// --- [debut fic] Mikky- All Good Things.
All Good Things.
PG13 - Heechul/Hankyung
note; HAPPY DEBUT EVERYONE!! //edit: Nhi wants to fight through A/Ns so: EVERYONE NHI IS BRILLIANT AND AMAZING AND BEYOND TALENTED AND I LOVE HER AND I COULD NEVER COMPARE BECAUSE SHE'S A GODDESS OF ALL PERFECT THINGS IN THE WORLD. ♥
It's a pleasant surprise when Heechul opens the door of Hyukjae's apartment and doesn't see the boyish brunette, but a tall slender blonde.
His hair is white blond and fades into the white of his skin as he stands in front of the fireplace Hyukjae never uses, and Heechul can see just how fair the rest of his body is because he's wearing nothing but a blood-red silk robe that's fallen off of his shoulders and gathered at the crooks of his elbows.
He turns when Heechul closes the door behind him and Heechul has to pause, has to take a moment to stand still and take him in properly.
The bright hair frames a face that isn't quite handsome, but quite pretty, not quite cute, but a mixture of all three that radiates elegance in the high cuts of his cheekbones. Dark dark brown eyes stare back at him, closed but not blank, and Heechul gets lost there for a moment before letting his eyes fall down the rest of his body. Long lean calves and strong muscled thighs, hips not quite curves enough even for a man, and a long torso slightly cut with muscles. The perfect fair of his shoulders is everywhere on the rest of his body, and Heechul decides then and there, staring at the small thatch of jet black hair at his crotch, that he wants this man. Badly.
"Hankyung, has Hee- Oh, there you are."
Hyukjae makes his way out of his bedroom, dressed in the same silk robe that the other man (Hankyung... Hankyung...) wears, but in green silk instead of red. He smiles brilliantly as he comes to Heechul, presses a kiss to his mouth, to his jaw. "Heechul, this is Hankyung. He's Zhoumi's replacement."
The words snap Heechul out of his daze, and he looks down at the other man. "Replacement? Where did Zhoumi go? I liked him, Hyukjae."
Hyukjae just laughs, dances away from Heechul to make his way to the kitchen. Heechul finds himself staring at Hankyung again, who stands with arms crossed and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and he misses the beginning of Hyukjae's explanation.
"-I'm not a mean person, so of course I couldn't do anything but send Zhoumi off to him. Kyuhyun's been very loyal, he deserves someone who can watch over him. He's valuable as well. Heechul please, if you want him so bad, just ask, instead of staring at him like that."
"What?" Heechul snaps his head towards Hyukjae, who's pouring three cups of steaming tea with his usual smile on his face.
"I said," Hyukjae says with a small roll of his eyes, "that if you want Hankyung so badly, you could just ask for him. The way you two are staring at each other is making me jumpy." He places the tea on a tray, years of proper childhood training that's never faded even now, and places it on the coffee table in front of Hankyung. He takes one cup for himself and smiles at Heechul, then moves past Hankyung, sliding a hand across his arm and shoulder as he goes. "Just try not to break anything, will you? I'm going to go wear Junsu out, and I'd hate for him to have to clean after what I'm going to do do him."
Hyukjae's laughter drifts all the way down the hall, and Heechul can hear it even when the door of his bedroom closes, and the soft murmur of another voice cuts through it.
Heechul shakes his head to himself. There was a reason he was still playing this game with Hyukjae.
A soft rustle of clothing makes Heechul look up, and he catches a flash of red and a flash of white before he's thrown back against a wall, a hard body pinning him still, a thigh pressed against his legs and rocking upwards. He gets the chance to take a deep breath and wind his arms around Hankyung's neck before they're falling, rolling across the ground to pull off Heechul's perfect black suit.
It's the most amazing sex Heechul's ever had in his life, and all he remembers is the carpet burning under his hands and knees and the white of Hankyung's hair against his cheek.
Hyukjae shakes his head at them when he finally emerges from the bedroom, a silly-grinned and weak-kneed Junsu following behind him. "You made stains on my carpet," he announces.
Heechul just waves a hand at him, comfortably sprawled out across Hankyung's chest, and he can feel Hankyung's mouth curve into a smile against his hair.
-
Two weeks later, Heechul lets himself into his apartment and finds Hankyung bound and gagged, kneeling on his living room floor, the blood-red silk flowing around his shoulders.
He pauses, surprised, but when Hankyung lifts his head and Heechul can see the glint in his eyes, he closes the door behind him and smiles.
