[100 suju fic challenge]
015. Lick - Heechul/Hankyung
PG-13, 582 words, AU, slightly supernatural?
The first time Heechul saw him, he knew he had to have him as his own. Tall - more so than himself - slim, and with just about the sweetest face on another man he’d seen in possibly centuries. The effect on his person was just about instantaneous, and had Heechul not been convinced at first sight, he was further so the moment he heard that voice. Soft, careful, sweet. The sound slid against Heechul’s ears like silk; he wanted to wrap that softness around himself, see it and feel it and most especially taste it.
He sidled over to the table, and with that smile that came so easily to him nowadays, a flash of white but not too much teeth, not yet, and Heechul had, quite easily, found out this wonderful man’s name.
“Hangeng.” It tasted smooth and foreign on his tongue as he tested out the sound, and he flashed another smile. “Sweet. I like it.”
Hangeng had told him that he’d actually had quite a bit to drink already that night, when Heechul offered to buy him another. “You know how it is,” he said, and when his gaze flickered up to Heechul’s face, Hangeng almost looked shy.
“Yes, I know how it is.”
Hangeng looked away again, down at the empty glass in front of him, and laughed quietly; the sound just as soft, just as sweet as his words. “I’m sorry, I think I’m actually a little drunk here. I’m not usually like this.”
“I’m not complaining,” Heechul said, touching him briefly on the arm. Hangeng sucked in a quick breath - Heechul’s hand had been surprisingly cold - and gave him a slight smile.
Hangeng was easy, after that. Easy to talk to, easy to persuade him into asking Heechul back to his place. Easy to kiss. And Heechul did kiss him, as soon as Hangeng locked his apartment door and turned, just a faint brush of lips, but to Hangeng, it felt like a promise for more. And after that, he was even easier still, and didn’t seem to object at all to Heechul’s hands, still cold, sliding over his hip, pressing against his chest, and smoothing down his neck.
Heechul couldn’t help himself. He was all but intoxicated, by that face, that voice, by the warmth of Hangeng’s skin under his touch. He could feel the warmth, the rush of blood, through his skin, hear the beating of his heart inside his chest, and he could practically taste the heat of Hangeng’s pulse on his tongue already.
No, there was no helping himself. Hangeng was drunk on simple alcohol, and Heechul was drunk on him. His mouth was against Hangeng’s neck, tongue licking a slow, deliberate path over the flushed skin, and Heechul felt Hangeng shiver against him, fingers curling loosely at the back of his shirt.
“So sweet,” Heechul murmured, mouth pressed to the curve of his throat, letting the warmth of Hangeng’s body seep into his own. “I wonder, do you taste as sweet as you look, though?”
Hangeng laughed quietly, though he had no idea what Heechul actually meant, how could he have? Heechul had enthralled him, mesmerized him and spun pretty words around his head for one purpose and one purpose alone. Heechul was going to have him.
With a whisper of Hangeng’s name, Heechul found the spot, felt the pulse racing hotly under the press of his tongue, and couldn’t resist anymore. He had to found out how sweet Hangeng really was.
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PG-13, 582 words, AU, slightly supernatural?
The first time Heechul saw him, he knew he had to have him as his own. Tall - more so than himself - slim, and with just about the sweetest face on another man he’d seen in possibly centuries. The effect on his person was just about instantaneous, and had Heechul not been convinced at first sight, he was further so the moment he heard that voice. Soft, careful, sweet. The sound slid against Heechul’s ears like silk; he wanted to wrap that softness around himself, see it and feel it and most especially taste it.
He sidled over to the table, and with that smile that came so easily to him nowadays, a flash of white but not too much teeth, not yet, and Heechul had, quite easily, found out this wonderful man’s name.
“Hangeng.” It tasted smooth and foreign on his tongue as he tested out the sound, and he flashed another smile. “Sweet. I like it.”
Hangeng had told him that he’d actually had quite a bit to drink already that night, when Heechul offered to buy him another. “You know how it is,” he said, and when his gaze flickered up to Heechul’s face, Hangeng almost looked shy.
“Yes, I know how it is.”
Hangeng looked away again, down at the empty glass in front of him, and laughed quietly; the sound just as soft, just as sweet as his words. “I’m sorry, I think I’m actually a little drunk here. I’m not usually like this.”
“I’m not complaining,” Heechul said, touching him briefly on the arm. Hangeng sucked in a quick breath - Heechul’s hand had been surprisingly cold - and gave him a slight smile.
Hangeng was easy, after that. Easy to talk to, easy to persuade him into asking Heechul back to his place. Easy to kiss. And Heechul did kiss him, as soon as Hangeng locked his apartment door and turned, just a faint brush of lips, but to Hangeng, it felt like a promise for more. And after that, he was even easier still, and didn’t seem to object at all to Heechul’s hands, still cold, sliding over his hip, pressing against his chest, and smoothing down his neck.
Heechul couldn’t help himself. He was all but intoxicated, by that face, that voice, by the warmth of Hangeng’s skin under his touch. He could feel the warmth, the rush of blood, through his skin, hear the beating of his heart inside his chest, and he could practically taste the heat of Hangeng’s pulse on his tongue already.
No, there was no helping himself. Hangeng was drunk on simple alcohol, and Heechul was drunk on him. His mouth was against Hangeng’s neck, tongue licking a slow, deliberate path over the flushed skin, and Heechul felt Hangeng shiver against him, fingers curling loosely at the back of his shirt.
“So sweet,” Heechul murmured, mouth pressed to the curve of his throat, letting the warmth of Hangeng’s body seep into his own. “I wonder, do you taste as sweet as you look, though?”
Hangeng laughed quietly, though he had no idea what Heechul actually meant, how could he have? Heechul had enthralled him, mesmerized him and spun pretty words around his head for one purpose and one purpose alone. Heechul was going to have him.
With a whisper of Hangeng’s name, Heechul found the spot, felt the pulse racing hotly under the press of his tongue, and couldn’t resist anymore. He had to found out how sweet Hangeng really was.
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