Fic : Gimme an H!!
Title: Gimme an H!
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, crossdressing, roleplaying, blowjob, lapdance
Words: 2,646
Summary: Hankyung gets himself ino that skirt
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 015 : Lick ( my archive)
Authors Notes: Is the sequel to my fic : Wooing Women, not imperitive o read first, BUT it does explan why Hankyung is crossdressing in the first place ^_^
Heechul's name in Hangul is 희철 btw, for reference in the fic ^_^
Dedicated to
tehwook for encouraging me to write a sequel in the first place by being an awesome commenter XDD and a shout out to
beililee for inspiring me to make him a cheerleader and
stevenghost for keeping me going by looking forward to reading. ♥♥♥
and BIG BIG GIANT LOVES to
vix_4711 for being an absolute sweetheart and betaing this for me, LOVE YOU BB!! ♥♥♥♥♥
"Heechul, do I really have to wear this?" came the muffled complaint of Hankyung from behind the bathroom door.
"It's rather short and tight and embarrassing, where did you even get it?" The incredulity in his tone travelled through the wood and made Heechul smirk. Hankyung should know by now that he had his ways and they weren't to be questioned; like the mafia, although prettier and slightly less bodybag-ish, but he wouldn't publicise that - the threat was always nice to keep annoying people in line.
"Yes, you have to wear it. Because I am brilliant and you love me and you offered." Heechul singsong-ed, knowing full well that he was in the right and that Hankyung wouldn't have even gone in the bathroom to get changed if he was truly unwilling to wear it.
"Now stop being a girl and get your arse out here where I can see it." Sitting on the bed regal fashion, Heechul pointed commandingly even though Hankyung couldn't see him yet.
"That sort of defeats the point, doesn't it..." Hankyung griped as he slouched into the bedroom, valiantly trying to pout in disapproval while battling a blooming smirk at his own witticism.
He was a picture to say the least, tight v-neck top stretched across his broad chest, cut short to flash his less than feminine midriff above the scandalously short pleated skirt Heechul had chosen specifically for the way it would offer glimpses of underwear as he moved and finished off with some very cute white bobby socks after the long gorgeous expanse of shapely leg.
"Now, aren't you a pretty thing," Heechul stated breathily at the sight, more than a hint of a leer perverting his features.
"Why thank you, good sir." Willing to play along for now as he batted his eyelashes back towards the man on the bed, Hankyung curtseyed daintily, but paused when he caught his first proper look at Heechul.
The other man was in the most bizarre get up, even for him, off set even more by the way he seemed completely oblivious to his own attire. He appeared to be wearing only an oversized American football shirt, positively swimming it in with his small frame and lack of usual sporting padding, though Hankyung was sure he'd look no less strange with it and had to suppress a giggle at the thought of Heechul all bulky and padded out wobbling around with all the extra weight.
No less bizarre was the black face paint smeared artfully under each eye and he was rather impressed at the amount of preparation Heechul must've put into all this so he least he could do was put some effort into it.
"Now give me a cheer." Heechul tossed over pom-poms that Hankyung hadn't seen, because Heechul was so attention-demanding whatever he was wearing, or, preferably, not wearing.
"Yes, my liege."
"I'm not a king, silly," Though the wave of his hand that dismissed this statement could have fooled Hankyung, "I’m the football captain, the hunk of the school and you're a slutty cheerleader that would do anything to get into my well-filled pants. So get cheering."
Well if he was going to do this, he was going to do this with his all, so Hankyung launched himself into an energetic bouncy routine with plenty of pep, very much aware of the shock on Heechul's face as he started spelling his name complete with body lettering, fully making use of every modicum of flexibility he possessed, curving himself to fit the english letters with verve and imagination.
And then to finish off his act, he does the Hangul as well, turning around to write it in the air with his arse as he's seen on TV programs as a punishment to embarrass unlucky guests, but here it isn't shameful. He can feel the way Heechul's hot gaze is following the movement and he dances and shimmies his way around the characters, skirt flying up with the air as he dips around the circle, or down the vertical lines, flashing the silky black knickers that Heechul insisted should be that colour because "slutty girls wear black."
