Girlfriend
[Title] Girlfriend
[Rating] NC-17, for almost plotless sex
[Pairing] HeechulxKibum, with mentions of Yesung
[Author's Note] This originally started out as a drabble. I did the 10 Song Meme, and I loved it so much, I did it again, but I didn't post it. I got the song Girlfriend by N'Sync (hence why the title of this fic is Girlfriend), and it was kind of sexy and had hints of a storyline to it, and it was just too intriguing to not write it out as a full oneshot.
Of course, I finished it, just wanting it to be a oneshot, but now I feel like there's going to be a second part. It always happens to me. I want to write something as a oneshot, and it turns into something I just want to extend. So, expect a second part sometime in the future. Thank goodness this has something of a storyline to it.
Last note: I have the sweetest history professor, so nice and sweet and just always happy to be there and loves his job and just so sweet. So of course more than half of this was typed in his class on my laptop. <.<
Beads of sweat making trails down tan flesh, jeans just a hint too low, hips rolling to the beat of the music, a shirt lifted by hands that weren’t Yesung’s. Heechul knew Kibum was in a relationship, but boys that were happily in relationships didn’t dance like this with acquaintances, but he wasn’t about to complain, especially when Kibum turned his back to Heechul and ground their hips together, implying exactly what he wanted from Heechul, and oh how Heechul wanted to give it to him.
Fingers held those swaying hips sharply as he met the rhythm, their bodies pressed together in one sweaty mass while Heechul grew harder in his jeans at the very thought of fucking this boy senseless in the bathroom. But morals got in the way.
“Let me be your boyfriend, just for one night, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Anything you say, new boyfriend.”
Cold alcohol slid between Heechul’s lips as he passively eyed the dance floor, filled with so many bodies moving in one sweaty mass with no discernable rhythm, just a group writhing on the dance floor in what they hoped was a sexual way, a way to attract others to them. As ridiculous as it seemed, there must be something about it that works because there are boys bumping obscenely against girls, mouths pressing together in sloppy kisses as they attempt to keep up with the music, drunken pairs moving off to the shadows for more privacy, and it all seems animalistic to Heechul. All pheromones and sweat and low growling noises, and it all amused him.
His eyes swept over the crowd, taking in the sight of what a modern version of the African Savanna might look like if the animals could walk on two legs and the desert was a nightclub, laughing softly to himself at the thought. He was beginning to turn away, to look back to the bar and maybe order another drink, when one of the many figures in the crowd caught his attention, pushed to the edge of the crowd to suddenly grab his view, and Heechul would have thought he’d done it on purpose if the boy’s eyes weren’t closed. He knew the boy to be taken, but that didn’t stop Heechul from standing up and moving to stand beside him. A little dance couldn’t hurt, could it?
It wasn’t difficult to get into the swing of things, finding that his body moved naturally to the loud beats once he let his body give in to it, and soon he was dancing in front of this boy he knew, their bodies barely not touching as Heechul took in this sight. Beads of sweat from too much heat and dancing making trails down tan flesh, dark jeans riding just a hint too low, hips rolling seductively to the beat of the music, a shirt lifted by hands that weren’t Yesung’s but a stranger’s that happened to be next to him. He s-lined his body into the hands touching him, unintentionally pressing his thighs against Heechul’s, but nothing seemed to pull this boy out of his trance. He just kept dancing, his eyes closed, arms raised above his head, continuing his taunting moves - roll of the hips, turn of the head, half a step sideways, roll the other direction - and Heechul wondered what he was doing here without his boyfriend.
Kibum didn’t even flinch when Heechul leaned in, their cheeks a fraction of an inch away from each other’s to match the rest of their bodies that were moving almost in tandem, and softly said, “I don’t see Yesung here tonight.” He pulled away just enough to see Kibum’s smile and still-closed eyes clearly, wondering why he didn’t look slightly more alarmed that he’d run into someone he knew.
“You’re right,” was all the response he got before Kibum lowered his hands to Heechul’s shoulders, pulling him closer until their stomachs were touching, flat against the other’s, his hands trailing from shoulders to biceps, the motions never stopping. Hips moved to one side, the other’s failing just behind the rhythm, hands moved unnoticed down Heechul’s arms to his hips, fingers threading through the belt loops on his jeans.
“Is there any point asking why?” He tried to pretend he didn’t care, to sneak that tone of indifference into his voice, but he actually was rather intrigued as to what could drive them apart to the point of no longer spending every waking moment together. As he leaned in to ask his question, he found that Kibum’s breath held no hint of alcohol at all. He was here, sober, knowing exactly what he was doing. Interesting twist in what he’d always thought was a very healthy relationship.
