Hanchul, after so long. . .and I've disgraced it D:
Title: Just Not the Dumpling Shop
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: NC-17
Genre: General/Smut
Summary/Notes: Heechul's favorite corner of the library becomes that much more special. Generic!AU. || Really, there's not much to say. Public sex :D This almost became QMi, then Heekyung because someone has to ship that, and then it was a different story line with Heekyung, and now it's this, which isn't related to any previous versions in the slightest.
It was beyond dangerous, what they were doing. Heechul just figured the danger made everything more exciting, and from the heat rocking against his thigh already, Hankyung agreed.
That didn't change the fact that they were in a public library, however, as dusty and unused as their secluded corner was. And as thrilling as the possibility seemed to his libido, Heechul didn't actually want to get caught; whatever they did would have to be fast and quiet.
He stole another quick and dirty kiss before he pushed Hankyung to his knees in front of him. Having been with Heechul as long as he has, Hankyung of course needed no other instruction.
Nuzzling the heated bulge with his cheek, Hankyung began kneading Heechul's trim thighs, working his hands toward the strained zipper. Heechul's head lolled back against the bookshelf in was in front of when hot tongue was pressed flat and with no little amount of pressure against side of his denim-encased erection. He thrust weakly in Hankyung's face in hopes of getting him to hurry.
Hankyung seemed to have understood because the next second he was holding Heechul's hips tightly as he eased down the zipper with his fucking teeth, his nose brushing against the damp cotton of Heechul's boxers, and dammit, Heechul wasn't sure how long he would last.
The boxers were pushed down with the jeans to mid-thigh and Heechul allowed himself a small sigh at the feeling of finally being free of confines. Hankyung decided to keep the pace moving and began pressing wide, wet kisses up the side of Heechul's erection, lapping at the already leaking tip when he reached the top. Heechul squealed at the initial contact before he shoved his knuckles in his mouth to silence any future sounds.
It didn't take long for Hankyung's mouth, his blessed, warm, wet mouth, to close around Heechul's head, sucking lightly as he rubbed a thumb along the rumpled inseam of Heechul's jeans. Heechul fisted his free hand in Hankyung's hair and rocked slowly, Hankyung calmly taking more of him in his mouth.
Hankyung sucked hard, swallowing around Heechul when the older man's head hit the back of throat. He could feel Heechul's thighs trembling on either side of his head and couldn't help but smirk around his mouthful of cock; Heechul was at the edge already.
He pulled back, his mouth leaving Heechul with an obscene sound that seemed louder than it actually was. Heechul whined quietly above him as he used to hands to try and guide Hankyung's mouth back to its proper place. Hankyung merely ignored the tugs to his hair and instead dipped his head to take one of Heechul's balls into his mouth, reveling in the sharp gasp as he caressed it with his tongue.
The hand he had placed on Heechul's stomach earlier was rubbing slow circles over the spasming abdomen and Hankyung knew even before Heechul nudged his shoulder with a strained whimper that he was seconds from cumming. He returned to Heechul's erection a slow lick up the pulsing vein, letting his tongue rest wide and flat against the underside of the other's dripping head.
Heechul took his cue from Hankyung's open, waiting mouth and began working himself with a loose fist. He groaned quietly when his knuckle brushed Hankyung's hot tongue and lost it, cumming hard as Hankyung began sucking again to cleanly milk him through his orgasm.
His entire body felt like lead jello and the stiff carpet of the library floor had never seemed so inviting. He glanced down to find Hankyung still on his knees, rubbing himself quickly through damp briefs. Taking a deep breath to re-orientate himself, Heechul sunk to the floor between Hankyung's thighs, swatting away Hankyung's own hand.
He worked Hankyung free of the soiled underwear and, after spitting on his hand to make it more comfortable, began stroking fast. Hankyung gripped Heechul's shoulders tightly, catching his mouth in a hard kiss to keep himself quiet. Every pass of that soft thumb over his slit pushed Hankyung that much closer to the edge until he was panting short little breaths into Heechul's mouth.
Heechul recognized Hankyung's edge and pushed him back so that he lying on the floor and made quick work of getting his mouth around him. Hankyung was surprised, to say the least, and his hips jerked upwards as Heechul sucked lazily before he finally broke to the blunt nails scraping at the soft flesh of his ass. He was sucked dry, licked clean, and finally tucked back into his jeans, the sound of his zipper going up waking him a bit.
"That was. . " Hankyung trailed off, his voice low because they were still in a library, after all. He wasn't quite sure if a word existed in neither Korean nor Chinese, but the nod from Heechul agreed. He allowed Heechul to pull him up to his feet and kiss him softly, mumbling something about finding a new corner.
"I don't think I'll be able to concentrate in the same way ever again here," he lamented though he and Hankyung both knew it didn't matter. Heechul pressed another kiss to Hankyung's mouth before someone pointed out what they both knew, and let the taste of himself settle on his tongue with Hankyung's own heady flavor, relishing every bit of it.
Hankyung hummed against Heechul's cheek as he pulled him close, leaning down slightly to whisper in his ear, "You know, since we've christened your favorite spot outside of the apartment, it's only fair we christen mine, as well."
"What?" Heechul frowned as he collected their belongings. "Oh. No. I refuse to have sex in the kitchen of a dumpling shop. You're ridiculous."
Hankyung didn't even bother correcting Heechul that he meant the mostly hidden bench in the park by the Han River.
I don't even. . .maybe it's better that I haven't posted in so long *--*
I have no excuses for this, really. Just, I apologize.