Adopting what he hoped was a coy and alluring air, Hankyung looked back over his shoulder, back still arched to accentuate his arse as he affected a seductive tone,
"Enjoying the show?"
"Most definitely, only..." and at this Heechul lent back on his hands exposing more of his bare legs as the shirt rode up to barely brushing his thighs, "you're so far away, maybe if you gave me a closer look I could fully appreciate your performance."
A sultry smile graced his face, as Hankyung fully embraced the role play and sauntered closer, a supine feminine air added to his stride, swinging his hips and lightening his steps until he was a mere hair's breath away from his audience of one.
The way he slid and dipped around Heechul's body once he began his seduction was jaw-droppingly fluid, his form a wave of movement as he danced yet never touched, just stayed tantalizingly close. Heechul could've stuck out his tongue and touched a lean thigh or a sharp collarbone should he have so wished and so tempting it was too, a light sheen glistening on the bronzed skin just begging to be tasted, but to interrupt the performance would be a travesty of pure art.
However, the glimpses of black lace trimming clinging to round curves were fast becoming maddening, his fingers twitching desperately as he fought not to slip them beneath the flimsy material and end this supremely rare tantalizing display of sensuality he was witnessing.
The very moment Hankyung straddled his lap fully, his rhythm faltered at the accidental brush of a straining erection against Heechul's stomach - the first real contact between them that evening - and Heechul was pulling the other man down for a hungry kiss.
Hankyung was arching now, adhering himself to Heechul from chest to groin, his legs squeezing eagerly either side of the other man's lap as he rocked unabashedly against him.
So lost in his role was he, that Hankyung uttered a small whimper as Heechul pulled away, which would surely have mortified him in his right mind, but the older man only smirked fondly in response, mutely overjoyed to have his lover in such a state of mind.
"Such a horny little cheerleader you are," he purred, one hand sliding up a sleek thigh, stroking the soft flesh, full of unspoken promise and licentious tease, drawing a pleased shudder from his faux-female. Enough of a distraction to flip them over to put him on top, a move Hankyung was sure that Heechul was incapable of making.
Without pause enough for Hankyung to catch his wits, Heechul's hands were returning to their rightful place under his skirt, idly tracing fingers up the prominent outline of the silk clad cock, humming in appreciation as skin touched taut skin where he protruded past the waistband. He was more than aware that every molecule of Hankyung's body was willing him to stop teasing, despite the lack of verbal insistence, because he knew of course not to court Heechul’s contrary nature and risk some serious denial for far longer than was comfortable.
"Awwww, look, you've gone and ruined your knickers. Looks like we'll have to take them off." Heechul made sure to fake plenty of fumbling finger slips to slide the fabric across Hankyung's sensitised genitals to the greatest effect before he finally removed them. Only later would Hankyung realise they had not been removed completely, but left to dangle from one socked ankle, truly like some juvenile, rushed attempt at sex between classes.
Except Heechul was no inept teenager, every touch, every stroke calculated to perfection as he lifted Hankyung’s leg over his shoulder, turning his head to lick a jagged stripe along the inside of his thigh, not once breaking eye contact with his victim. It was so feral the way a smirk curved Heechul's mouth and Hankyung wouldn't have been wholly surprised if fangs had glinted between those rosy lips and he'd sunk sharp teeth into his soft flesh, but a flash of devilish mirth and he was disappearing from view, beneath his skirt and the prone man tensed in anticipation.
The first touch of tongue to his penis, though expected, was none the less delightfully heavenly, a warm, wet reprieve to his aching need for contact. The strong swipes of that flexible muscle make him want to come undone, to freeze this moment of pure happiness not only for the pleasure, but because it's Heechul sharing it with him. That it was Heechul he had dressed like this for and that he was clearly enjoying it if the fervour with which he was sucking Hankyung's erection into his mouth was an indication, the sense of urgency underlying the slow sucking apparent to Hankyung's trained mind.