“I suppose I could tell you,” he whispered, bringing his lips to Heechul’s ear while pressing his hips closer, and the older boy moved easily to the rhythm that was being set, swaying his body along to keep up and not lose the boy to a beat he couldn’t follow. “But I think I’d rather not ruin the night.”
“I don’t think you c-” His words were interrupted by a gasp and the softest of noises in the back of this throat when he felt one of the hands leave his hips and travel slowly across the button of his jeans, down the zipper, over the denim until his hand pressed against the older boy’s half-formed erection, the fingers closing slightly around it. He cleared his throat and continued. “I don’t think you could ruin the night if you tried.”
The hand moved up, sliding quickly back down, further between his legs, and Heechul hoped to God his legs would support him through his teasing. “Good thing I don’t want to, then.” His breath came hot against Heechul’s lips, their mouths barely an inch away, and Heechul wanted nothing more than to grab his hair and mesh their lips together in the kiss he’d always wanted to give this boy, all tongues and biting lips and moans for more but never able to be completely satisfied.
“What do you want, then?” he asked in response, trying not to get harder in the boy’s hand at the mere thought of such a kiss taking place, relieved when the hand moved back to his hip. “Certainly something Yesung’s not giving you.” A thigh now, between his legs where the hand was, moving against him to a quicker beat, following the change in the song that Heechul had barely realized had happened, and the hot breath fell on his ear again.
“Can’t you leave him out of this?” A rough grind between Heechul’s legs had another noise escaping his throat and his hips jerking involuntarily, a smirk on the younger boy’s lips indicating that this was exactly what he wanted.
“So, he doesn’t touch you anymore, then?” He lightly rested his hand on Kibum’s thigh, moving slowly over his hips, feeling the heat from his skin through the denim, trailing up his shirt, circling a forefinger around his navel and getting a small gasp in return. “He doesn’t touch you like that?” He traveled further upwards, fingertips trailing lightly against his skin, the muscles underneath tensing the more he touched. A light brush on his side up to his chest had the younger boy’s lips quivering, nails just barely touching skin following along a rib, a thumb caressing a nipple just once, and Kibum’s eyes were half closed again, his breathing shallow.
“He…”
The hand left his shirt, now touching Kibum’s cheek, lining his lower lip and down his jaw line, the curve of his neck and back up before pulling his face closer, their lips a hair’s breadth away. “He doesn’t kiss you like this anymore?” Not a touch, but Kibum whimpered so quietly Heechul almost didn’t hear it. He exhaled softly, slowly as he moved his lips back to Kibum’s ear. “Do you miss it?”
Kibum’s body shook slightly, shuddering against Heechul’s, and they both knew who won. “Yes.”
“Do you want it?” He shifted his hips against Kibum’s leg as his teeth playfully teased his earlobe, tonguing the stud in it, and another small noise left Kibum’s throat, sounding in Heechul’s ear.
“Yes,” he breathed in response, pulling away from Heechul just enough to turn around so his back was to the older boy and ground into his hips, hands holding the belt loops once again of the figure now behind him. The beat got faster and faster, and Heechul didn’t know if it was the music or his own heartbeat setting the pace. All he knew was that their bodies were now moving in one of those animalistic ways Heechul had taken notice of earlier, only now he understood, comprehended, enjoyed it.
“Yesung won’t mind?”
“He won’t even know.”
The smirk that started to cross Kibum’s lips was caught quickly, smothered completely by Heechul’s mouth crushing against him, holding the younger boy’s chin firmly in his fingers. There was no fight to get his tongue between those lips, and it was everything Heechul had ever wanted in a kiss; teeth biting tongue, mouths battling for dominance, lips sliding across each others in a wet, messy kiss that drove them both crazy and left each of them nearly breathless.
Kibum’s mouth latched onto Heechul’s neck, tongue pressing against his pulse while Heechul tried to find the bathroom, spotting it quickly beside a couple dry-humping against the wall. “There,” he said, pointing to the entrance, and they maneuvered awkwardly through the crowd and into the tiled room, the chill a welcome change on their heated skin, but they didn’t take the time to revel in it. Kibum pushed Heechul into a stall, locking it and pushing him against the door.
“Touch me,” he demanded, and the hidden desperation in his voice told Heechul that he really hadn’t gotten any for quite a while, that Yesung hadn’t been fulfilling this part of being in a relationship. “God dammit, just do it.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, and in just a matter of seconds his hands were back up the other’s shirt, fingers pressing into the flesh in sharp contrast with the gentle, teasing touches from before. Up, his fingers moved, following the toned muscles into his ribcage, over the bones until he found his nipples again, twisting them between his fingers and causing Kibum to make a guttural noise in the back of his throat that aroused Heechul further. He switched their positions quickly, pressing Kibum against the door and kissing down his chest, tongue swirling around his hardened nipple and tracing around it, and that was all it took to have him uttering vulgarities.
