Girlfriend 2
Warm lips pressed against Heechul’s neck, sucking softly on the skin until it turned red, longer until it was purple, and an obvious mark was left in place of the lips. Breath was hot on his ear as teeth bit gently on his earlobe, tongue trailing up the outer edge of his ear before words were whispered quietly. “Get home quick, Heechul, I don’t know how long I can wait.”
Heechul suppressed any noise he was tempted to make and put the car in reverse, hoping Kibum would be able to wait until they got back to his apartment to continue what had started - and finished - in the bathroom, but he was hoping in vain. The breath never left, coming softly on his jaw line, and before he even had his car back on the road, Kibum’s mouth had once again made contact with his neck. He decided that the kissing would be okay. He liked kissing, and it certainly felt good to have someone landing them all over his neck, under his chin, around to the other side of his neck - Kibum was now leaning across the center console to continue the kisses to Heechul’s other ear and Heechul was attempting to drive with one hand - and to his collarbone. The kissing and hickies would be just fine.
It was when Kibum’s hand rested on Heechul’s stomach that he started getting worried. The fingertips were pressing against the fabric, making slow circles in what probably would have been relaxing if Heechul hadn’t been driving, and they slowly, oh so slowly, drifted lower until they were at his jeans. Lower his hand went, over the front of the denim until it was settled at Heechul’s crotch, fingers continuing to massage, and Heechul barely contained his moan as he felt himself getting harder in this boy’s apparently magic fingers. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this aroused, so aroused it was almost painful, and Kibum seemed to know exactly how to get him to that point with little effort. He cleared his throat loudly in hopes it would distract Kibum from turning Heechul on.
“A-ah, so tell me what happened between you and Yesung.” It was the only thing that could come to his overloaded brain, and it was apparently not the time to say anything about it because Kibum’s hand gripped him tighter, painfully, until Heechul let out a sharp gasp.
“Why talk about him,” his voice sounded from the crook of Heechul’s neck where he was busy licking one of the marks he’d left not a minute before, “when there are so many other things we can talk about?” His hand loosened its grip and moved up, unbuttoning and unzipping quicker than Heechul anticipated, and before he knew it he was exposed to the air of the car and to Kibum’s teasing fingers circling him again.
“L-like what?” He wanted to stop Kibum so he could drive properly and keep his eyes focused, but at the same time he didn’t want the motions to stop because they just felt so damn good and he wanted so badly to just pull over and let Kibum blow him good and hard before they got back to his apartment. The mere memory of having Kibum’s mouth on him was doing nothing to help his decision to try to wait, but he also couldn’t stop thinking about it, didn’t want to stop.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He squeezed just a bit tighter while running his hand up the full length of Heechul’s fast-forming erection, closing completely around the tip before making the descent back to the base. “How about all the things we’re going to do when we finally make it home.”
Thankfully - or was it sadly? - the fingers let him go and slid up Heechul’s shirt, unbuttoning the lowest button and slowly moving up to undo the next one up, the next one. “I-I can’t drive properly with you-“ He broke off with a strangled grunt as the younger boy’s fingers abandoned the buttons and trailed delicately up his chest until he found a nipple and brushed across the already hard flesh. “F-fuck, Kibum.”
“Yes, fuck Kibum. He really liked it the first time.” The words were muffled slightly as Kibum’s head dipped down to the older boy’s chest to take over the act of teasing his nipple, now with his tongue and teeth, while his hand rested on Heechul’s thigh.
Desperately he tried to focus on the road, to keep his eyes trained on the cars around him and the traffic lights, but it was so difficult to keep his eyes open with how much he just wanted to close them and loll his head back and give in to the amazing feel of the other’s boys hands and mouth on his body - God, it had been so long since he’d been properly laid; before tonight, of course - but he knew he needed to keep all attention on getting home. A glance down showed Kibum’s hand holding Heechul’s shirt up, his face half hidden, and he could see the side of his jaw move as he opened his mouth to press his tongue against the hardened nipple before closing his lips around it again, and Heechul had to quickly glance up before he got too distracted.
Thankfully - oh, thankfully - he pulled into his parking space just below his apartment before Kibum could do anything but brush his fingertips across the tip of Heechul’s manhood, and before either of them knew what was happening, Heechul had climbed over the center console and straddled Kibum to the seat, wasting no time in pressing his lips against the younger boy’s again. Their mouths parted after only milliseconds of contact and tongues fought for dominance, neither one of them wanting to give in to the other and both wanting the other as many times as their bodies would allow this night.