It was certainly a surreal experience to be dressed as a cheerleader sprawled wantonly on the bed having just given his lover a skit and lap dance and to now have Heechul's face buried in his crotch, hidden from view by the skirt, swimming purely in sensation as Heechul demonstrated his immeasurable skill, and no doubt smearing black face paint all over his nether-regions in the process.
Hankyung couldn't hold it anymore, hands snaking down that hunched body, Heechul's gorgeously slim figure curving his arse into the air as he was bent down to so skilfully suck Hankyung off. It was only now that he noticed that Heechul wasn't in fact naked from the waist down like his bare legs had suggested, nor was their a small pair of underwear concealed by the shirt, as Hankyung's fingers brushed straps curving around those bared buttocks.
Well, curiosity killed the cat, or interrupted the blowjob rather, as Hankyung was far too intrigued by his questing fingers' new discovery to stop himself exclaiming,
"What the hell are you wearing?!!"
"A jockstrap." Heechul stated, surprisingly matter-of-factly for someone looking so thoroughly debauched. His black face paint was now smeared messily across his face creating an air of marine-in-action, although Hankyung severely doubted that any marines were this delectable, and lips looking oh so tempting, all flushed and shiny with saliva and other much more dirty things that he couldn’t help but twitch at the thought of.
Of course, Heechul being who he was had gone into snark-mode, sitting back on his haunches to display the strange piece of clothing better.
"Football players are all gay, clearly, just look at this underwear." He embellished with a lovely game-show-assistant hand motion, like Hankyung didn't know exactly what he was talking about. Before turning to display the backside of the garment - or lack thereof, the younger man noted with relish as Heechul's posterior was framed so temptingly for his perusal, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Looking back over his shoulder Heechul was very obviously pleased at Hankyung's reaction.
"It's so obviously designed for easy access." He finished, curling his tongue around the words with such exaggerated intent that Hankyung was hypnotised in rapt attention, distracting him enough for his hand to fly to slender hips as Heechul had scooted back and was moving suggestively against him.
"Wouldn't it be a shame not to make use of it?" As Heechul lifted his hips to sink down on Hankyung's erection, he felt himself get impossibly harder, not only due to that warm welcoming heat squeezing around him, but at the thought of Heechul preparing himself, alone in the bedroom, awkwardly scissoring his own fingers inside himself in preparation for Hankyung's costumed entrance.
If he thought the feeling was intense before, that was nothing compared to the sweet sensations of smooth slickness battling against natural friction as Heechul began to move. That flexing ring of muscle, as contrary as the sharp man himself, clutching him, stroking sensitive nerves as it was pulled up and down his cock.
Heechul was facing forwards now, head bowed and hair falling to conceal undoubtedly parted lips and fluttering eyelids. His hands had fallen to brace himself against Hankyung's outstretched legs as his spine flowed in supine curves, such beauty in such a base, carnal, act.
All pretence of role playing had left them now, both oblivious to the skirt hitched up around Hankyung's waist, the pants still dangling from one socked ankle and the shirt that Heechul still wore only lent a sensual tease, clinging to his contours as he rode him. Hankyung’s hands on his hips had the garment hitched higher than it's oversized nature would naturally fall, resting now just on top of the luscious curves giving him a perfect, mouth-watering view of where they connected.
And it wasn't enough, as sensual an experience as Heechul was making this, he wanted more, to possess the other man, to own him completely until he lost all coherency, all the more erotic because he knew no-one else would get to see him that way.
Heechul would never admit to the indignant squawk he let escape as Hankyung lifted him to fold his legs under himself, bringing them both upright to their knees before plunging back inside with abandon, putting himself firmly in control as he thrust in and up, drawing pleased gasps with every powerful impact inside him.
Heechul desperately needed to ground himself, as one hand freed him from dampened material confines to stroke him into frustrated insanity, too slowly to pull an orgasm from him, the other snaking under his shirt to splay hungry fingers up a heaving chest. Reaching one arm up over his shoulder, he clutched a fistful of hair, unable to do anything but moan as a tongue ventured out to lick greedily at his bared neck, so many sensations assaulting him at once that he was helpless in Hankyung's hold.