“Fuck, you’re even better than Yesung. Fucking bastard doesn’t even pay attention to me anymore.” Another moan as Heechul took the second nipple in his mouth, leaving the first one exposed to the chill air. “Jesus fucking Christ, he doesn’t even-”
The angry words were swallowed by Heechul’s mouth once again, not out of irritation that he was talking because Heechul was still very interested in the problems in his relationship, but because the boy’s mouth moving just enticed the older boy too much to resist. For long minutes the only sound was the wet sounds of lips and tongues and the soft moans from each of them, echoing obscenely through the bathroom. The kisses trailed down his neck, the younger of the two sucking again on the spot he’d abandoned earlier, lifting Heechul’s shirt to his shoulders to create more hickies down his chest and stomach, dropping the shirt as he dropped to his knees.
Words completely stopped between them as Kibum unbuttoned Heechul’s jeans, sliding the zipper he’d been fondling earlier down , peeling the denim off his hips, down his legs, past his knees until they pooled at the floor by his feet, and Heechul stepped out of them. Warm hands ran up Heechul’s long, waxed legs, the younger boy’s fingertips just barely avoiding his manhood that had grown much harder since the dance floor to follow the curve of his hip bones, and now it was Heechul’s turn to begin trembling in anticipation.
“I see you came prepared,” he said in response to his lack of underwear and smirked up at Heechul, running his tongue along his lower lip but not yet touching him.
“What, you think I go to night clubs for recreation? Fuck that, I come here to hopefully get laid.”
“And how often does that happen?” he asked, trailing one finger through the dark hair around the base of his erection, slowly moving down the length, and nothing in Heechul’s life had ever looked so sexy.
“Not often enough,” he responded, gripping the hem of his shirt and wishing he would just get on with it.
“Pity,” he replied, and Heechul felt Kibum circling all five of his fingers around him and beginning to slowly stroke him, “because you look like you need a good fuck just as much as I do.” Another stroke, teasingly slow to get him fully hard before pressing his lips to the tip, tongue sliding out to visibly lick the pre-cum off him, and Heechul got even more aroused. Kibum closed his lips around him, moving at the same slow pace to take him as far into his mouth as he could, and the older boy wondered why he hadn’t claimed him before Yesung could.
He laughed in what he hoped was a nonchalant way. “Do I really…look it?” His breathing hitched when teeth grazed the sensitive underside, the tip of the other’s tongue making patterns across the heated flesh. The only response he got was a soft hum in what might have been an answer, but the vibrations were too overwhelming that he just couldn’t tell. His hips jerked into Kibum’s mouth, grateful that he didn’t choke, and felt him pull away completely.
“Going to finish already?”
“Fuck no.” He tangled his hands in Kibum’s hair and pushed his face forward and it was mere seconds before he was again surrounded by the heat of the boy’s mouth, watching the top of his head move back and forth as he picked up where he left off. Quicker he moved, his fingers digging into the white of his thighs as Heechul’s head fell back, rolling onto one shoulder then around to the other while his hands tightened in Kibum’s hair. Abdominal muscles tightened, heat pooling in his stomach as he neared his climax, but he pulled Kibum away before he could.
Kibum stood with another smirk, but before he could say anything, Heechul crushed their mouths together again almost violently, tongues meeting and wrestling with each other, and when he pulled away for air, he could feel his lips bruising and saw Kibum’s were now a deep red. “Play time,” he said, biting the other’s swollen lower lip, “is over.” He reached over and unlocked the stall, doing a mixture of pushing Kibum towards the sink and turning him around to face it while unfastening his jeans and pushing them down to his knees once the younger boy was pressed against the cold porcelain. There was no hesitation to position himself at the other’s entrance, wondering briefly if Kibum would leave Yesung for him, and push slowly in, trying not to hurt the boy.
“God, Heechul, I’ve been fucked before, just do it!”
The younger boy’s hips pressed back at the same time Heechul thrust his forcefully into him, Kibum gripping the sides of the sink as he bent over more to give Heechul better access. Long fingers gripped tanned hips hard enough to bruise as he pushed himself all the way in, hearing a gasp and a groan echo off the tiles, though whether it came from him or Kibum, he didn’t know or care. He held himself there, buried completely inside Kibum and hardly moving, enjoying the feel of not only having sex in a bathroom, but having sex in a bathroom with the boy he’d wanted to have sex with since eleventh grade.
