Porn Watching
Title: Porn Watching (IDEK)
Rating: *NC-17*
Warning: SMUT, pron watching
Pairings: HeeTeuk
Notes: Unbetaed again. Written for:
the super junior smut meme
The request was basically Heechul tops, porn watching, struggle for dominance, and Eeteuk's lesbian hair. This takes place before Heechul cuts his hair off. :(
I like this, but I had a really hard time keeping Teukie in character for some reason. :|
When Eeteuk got home, the first thing he heard was loud panting coming from the living room.
Fearing the worst, he slowly walked towards the obvious sounds of sex, almost closing his eyes as he walked into the room to find…
Heechul. With his eyes glued to the television screen. Watching porn.
“…What. Are you doing?” Eeteuk asked, frowning as the camera zoomed in to the woman’s breasts. “Anyone could just walk in.”
Heechul only shrugged, continuing to watch, and Eeteuk frowned even more as he moved behind the couch that Heechul was sprawled across to glare down at the younger man. “Why can‘t you watch this in your room? For that matter, why are you watching straight porn at all?” Heechul finally looked up at Eeteuk with a smirk. “Maybe I was bored.”
“Well, you need to do something else.” Eeteuk crossed his arms. “The younger members will be home any minute. I don‘t want you corrupting them like that. Do something else.”
“But hyung,” Heechul replied, still smirking, as he turned around on the couch, kneeling and facing Eeteuk, “You weren‘t here to do.”
Fighting the urge to blush, Eeteuk just shook his head. “Go to your room, take that with you.”
“Oh, I‘ll go to my room. But I won‘t be alone.” Heechul reached out, grabbing the older man’s shirt, and dragged him down for a long, deep, kiss, that was broken off moments after Heechul’s roaming hands reached Eeteuk’s recently cut hair.
“Fuck, your hair is short,” Heechul growled, “How am I going to get a grip on that when I’m riding you?”
Eeteuk grinned, looking at Heechul’s long hair, that was currently half tied up in a ponytail. “I guess I‘ll be riding you then.”
“Hahahaha. There‘s no way in hell I‘d let you top me.” Heechul laughed, trying to pull Eeteuk onto the couch with him.
Eeteuk resisted, but finally was pulled over the back and into Heechul’s lap. “Heechul, I’m older than you, I’m your leader… you’re going to have to let me eventually.”
“Haha, yeah, okay,” Heechul replied, hands swiftly working under Eeteuk’s clothes, “Maybe if you‘re nice, I‘ll let-”
He was interrupted by a particularly loud moan coming from the tv.
“Ugh, can we turn this off, seriously?” Eeteuk looked over at the tv paused. It wasn’t straight anymore. Now the same guy from earlier was divesting a man of his clothes. Eeteuk couldn’t help but watch, curiously, as the guy knelt down in front of the new man and started giving him a blow job.
Heechul snorted, seeing Eeteuk’s eyes widen, and stripped Eeteuk of all his clothes while he was distracted, then started working on his own.
“Wai- Wait!” Eeteuk finally exclaimed, ripping his eyes off of the tv, “We aren’t doing this here!”
“Doing what?” Heechul murmured, before taking Eeteuk’s length into his mouth and sucking hard.
Eeteuk clapped a hand over his mouth, muffling a loud moan, eyes moving between Heechul between his legs, and the similar thing that was happening on the television screen. “We can’t, someone might-” A loud groan echoed through the room.
Because Heechul stopped. “Fine.”
“No wait,” Eeteuk said, “Don‘t stop, let‘s just go…”
Heechul shrugged. “Why bother.” And then he resumed watching his porn, all the while letting his hand wander down to stroke himself.
“Why bother?” That hit a sore spot. And now Eeteuk was mad, and horny, and when he tackled Heechul, the other man was only marginally surprised.
The two wrestled on the couch, both fighting for dominance. Eeteuk almost managed to get the upper hand, but then Heechul grabbed his length and stroked, and it distracted Eeteuk just long enough for Heechul to pin him down on the couch. “Spread your legs, oh great leader,” He demanded, reaching down into the couch cushion for lube.
“You planned this,” Eeteuk practically whined, as Heechul’s long fingers pushed into him.
“Or maybe I just keep lube in the couch all the time.” Heechul pumped three fingers in and out of Eeteuk’s entrance, then removed them and ran the lubricant over his length, before gripping Eeteuk’s hips and pushing inside.
Eeteuk cried out, head falling back as his hips pushed up to meet Heechul’s, and Heechul found that he couldn’t take his eyes off of the beautiful man off of him. “On second thought,” he said, maybe I will let you ride me.”
