one Shot - Game on part 2
Title: Game On part 2
Pairing: KyuHyun/?
Length: 11455
Genre: Mysterious Dramatic Romance AU
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Singer and DJ Cho KyuHyun visits a new club where he's been invited to spin. He meets an intriguing stranger there. Partly inspired by listening to Club No1 on repeat. Shoot me now.
Author's Note: As it says above, this is an AU. KyuHyun is a successful singer/dj. He meets someone gorgeous, odd and different at a club and the rest, as they say, is history. Please remember that things are not always what they seem :D And yes, we're pretending that a successful singer/dj wouldn't get mobbed everywhere he went. :) This is not a KyuHyun/OC Fic. Keep reading! Enjoy the mystery. I promise you will not be sorry. Remember my OTP
Still he felt himself smiling warmly when he broke out of the worst of the crowd to see the other man standing quietly and waiting for him. Even now, KyuHyun still thought the warm red blouse and fringed black skirt suited HeeChul, the colors bringing out the pale glow of his skin and the dark brilliance of his eyes. Immediately he held a hand out to HeeChul.
"Ready to go?" he asked, moving nearer until his other hand was braced along the wall to one side of HeeChul's tumbled shiny curls.
HeeChul's eyes were drawn as if KyuHyun exuded some sort of eyeball magnetic field and he licked his glossy lips, no longer concerned about removing his lipstick. In a single word, KyuHyun was simply, edible. He smiled at KyuHyun and reached out to accept the hand offered. "Just need my jacket and bag from coat check," HeeChul said. He tilted his head back against the wall as KyuHyun began to slowly but not very subtly crowd him into the wall.
"Was there something else?" HeeChul asked a bit pointedly. He could tell what KyuHyun was thinking, at least enough to be in the right ballpark but he wasn't going to make this that much easier for the other man, no matter how hot he was. Which...was very, he had to admit.
"Would you mind very much if I kissed you, right here?" KyuHyun asked. He was leaning very near to HeeChul, near enough that he could feel the other man's body heat and the light brush of leather fringe against his body. He tilted his head to one side, admiring HeeChul with intense concentration as if he were some kind of living, breathing work of art. Which, as far as KyuHyun was concerned, he pretty much was.
HeeChul's eyes flashed with something and his mouth crooked. "What would you do if I said I did mind, you pervy man?" HeeChul countered and widened his eyes in an imitation of girlish surprise and innocence. In his head he was laughing, but he hadn't decided if it was at himself for the way his nerves were jumping or at KyuHyun for being so easy to anticipate.
KyuHyun chuckled. "I'd pout, and back off, like the gentleman I am," he answered, already pulling back a short distance. "I can wait," he added more seriously. "For a while."
HeeChul's hand shot out and gathered folds of the soft shirt under KyuHyun's cardigan in his fist. He pulled, not too hard but firmly enough to make it clear he was serious. "I said what if, I didn't say no," he grumbled. "At least in this get up we don't have to be worried about someone staring at us," or worse he added silently.
"If they are, it's just because you are so fucking beautiful," KyuHyun said, letting HeeChul's grip draw him back closer, close enough this time that their bodies made contact, lightly but the sensation was still incendiary. "No one blames me at all for wanting to taste you, I'm sure." The touch of HeeChul's slightly smaller body against his own was doing the most illegal things to his senses, KyuHyun decided, trying to remember how to breathe.
"Flatterer," HeeChul snapped weakly. His heart wasn't really in it, not when KyuHyun was leaning over him and if he just lifted up a half inch more in these ridiculous shoes, their mouths would brush against each other. "If I'm beautiful then your name should be next to the word handsome in the dictionary," he retorted while his pulse hammered in his wrists. "I don't usually go someplace quieter with someone I just met, you know." Waiting for the kiss that was coming was a small but fiendish torture, HeeChul felt, but he didn't lift that half inch, waiting instead.
"Mmm," KyuHyun said and pressed in against HeeChul just another fraction of an inch, rewarded when the other man made a small hungry little noise then cursed at him. "I know you're the picky type, your clothes say that, HeeChul," he said into the snappish words that he sensed were brought on by the same sudden flare of frustration that KyuHyun himself felt.