Heechul’s hand drifted from Kibum’s side, down his hip and over to slowly wrap around the hot flesh between his legs, enjoying the strangled grunts leaving his throat as Heechul slowly ran his fingers down to the tip, cupping it in his palm, then moving back up, repeating his motions and closing his eyes while trying to imagine being pressed face first on his bed with Kibum pounding him into the mattress. The thought alone caused a loud moan to erupt from his lips and he bit Kibum’s shoulder through his t-shirt, saliva wetting the material.
“D-dammit, Heechul…” Kibum jerked into Heechul’s hand as the strokes continued to tease him. “D-dammit…”
Taking that as his hint, Heechul pulled almost completely out, savoring the sounds of want, of need, sounding through the room, then pushed hard back in, receiving a sharp gasp in reward, and held still again. Kibum whimpered softly, pushing back into Heechul and moving his hips, probably his way of begging him to keep going, and it was almost too much for Heechul to keep taunting. He pulled out and, with a low growl, thrust hard back in, immediately picking up the pace, harder and faster, feeling Kibum meet his every thrust and crying out like an animal in heat. His back arched as their hips met, the cloth rubbing between them against Heechul’s chest, riding up a few inches, and the hand that was erratically stroking between Kibum’s legs left to lift the shirt up his back, up to his neck, and wasted no time in pressing kiss after heated kiss against his spine. A wet trail crossed from shoulder blade to shoulder blade while the hand circled to the front, fingers splayed across his chest as another thrust set Kibum’s body to shaking.
“H-Heechul…” Kibum reached up and grabbed the hand that was on his chest and pulled it to his face, taking his first two fingers into his mouth and sucking on them, tonguing his fingertips and gasping around them as Heechul continued the assault on his body. Heechul moaned loudly at the sensation of Kibum mimicking his earlier actions from the stall on his fingers, biting them while his tongue licked erotically between them and drawing them further in his mouth. Heechul felt his knees going weak and he used all his energy to thrust hard, unintentionally angling himself differently and hearing Kibum cry out sharply and he knew he’d hit that perfect spot in him.
He held his hip harder, holding their bodies steady as he pulled out and pushed back in, hearing another moan vibrate around his fingers, and it wasn’t until he looked in the mirror he realized that Kibum’s hand that had been holding his was no longer around his wrist, and the jerking of his shoulder told Heechul he was taking over the abandoned task of working himself to a finish. Within just a few seconds, the muscles in Kibum’s back tensed spasmodically with another thrust, and his body twitched under Heechul’s, and in just a few seconds Heechul felt the muscles surrounding him clench tightly as Kibum moaned again around his fingers.
“But I’m not done yet,” Heechul whispered, pressing his fingers on the younger boy’s tongue and thrust into him again, holding his body close to feel Kibum recover, still jerking occasionally around him. Another thrust and Kibum moaned softly; another and he knew he was nearing his climax; one more had Heechul coming hard inside him, back arching and knees shaking, and he collapsed against Kibum’s back, breathing hard against his neck. “Fuck, you’re good,” he said quietly, pulling his fingers from Kibum’s mouth and dropping his arm down to hold the younger boy’s side limply.
“Been a long time since I’ve heard that.”
Heechul pulled out, taking half a step back to watch Kibum lift his pants back up to his hips and turn around so they were facing each other, breathless and flushed. They gazed at each other for a few seconds, then Heechul walked back into the stall and pulled his pants back on, wondering what he should say to the boy. He could tell him how good of a lay he was, though he didn’t think that needed vocalization. He could express how much he wanted to take him again, and the idea of saying just that was awfully tempting. But the words that actually came out were, “Are you going home?” But the thought of letting Kibum go back to the boy who apparently didn’t pay attention to him, who, it seemed, didn’t even love him anymore, was more heartbreaking than he thought it would be.
“No.”
“Won’t Yesung want you there?” He didn’t know a lot about their love life, but from what he could tell, they desperately needed to get things figured out. As much as he didn’t want to let him go, if Kibum needed to work things out…
“He won’t even notice I’m gone. Why do you think I came here? For recreation?” He smirked, though Heechul could see it was a mask to cover the depression underneath. “I come here to forget about him and what he’s doing.”
“What’s he doing?” he asked before he could stop himself, mentally kicking himself for being so forward, but it seemed like Kibum just didn’t care anymore.
“What we just did only with his brother-in-law, and what we’re going to do again once we get back to your apartment.” His hand slid back down to the front of Heechul’s pants, and Heechul decided that if this was how Kibum needed to get away, he could definitely be there for him..