It's then that Hankyung moved his hand faster, twisting and curling his wrist with each stroke, the moans he was pulling from Heechul that he knows means he won't last long were absolute music to his ears, and he moves his tongue to the hollow under Heechul's ear, always so sensitive to his attentions.
The breathless keen of a sound that this pulls from his partner is like an aural orgasm and as the older man tightens around him Hankyung let's go, satisfied that Heechul is surrounded by him inside and out.
As he comes, dragging Heechul forcefully along with him, it isn't a flash of white or sparks of colour as is so often described, the world does not shake and there are no fireworks; just a perfect moment of clarity, his vision consumed with Heechul, his touch overtaken with stiff flesh and soft skin, all of his senses in single minded harmony, every molecule of the other man being seared into his memory in pinpoint accuracy.
"You make a good girl," Heechul mocked into Hankyung shoulder as they lay boneless on the bed, naked now, all falsity cast aside.
"Do good girls fuck their football captains up the arse now?" Hankyung quipped, feeling that dressing up like a cheerleader of all things had earned him some answering back privileges.
"Hmmm, you have a point," Heechul mused, and at this point wished he hadn't opened his big mouth at all, "Next time I should fuck you."
Strangely, Hankyung, although not fond of the idea, didn't want to say no. It scared him slightly as realisation hit him that there was no limit, that he really would do anything this man asked of him and enjoy it.
He could see the tentative light in Heechul's face hidden behind all that joking bravado, proving that he really did want to be the one topping once and Hankyung leant in to kiss him softly.
"If it were anyone but you, it wouldn't be worth it."
Notes :
OMG YAY!!!!! FINALLY FINISHED!!!!!! I've been working on this for FAR too long!!!!! and then intended to finish for Heechul's birthday, with also failed spectacularly, but nevermind, finished now!!!! and hopefully it came out well?
Also I am clearly cracked for spending a good hour researching american football gear and jockstraps when i started this, (because i am british and have absolutely no idea about that stuff) even the face paint ^_^
Oh and the bum writing I got from SS501 Thanks For Waking Us Up when HyungJoon had to do it as a punishment XDD
I'd be very happy to hear what you think lovely readers XDD
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, crossdressing, roleplaying, blowjob, lapdance
Words: 2,646
Summary: Hankyung gets himself ino that skirt
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 015 : Lick ( my archive)
Authors Notes: Is the sequel to my fic : Wooing Women, not imperitive o read first, BUT it does explan why Hankyung is crossdressing in the first place ^_^
Heechul's name in Hangul is 희철 btw, for reference in the fic ^_^
Dedicated to
tehwook for encouraging me to write a sequel in the first place by being an awesome commenter XDD and a shout out to
beililee for inspiring me to make him a cheerleader and
stevenghost for keeping me going by looking forward to reading. ♥♥♥
and BIG BIG GIANT LOVES to
vix_4711 for being an absolute sweetheart and betaing this for me, LOVE YOU BB!! ♥♥♥♥♥
"Heechul, do I really have to wear this?" came the muffled complaint of Hankyung from behind the bathroom door.
"It's rather short and tight and embarrassing, where did you even get it?" The incredulity in his tone travelled through the wood and made Heechul smirk. Hankyung should know by now that he had his ways and they weren't to be questioned; like the mafia, although prettier and slightly less bodybag-ish, but he wouldn't publicise that - the threat was always nice to keep annoying people in line.
"Yes, you have to wear it. Because I am brilliant and you love me and you offered." Heechul singsong-ed, knowing full well that he was in the right and that Hankyung wouldn't have even gone in the bathroom to get changed if he was truly unwilling to wear it.
"Now stop being a girl and get your arse out here where I can see it." Sitting on the bed regal fashion, Heechul pointed commandingly even though Hankyung couldn't see him yet.
"That sort of defeats the point, doesn't it..." Hankyung griped as he slouched into the bedroom, valiantly trying to pout in disapproval while battling a blooming smirk at his own witticism.
He was a picture to say the least, tight v-neck top stretched across his broad chest, cut short to flash his less than feminine midriff above the scandalously short pleated skirt Heechul had chosen specifically for the way it would offer glimpses of underwear as he moved and finished off with some very cute white bobby socks after the long gorgeous expanse of shapely leg.