Heechul gripped the sides of Kibum’s face, fingertips pressing into his cheeks, as he sucked lightly on the boy’s tongue, closing his lips around it and biting it gently, then crushing their mouths together once again. They both breathed heavily through their noses, neither wanting to part the kiss for air or admit defeat to the other, but Heechul quickly decided he needed to lose when Kibum’s hand once again found its way between his legs and a loud gasp left his throat. He’d forgotten his jeans were completely undone and that he was completely ready to have anything done to him, and Kibum’s hand would suffice beautifully.
Kibum pressed another kiss to Heechul’s lips, parting when Heechul let out a soft moan, and pressed their foreheads together. Their lips were a mere inch away, their breath mingling hotly between them as Kibum continued running his hand up over Heechul’s erection, up to the tip, down to the base, squeezing just a bit tighter on the way up, loosening on the way down, until Heechul was gripping Kibum’s shoulders and he started shaking. “F-fuck, K-Kibum, how did you g-get so good at this?” His breath hitched as his muscles tightened, his legs tightening around Kibum’s hips as he felt his climax drawing closer, and he bit his lip to suppress any sound that might come out.
“Years of being in a relationship with someone who’s far too good at sex for their own good,” Kibum replied, though Heechul barely heard him through the blood pounding in his ears. It only took a few more expert strokes to get Heechul to finish, covering Kibum’s hand and t-shirt in the white liquid, and he let his head fall back on his shoulders as his body relaxed. He watched as the younger boy removed his shirt, wiping his hand on it and cleaning Heechul off before throwing it in the back seat. “Is that all for tonight? You look tired.”
“Fuck you. You think that’s enough for me?” He leaned his forehead against Kibum’s again. “Because it’s not. You haven’t fucked me senseless yet. And after what I gave you in the bathroom, I expect that returned in full.” He kissed him again, long and hard, not doing so well in catching his breath, but he didn’t really care about that just now. The boy sitting under him was amazing, and he wondered why he’d let his old friend date Kibum first. Why, oh why, hadn’t Heechul gotten there first? He found himself sighing as their kiss broke, thinking of what he and Kibum could have done in the last four years instead of letting Yesung run off with Kibum only to hurt him so much, and instead of Heechul working during the day and clubbing at night in hopes of finding someone to replace Kibum with.
“I know I’m a wonderful kisser and all, but a sigh like that?” Kibum laughed softly. “Not something I hear very often.”
Heechul pressed his chest and half-unbuttoned shirt against Kibum’s torso, grinding their hips together roughly as he leaned in to speak directly into Kibum’s ear. “I’m going to change that tonight.” He reached between them and zipped his pants back up, opening the door and climbing out and pulling Kibum out after him. He started guiding the younger boy up the stairs to his apartment, moving as quickly as possible before he and Kibum tried anything else in a place where people could see them, hoping that Kibum’s hands up his shirt would be the only thing the neighbors would have to see. “Almost there,” he muttered as he took the last step and eyed his apartment three doors down, saying it more for his own sake than for Kibum’s since the younger boy seemed too preoccupied with unbuttoning the last button on his shirt and attempting to pull it off. One arm of the shirt was worked down his arm and was now hanging off the other shoulder by the time they reached his door, and Kibum’s palms were now pressed on his abdomen, pulling their bodies together as Heechul pulled his keys out of his jeans and put the proper one in the lock. Kibum pushed him against the door as he worked the key, grinding his hips against Heechul’s thighs, and it was practically a miracle Heechul could still move his hand with Kibum’s painfully obvious arousal pressed against his legs.
The door swung open and they both stumbled into the apartment, nearly tripping over each other’s legs before steadying themselves and laughing. Kibum still held Heechul around his waist, and Heechul turned in his arms to look the other in they eyes, seeing the smile on his face and in his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair as he leaned in to kiss his forehead and felt Kibum’s hand slide around his neck and pull him close to press another kiss to his lips. It wasn’t as forceful this time, not as dominating or battle-worthy; it was a deep kiss, their tongues caressing the other’s, teeth biting lips gently, a soft whimper from Kibum as the hand behind Heechul’s neck became a pair of arms holding them close. Heechul didn’t know how long they stood in his living room kissing, slowly taking the rest of his shirt off and dropping it to the ground, but it felt like it was all too soon they broke apart for air.