[Rating] NC-17, for almost plotless sex
[Pairing] HeechulxKibum, with mentions of Yesung
[Author's Note] This originally started out as a drabble. I did the 10 Song Meme, and I loved it so much, I did it again, but I didn't post it. I got the song Girlfriend by N'Sync (hence why the title of this fic is Girlfriend), and it was kind of sexy and had hints of a storyline to it, and it was just too intriguing to not write it out as a full oneshot.
Of course, I finished it, just wanting it to be a oneshot, but now I feel like there's going to be a second part. It always happens to me. I want to write something as a oneshot, and it turns into something I just want to extend. So, expect a second part sometime in the future. Thank goodness this has something of a storyline to it.
Last note: I have the sweetest history professor, so nice and sweet and just always happy to be there and loves his job and just so sweet. So of course more than half of this was typed in his class on my laptop. <.<
Beads of sweat making trails down tan flesh, jeans just a hint too low, hips rolling to the beat of the music, a shirt lifted by hands that weren’t Yesung’s. Heechul knew Kibum was in a relationship, but boys that were happily in relationships didn’t dance like this with acquaintances, but he wasn’t about to complain, especially when Kibum turned his back to Heechul and ground their hips together, implying exactly what he wanted from Heechul, and oh how Heechul wanted to give it to him.
Fingers held those swaying hips sharply as he met the rhythm, their bodies pressed together in one sweaty mass while Heechul grew harder in his jeans at the very thought of fucking this boy senseless in the bathroom. But morals got in the way.
“Let me be your boyfriend, just for one night, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Anything you say, new boyfriend.”
Cold alcohol slid between Heechul’s lips as he passively eyed the dance floor, filled with so many bodies moving in one sweaty mass with no discernable rhythm, just a group writhing on the dance floor in what they hoped was a sexual way, a way to attract others to them. As ridiculous as it seemed, there must be something about it that works because there are boys bumping obscenely against girls, mouths pressing together in sloppy kisses as they attempt to keep up with the music, drunken pairs moving off to the shadows for more privacy, and it all seems animalistic to Heechul. All pheromones and sweat and low growling noises, and it all amused him.
His eyes swept over the crowd, taking in the sight of what a modern version of the African Savanna might look like if the animals could walk on two legs and the desert was a nightclub, laughing softly to himself at the thought. He was beginning to turn away, to look back to the bar and maybe order another drink, when one of the many figures in the crowd caught his attention, pushed to the edge of the crowd to suddenly grab his view, and Heechul would have thought he’d done it on purpose if the boy’s eyes weren’t closed. He knew the boy to be taken, but that didn’t stop Heechul from standing up and moving to stand beside him. A little dance couldn’t hurt, could it?
It wasn’t difficult to get into the swing of things, finding that his body moved naturally to the loud beats once he let his body give in to it, and soon he was dancing in front of this boy he knew, their bodies barely not touching as Heechul took in this sight. Beads of sweat from too much heat and dancing making trails down tan flesh, dark jeans riding just a hint too low, hips rolling seductively to the beat of the music, a shirt lifted by hands that weren’t Yesung’s but a stranger’s that happened to be next to him. He s-lined his body into the hands touching him, unintentionally pressing his thighs against Heechul’s, but nothing seemed to pull this boy out of his trance. He just kept dancing, his eyes closed, arms raised above his head, continuing his taunting moves - roll of the hips, turn of the head, half a step sideways, roll the other direction - and Heechul wondered what he was doing here without his boyfriend.
Kibum didn’t even flinch when Heechul leaned in, their cheeks a fraction of an inch away from each other’s to match the rest of their bodies that were moving almost in tandem, and softly said, “I don’t see Yesung here tonight.” He pulled away just enough to see Kibum’s smile and still-closed eyes clearly, wondering why he didn’t look slightly more alarmed that he’d run into someone he knew.
“You’re right,” was all the response he got before Kibum lowered his hands to Heechul’s shoulders, pulling him closer until their stomachs were touching, flat against the other’s, his hands trailing from shoulders to biceps, the motions never stopping. Hips moved to one side, the other’s failing just behind the rhythm, hands moved unnoticed down Heechul’s arms to his hips, fingers threading through the belt loops on his jeans.
“Is there any point asking why?” He tried to pretend he didn’t care, to sneak that tone of indifference into his voice, but he actually was rather intrigued as to what could drive them apart to the point of no longer spending every waking moment together. As he leaned in to ask his question, he found that Kibum’s breath held no hint of alcohol at all. He was here, sober, knowing exactly what he was doing. Interesting twist in what he’d always thought was a very healthy relationship.
