I Don't Mind~
Title: I Don't Mind
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: PG-15 [ It's a different kind of smut? ]
Summary: Heechul really doesn't mind Han Geng's quirks.
Notes: There's only three. And they're not necessarily "quirks" ㅎ_ㅎ Ha, they get progressively longer, too. [ Ahhm. . .Please forgive me for this ㅠ_ㅠ ]
Quirk #1
Han Geng 'tsked' at the mess as Heechul struggled to catch his breath. He smoothed a slick and sticky thumb across Heechul's bruised bottom lip. "Lick them," he all but demanded, holding his fingers at the other's mouth. "And tell me what you taste like."
He was always like this when he came home China; like some sex-craving sadist. It was completely out of character for him, this personality that had Heechul cuffed and on his knees.
But Heechul, Heechul with his tongue all over Geng's fingers, really didn't mind.
Quirk #2
"Yah! Hankyung!!" Heechul kicked at the exposed tan side. He paused, taking in the exposed tan. . .everything. Apparently, when Geng falls asleep drunk in the summer, he gets too hot for comfort. Shindong walked through the living room to the kitchen, glancing over to see what Heechul's shouts were all about.
Heechul panicked, not wanting Shindong to get the wrong idea. The chubby dancer chuckled, returning from the kitchen with a handful of ice. He picked up Heechul's hand and passed on the slowly melting cubes. "These'll help, hyung." And with that, he left.
The Korean flopped down on the floor and started drawing circles on Geng's back with the now quickly melting ice cubes, the tan skin honestly hot to the touch. The last piece melted as Han Geng woke up, rolling over. He blinked up at Heechul who only smirked back. He blinked a few more times, frowning at the draft.
Heechul wordlessly handed him a pillow, Geng taking it as he sat up, a silent scarlet red. It could be a troublesome thing, this odd body temperature deal of Geng's. But Heechul didn't mind--a flustered Han Geng was too adorable to be bothered by anything else.
Quirk #3
The bedroom was silent when Heechul tip-toed in, shutting the door behind him softly. Or it would've been silent had it not have been for Han Geng's sniffles and childish sobs. Heechul sighed and shuffled over, pressing his knee into Geng's mattress, jostling the crying man.
A slight pause and a shaky couple of breaths were all Heechul got in response, so with another sigh he climbed over Geng and sat cross-legged on the bed, back and head leaning against the wall. Geng sat up, still sobbing through a bitten bottom lip, and rubbed his eyes.
Heechul watched him down his turned-up nose, eventually rolling his eyes and scratching his chin, frustrated. He pulled Han Geng's head into his lap, brushing aside treated hair as the younger man repositioned himself, not necessarily crying harder, though he'd let got of his lip and was sobbing openly on Heechul's Tom&Jerry night-shirt.
Pale hands ran through caramel hair and on across a tense tan neck. Geng was fumbling over something in Chinese, and despite not understanding, Heechul managed appropriate noises and soon enough sobs faded into barely-there snores. He gently moved Geng's head from his lap to his pillow and straightened out the taller man into a presumably more comfortable position.
Han Geng stirred in his disturbed sleep, and Heechul watched him struggle awake, eyes puffy and pink. ". . .sorry," he mumbled. burying his face in the pillow. Heechul chuckled and suggested he speak up, or never be heard. "I was just apologizing. For getting your shirt all wet."
Heechul fingered the more-than-damp spot on his night-shirt and sighed. He wished he knew Chinese, so he would know what to fix, so he would know how to make this weekly occurrence no more. He smiled at Geng in the dark, crawling under his comforter and situating his dongsaeng's head under his chin. "It's okay," he whispered as Geng absentmindedly nuzzled his collar bone. "I don't mind."
Oh! In DBSK's video for "O", pirate!Yoochun is surprisingly adorable~
And I've fallen in love with "Tongue" by Da Mouth, a Taiwanese group consisting of a Canadian-Taiwanese rapper, an American-Korean-Taiwanese male vocal, a Japanese-Taiwanese producer/DJ, and a Japanese female vocal. I honestly love the diversity~
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: PG-15 [ It's a different kind of smut? ]
Summary: Heechul really doesn't mind Han Geng's quirks.