"Now, aren't you a pretty thing," Heechul stated breathily at the sight, more than a hint of a leer perverting his features.
"Why thank you, good sir." Willing to play along for now as he batted his eyelashes back towards the man on the bed, Hankyung curtseyed daintily, but paused when he caught his first proper look at Heechul.
The other man was in the most bizarre get up, even for him, off set even more by the way he seemed completely oblivious to his own attire. He appeared to be wearing only an oversized American football shirt, positively swimming it in with his small frame and lack of usual sporting padding, though Hankyung was sure he'd look no less strange with it and had to suppress a giggle at the thought of Heechul all bulky and padded out wobbling around with all the extra weight.
No less bizarre was the black face paint smeared artfully under each eye and he was rather impressed at the amount of preparation Heechul must've put into all this so he least he could do was put some effort into it.
"Now give me a cheer." Heechul tossed over pom-poms that Hankyung hadn't seen, because Heechul was so attention-demanding whatever he was wearing, or, preferably, not wearing.
"Yes, my liege."
"I'm not a king, silly," Though the wave of his hand that dismissed this statement could have fooled Hankyung, "I’m the football captain, the hunk of the school and you're a slutty cheerleader that would do anything to get into my well-filled pants. So get cheering."
Well if he was going to do this, he was going to do this with his all, so Hankyung launched himself into an energetic bouncy routine with plenty of pep, very much aware of the shock on Heechul's face as he started spelling his name complete with body lettering, fully making use of every modicum of flexibility he possessed, curving himself to fit the english letters with verve and imagination.
And then to finish off his act, he does the Hangul as well, turning around to write it in the air with his arse as he's seen on TV programs as a punishment to embarrass unlucky guests, but here it isn't shameful. He can feel the way Heechul's hot gaze is following the movement and he dances and shimmies his way around the characters, skirt flying up with the air as he dips around the circle, or down the vertical lines, flashing the silky black knickers that Heechul insisted should be that colour because "slutty girls wear black."
Adopting what he hoped was a coy and alluring air, Hankyung looked back over his shoulder, back still arched to accentuate his arse as he affected a seductive tone,
"Enjoying the show?"
"Most definitely, only..." and at this Heechul lent back on his hands exposing more of his bare legs as the shirt rode up to barely brushing his thighs, "you're so far away, maybe if you gave me a closer look I could fully appreciate your performance."
A sultry smile graced his face, as Hankyung fully embraced the role play and sauntered closer, a supine feminine air added to his stride, swinging his hips and lightening his steps until he was a mere hair's breath away from his audience of one.
The way he slid and dipped around Heechul's body once he began his seduction was jaw-droppingly fluid, his form a wave of movement as he danced yet never touched, just stayed tantalizingly close. Heechul could've stuck out his tongue and touched a lean thigh or a sharp collarbone should he have so wished and so tempting it was too, a light sheen glistening on the bronzed skin just begging to be tasted, but to interrupt the performance would be a travesty of pure art.
However, the glimpses of black lace trimming clinging to round curves were fast becoming maddening, his fingers twitching desperately as he fought not to slip them beneath the flimsy material and end this supremely rare tantalizing display of sensuality he was witnessing.
The very moment Hankyung straddled his lap fully, his rhythm faltered at the accidental brush of a straining erection against Heechul's stomach - the first real contact between them that evening - and Heechul was pulling the other man down for a hungry kiss.
Hankyung was arching now, adhering himself to Heechul from chest to groin, his legs squeezing eagerly either side of the other man's lap as he rocked unabashedly against him.
So lost in his role was he, that Hankyung uttered a small whimper as Heechul pulled away, which would surely have mortified him in his right mind, but the older man only smirked fondly in response, mutely overjoyed to have his lover in such a state of mind.
"Such a horny little cheerleader you are," he purred, one hand sliding up a sleek thigh, stroking the soft flesh, full of unspoken promise and licentious tease, drawing a pleased shudder from his faux-female. Enough of a distraction to flip them over to put him on top, a move Hankyung was sure that Heechul was incapable of making.