“You get the door and lock it, I’ll go start the shower,” Heechul said against his lips and watched Kibum nod. Reluctantly they let each other go and walked to opposite sides of the apartment, Heechul disappearing around the corner to make his way into the bathroom while Kibum slowly shut the door.
Heechul opened the bathroom door and turned on the light, turning the water on to a warm setting and starting the shower, but he decided to wait for Kibum to be here to finish getting undressed. He hefted himself up on to the counter by the sink and closed his eyes, thinking about Kibum’s hands on his body and how much he always wanted them there. His fingers running up his thighs, tongue on his neck, lips on his chest. The thought of it alone was enough to send his hand drifting over the front of his jeans, mimicking Kibum’s earlier actions in the car and massaging himself through the denim and groaning softly.
“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”
He opened his eyes and saw Kibum reaching out to touch his knees and open them, moving to stand between them.
“Don’t worry, I’m here now,” he said teasingly as he leaned in to kiss Heechul yet again, one hand winding around his neck again while the other pushed Heechul’s hand out of the way and took over where he’d left off. His fingers made quick work of the fastenings on Heechul’s pants again, and Heechul lifted his hips so Kibum could pull them down his legs, over his knees, and off his ankles. As the fabric hit the tile floor, Heechul locked his legs behind Kibum’s back, pulling him in closer until the younger boy’s thighs met with the countertop, their lips never breaking contact. The fingers of Kibum’s free hand held tightly to Heechul’s leg as he pressed deeper into the kiss, pulling them closer, closer, until it felt like Kibum was trying to completely merge their lips together.
Heechul pulled back for breath and Kibum wasted no time in moving his kisses down Heechul’s cheek to his neck, tilting his face to kiss just under his chin, and Heechul stretched his neck to allow Kibum more access. “Wh-what about the shower?”
“What about it?”
“Just wondering. So-” His next thought was interrupted by a tune suddenly sounding throughout the bathroom, echoing off the tiles, and his attention was distracted. “What’s that?”
“My phone,” Kibum said, never removing his lips from Heechul’s neck. “Yesung wondering where I am, probably.” Heechul could feel him smirk against his neck. “If I’m not home before him, he wants to know where I am. A façade to make me think he still cares.”
An idea formed in Heechul’s mind, and with a smirk he reached down into Kibum’s pants, searching the front pockets for the phone, moving to the back when he didn’t find it. It was in one of the back ones. He pulled it out and flipped it open. “Hello?”
A long pause greeted his words, and he was getting ready to ask again but Yesung finally decided to speak. “Kibum?”
Heechul glanced at the top of Kibum’s who was now nuzzling his neck, tongue and teeth at work on the flesh, and smiled. “He’s preoccupied right now.”
“Who is this?” Yesung demanded in a hard voice.
“Why, Yesung, I’m offended you don’t remember me.” He threaded his fingers through Kibum’s hair, pulling gently on the ends before dropping his hand to the younger boy’s shoulder, tracing circles down his arm.
“Quit fucking around. Who is this?”
“Heechul, just hang up,” Kibum said impatiently, lifting his head up to meet Heechul’s lips once again, and Heechul knew it wasn’t an accident he’d spoken directly into the phone’s speaker. “He can wait until we’re done.” He took the phone out of Heechul’s grasp and shut it, tossing it to the floor and quickly resuming the oral assault on Heechul’s body.
“Not fair, you’re still in your pants,” Heechul whispered in his ear, arching slightly as Kibum took his erection once more in his hand. “I want you out of them before we make it back to my bed.”
“So no shower?”
“Fuck the shower. Pants off.”
“Better get them off me then.” Kibum smirked and stepped away from Heechul, taking away the close body heat that had been there and leaving Heechul exposed to the slightly colder steam the hot water from the shower was making.
Heechul stared at the boy smiling slyly back at him, a grin growing on his face as Kibum tilted his hips to the side, shifting his weight onto his other leg, enticing Heechul to get down off the counter and do something about the jeans problem. Heechul had other plans. He lifted his legs, hooking his toes around the belt loops on the younger boy’s jeans, and gave them a quick tug, feeling them slide down his hips a few inches. Kibum swayed his hips gently between Heechul’s feet, and Heechul pulled harder until the dark denim dropped to the floor and Kibum stepped out of them.