"I guess I'm going to have to give Donghae to him after all."
PG13 - Heechul/Hankyung
note; HAPPY DEBUT EVERYONE!! //edit: Nhi wants to fight through A/Ns so: EVERYONE NHI IS BRILLIANT AND AMAZING AND BEYOND TALENTED AND I LOVE HER AND I COULD NEVER COMPARE BECAUSE SHE'S A GODDESS OF ALL PERFECT THINGS IN THE WORLD. ♥
It's a pleasant surprise when Heechul opens the door of Hyukjae's apartment and doesn't see the boyish brunette, but a tall slender blonde.
His hair is white blond and fades into the white of his skin as he stands in front of the fireplace Hyukjae never uses, and Heechul can see just how fair the rest of his body is because he's wearing nothing but a blood-red silk robe that's fallen off of his shoulders and gathered at the crooks of his elbows.
He turns when Heechul closes the door behind him and Heechul has to pause, has to take a moment to stand still and take him in properly.
The bright hair frames a face that isn't quite handsome, but quite pretty, not quite cute, but a mixture of all three that radiates elegance in the high cuts of his cheekbones. Dark dark brown eyes stare back at him, closed but not blank, and Heechul gets lost there for a moment before letting his eyes fall down the rest of his body. Long lean calves and strong muscled thighs, hips not quite curves enough even for a man, and a long torso slightly cut with muscles. The perfect fair of his shoulders is everywhere on the rest of his body, and Heechul decides then and there, staring at the small thatch of jet black hair at his crotch, that he wants this man. Badly.
"Hankyung, has Hee- Oh, there you are."
Hyukjae makes his way out of his bedroom, dressed in the same silk robe that the other man (Hankyung... Hankyung...) wears, but in green silk instead of red. He smiles brilliantly as he comes to Heechul, presses a kiss to his mouth, to his jaw. "Heechul, this is Hankyung. He's Zhoumi's replacement."
The words snap Heechul out of his daze, and he looks down at the other man. "Replacement? Where did Zhoumi go? I liked him, Hyukjae."
Hyukjae just laughs, dances away from Heechul to make his way to the kitchen. Heechul finds himself staring at Hankyung again, who stands with arms crossed and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and he misses the beginning of Hyukjae's explanation.
"-I'm not a mean person, so of course I couldn't do anything but send Zhoumi off to him. Kyuhyun's been very loyal, he deserves someone who can watch over him. He's valuable as well. Heechul please, if you want him so bad, just ask, instead of staring at him like that."
"What?" Heechul snaps his head towards Hyukjae, who's pouring three cups of steaming tea with his usual smile on his face.
"I said," Hyukjae says with a small roll of his eyes, "that if you want Hankyung so badly, you could just ask for him. The way you two are staring at each other is making me jumpy." He places the tea on a tray, years of proper childhood training that's never faded even now, and places it on the coffee table in front of Hankyung. He takes one cup for himself and smiles at Heechul, then moves past Hankyung, sliding a hand across his arm and shoulder as he goes. "Just try not to break anything, will you? I'm going to go wear Junsu out, and I'd hate for him to have to clean after what I'm going to do do him."
Hyukjae's laughter drifts all the way down the hall, and Heechul can hear it even when the door of his bedroom closes, and the soft murmur of another voice cuts through it.
Heechul shakes his head to himself. There was a reason he was still playing this game with Hyukjae.
A soft rustle of clothing makes Heechul look up, and he catches a flash of red and a flash of white before he's thrown back against a wall, a hard body pinning him still, a thigh pressed against his legs and rocking upwards. He gets the chance to take a deep breath and wind his arms around Hankyung's neck before they're falling, rolling across the ground to pull off Heechul's perfect black suit.
It's the most amazing sex Heechul's ever had in his life, and all he remembers is the carpet burning under his hands and knees and the white of Hankyung's hair against his cheek.
Hyukjae shakes his head at them when he finally emerges from the bedroom, a silly-grinned and weak-kneed Junsu following behind him. "You made stains on my carpet," he announces.
Heechul just waves a hand at him, comfortably sprawled out across Hankyung's chest, and he can feel Hankyung's mouth curve into a smile against his hair.
-
Two weeks later, Heechul lets himself into his apartment and finds Hankyung bound and gagged, kneeling on his living room floor, the blood-red silk flowing around his shoulders.
He pauses, surprised, but when Hankyung lifts his head and Heechul can see the glint in his eyes, he closes the door behind him and smiles.
"I guess I'm going to have to give Donghae to him after all."