Without pause enough for Hankyung to catch his wits, Heechul's hands were returning to their rightful place under his skirt, idly tracing fingers up the prominent outline of the silk clad cock, humming in appreciation as skin touched taut skin where he protruded past the waistband. He was more than aware that every molecule of Hankyung's body was willing him to stop teasing, despite the lack of verbal insistence, because he knew of course not to court Heechul’s contrary nature and risk some serious denial for far longer than was comfortable.
"Awwww, look, you've gone and ruined your knickers. Looks like we'll have to take them off." Heechul made sure to fake plenty of fumbling finger slips to slide the fabric across Hankyung's sensitised genitals to the greatest effect before he finally removed them. Only later would Hankyung realise they had not been removed completely, but left to dangle from one socked ankle, truly like some juvenile, rushed attempt at sex between classes.
Except Heechul was no inept teenager, every touch, every stroke calculated to perfection as he lifted Hankyung’s leg over his shoulder, turning his head to lick a jagged stripe along the inside of his thigh, not once breaking eye contact with his victim. It was so feral the way a smirk curved Heechul's mouth and Hankyung wouldn't have been wholly surprised if fangs had glinted between those rosy lips and he'd sunk sharp teeth into his soft flesh, but a flash of devilish mirth and he was disappearing from view, beneath his skirt and the prone man tensed in anticipation.
The first touch of tongue to his penis, though expected, was none the less delightfully heavenly, a warm, wet reprieve to his aching need for contact. The strong swipes of that flexible muscle make him want to come undone, to freeze this moment of pure happiness not only for the pleasure, but because it's Heechul sharing it with him. That it was Heechul he had dressed like this for and that he was clearly enjoying it if the fervour with which he was sucking Hankyung's erection into his mouth was an indication, the sense of urgency underlying the slow sucking apparent to Hankyung's trained mind.
It was certainly a surreal experience to be dressed as a cheerleader sprawled wantonly on the bed having just given his lover a skit and lap dance and to now have Heechul's face buried in his crotch, hidden from view by the skirt, swimming purely in sensation as Heechul demonstrated his immeasurable skill, and no doubt smearing black face paint all over his nether-regions in the process.
Hankyung couldn't hold it anymore, hands snaking down that hunched body, Heechul's gorgeously slim figure curving his arse into the air as he was bent down to so skilfully suck Hankyung off. It was only now that he noticed that Heechul wasn't in fact naked from the waist down like his bare legs had suggested, nor was their a small pair of underwear concealed by the shirt, as Hankyung's fingers brushed straps curving around those bared buttocks.
Well, curiosity killed the cat, or interrupted the blowjob rather, as Hankyung was far too intrigued by his questing fingers' new discovery to stop himself exclaiming,
"What the hell are you wearing?!!"
"A jockstrap." Heechul stated, surprisingly matter-of-factly for someone looking so thoroughly debauched. His black face paint was now smeared messily across his face creating an air of marine-in-action, although Hankyung severely doubted that any marines were this delectable, and lips looking oh so tempting, all flushed and shiny with saliva and other much more dirty things that he couldn’t help but twitch at the thought of.
Of course, Heechul being who he was had gone into snark-mode, sitting back on his haunches to display the strange piece of clothing better.
"Football players are all gay, clearly, just look at this underwear." He embellished with a lovely game-show-assistant hand motion, like Hankyung didn't know exactly what he was talking about. Before turning to display the backside of the garment - or lack thereof, the younger man noted with relish as Heechul's posterior was framed so temptingly for his perusal, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Looking back over his shoulder Heechul was very obviously pleased at Hankyung's reaction.
"It's so obviously designed for easy access." He finished, curling his tongue around the words with such exaggerated intent that Hankyung was hypnotised in rapt attention, distracting him enough for his hand to fly to slender hips as Heechul had scooted back and was moving suggestively against him.
"Wouldn't it be a shame not to make use of it?" As Heechul lifted his hips to sink down on Hankyung's erection, he felt himself get impossibly harder, not only due to that warm welcoming heat squeezing around him, but at the thought of Heechul preparing himself, alone in the bedroom, awkwardly scissoring his own fingers inside himself in preparation for Hankyung's costumed entrance.