HeeChul closed his eyes. He absolutely was not giving in first, even when it meant he could have that kissable mouth on his own. He was not going to move to crush their bodies together, he was not going to kiss KyuHyun first. Resisting the urge was not something HeeChul was much familiar with; he was definitely the sort of person who got what he wanted when he wanted it. HeeChul's fingers slid on the smooth wall behind him seeking for something to hang onto.
"Don't forget it," he started to say only to feel KyuHyun's lips on his own. They were very warm, soft, a little dry and they were brushing sweetly back and forth over his closed lips. It was perhaps the most innocent kiss he'd had since he was about twelve, and yet it had the power to inflame.
KyuHyun chose to move slowly even though his instincts were pressing on him to simply toss HeeChul over his shoulder like a caveman and drag him back to the apartment for some primitive recreation. He slid his tongue out to trace the shape of thin but sensuous lips, rewarded when they parted to invite him to taste inside HeeChul's mouth. Immediately he was swamped by a tantalizingly brief suck on his tongue and then the twining of HeeChul's own tongue with his.
Before he knew it, his fingers were curled into fists on the wall and he was kissing HeeChul hard, deep, passionate, over and over with only brief gasping pauses to breathe. And yet, even then, he kept a certain distance, not crowding the other man into the wall until not a slip of paper could get between them as he wanted to do. Eventually it dawned on him that HeeChul was gently pushing at his shoulders, even though the other's kisses continued to meet his own. KyuHyun pulled away reluctantly a small but crucial distance and sighed.
"I think we really need some privacy, don't you?" he asked softly.
HeeChul could have fed from KyuHyun's mouth as if it contained some unknown nectar needed to allow him to live. He was unlike any other man HeeChul had kissed before, going slowly and yet firmly, indicating his preferences without needing an explanation. KyuHyun's tongue was a wicked thing, coiling with HeeChul's own and making him long to drag KyuHyun closer, force him to kiss HeeChul harder. And then, he did kiss harder, press a fraction closer. It was luscious, and HeeChul had all he could do not to pull those slim hips of KyuHyun's in against himself, not to grind blatantly against the other man in a way that would probably get them both banned.
KyuHyun pulled back and HeeChul ground his teeth, letting the other man shift discreetly away from him. The quiet words, soft and deep drew HeeChul's eyes back to KyuHyun's face. The other man's skin was slightly flushed, his eyes gleaming under slightly lowered dark lashes.
HeeChul sighed but nodded, one corner of his mouth lifting again in wry amusement. "I think so."
KyuHyun stepped back further, giving HeeChul room to move away from the wall, but this time his arm slid around the smaller man's waist in a silently possessive gesture that made HeeChul undecided about whether he wanted to smack the arm away or cuddle closer. He settled for allowing it to stay.
Not sure how it happened, KyuHyun made his way back up the spiraling steps with HeeChul beside him. He never remembered a single step. All of his attention was for the warm pressure of HeeChul's body against his side and the whiff of expensive perfume mingled deliciously with the more earthy fragrance of HeeChul's skin. KyuHyun struggled to keep a silly smile off his face and to avoid running into anyone. He glanced at his companion from time to time and was greeted mostly by the sight of HeeChul's tumbled curls.
Stopping at the coat check, he slid over his claim and watched HeeChul lean over the counter and whisper something to the girl behind it. She smiled at both of them with a hint of curiousity in her eyes, politely suppressing it while she unwrapped KyuHyun's leather jacket then produced a sumptuous velvet one for HeeChul.
Laying aside his own for the present, KyuHyun picked up the velvet one. "Allow me, please," he said and held it for HeeChul to slide his arms in his sleeves. Even now, KyuHyun couldn't deny the way HeeChul tossed his head in girlish fashion and slid his arms into the sleeves as if people held his coat for him all the time was attractive. The man was definitely full of the most intriguing contradictions and sensuous angles.