“I suppose I could tell you,” he whispered, bringing his lips to Heechul’s ear while pressing his hips closer, and the older boy moved easily to the rhythm that was being set, swaying his body along to keep up and not lose the boy to a beat he couldn’t follow. “But I think I’d rather not ruin the night.”
“I don’t think you c-” His words were interrupted by a gasp and the softest of noises in the back of this throat when he felt one of the hands leave his hips and travel slowly across the button of his jeans, down the zipper, over the denim until his hand pressed against the older boy’s half-formed erection, the fingers closing slightly around it. He cleared his throat and continued. “I don’t think you could ruin the night if you tried.”
The hand moved up, sliding quickly back down, further between his legs, and Heechul hoped to God his legs would support him through his teasing. “Good thing I don’t want to, then.” His breath came hot against Heechul’s lips, their mouths barely an inch away, and Heechul wanted nothing more than to grab his hair and mesh their lips together in the kiss he’d always wanted to give this boy, all tongues and biting lips and moans for more but never able to be completely satisfied.
“What do you want, then?” he asked in response, trying not to get harder in the boy’s hand at the mere thought of such a kiss taking place, relieved when the hand moved back to his hip. “Certainly something Yesung’s not giving you.” A thigh now, between his legs where the hand was, moving against him to a quicker beat, following the change in the song that Heechul had barely realized had happened, and the hot breath fell on his ear again.
“Can’t you leave him out of this?” A rough grind between Heechul’s legs had another noise escaping his throat and his hips jerking involuntarily, a smirk on the younger boy’s lips indicating that this was exactly what he wanted.
“So, he doesn’t touch you anymore, then?” He lightly rested his hand on Kibum’s thigh, moving slowly over his hips, feeling the heat from his skin through the denim, trailing up his shirt, circling a forefinger around his navel and getting a small gasp in return. “He doesn’t touch you like that?” He traveled further upwards, fingertips trailing lightly against his skin, the muscles underneath tensing the more he touched. A light brush on his side up to his chest had the younger boy’s lips quivering, nails just barely touching skin following along a rib, a thumb caressing a nipple just once, and Kibum’s eyes were half closed again, his breathing shallow.
“He…”
The hand left his shirt, now touching Kibum’s cheek, lining his lower lip and down his jaw line, the curve of his neck and back up before pulling his face closer, their lips a hair’s breadth away. “He doesn’t kiss you like this anymore?” Not a touch, but Kibum whimpered so quietly Heechul almost didn’t hear it. He exhaled softly, slowly as he moved his lips back to Kibum’s ear. “Do you miss it?”
Kibum’s body shook slightly, shuddering against Heechul’s, and they both knew who won. “Yes.”
“Do you want it?” He shifted his hips against Kibum’s leg as his teeth playfully teased his earlobe, tonguing the stud in it, and another small noise left Kibum’s throat, sounding in Heechul’s ear.
“Yes,” he breathed in response, pulling away from Heechul just enough to turn around so his back was to the older boy and ground into his hips, hands holding the belt loops once again of the figure now behind him. The beat got faster and faster, and Heechul didn’t know if it was the music or his own heartbeat setting the pace. All he knew was that their bodies were now moving in one of those animalistic ways Heechul had taken notice of earlier, only now he understood, comprehended, enjoyed it.
“Yesung won’t mind?”
“He won’t even know.”
The smirk that started to cross Kibum’s lips was caught quickly, smothered completely by Heechul’s mouth crushing against him, holding the younger boy’s chin firmly in his fingers. There was no fight to get his tongue between those lips, and it was everything Heechul had ever wanted in a kiss; teeth biting tongue, mouths battling for dominance, lips sliding across each others in a wet, messy kiss that drove them both crazy and left each of them nearly breathless.
Kibum’s mouth latched onto Heechul’s neck, tongue pressing against his pulse while Heechul tried to find the bathroom, spotting it quickly beside a couple dry-humping against the wall. “There,” he said, pointing to the entrance, and they maneuvered awkwardly through the crowd and into the tiled room, the chill a welcome change on their heated skin, but they didn’t take the time to revel in it. Kibum pushed Heechul into a stall, locking it and pushing him against the door.
“Touch me,” he demanded, and the hidden desperation in his voice told Heechul that he really hadn’t gotten any for quite a while, that Yesung hadn’t been fulfilling this part of being in a relationship. “God dammit, just do it.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, and in just a matter of seconds his hands were back up the other’s shirt, fingers pressing into the flesh in sharp contrast with the gentle, teasing touches from before. Up, his fingers moved, following the toned muscles into his ribcage, over the bones until he found his nipples again, twisting them between his fingers and causing Kibum to make a guttural noise in the back of his throat that aroused Heechul further. He switched their positions quickly, pressing Kibum against the door and kissing down his chest, tongue swirling around his hardened nipple and tracing around it, and that was all it took to have him uttering vulgarities.