“Took you long enough,” he said, brushing his fingers up Heechul’s calves, walking forward as he moved his hands up his thighs, over his hips, until they were circled around his waist and their bodies were once again pressed together. “I almost thought you expected me to stay in them all night.”
“Fuck no,” Heechul whispered, twining his fingers in Kibum’s hair and brushing their lips together, barely touching, biting softly at his upper lip before kissing the tip of his nose. “Better hurry into the bedroom, though. Don’t know how much longer I can wait for this.” He grinned and slid off the counter, pressing their torsos together and pulling Kibum awkwardly along with him, pressing kiss after kiss to his neck while maneuvering into the bedroom. They almost made it to the bed before they dropped to their knees, but they actually wound up on the floor by the bed, hands tangled in the other’s hair, lips meshed together in a frenzy of tongues and teeth and whimpers, and Heechul loved it all. As they broke apart and Kibum pushed Heechul’s head down, as Heechul dropped into a sitting position, legs on either side of Kibum’s knees, as Heechul slowly trailed his fingers over the protruding hip bones and down the side of his legs, he wondered why Kibum’s wasn’t his and if he would consider being his.
Kibum hissed sharply as Heechul kissed a path up his erection, tongue darting out to curl around him, moving slowly up until he reached the tip and closed his mouth over it, sucking on him as he took him in more, more, further, until he could take no more. He heard Kibum moan as he started pulling away, still sucking, still swirling his tongue around, grazing his teeth on the underside; a soft gasp as he went back in, quicker, parting his lips to let Kibum watch him lick the hot flesh before pulling away. It only took a short time to get Kibum to jerk into his mouth and for Heechul to pull completely away. “You can’t finish without me.”
“Then you should have been jacking off while blowing me,” he replied breathlessly, and Heechul could see that he was trying to be sarcastic but that, underneath, he actually meant it. “You and your fucking mouth. You were always great with your tongue.” He leaned down to kiss Heechul hard on the mouth while lowering himself to the floor, sitting between Heechul’s legs. “Got lube?”
Heechul nodded, smirking against Kibum’s lips. “Always. It’s called spit.”
Kibum laughed and nodded. “However you want it.”
Heechul got up on his knees and, with the guidance of Kibum, slowly lowered himself onto the other’s stiff erection, biting his lip at the sensation. Of course he’d had sex before, but not in quite a while. He gasped shallowly as Kibum jerked sharply up, pulling Heechul down completely onto him, moving past all pretenses of being gentle. Heechul waited half a second, adjusting to the feel of having Kibum inside him, then rolled his hips forward, bracing himself on Kibum’s shoulders. “I already like having you on top.”
“I’m not on top,” he replied, moving his hips in time with Heechul’s before pushing the older boy over and falling on top of him. “But now I am.” He lifted one of Heechul’s legs and Heechul followed what he was asking, wrapping his legs around the strong body above him. Kibum pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in all the way, deep and hard, and Heechul couldn’t help but cry out at the sensation of being filled so completely. Another thrust angled differently this time had Heechul closing his eyes and gasping. It wasn’t going to take long at all for them to finish, not with how turned on Kibum was and with how perfectly Kibum was hitting him inside. Heechul reached down between them, taking his erection in his hand and pumping himself in a staggering rhythm that attempted to match Kibum’s but failed. Kibum leaned down to press a kiss to Heechul’s nipple, fondling it with his teeth before thrusting hard, and Heechul stroked himself faster, moaning at the overwhelming pleasure that filled his body.
Kibum pushed himself all the way in, as far as he could go, hips jerking as he came hard inside Heechul, keeping himself buried deep as his orgasm racked his body, and Heechul kept moving up and down his length, squeezing tighter until he finished as well, once more covering Kibum’s chest in the white liquid. He kept stroking himself until his body finished twitching and he and Kibum fell completely limp on the floor.
“How about that shower?” Kibum asked after a moment of breathing heavily into Heechul’s neck.
“How about calling Yesung back?”
Kibum laughed and smiled. “What should I tell him?”
“That you hate him. That you picked the wrong person back in high school and you mean to choose me.” He kissed him again, deeply, trying to convey how much he’d fallen in love with him all over again, how much he missed him these last few years, how he wished he’d never let him go to the likes of Yesung, how much he wanted so desperately to make up for the years of Hell he went through with Yesung. He wanted to convey it all. “That you’re going to leave him for me so I can take care of you.”
Kibum looked into his eyes, breathing through parted lips, and the smile grew. “You always did have the best ideas.”