HeeChul smiled at KyuHyun, giving him a quick flirtatious wink as he pulled his hair out from under the collar of the coat and turned towards the other man. Nimble fingers were tying the sash. "Thank you," he said simply.
Meanwhile, a stylish barrel shaped over night bag was set on the counter for HeeChul while KyuHyun was sliding on his own coat. HeeChul leaned over to take a discreet sniff at the combination of KyuHyun and costly leather. The leather not only looked but smelled expensive and HeeChul wondered why KyuHyun didn't just wear the jacket without bothering with shirt or sweater then mentally smacked himself for porntastic thoughts. It was freezing outside. KyuHyun spoke to the girl but HeeChul didn't pay much attention to what he said, too busy carefully acting demure instead of grabbing the other man's ass as he wanted to do.
KyuHyun smiled at HeeChul and lifted his brows at the sort of dainty sniff the other man had taken. "Ready?" he asked and picked up HeeChul's bag for him, just as he would have done if HeeChul had really been a woman. "My car should be waiting outside for us."
"Yes, I'm ready," HeeChul answered softly and slipped his hand through KyuHyun's elbow. Ready? I'll show you ready, you fucking sexy thing as soon as we get where we are going. he thought then smiled to cover the smirk trying to rise to his lips.
KyuHyun smothered his own smile looking into HeeChul's eyes then turned away, guiding "her" out through the foyer to the door and onto the cold street where valet parking should be bringing his car around any second. He didn't need the gift of telepathy to know that his and HeeChul's thoughts were working in tandem. Something along the lines of privacy, quiet, clothes OFF and then the rest was a sort of heated blur in his brain.
He kept HeeChul's hand in his own as he handed over the claim check that identified him as the owner of the very expensive luxury car rolling up to the curb. It was silver and sleek and KyuHyun loved that car like other people loved their dogs or cats. And he suddenly had a blinding vision of HeeChul's sensuous lines and angles spread out all over the hood and nearly strangled to keep the idea from making him moan out loud. KyuHyun squeezed HeeChul's hand and was rewarded by the knowing gleam in HeeChul's eyes.
"I know what you're thinking," HeeChul said, keeping his voice low as he was escorted around to the passenger side of the car and handed into it to sit down. "You're thinking something indescribably dirty about me and this car, aren't you?" He rather loved that slightly strained look on KyuHyun's face and smoothed down his skirt over politely crossed legs.
"How did you..." KyuHyun began and just shook his head.
The door closed on HeeChul's side and he smirked to himself. He knew because he had also been thinking dirty things about the two of them and this unbelievable automobile. Anyone would want to have sex with it. It was vehicular sex and now HeeChul tried even harder to figure KyuHyun out as he slid into the driver seat and shut the door on the two of them in the rising warmth.
"Should I expect your someplace quieter to be as spectacular as this literal sex on wheels?" HeeChul asked conversationally as KyuHyun put the car into gear and carefully pulled out into traffic. A chuckle was HeeChul's only answer at first so he sat back and determined to enjoy the journey. That didn't stop him from sneaking his hand over to slide his palm over KyuHyun's jeans covered thigh though.
"Careful," KyuHyun said but his voice seemed deeper and he didn't push HeeChul's hand away. They were stopped for a traffic light. "I'd like to arrive at my place all in one piece. Then you can grope me all you like," he turned his head to flash a dazzling smile at HeeChul then cast his gaze back to the roadway ahead.
"Tease," HeeChul accused and gave the thigh under his hand a squeeze. Another laugh answered him but HeeChul was satisfied with that, letting KyuHyun concentrate on his driving. He'd been through one accident, that was more than sufficient for him.
Within twenty minutes, KyuHyun was guiding the car into the underground garage that went with the apartment building he lived in. It was a high rise and they would take an elevator up to his home. He parked in his allotted spot then turned to his passenger, who had been silent for several minutes now. "HeeChul?" he asked, reaching over to push dark tousled hair back so he could see the other man's sculpted profile.
"Yes?" HeeChul asked, turning his head into KyuHyun's palm and smiling slowly. "Did you think I'd fallen asleep on you? That would suck for you as I'm pretty sure I weigh more than the usual damsel in distress."