“What?” Eeteuk said, panting, wiggling his hips, “Rella, just move, it-”
Heechul rolled them over, careful to not lose contact with the other or fall off the couch, so that Eeteuk was sitting on top of him, straddling him. “Ride me, angel.”
At that moment, movement and loud moaning from the tv caught Eeteuk’s attention, and he glanced over to see that once again, the men on the screen were doing the same thing, and Eeteuk groaned, looking down at Heechul, before lifting his hips up, shivering at the feel of the hard length inside of him as it almost slipped out, before slamming back down and impaling himself.
Within moments, Eeteuk was bouncing up and down, moaning and groaning, as he gripped Heechul’s shoulders, and his hair, and kissed him desperately, sloppily.
Heechul would moan occasionally as he lazily pumped Eeteuk’s erection, eyes transfixed on Eeteuk‘s face.
“I‘m… I‘m close…” Eeteuk panted, moving faster, and the loud moans erupting from the screen as the two men came in the porn, combined with Heechul’s hand wrapped around his hardness, and Heechul’s own length slamming relentlessly into his pleasure spot were just too much. Eeteuk threw his head back in a silent cry as he came all over Heechul’s hand and stomach.
Thrusting up into Eeteuk’s clenching hole once, twice, a third time, Heechul joined his lover, coming deep inside of him.
Then the only sounds that could be heard in the room were labored panting, and the movie ended and cut off, just as the front door opened, and several loud, chatty voices could be heard.
Eeteuk looked up, horrified, just as Kangin said loudly, “I‘ll just find our hyung, and then-” And he walked up to the couch and his eyes met Eeteuk’s, and roamed the scene in front of him, and he promptly turned on his heel, trying not to throw up in his mouth. “APPA‘S TAKING EVERYONE OUT FOR ICE CREAM, LET‘S GO.”
Heechul muffled his laughed until the door slammed again, resuming the silence in the room, and then he threw back his head and laughed.
“I hate you,” Eeteuk announced, climbing off of his lover and grabbing up his clothes.
“You don‘t,” Heechul replied, sitting up, still chuckling, “And I‘ll prove it.”
“How?” Eeteuk frowned.
“Let‘s go to my room and watch this video again, and we‘ll see.”
Wanting to refuse, Eeteuk started to shake his head, but Heechul was standing there in all of his naked glory, smirking, and well, the damage had already been done right?
“…Fine.”
Rating: *NC-17*
Warning: SMUT, pron watching
Pairings: HeeTeuk
Notes: Unbetaed again. Written for:
the super junior smut meme
The request was basically Heechul tops, porn watching, struggle for dominance, and Eeteuk's lesbian hair. This takes place before Heechul cuts his hair off. :(
I like this, but I had a really hard time keeping Teukie in character for some reason. :|
When Eeteuk got home, the first thing he heard was loud panting coming from the living room.
Fearing the worst, he slowly walked towards the obvious sounds of sex, almost closing his eyes as he walked into the room to find…
Heechul. With his eyes glued to the television screen. Watching porn.
“…What. Are you doing?” Eeteuk asked, frowning as the camera zoomed in to the woman’s breasts. “Anyone could just walk in.”
Heechul only shrugged, continuing to watch, and Eeteuk frowned even more as he moved behind the couch that Heechul was sprawled across to glare down at the younger man. “Why can‘t you watch this in your room? For that matter, why are you watching straight porn at all?” Heechul finally looked up at Eeteuk with a smirk. “Maybe I was bored.”
“Well, you need to do something else.” Eeteuk crossed his arms. “The younger members will be home any minute. I don‘t want you corrupting them like that. Do something else.”
“But hyung,” Heechul replied, still smirking, as he turned around on the couch, kneeling and facing Eeteuk, “You weren‘t here to do.”
Fighting the urge to blush, Eeteuk just shook his head. “Go to your room, take that with you.”
“Oh, I‘ll go to my room. But I won‘t be alone.” Heechul reached out, grabbing the older man’s shirt, and dragged him down for a long, deep, kiss, that was broken off moments after Heechul’s roaming hands reached Eeteuk’s recently cut hair.
“Fuck, your hair is short,” Heechul growled, “How am I going to get a grip on that when I’m riding you?”
Eeteuk grinned, looking at Heechul’s long hair, that was currently half tied up in a ponytail. “I guess I‘ll be riding you then.”
“Hahahaha. There‘s no way in hell I‘d let you top me.” Heechul laughed, trying to pull Eeteuk onto the couch with him.
Eeteuk resisted, but finally was pulled over the back and into Heechul’s lap. “Heechul, I’m older than you, I’m your leader… you’re going to have to let me eventually.”