Heechul grinned back and decided that he’d pester Kibum about how shitty their relationship had gotten later, after the phone call, maybe while they were in the shower. “I know. Now, where’s your phone?”
Heechul suppressed any noise he was tempted to make and put the car in reverse, hoping Kibum would be able to wait until they got back to his apartment to continue what had started - and finished - in the bathroom, but he was hoping in vain. The breath never left, coming softly on his jaw line, and before he even had his car back on the road, Kibum’s mouth had once again made contact with his neck. He decided that the kissing would be okay. He liked kissing, and it certainly felt good to have someone landing them all over his neck, under his chin, around to the other side of his neck - Kibum was now leaning across the center console to continue the kisses to Heechul’s other ear and Heechul was attempting to drive with one hand - and to his collarbone. The kissing and hickies would be just fine.
It was when Kibum’s hand rested on Heechul’s stomach that he started getting worried. The fingertips were pressing against the fabric, making slow circles in what probably would have been relaxing if Heechul hadn’t been driving, and they slowly, oh so slowly, drifted lower until they were at his jeans. Lower his hand went, over the front of the denim until it was settled at Heechul’s crotch, fingers continuing to massage, and Heechul barely contained his moan as he felt himself getting harder in this boy’s apparently magic fingers. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this aroused, so aroused it was almost painful, and Kibum seemed to know exactly how to get him to that point with little effort. He cleared his throat loudly in hopes it would distract Kibum from turning Heechul on.
“A-ah, so tell me what happened between you and Yesung.” It was the only thing that could come to his overloaded brain, and it was apparently not the time to say anything about it because Kibum’s hand gripped him tighter, painfully, until Heechul let out a sharp gasp.
“Why talk about him,” his voice sounded from the crook of Heechul’s neck where he was busy licking one of the marks he’d left not a minute before, “when there are so many other things we can talk about?” His hand loosened its grip and moved up, unbuttoning and unzipping quicker than Heechul anticipated, and before he knew it he was exposed to the air of the car and to Kibum’s teasing fingers circling him again.
“L-like what?” He wanted to stop Kibum so he could drive properly and keep his eyes focused, but at the same time he didn’t want the motions to stop because they just felt so damn good and he wanted so badly to just pull over and let Kibum blow him good and hard before they got back to his apartment. The mere memory of having Kibum’s mouth on him was doing nothing to help his decision to try to wait, but he also couldn’t stop thinking about it, didn’t want to stop.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He squeezed just a bit tighter while running his hand up the full length of Heechul’s fast-forming erection, closing completely around the tip before making the descent back to the base. “How about all the things we’re going to do when we finally make it home.”
Thankfully - or was it sadly? - the fingers let him go and slid up Heechul’s shirt, unbuttoning the lowest button and slowly moving up to undo the next one up, the next one. “I-I can’t drive properly with you-“ He broke off with a strangled grunt as the younger boy’s fingers abandoned the buttons and trailed delicately up his chest until he found a nipple and brushed across the already hard flesh. “F-fuck, Kibum.”
“Yes, fuck Kibum. He really liked it the first time.” The words were muffled slightly as Kibum’s head dipped down to the older boy’s chest to take over the act of teasing his nipple, now with his tongue and teeth, while his hand rested on Heechul’s thigh.
Desperately he tried to focus on the road, to keep his eyes trained on the cars around him and the traffic lights, but it was so difficult to keep his eyes open with how much he just wanted to close them and loll his head back and give in to the amazing feel of the other’s boys hands and mouth on his body - God, it had been so long since he’d been properly laid; before tonight, of course - but he knew he needed to keep all attention on getting home. A glance down showed Kibum’s hand holding Heechul’s shirt up, his face half hidden, and he could see the side of his jaw move as he opened his mouth to press his tongue against the hardened nipple before closing his lips around it again, and Heechul had to quickly glance up before he got too distracted.
Thankfully - oh, thankfully - he pulled into his parking space just below his apartment before Kibum could do anything but brush his fingertips across the tip of Heechul’s manhood, and before either of them knew what was happening, Heechul had climbed over the center console and straddled Kibum to the seat, wasting no time in pressing his lips against the younger boy’s again. Their mouths parted after only milliseconds of contact and tongues fought for dominance, neither one of them wanting to give in to the other and both wanting the other as many times as their bodies would allow this night.