"HeeChul," KyuHyun repeated, laughing a little. "You are ...unique," he said. "Let's get you upstairs where it's warmer." As he spoke, KyuHyun cracked open the door and got out of the car. A little squeaking bing noise made the trunk open and he fetched HeeChul's bag from it before he circled around to open the door for HeeChul.
"I'm not really a girl, you remember this right?" HeeChul said with playful snarkiness, allowing himself to be helped out of the car anyway.
"Oh, believe me, I remember," KyuHyun answered. "I distinctly felt your cock against my hipbone earlier. That's kind of something you don't forget," he said with mock sweetness, nevertheless wrapping his free arm around HeeChul's waist and pulling him close for the walk to the elevator.
"Then why, may I ask, are you ...you...doing all this," HeeChul asked, annoyed when he couldn't seem to find a good way to phrase what he meant. Perhaps it was the fact that KyuHyun's body felt warm and strong and smelt delicious against his side that kept his brain from working quite right.
KyuHyun didn't answer for the few moments it took him to punch in his code and for them to step into the elevator. They would ride up instantly to his floor from here. Once inside, he smiled at HeeChul and shrugged. "Maybe I just like spoiling you, you are so very touchable and spoilable, I think." he said, eyes on HeeChul's face.
Inside, HeeChul's heart flipped in his chest. It was true he usually demanded to be spoiled and cossetted and taken care of by the rest of his weirdo self-created family. He got his way most of the time. Still, no one had ever actually said they wanted to spoil him. He rolled his eyes at KyuHyun to cover the funny way he was feeling and snorted. "Ohhhh, I see. It has nothing to do with wanting to get into my panties, does it?"
"HeeChul," KyuHyun said and reached out to touch HeeChul's cheek. "That part doesn't hurt. But I think I'd feel this way even without the ...incentive." The elevator was moving under them now and in a short time the doors opened on a tiled hallway lined with doors at spacious intervals. "Almost there," he added and guided HeeChul out of the elevator and along the corridor.
Sputtering a bit, unable to find a decent response, HeeChul kept quiet and let himself simply lean against KyuHyun as they walked. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant occupation after all. He didn't need to look at KyuHyun's face to know the other man was looking far too pleased with himself.
A brief moment at the door for KyuHyun to unlock it and HeeChul stepped inside the apartment, taking a good look around him while KyuHyun set his bag inside the door and shut it behind them with a snapping click.
It was much warmer and softer looking than HeeChul had expected, all soft cream tones with touches of zebra print and a wide bank of windows overlooking the city skyline. It was also smaller, the living area a step or two sunken past the entry way with a bar and kitchen to one side. Beyond the living area, HeeChul glimpsed an open door that he assumed meant the bedroom. At about that point, warm hands descended on his shoulders and turned him around.
"Allow me," KyuHyun said. He'd spent the last few moments simply admiring HeeChul's straight back and slender frame while he put his own coat away and locked the door. Now he reached to untie the satin sash holding the velvet coat closed at his waist and then slid his fingertips inside it to ease it off HeeChul's shoulders and laid it on the chair near the door. "I really can't quite decide," he went on as he knelt in front of HeeChul and began to work the buckles holding one ankle boot in place.
"Decide what exactly," HeeChul asked, wondering why he felt so suddenly breathless. He balanced himself with a hand on KyuHyun's shoulder as the boot was removed from his foot and set aside. Now he was off balance in more than one sense, but he allowed KyuHyun to work on the second boot.
"On whether I want to strip you slowly, or tear all your clothes off right now," KyuHyun answered, his voice conversational but the look in his eyes smoldering when he looked up at HeeChul.
HeeChul couldn't help it, even though the words were sending ripples of heat through him, accompanied as they were by that hot look, they also caused a laugh to spill from his lips. "As exciting as the idea of you ripping my clothes off might be," he began, pausing to slide his foot out of the second boot. "I really can't allow it. My...brother would have a tantrum if you destroyed the clothes he spent so much time and energy finding for me." He stroked his fingers over KyuHyun's jaw and down his throat.
