lolling over Hankyung's shoulder. The blonde couldn't hear it exactly, but he felt a little lighter on the inside and happier all over.
~~
About an hour later, after Hankyung dressed himself and a barely-awake Heechul, the two men were out on the streets, stopping in anywhere and everywhere that had a “Help Wanted” sign in the window. Most places frowned at Hankyung's shaggy blonde hair, saying Heechul could work there--he looked respectable with his short, naturally black hair--but the strange foreigner couldn't; the punk look didn't fit in too well, sorry.
Other places it simply came down to the fact that Hankyung wasn't Korean. Heechul wasn't entirely sure what to tell people when they asked where he was from, mainly because he honestly didn't know. Eventually Hankyung started talking for himself, telling them in sweet, broken Korean that he was Chinese--descendant from an Emperor, actually. The ajhummas cooed at his cute accent, but always apologized, saying they'd promised their husbands no foreigners as employees.
Heechul, to be quite honest, was getting incredibly upset. He knew people could be rude to foreigners, but to flat out admit to them that it was the reason Hankyung couldn't be hired? It pissed him off like nothing else. Hankyung seemed to be unaffected by it, walking around and taking in the sights and sounds like a child might, wide-eyed and simply content. They were almost ready to call it a day when they passed a host club with a sign in the large, ornate window.
“Heechul-ah, why not here?” Hankyung pointed at the red-velvet curtained window, admiring the pretty advertisements out front.
“Do you even know what a host club is?”
“Well, no, not really. But I know certain people that work here,” he admitted with a smirk. He didn't wait for a reply from Heechul and opened the door, sauntering rather confidently into the dimly lit club. Heechul had to jog to catch up with him, whistling lowly at the impressive décor.
“So, hey, wait,” he grabbed the top of Hankyung's sleeve, almost clinging by the bicep. “When you say you know people. . .you mean, people like you?” Hankyung only nodded, craning his head to look over the black velour booths, searching. The only person Heechul could see over the backs of the booths was a ridiculously tall red-haired man, his back turned. This seemed to be enough for Hankyung, though, as his face lit up in a grin.
Tucking Heechul's hand into the crook of his arm like an escort, the blonde led them toward the back where the tall man stood. Now that they were closer and in direct line of sight, Heechul could see the red-head was talking to a younger man, Korean like himself, with a head of thick, curly brown hair. The younger man was dressed in a dark grey sweater over a black button-up, his matching black slacks creased to perfection, shoes shined impeccably.
“Mimi!” Hankyung all but squealed at the taller man, getting the attention of the two men, as well as a few women and the round-faced host who was entertaining them. The red-head turned and really did squeal, a ridiculous grin plastered on his face. “Zhou Mi~” the blonde sighed, abandoning Heechul for a moment to cling to the other man.
Zhou Mi, or at least Heechul assumed that was his name, flailed over Hankyung, fingering his hair and speaking quickly in a language Heechul didn't understand. The young brunette stood up from the laptop he'd been seated in front of and bowed to Heechul. “Cho Kyuhyun,” he introduced himself, offering a hand to shake. Heechul shook hands with him and returned the introduction, but was still rather confused with everything--including how calmly this Kyuhyun fellow was reacting to everything.
“Kui Xian!” the Zhou Mi fellow gasped at Kyuhyun, his eyes sparkling. “Han Geng ge is on his love mission too!” Heechul raised an eyebrow at the exclamation, watching Kyuhyun's reaction. He was interested, to say the least, at the small curl of his lips and the soft look in the deep brown eyes as he regarded Zhou Mi before replying with a seemingly indifferent, “That's nice, Mi.”
Heechul stole a glance at Hankyung as Zhou Mi dragged him into another conversation in the same foreign language. (Heechul realized, after hearing a few phrases he remembered from high school, that they were speaking Mandarin.) The blonde seemed to be blushing a little, and refusing to look back at him even though it was obvious he was the topic of conversation thanks to the looks and head-nods Zhou Mi directed his way.
“Zhou Mi's trying to get your friend to admit how he feels about you,” Kyuhyun explained suddenly, making Heechul start a little. “Or at least admit it to Mimi, anyways,” he amended with a chuckle. He sat back down at his computer, a spread sheet opened on the screen, and offered a chair to his right to Heechul. “I own this club, in case you're wondering. I opened it after I met Zhou Mi.” Heechul nodded, wincing a little as he sat down, ass still sore from that morning’s activities. He listened intently, assuming this would all be important at some point. “The thing is, I only truly hire people like Zhou Mi and your. . .”
“Hankyung,” Heechul filled in for him. My Hankyung, his mind turned over and he had to admit he found himself pleased with strangely soft possessive feeling it brought out in him. “So, you only hire 'incubi'? Wouldn't that be like cheating for a host club?”
“Oh, so that's what Hankyung is: an incubus.” Kyuhyun hummed to himself in thought, filling out a couple of things on the spread sheet before saving and closing it, finally turning back to Heechul. “Not everyone has the same talents. Zhou Mi, for instance. Zhou Mi is . . . Zhou Mi is happiness. Women who come in upset or angry generally chose Zhou Mi. I guess maybe it is like cheating, but it pleases the customer and that's what the business is about.”
“What did you mean by 'truly hire'?”
“Well, I only hire foreigners, period. But I usually cycle them out every month or so. Most of them aren't even around for that long to start with. But when people like Zhou Mi show up, it's like they're made for hosting, so they're permanent staff, no questions asked.” Kyuhyun shut his laptop and glanced up at Zhou Mi, a happy little sigh escaping whether he realized it or not.
Heechul watched the two men continue to talk, not at all unlike fifteen year-old girls, and found his eyes repeatedly drawn to Hankyung-to the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, or the way his nose scrunched up just slightly when he really laughed, to the hands he knew were so soft and warm as Hankyung shoved them comfortably in his pockets.
“Do you think you'll fall in love with Hankyung, Heechul-ssi?” Kyuhyun spoke quietly, obviously assuming and respecting that Heechul would want to keep such a conversation private.
Heechul paused, not really sure how to answer. He couldn't say no-he barely knew the man, to be honest, so there was a possibility of a possibility. But it was the same reason that he couldn't say yes. “Does he have a job?” he asked finally.
“Of course.”
“Then we'll see.”
I had wanted to post this as a Valentine's present for everyone, but was unable to~ But it's here now! I hope you enjoyed it♥♥