Heechul gripped the sides of Kibum’s face, fingertips pressing into his cheeks, as he sucked lightly on the boy’s tongue, closing his lips around it and biting it gently, then crushing their mouths together once again. They both breathed heavily through their noses, neither wanting to part the kiss for air or admit defeat to the other, but Heechul quickly decided he needed to lose when Kibum’s hand once again found its way between his legs and a loud gasp left his throat. He’d forgotten his jeans were completely undone and that he was completely ready to have anything done to him, and Kibum’s hand would suffice beautifully.
Kibum pressed another kiss to Heechul’s lips, parting when Heechul let out a soft moan, and pressed their foreheads together. Their lips were a mere inch away, their breath mingling hotly between them as Kibum continued running his hand up over Heechul’s erection, up to the tip, down to the base, squeezing just a bit tighter on the way up, loosening on the way down, until Heechul was gripping Kibum’s shoulders and he started shaking. “F-fuck, K-Kibum, how did you g-get so good at this?” His breath hitched as his muscles tightened, his legs tightening around Kibum’s hips as he felt his climax drawing closer, and he bit his lip to suppress any sound that might come out.
“Years of being in a relationship with someone who’s far too good at sex for their own good,” Kibum replied, though Heechul barely heard him through the blood pounding in his ears. It only took a few more expert strokes to get Heechul to finish, covering Kibum’s hand and t-shirt in the white liquid, and he let his head fall back on his shoulders as his body relaxed. He watched as the younger boy removed his shirt, wiping his hand on it and cleaning Heechul off before throwing it in the back seat. “Is that all for tonight? You look tired.”
“Fuck you. You think that’s enough for me?” He leaned his forehead against Kibum’s again. “Because it’s not. You haven’t fucked me senseless yet. And after what I gave you in the bathroom, I expect that returned in full.” He kissed him again, long and hard, not doing so well in catching his breath, but he didn’t really care about that just now. The boy sitting under him was amazing, and he wondered why he’d let his old friend date Kibum first. Why, oh why, hadn’t Heechul gotten there first? He found himself sighing as their kiss broke, thinking of what he and Kibum could have done in the last four years instead of letting Yesung run off with Kibum only to hurt him so much, and instead of Heechul working during the day and clubbing at night in hopes of finding someone to replace Kibum with.
“I know I’m a wonderful kisser and all, but a sigh like that?” Kibum laughed softly. “Not something I hear very often.”
Heechul pressed his chest and half-unbuttoned shirt against Kibum’s torso, grinding their hips together roughly as he leaned in to speak directly into Kibum’s ear. “I’m going to change that tonight.” He reached between them and zipped his pants back up, opening the door and climbing out and pulling Kibum out after him. He started guiding the younger boy up the stairs to his apartment, moving as quickly as possible before he and Kibum tried anything else in a place where people could see them, hoping that Kibum’s hands up his shirt would be the only thing the neighbors would have to see. “Almost there,” he muttered as he took the last step and eyed his apartment three doors down, saying it more for his own sake than for Kibum’s since the younger boy seemed too preoccupied with unbuttoning the last button on his shirt and attempting to pull it off. One arm of the shirt was worked down his arm and was now hanging off the other shoulder by the time they reached his door, and Kibum’s palms were now pressed on his abdomen, pulling their bodies together as Heechul pulled his keys out of his jeans and put the proper one in the lock. Kibum pushed him against the door as he worked the key, grinding his hips against Heechul’s thighs, and it was practically a miracle Heechul could still move his hand with Kibum’s painfully obvious arousal pressed against his legs.
The door swung open and they both stumbled into the apartment, nearly tripping over each other’s legs before steadying themselves and laughing. Kibum still held Heechul around his waist, and Heechul turned in his arms to look the other in they eyes, seeing the smile on his face and in his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair as he leaned in to kiss his forehead and felt Kibum’s hand slide around his neck and pull him close to press another kiss to his lips. It wasn’t as forceful this time, not as dominating or battle-worthy; it was a deep kiss, their tongues caressing the other’s, teeth biting lips gently, a soft whimper from Kibum as the hand behind Heechul’s neck became a pair of arms holding them close. Heechul didn’t know how long they stood in his living room kissing, slowly taking the rest of his shirt off and dropping it to the ground, but it felt like it was all too soon they broke apart for air.
“You get the door and lock it, I’ll go start the shower,” Heechul said against his lips and watched Kibum nod. Reluctantly they let each other go and walked to opposite sides of the apartment, Heechul disappearing around the corner to make his way into the bathroom while Kibum slowly shut the door.