For a moment, KyuHyun couldn't imagine what was funny about what he had said until HeeChul explained. He smiled and shrugged at the other man then slipped his own fingers along HeeChul's calves and thighs, trailing lightly over the tights covering skin and bone until he'd reached under the really lovely fringed mini to find the waist band of the tights. "I could offer to buy you more," he suggested, then began to inch the tights back down off HeeChul's body, taking care to touch nothing but the fabric on the way.
"You can't offer to do the shopping involved, KyuHyun," HeeChul replied. He was standing very still, letting KyuHyun undress him like some sort of life sized doll. It really wasn't like him. He was the sort to strip himself in seconds and then attack his partner's clothing as if it were an offense. This slow disrobing was making his skin tingle and prickle with goose bumps and his breathing to hitch and his cock to positively ache inside the concoction of lace he'd been wearing for what seemed like an eternity.
KyuHyun made a face. "I suppose not," he agreed, pausing for HeeChul to step out of the tights too. He stood up then and stepped around behind HeeChul, brushing the dark hair aside so he could press his lips against the side of HeeChul's neck. "Am I moving too slowly for you?" he asked, nipping at the warm skin while his hands caressed HeeChul's shoulders then down his sides in light sweeps.
HeeChul found himself swaying, leaning into KyuHyun's body behind him. It was as if he was in some kind of molten trance state. His breathing hitched at the slide of warm lips against his skin, then teeth dragging enough to make his nerves spike with sensation. Then hands on him, KyuHyun had talent he thought. "Brat," he muttered after a pause. "I know what you're up to," HeeChul said.
"What am I up to?" KyuHyun asked, smiling to himself against HeeChul's skin then letting his palms slide under the beaded top to feel warm skin and the shape of bones along HeeChul's ribcage. As his hands moved, they took the top with them.
HeeChul didn't answer. If KyuHyun thought HeeChul would be the first to break at this little game, he had a very big surprise ahead. HeeChul didn't like to lose and rarely did so. Obligingly, he held his arms up, again reminded of being a child when he did so. "Just so we're clear," he said when his head and torso emerged from beneath the top. "I don't usually let someone else dress and undress me like I'm a doll. In case you have any weird ideas," he eyed KyuHyun sidelong from under his lashes.
KyuHyun laughed and stepped around in front of HeeChul, and unclasping the front close bra with really far too much expertise for HeeChul's liking. It too was laid along with the rest of HeeChul's clothing. "I won't ask you to humor me again then," he promised. "I just wanted to see the transformation, slowly. The change from the feminine HeeChul to the masculine HeeChul."
KyuHyun's eyes dropped and it was obvious he liked the sight of HeeChul's bared chest, the nimble fingers moving lightly in circles over his skin and traveling from shoulder down to stomach and the waistband of the skirt. "It really is...amazing how good you look either way," KyuHyun breathed with admiration in his voice.
HeeChul shivered, the sincere and passionate look on the other man's face was intensely beautiful. He couldn't smile, make a joke when KyuHyun was looking at him like that so he said nothing as the button and zipper on the skirt were found. Once loosened they slid down, needing only a little help as the leather and fringe checked at his thighs then dropped to his feet. That left him bare except for the insane and tight little lace and satin boy shorts he'd worn with the rest of the get up.
KyuHyun's breath hitched in his chest. He really couldn't help himself, naturally his gaze zeroed in on the straining bulge under those little underpants. That, he decided with a dizzyingly fiery burst of lust spilling through his blood and senses, was a decidedly masculine part of HeeChul's body. He stood up and stared into HeeChul's eyes.
The way KyuHyun looked at him was different, just like the way he treated HeeChul was different. It was maddening, that difference, because it made him feel things. It was terrifying, HeeChul admitted, at least to himself - but it was also exciting.
"My turn," HeeChul rasped and took hold of KyuHyun's hand, tugging him across the living area and into the bedroom. "I am going to fuck your brains out," he added, once they were near the very welcoming looking bed.