If he thought the feeling was intense before, that was nothing compared to the sweet sensations of smooth slickness battling against natural friction as Heechul began to move. That flexing ring of muscle, as contrary as the sharp man himself, clutching him, stroking sensitive nerves as it was pulled up and down his cock.
Heechul was facing forwards now, head bowed and hair falling to conceal undoubtedly parted lips and fluttering eyelids. His hands had fallen to brace himself against Hankyung's outstretched legs as his spine flowed in supine curves, such beauty in such a base, carnal, act.
All pretence of role playing had left them now, both oblivious to the skirt hitched up around Hankyung's waist, the pants still dangling from one socked ankle and the shirt that Heechul still wore only lent a sensual tease, clinging to his contours as he rode him. Hankyung’s hands on his hips had the garment hitched higher than it's oversized nature would naturally fall, resting now just on top of the luscious curves giving him a perfect, mouth-watering view of where they connected.
And it wasn't enough, as sensual an experience as Heechul was making this, he wanted more, to possess the other man, to own him completely until he lost all coherency, all the more erotic because he knew no-one else would get to see him that way.
Heechul would never admit to the indignant squawk he let escape as Hankyung lifted him to fold his legs under himself, bringing them both upright to their knees before plunging back inside with abandon, putting himself firmly in control as he thrust in and up, drawing pleased gasps with every powerful impact inside him.
Heechul desperately needed to ground himself, as one hand freed him from dampened material confines to stroke him into frustrated insanity, too slowly to pull an orgasm from him, the other snaking under his shirt to splay hungry fingers up a heaving chest. Reaching one arm up over his shoulder, he clutched a fistful of hair, unable to do anything but moan as a tongue ventured out to lick greedily at his bared neck, so many sensations assaulting him at once that he was helpless in Hankyung's hold.
It's then that Hankyung moved his hand faster, twisting and curling his wrist with each stroke, the moans he was pulling from Heechul that he knows means he won't last long were absolute music to his ears, and he moves his tongue to the hollow under Heechul's ear, always so sensitive to his attentions.
The breathless keen of a sound that this pulls from his partner is like an aural orgasm and as the older man tightens around him Hankyung let's go, satisfied that Heechul is surrounded by him inside and out.
As he comes, dragging Heechul forcefully along with him, it isn't a flash of white or sparks of colour as is so often described, the world does not shake and there are no fireworks; just a perfect moment of clarity, his vision consumed with Heechul, his touch overtaken with stiff flesh and soft skin, all of his senses in single minded harmony, every molecule of the other man being seared into his memory in pinpoint accuracy.
"You make a good girl," Heechul mocked into Hankyung shoulder as they lay boneless on the bed, naked now, all falsity cast aside.
"Do good girls fuck their football captains up the arse now?" Hankyung quipped, feeling that dressing up like a cheerleader of all things had earned him some answering back privileges.
"Hmmm, you have a point," Heechul mused, and at this point wished he hadn't opened his big mouth at all, "Next time I should fuck you."
Strangely, Hankyung, although not fond of the idea, didn't want to say no. It scared him slightly as realisation hit him that there was no limit, that he really would do anything this man asked of him and enjoy it.
He could see the tentative light in Heechul's face hidden behind all that joking bravado, proving that he really did want to be the one topping once and Hankyung leant in to kiss him softly.
"If it were anyone but you, it wouldn't be worth it."
Notes :
OMG YAY!!!!! FINALLY FINISHED!!!!!! I've been working on this for FAR too long!!!!! and then intended to finish for Heechul's birthday, with also failed spectacularly, but nevermind, finished now!!!! and hopefully it came out well?
Also I am clearly cracked for spending a good hour researching american football gear and jockstraps when i started this, (because i am british and have absolutely no idea about that stuff) even the face paint ^_^
Oh and the bum writing I got from SS501 Thanks For Waking Us Up when HyungJoon had to do it as a punishment XDD
I'd be very happy to hear what you think lovely readers XDD