“Fuck, you’re even better than Yesung. Fucking bastard doesn’t even pay attention to me anymore.” Another moan as Heechul took the second nipple in his mouth, leaving the first one exposed to the chill air. “Jesus fucking Christ, he doesn’t even-”
The angry words were swallowed by Heechul’s mouth once again, not out of irritation that he was talking because Heechul was still very interested in the problems in his relationship, but because the boy’s mouth moving just enticed the older boy too much to resist. For long minutes the only sound was the wet sounds of lips and tongues and the soft moans from each of them, echoing obscenely through the bathroom. The kisses trailed down his neck, the younger of the two sucking again on the spot he’d abandoned earlier, lifting Heechul’s shirt to his shoulders to create more hickies down his chest and stomach, dropping the shirt as he dropped to his knees.
Words completely stopped between them as Kibum unbuttoned Heechul’s jeans, sliding the zipper he’d been fondling earlier down , peeling the denim off his hips, down his legs, past his knees until they pooled at the floor by his feet, and Heechul stepped out of them. Warm hands ran up Heechul’s long, waxed legs, the younger boy’s fingertips just barely avoiding his manhood that had grown much harder since the dance floor to follow the curve of his hip bones, and now it was Heechul’s turn to begin trembling in anticipation.
“I see you came prepared,” he said in response to his lack of underwear and smirked up at Heechul, running his tongue along his lower lip but not yet touching him.
“What, you think I go to night clubs for recreation? Fuck that, I come here to hopefully get laid.”
“And how often does that happen?” he asked, trailing one finger through the dark hair around the base of his erection, slowly moving down the length, and nothing in Heechul’s life had ever looked so sexy.
“Not often enough,” he responded, gripping the hem of his shirt and wishing he would just get on with it.
“Pity,” he replied, and Heechul felt Kibum circling all five of his fingers around him and beginning to slowly stroke him, “because you look like you need a good fuck just as much as I do.” Another stroke, teasingly slow to get him fully hard before pressing his lips to the tip, tongue sliding out to visibly lick the pre-cum off him, and Heechul got even more aroused. Kibum closed his lips around him, moving at the same slow pace to take him as far into his mouth as he could, and the older boy wondered why he hadn’t claimed him before Yesung could.
He laughed in what he hoped was a nonchalant way. “Do I really…look it?” His breathing hitched when teeth grazed the sensitive underside, the tip of the other’s tongue making patterns across the heated flesh. The only response he got was a soft hum in what might have been an answer, but the vibrations were too overwhelming that he just couldn’t tell. His hips jerked into Kibum’s mouth, grateful that he didn’t choke, and felt him pull away completely.
“Going to finish already?”
“Fuck no.” He tangled his hands in Kibum’s hair and pushed his face forward and it was mere seconds before he was again surrounded by the heat of the boy’s mouth, watching the top of his head move back and forth as he picked up where he left off. Quicker he moved, his fingers digging into the white of his thighs as Heechul’s head fell back, rolling onto one shoulder then around to the other while his hands tightened in Kibum’s hair. Abdominal muscles tightened, heat pooling in his stomach as he neared his climax, but he pulled Kibum away before he could.
Kibum stood with another smirk, but before he could say anything, Heechul crushed their mouths together again almost violently, tongues meeting and wrestling with each other, and when he pulled away for air, he could feel his lips bruising and saw Kibum’s were now a deep red. “Play time,” he said, biting the other’s swollen lower lip, “is over.” He reached over and unlocked the stall, doing a mixture of pushing Kibum towards the sink and turning him around to face it while unfastening his jeans and pushing them down to his knees once the younger boy was pressed against the cold porcelain. There was no hesitation to position himself at the other’s entrance, wondering briefly if Kibum would leave Yesung for him, and push slowly in, trying not to hurt the boy.
“God, Heechul, I’ve been fucked before, just do it!”
The younger boy’s hips pressed back at the same time Heechul thrust his forcefully into him, Kibum gripping the sides of the sink as he bent over more to give Heechul better access. Long fingers gripped tanned hips hard enough to bruise as he pushed himself all the way in, hearing a gasp and a groan echo off the tiles, though whether it came from him or Kibum, he didn’t know or care. He held himself there, buried completely inside Kibum and hardly moving, enjoying the feel of not only having sex in a bathroom, but having sex in a bathroom with the boy he’d wanted to have sex with since eleventh grade.