Notes: There's only three. And they're not necessarily "quirks" ㅎ_ㅎ Ha, they get progressively longer, too. [ Ahhm. . .Please forgive me for this ㅠ_ㅠ ]
Quirk #1
Han Geng 'tsked' at the mess as Heechul struggled to catch his breath. He smoothed a slick and sticky thumb across Heechul's bruised bottom lip. "Lick them," he all but demanded, holding his fingers at the other's mouth. "And tell me what you taste like."
He was always like this when he came home China; like some sex-craving sadist. It was completely out of character for him, this personality that had Heechul cuffed and on his knees.
But Heechul, Heechul with his tongue all over Geng's fingers, really didn't mind.
Quirk #2
"Yah! Hankyung!!" Heechul kicked at the exposed tan side. He paused, taking in the exposed tan. . .everything. Apparently, when Geng falls asleep drunk in the summer, he gets too hot for comfort. Shindong walked through the living room to the kitchen, glancing over to see what Heechul's shouts were all about.
Heechul panicked, not wanting Shindong to get the wrong idea. The chubby dancer chuckled, returning from the kitchen with a handful of ice. He picked up Heechul's hand and passed on the slowly melting cubes. "These'll help, hyung." And with that, he left.
The Korean flopped down on the floor and started drawing circles on Geng's back with the now quickly melting ice cubes, the tan skin honestly hot to the touch. The last piece melted as Han Geng woke up, rolling over. He blinked up at Heechul who only smirked back. He blinked a few more times, frowning at the draft.
Heechul wordlessly handed him a pillow, Geng taking it as he sat up, a silent scarlet red. It could be a troublesome thing, this odd body temperature deal of Geng's. But Heechul didn't mind--a flustered Han Geng was too adorable to be bothered by anything else.
Quirk #3
The bedroom was silent when Heechul tip-toed in, shutting the door behind him softly. Or it would've been silent had it not have been for Han Geng's sniffles and childish sobs. Heechul sighed and shuffled over, pressing his knee into Geng's mattress, jostling the crying man.
A slight pause and a shaky couple of breaths were all Heechul got in response, so with another sigh he climbed over Geng and sat cross-legged on the bed, back and head leaning against the wall. Geng sat up, still sobbing through a bitten bottom lip, and rubbed his eyes.
Heechul watched him down his turned-up nose, eventually rolling his eyes and scratching his chin, frustrated. He pulled Han Geng's head into his lap, brushing aside treated hair as the younger man repositioned himself, not necessarily crying harder, though he'd let got of his lip and was sobbing openly on Heechul's Tom&Jerry night-shirt.
Pale hands ran through caramel hair and on across a tense tan neck. Geng was fumbling over something in Chinese, and despite not understanding, Heechul managed appropriate noises and soon enough sobs faded into barely-there snores. He gently moved Geng's head from his lap to his pillow and straightened out the taller man into a presumably more comfortable position.
Han Geng stirred in his disturbed sleep, and Heechul watched him struggle awake, eyes puffy and pink. ". . .sorry," he mumbled. burying his face in the pillow. Heechul chuckled and suggested he speak up, or never be heard. "I was just apologizing. For getting your shirt all wet."
Heechul fingered the more-than-damp spot on his night-shirt and sighed. He wished he knew Chinese, so he would know what to fix, so he would know how to make this weekly occurrence no more. He smiled at Geng in the dark, crawling under his comforter and situating his dongsaeng's head under his chin. "It's okay," he whispered as Geng absentmindedly nuzzled his collar bone. "I don't mind."
Oh! In DBSK's video for "O", pirate!Yoochun is surprisingly adorable~
And I've fallen in love with "Tongue" by Da Mouth, a Taiwanese group consisting of a Canadian-Taiwanese rapper, an American-Korean-Taiwanese male vocal, a Japanese-Taiwanese producer/DJ, and a Japanese female vocal. I honestly love the diversity~