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: NC-17
Genre: General/Smut
Summary/Notes: Heechul's favorite corner of the library becomes that much more special. Generic!AU. || Really, there's not much to say. Public sex :D This almost became QMi, then Heekyung because someone has to ship that, and then it was a different story line with Heekyung, and now it's this, which isn't related to any previous versions in the slightest.
It was beyond dangerous, what they were doing. Heechul just figured the danger made everything more exciting, and from the heat rocking against his thigh already, Hankyung agreed.
That didn't change the fact that they were in a public library, however, as dusty and unused as their secluded corner was. And as thrilling as the possibility seemed to his libido, Heechul didn't actually want to get caught; whatever they did would have to be fast and quiet.
He stole another quick and dirty kiss before he pushed Hankyung to his knees in front of him. Having been with Heechul as long as he has, Hankyung of course needed no other instruction.
Nuzzling the heated bulge with his cheek, Hankyung began kneading Heechul's trim thighs, working his hands toward the strained zipper. Heechul's head lolled back against the bookshelf in was in front of when hot tongue was pressed flat and with no little amount of pressure against side of his denim-encased erection. He thrust weakly in Hankyung's face in hopes of getting him to hurry.
Hankyung seemed to have understood because the next second he was holding Heechul's hips tightly as he eased down the zipper with his fucking teeth, his nose brushing against the damp cotton of Heechul's boxers, and dammit, Heechul wasn't sure how long he would last.
The boxers were pushed down with the jeans to mid-thigh and Heechul allowed himself a small sigh at the feeling of finally being free of confines. Hankyung decided to keep the pace moving and began pressing wide, wet kisses up the side of Heechul's erection, lapping at the already leaking tip when he reached the top. Heechul squealed at the initial contact before he shoved his knuckles in his mouth to silence any future sounds.
It didn't take long for Hankyung's mouth, his blessed, warm, wet mouth, to close around Heechul's head, sucking lightly as he rubbed a thumb along the rumpled inseam of Heechul's jeans. Heechul fisted his free hand in Hankyung's hair and rocked slowly, Hankyung calmly taking more of him in his mouth.
Hankyung sucked hard, swallowing around Heechul when the older man's head hit the back of throat. He could feel Heechul's thighs trembling on either side of his head and couldn't help but smirk around his mouthful of cock; Heechul was at the edge already.
He pulled back, his mouth leaving Heechul with an obscene sound that seemed louder than it actually was. Heechul whined quietly above him as he used to hands to try and guide Hankyung's mouth back to its proper place. Hankyung merely ignored the tugs to his hair and instead dipped his head to take one of Heechul's balls into his mouth, reveling in the sharp gasp as he caressed it with his tongue.
The hand he had placed on Heechul's stomach earlier was rubbing slow circles over the spasming abdomen and Hankyung knew even before Heechul nudged his shoulder with a strained whimper that he was seconds from cumming. He returned to Heechul's erection a slow lick up the pulsing vein, letting his tongue rest wide and flat against the underside of the other's dripping head.
Heechul took his cue from Hankyung's open, waiting mouth and began working himself with a loose fist. He groaned quietly when his knuckle brushed Hankyung's hot tongue and lost it, cumming hard as Hankyung began sucking again to cleanly milk him through his orgasm.
His entire body felt like lead jello and the stiff carpet of the library floor had never seemed so inviting. He glanced down to find Hankyung still on his knees, rubbing himself quickly through damp briefs. Taking a deep breath to re-orientate himself, Heechul sunk to the floor between Hankyung's thighs, swatting away Hankyung's own hand.
He worked Hankyung free of the soiled underwear and, after spitting on his hand to make it more comfortable, began stroking fast. Hankyung gripped Heechul's shoulders tightly, catching his mouth in a hard kiss to keep himself quiet. Every pass of that soft thumb over his slit pushed Hankyung that much closer to the edge until he was panting short little breaths into Heechul's mouth.
Heechul recognized Hankyung's edge and pushed him back so that he lying on the floor and made quick work of getting his mouth around him. Hankyung was surprised, to say the least, and his hips jerked upwards as Heechul sucked lazily before he finally broke to the blunt nails scraping at the soft flesh of his ass. He was sucked dry, licked clean, and finally tucked back into his jeans, the sound of his zipper going up waking him a bit.
"That was. . " Hankyung trailed off, his voice low because they were still in a library, after all. He wasn't quite sure if a word existed in neither Korean nor Chinese, but the nod from Heechul agreed. He allowed Heechul to pull him up to his feet and kiss him softly, mumbling something about finding a new corner.
"I don't think I'll be able to concentrate in the same way ever again here," he lamented though he and Hankyung both knew it didn't matter. Heechul pressed another kiss to Hankyung's mouth before someone pointed out what they both knew, and let the taste of himself settle on his tongue with Hankyung's own heady flavor, relishing every bit of it.
Hankyung hummed against Heechul's cheek as he pulled him close, leaning down slightly to whisper in his ear, "You know, since we've christened your favorite spot outside of the apartment, it's only fair we christen mine, as well."
"What?" Heechul frowned as he collected their belongings. "Oh. No. I refuse to have sex in the kitchen of a dumpling shop. You're ridiculous."
Hankyung didn't even bother correcting Heechul that he meant the mostly hidden bench in the park by the Han River.
I don't even. . .maybe it's better that I haven't posted in so long *--*
I have no excuses for this, really. Just, I apologize.