Heechul opened the bathroom door and turned on the light, turning the water on to a warm setting and starting the shower, but he decided to wait for Kibum to be here to finish getting undressed. He hefted himself up on to the counter by the sink and closed his eyes, thinking about Kibum’s hands on his body and how much he always wanted them there. His fingers running up his thighs, tongue on his neck, lips on his chest. The thought of it alone was enough to send his hand drifting over the front of his jeans, mimicking Kibum’s earlier actions in the car and massaging himself through the denim and groaning softly.
“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”
He opened his eyes and saw Kibum reaching out to touch his knees and open them, moving to stand between them.
“Don’t worry, I’m here now,” he said teasingly as he leaned in to kiss Heechul yet again, one hand winding around his neck again while the other pushed Heechul’s hand out of the way and took over where he’d left off. His fingers made quick work of the fastenings on Heechul’s pants again, and Heechul lifted his hips so Kibum could pull them down his legs, over his knees, and off his ankles. As the fabric hit the tile floor, Heechul locked his legs behind Kibum’s back, pulling him in closer until the younger boy’s thighs met with the countertop, their lips never breaking contact. The fingers of Kibum’s free hand held tightly to Heechul’s leg as he pressed deeper into the kiss, pulling them closer, closer, until it felt like Kibum was trying to completely merge their lips together.
Heechul pulled back for breath and Kibum wasted no time in moving his kisses down Heechul’s cheek to his neck, tilting his face to kiss just under his chin, and Heechul stretched his neck to allow Kibum more access. “Wh-what about the shower?”
“What about it?”
“Just wondering. So-” His next thought was interrupted by a tune suddenly sounding throughout the bathroom, echoing off the tiles, and his attention was distracted. “What’s that?”
“My phone,” Kibum said, never removing his lips from Heechul’s neck. “Yesung wondering where I am, probably.” Heechul could feel him smirk against his neck. “If I’m not home before him, he wants to know where I am. A façade to make me think he still cares.”
An idea formed in Heechul’s mind, and with a smirk he reached down into Kibum’s pants, searching the front pockets for the phone, moving to the back when he didn’t find it. It was in one of the back ones. He pulled it out and flipped it open. “Hello?”
A long pause greeted his words, and he was getting ready to ask again but Yesung finally decided to speak. “Kibum?”
Heechul glanced at the top of Kibum’s who was now nuzzling his neck, tongue and teeth at work on the flesh, and smiled. “He’s preoccupied right now.”
“Who is this?” Yesung demanded in a hard voice.
“Why, Yesung, I’m offended you don’t remember me.” He threaded his fingers through Kibum’s hair, pulling gently on the ends before dropping his hand to the younger boy’s shoulder, tracing circles down his arm.
“Quit fucking around. Who is this?”
“Heechul, just hang up,” Kibum said impatiently, lifting his head up to meet Heechul’s lips once again, and Heechul knew it wasn’t an accident he’d spoken directly into the phone’s speaker. “He can wait until we’re done.” He took the phone out of Heechul’s grasp and shut it, tossing it to the floor and quickly resuming the oral assault on Heechul’s body.
“Not fair, you’re still in your pants,” Heechul whispered in his ear, arching slightly as Kibum took his erection once more in his hand. “I want you out of them before we make it back to my bed.”
“So no shower?”
“Fuck the shower. Pants off.”
“Better get them off me then.” Kibum smirked and stepped away from Heechul, taking away the close body heat that had been there and leaving Heechul exposed to the slightly colder steam the hot water from the shower was making.
Heechul stared at the boy smiling slyly back at him, a grin growing on his face as Kibum tilted his hips to the side, shifting his weight onto his other leg, enticing Heechul to get down off the counter and do something about the jeans problem. Heechul had other plans. He lifted his legs, hooking his toes around the belt loops on the younger boy’s jeans, and gave them a quick tug, feeling them slide down his hips a few inches. Kibum swayed his hips gently between Heechul’s feet, and Heechul pulled harder until the dark denim dropped to the floor and Kibum stepped out of them.
“Took you long enough,” he said, brushing his fingers up Heechul’s calves, walking forward as he moved his hands up his thighs, over his hips, until they were circled around his waist and their bodies were once again pressed together. “I almost thought you expected me to stay in them all night.”