“Haha, yeah, okay,” Heechul replied, hands swiftly working under Eeteuk’s clothes, “Maybe if you‘re nice, I‘ll let-”
He was interrupted by a particularly loud moan coming from the tv.
“Ugh, can we turn this off, seriously?” Eeteuk looked over at the tv paused. It wasn’t straight anymore. Now the same guy from earlier was divesting a man of his clothes. Eeteuk couldn’t help but watch, curiously, as the guy knelt down in front of the new man and started giving him a blow job.
Heechul snorted, seeing Eeteuk’s eyes widen, and stripped Eeteuk of all his clothes while he was distracted, then started working on his own.
“Wai- Wait!” Eeteuk finally exclaimed, ripping his eyes off of the tv, “We aren’t doing this here!”
“Doing what?” Heechul murmured, before taking Eeteuk’s length into his mouth and sucking hard.
Eeteuk clapped a hand over his mouth, muffling a loud moan, eyes moving between Heechul between his legs, and the similar thing that was happening on the television screen. “We can’t, someone might-” A loud groan echoed through the room.
Because Heechul stopped. “Fine.”
“No wait,” Eeteuk said, “Don‘t stop, let‘s just go…”
Heechul shrugged. “Why bother.” And then he resumed watching his porn, all the while letting his hand wander down to stroke himself.
“Why bother?” That hit a sore spot. And now Eeteuk was mad, and horny, and when he tackled Heechul, the other man was only marginally surprised.
The two wrestled on the couch, both fighting for dominance. Eeteuk almost managed to get the upper hand, but then Heechul grabbed his length and stroked, and it distracted Eeteuk just long enough for Heechul to pin him down on the couch. “Spread your legs, oh great leader,” He demanded, reaching down into the couch cushion for lube.
“You planned this,” Eeteuk practically whined, as Heechul’s long fingers pushed into him.
“Or maybe I just keep lube in the couch all the time.” Heechul pumped three fingers in and out of Eeteuk’s entrance, then removed them and ran the lubricant over his length, before gripping Eeteuk’s hips and pushing inside.
Eeteuk cried out, head falling back as his hips pushed up to meet Heechul’s, and Heechul found that he couldn’t take his eyes off of the beautiful man off of him. “On second thought,” he said, maybe I will let you ride me.”
“What?” Eeteuk said, panting, wiggling his hips, “Rella, just move, it-”
Heechul rolled them over, careful to not lose contact with the other or fall off the couch, so that Eeteuk was sitting on top of him, straddling him. “Ride me, angel.”
At that moment, movement and loud moaning from the tv caught Eeteuk’s attention, and he glanced over to see that once again, the men on the screen were doing the same thing, and Eeteuk groaned, looking down at Heechul, before lifting his hips up, shivering at the feel of the hard length inside of him as it almost slipped out, before slamming back down and impaling himself.
Within moments, Eeteuk was bouncing up and down, moaning and groaning, as he gripped Heechul’s shoulders, and his hair, and kissed him desperately, sloppily.
Heechul would moan occasionally as he lazily pumped Eeteuk’s erection, eyes transfixed on Eeteuk‘s face.
“I‘m… I‘m close…” Eeteuk panted, moving faster, and the loud moans erupting from the screen as the two men came in the porn, combined with Heechul’s hand wrapped around his hardness, and Heechul’s own length slamming relentlessly into his pleasure spot were just too much. Eeteuk threw his head back in a silent cry as he came all over Heechul’s hand and stomach.
Thrusting up into Eeteuk’s clenching hole once, twice, a third time, Heechul joined his lover, coming deep inside of him.
Then the only sounds that could be heard in the room were labored panting, and the movie ended and cut off, just as the front door opened, and several loud, chatty voices could be heard.
Eeteuk looked up, horrified, just as Kangin said loudly, “I‘ll just find our hyung, and then-” And he walked up to the couch and his eyes met Eeteuk’s, and roamed the scene in front of him, and he promptly turned on his heel, trying not to throw up in his mouth. “APPA‘S TAKING EVERYONE OUT FOR ICE CREAM, LET‘S GO.”
Heechul muffled his laughed until the door slammed again, resuming the silence in the room, and then he threw back his head and laughed.
“I hate you,” Eeteuk announced, climbing off of his lover and grabbing up his clothes.
“You don‘t,” Heechul replied, sitting up, still chuckling, “And I‘ll prove it.”
“How?” Eeteuk frowned.
“Let‘s go to my room and watch this video again, and we‘ll see.”
Wanting to refuse, Eeteuk started to shake his head, but Heechul was standing there in all of his naked glory, smirking, and well, the damage had already been done right?
“…Fine.”