Run
Title: Run.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Henry/Kibum.
Warnings: PWP, AU. A somewhat OOC Kibum.
Word count: 500 words.
Disclaimer: Super Junior own themselves, I merely came up with the idea.
Beta: gamer-kyu13.
A/N: Written for sjpornathon's third challenge. The prompt was "Horror AU". As LJ is being a douche, please click on the title to read the fic, not the link underneath.
“Shut the fuck up,” Henry growls, placing a hand over Kibum's mouth. Henry's eyes are red, wide, nervousness starting to influence Kibum as well. Kibum watches as a drop of sweat trickles down Henry's face, landing on his cheek. Their faces barely inches away from each other. Kibum listens.
The forest is eerily silent, only an occasional hoot from an owl breaking the thick silence running through the trees. They're out there somewhere, looking for them. Kibum heard them a couple of hours ago, but the voices disappeared so he refrained from telling Henry, not wanting to fuel his paranoia. Henry's sanity was balancing on a knife's edge.
Kibum moans loudly against the palm of Henry's hand when Henry starts to pound into him again; his cock thick, filling him to the brim and Kibum chokes. Kibum's own hands are trying to hold onto Henry's slippery back, hanging onto Henry not only for his own sake.
“Henry,” Kibum sobs as the head of Henry's cock brushes against his prostate, sending his body closer to release. His own cock throbs painfully, pressed between their bellies. Kibum starts to meet Henry's thrusts with his own, so ready to come.
Henry slaps Kibum's cheek not too gently, a dull sting settling in his cheek.
“I told you to shut the hell up!” Henry hisses through clenched teeth, quickening his pace. His hands go to Kibum's hips, clamping down on the sharp hipbones. Kibum winces, Henry is leaning his entire body weight onto Kibum's hips and it hurts. It's not that Henry is a particularly heavy guy, just heavier than Kibum. “Do you want to get caught?”
No, Kibum doesn't. He doesn't want to be caught and brought back to the psychiatric hospital. Kibum has enough scars from the experiments they've tested on him and after the breakout, they'll surely get worse. If they don't kill him first. They will surely kill Henry, because he started it. Sick of listening to Kibum's screams at night, he planned the breakout. There were twenty who escaped. Kibum had watched ten of them die. The whereabouts of the eight others was unknown.
“No, I don't,” Kibum says, eyes burning with tears, the image of the dying Ryeowook, the decapitated Donghae, Leeteuk's screams filling the night as Henry pulled him through the forest, legs burning from exhaustion.
“Then listen to me,” Henry demands before he captures Kibum's lips with his own. One of his hands releases Kibum's hip, grabbing his cock instead. Henry's thumb runs twice over the head of Kibum's cock and Kibum is coming, emptying himself into Henry's fist. Just as Henry moans his name, Kibum's ears pick up the sound of feet, coming rapidly closer.
“Henry-” Kibum tries, but Henry silences him, continuing to slam into him. They're outside the tent. Kibum sees their flashlights, hears their angry curses. They've seen them. As Henry groans Kibum's name, cock swelling in his ass, Kibum faints with a scream.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Henry/Kibum.
Warnings: PWP, AU. A somewhat OOC Kibum.
Word count: 500 words.
Disclaimer: Super Junior own themselves, I merely came up with the idea.
Beta: gamer-kyu13.
A/N: Written for sjpornathon's third challenge. The prompt was "Horror AU". As LJ is being a douche, please click on the title to read the fic, not the link underneath.
“Shut the fuck up,” Henry growls, placing a hand over Kibum's mouth. Henry's eyes are red, wide, nervousness starting to influence Kibum as well. Kibum watches as a drop of sweat trickles down Henry's face, landing on his cheek. Their faces barely inches away from each other. Kibum listens.
The forest is eerily silent, only an occasional hoot from an owl breaking the thick silence running through the trees. They're out there somewhere, looking for them. Kibum heard them a couple of hours ago, but the voices disappeared so he refrained from telling Henry, not wanting to fuel his paranoia. Henry's sanity was balancing on a knife's edge.
Kibum moans loudly against the palm of Henry's hand when Henry starts to pound into him again; his cock thick, filling him to the brim and Kibum chokes. Kibum's own hands are trying to hold onto Henry's slippery back, hanging onto Henry not only for his own sake.
“Henry,” Kibum sobs as the head of Henry's cock brushes against his prostate, sending his body closer to release. His own cock throbs painfully, pressed between their bellies. Kibum starts to meet Henry's thrusts with his own, so ready to come.
Henry slaps Kibum's cheek not too gently, a dull sting settling in his cheek.
“I told you to shut the hell up!” Henry hisses through clenched teeth, quickening his pace. His hands go to Kibum's hips, clamping down on the sharp hipbones. Kibum winces, Henry is leaning his entire body weight onto Kibum's hips and it hurts. It's not that Henry is a particularly heavy guy, just heavier than Kibum. “Do you want to get caught?”
No, Kibum doesn't. He doesn't want to be caught and brought back to the psychiatric hospital. Kibum has enough scars from the experiments they've tested on him and after the breakout, they'll surely get worse. If they don't kill him first. They will surely kill Henry, because he started it. Sick of listening to Kibum's screams at night, he planned the breakout. There were twenty who escaped. Kibum had watched ten of them die. The whereabouts of the eight others was unknown.
“No, I don't,” Kibum says, eyes burning with tears, the image of the dying Ryeowook, the decapitated Donghae, Leeteuk's screams filling the night as Henry pulled him through the forest, legs burning from exhaustion.
“Then listen to me,” Henry demands before he captures Kibum's lips with his own. One of his hands releases Kibum's hip, grabbing his cock instead. Henry's thumb runs twice over the head of Kibum's cock and Kibum is coming, emptying himself into Henry's fist. Just as Henry moans his name, Kibum's ears pick up the sound of feet, coming rapidly closer.
“Henry-” Kibum tries, but Henry silences him, continuing to slam into him. They're outside the tent. Kibum sees their flashlights, hears their angry curses. They've seen them. As Henry groans Kibum's name, cock swelling in his ass, Kibum faints with a scream.