“Fuck no,” Heechul whispered, twining his fingers in Kibum’s hair and brushing their lips together, barely touching, biting softly at his upper lip before kissing the tip of his nose. “Better hurry into the bedroom, though. Don’t know how much longer I can wait for this.” He grinned and slid off the counter, pressing their torsos together and pulling Kibum awkwardly along with him, pressing kiss after kiss to his neck while maneuvering into the bedroom. They almost made it to the bed before they dropped to their knees, but they actually wound up on the floor by the bed, hands tangled in the other’s hair, lips meshed together in a frenzy of tongues and teeth and whimpers, and Heechul loved it all. As they broke apart and Kibum pushed Heechul’s head down, as Heechul dropped into a sitting position, legs on either side of Kibum’s knees, as Heechul slowly trailed his fingers over the protruding hip bones and down the side of his legs, he wondered why Kibum’s wasn’t his and if he would consider being his.
Kibum hissed sharply as Heechul kissed a path up his erection, tongue darting out to curl around him, moving slowly up until he reached the tip and closed his mouth over it, sucking on him as he took him in more, more, further, until he could take no more. He heard Kibum moan as he started pulling away, still sucking, still swirling his tongue around, grazing his teeth on the underside; a soft gasp as he went back in, quicker, parting his lips to let Kibum watch him lick the hot flesh before pulling away. It only took a short time to get Kibum to jerk into his mouth and for Heechul to pull completely away. “You can’t finish without me.”
“Then you should have been jacking off while blowing me,” he replied breathlessly, and Heechul could see that he was trying to be sarcastic but that, underneath, he actually meant it. “You and your fucking mouth. You were always great with your tongue.” He leaned down to kiss Heechul hard on the mouth while lowering himself to the floor, sitting between Heechul’s legs. “Got lube?”
Heechul nodded, smirking against Kibum’s lips. “Always. It’s called spit.”
Kibum laughed and nodded. “However you want it.”
Heechul got up on his knees and, with the guidance of Kibum, slowly lowered himself onto the other’s stiff erection, biting his lip at the sensation. Of course he’d had sex before, but not in quite a while. He gasped shallowly as Kibum jerked sharply up, pulling Heechul down completely onto him, moving past all pretenses of being gentle. Heechul waited half a second, adjusting to the feel of having Kibum inside him, then rolled his hips forward, bracing himself on Kibum’s shoulders. “I already like having you on top.”
“I’m not on top,” he replied, moving his hips in time with Heechul’s before pushing the older boy over and falling on top of him. “But now I am.” He lifted one of Heechul’s legs and Heechul followed what he was asking, wrapping his legs around the strong body above him. Kibum pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in all the way, deep and hard, and Heechul couldn’t help but cry out at the sensation of being filled so completely. Another thrust angled differently this time had Heechul closing his eyes and gasping. It wasn’t going to take long at all for them to finish, not with how turned on Kibum was and with how perfectly Kibum was hitting him inside. Heechul reached down between them, taking his erection in his hand and pumping himself in a staggering rhythm that attempted to match Kibum’s but failed. Kibum leaned down to press a kiss to Heechul’s nipple, fondling it with his teeth before thrusting hard, and Heechul stroked himself faster, moaning at the overwhelming pleasure that filled his body.
Kibum pushed himself all the way in, as far as he could go, hips jerking as he came hard inside Heechul, keeping himself buried deep as his orgasm racked his body, and Heechul kept moving up and down his length, squeezing tighter until he finished as well, once more covering Kibum’s chest in the white liquid. He kept stroking himself until his body finished twitching and he and Kibum fell completely limp on the floor.
“How about that shower?” Kibum asked after a moment of breathing heavily into Heechul’s neck.
“How about calling Yesung back?”
Kibum laughed and smiled. “What should I tell him?”
“That you hate him. That you picked the wrong person back in high school and you mean to choose me.” He kissed him again, deeply, trying to convey how much he’d fallen in love with him all over again, how much he missed him these last few years, how he wished he’d never let him go to the likes of Yesung, how much he wanted so desperately to make up for the years of Hell he went through with Yesung. He wanted to convey it all. “That you’re going to leave him for me so I can take care of you.”
Kibum looked into his eyes, breathing through parted lips, and the smile grew. “You always did have the best ideas.”
Heechul grinned back and decided that he’d pester Kibum about how shitty their relationship had gotten later, after the phone call, maybe while they were in the shower. “I know. Now, where’s your phone?”