Heechul’s hand drifted from Kibum’s side, down his hip and over to slowly wrap around the hot flesh between his legs, enjoying the strangled grunts leaving his throat as Heechul slowly ran his fingers down to the tip, cupping it in his palm, then moving back up, repeating his motions and closing his eyes while trying to imagine being pressed face first on his bed with Kibum pounding him into the mattress. The thought alone caused a loud moan to erupt from his lips and he bit Kibum’s shoulder through his t-shirt, saliva wetting the material.
“D-dammit, Heechul…” Kibum jerked into Heechul’s hand as the strokes continued to tease him. “D-dammit…”
Taking that as his hint, Heechul pulled almost completely out, savoring the sounds of want, of need, sounding through the room, then pushed hard back in, receiving a sharp gasp in reward, and held still again. Kibum whimpered softly, pushing back into Heechul and moving his hips, probably his way of begging him to keep going, and it was almost too much for Heechul to keep taunting. He pulled out and, with a low growl, thrust hard back in, immediately picking up the pace, harder and faster, feeling Kibum meet his every thrust and crying out like an animal in heat. His back arched as their hips met, the cloth rubbing between them against Heechul’s chest, riding up a few inches, and the hand that was erratically stroking between Kibum’s legs left to lift the shirt up his back, up to his neck, and wasted no time in pressing kiss after heated kiss against his spine. A wet trail crossed from shoulder blade to shoulder blade while the hand circled to the front, fingers splayed across his chest as another thrust set Kibum’s body to shaking.
“H-Heechul…” Kibum reached up and grabbed the hand that was on his chest and pulled it to his face, taking his first two fingers into his mouth and sucking on them, tonguing his fingertips and gasping around them as Heechul continued the assault on his body. Heechul moaned loudly at the sensation of Kibum mimicking his earlier actions from the stall on his fingers, biting them while his tongue licked erotically between them and drawing them further in his mouth. Heechul felt his knees going weak and he used all his energy to thrust hard, unintentionally angling himself differently and hearing Kibum cry out sharply and he knew he’d hit that perfect spot in him.
He held his hip harder, holding their bodies steady as he pulled out and pushed back in, hearing another moan vibrate around his fingers, and it wasn’t until he looked in the mirror he realized that Kibum’s hand that had been holding his was no longer around his wrist, and the jerking of his shoulder told Heechul he was taking over the abandoned task of working himself to a finish. Within just a few seconds, the muscles in Kibum’s back tensed spasmodically with another thrust, and his body twitched under Heechul’s, and in just a few seconds Heechul felt the muscles surrounding him clench tightly as Kibum moaned again around his fingers.
“But I’m not done yet,” Heechul whispered, pressing his fingers on the younger boy’s tongue and thrust into him again, holding his body close to feel Kibum recover, still jerking occasionally around him. Another thrust and Kibum moaned softly; another and he knew he was nearing his climax; one more had Heechul coming hard inside him, back arching and knees shaking, and he collapsed against Kibum’s back, breathing hard against his neck. “Fuck, you’re good,” he said quietly, pulling his fingers from Kibum’s mouth and dropping his arm down to hold the younger boy’s side limply.
“Been a long time since I’ve heard that.”
Heechul pulled out, taking half a step back to watch Kibum lift his pants back up to his hips and turn around so they were facing each other, breathless and flushed. They gazed at each other for a few seconds, then Heechul walked back into the stall and pulled his pants back on, wondering what he should say to the boy. He could tell him how good of a lay he was, though he didn’t think that needed vocalization. He could express how much he wanted to take him again, and the idea of saying just that was awfully tempting. But the words that actually came out were, “Are you going home?” But the thought of letting Kibum go back to the boy who apparently didn’t pay attention to him, who, it seemed, didn’t even love him anymore, was more heartbreaking than he thought it would be.
“No.”
“Won’t Yesung want you there?” He didn’t know a lot about their love life, but from what he could tell, they desperately needed to get things figured out. As much as he didn’t want to let him go, if Kibum needed to work things out…
“He won’t even notice I’m gone. Why do you think I came here? For recreation?” He smirked, though Heechul could see it was a mask to cover the depression underneath. “I come here to forget about him and what he’s doing.”
“What’s he doing?” he asked before he could stop himself, mentally kicking himself for being so forward, but it seemed like Kibum just didn’t care anymore.
“What we just did only with his brother-in-law, and what we’re going to do again once we get back to your apartment.” His hand slid back down to the front of Heechul’s pants, and Heechul decided that if this was how Kibum needed to get away, he could definitely be there for him..