"Oh really," KyuHyun challenged though he really didn't know why. Sure, HeeChul was a little slighter and less muscled than himself but the difference wasn't so much that he couldn't imagine HeeChul topping should he decide to do so. But on the other hand...there was something about HeeChul that seemed to invite challenges.
KyuHyun stood still as HeeChul made short work of first pushing his cardigan off his shoulders and then skimmed his way down the buttons on KyuHyun's shirt. "Yes," HeeChul announced, glancing into KyuHyun's face and then back down to the task at hand. "I am. And you are going to love it." Only common courtesy was keeping him from tearing at KyuHyun's clothes, the tiny buttons were frustrating despite his utmost concentration on each one.
There was silence from KyuHyun a moment. "We'll see," he said then and then HeeChul watched the long fingers come into his line of sight and rather casually tear open the shirt so that buttons flew across the carpeted floor. "Is that better?" KyuHyun asked.
HeeChul narrowed his eyes at KyuHyun but said nothing. If he said anything then KyuHyun would know HeeChul was breathless with a new frisson of lust falling over him at the sight of the bare chest in front of him. Was the man truly sculpted like a piece of living marble? It wasn't that KyuHyun was over muscled by any means but what he was ...was ...well...practically perfect. Damn it. Still, HeeChul wasn't going to give up the opportunity to slide his palms hungrily over the smooth skin offered to him and he pushed the shirt off of KyuHyun's shoulders, ignoring where it landed.
"That is better," he said smugly and smiled at KyuHyun. He leaned forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss right on the line of KyuHyun's sternum, trailing his tongue lightly. He was pleased at the small but very audible hitch in KyuHyun's breathing when he pulled back.
"These have to go too," HeeChul went on and because he didn't care about things like playing fair, he dropped one hand to slide straight down the line of KyuHyun's tight jeans to caress the shape of KyuHyun's erection through the fabric. "They are in my way," he complained, then smiled sweetly into KyuHyun's eyes. "Too bad I can't just cut these jeans right off you."
"HeeChul," KyuHyun said softly. He hadn't intended to speak, to say the other man's name into the burning air between them but the single word escaped. The warm palm massaging, teasing his throbbing cock felt delectably knowing, and the need to get out of his clothes and get into HeeChul's sexy body intensified exponentially. The thought of a pair of scissors in HeeChul's hand, the small cuts through tough denim that could take all night made his skin almost sizzle.
"Yes?" HeeChul asked, he'd discovered the button and zip that fastened the tight pants to KyuHyun's hips and was easing them open with slow care. It was almost like unwrapping a present, HeeChul thought, trying to hide how unsteady and needy he felt. "It might take me hours to cut these off you, snip by snip. Think you could wait that long?" HeeChul asked, knowing he was being provoking and pleased beyond words when KyuHyun gave him a long steam heated stare.
"Could you?" KyuHyun challenged. They were both inches from snapping, KyuHyun thought, hoped. It was only a matter of time before one of them lost whatever this game was called and they finally tumbled across his bed.
HeeChul licked his lips and didn't answer, instead dropping with grace to his knees and pulling KyuHyun's jeans with him. He paused to help KyuHyun out of the clinging denim then tilted his head up to admire the lines and curves of KyuHyun's body. "You filthy little tease," HeeChul purred, trembling with positive joy at discovering the other man wasn't wearing a stitch under those jeans.
"If I was really a girl would you have fucked me right there in the club?" HeeChul asked, reaching up and sliding his nails along the inside of one of KyuHyun's thighs.
"Only if you asked me to, very nicely," KyuHyun answered, carefully enunciating each word and forcing his eyes to remain open and staring down at HeeChul's face which now wore a tantalizing and devilish expression.
HeeChul grinned. "I know how to ask very nicely when I want to," he whispered, and stood up again, one hand going without fail to the satisfyingly hard length of KyuHyun's cock. "Shall I ask now?" In a lightning quick change of mood, HeeChul was tired of playing -who breaks first- and was ready for -ravish me now, please-.
KyuHyun wondered if he could get away with chaining this man to his bed for the foreseeable future. "Not yet," he answered, drawling the words as he moved to push HeeChul down on the bed. "Lube's in the drawer there," KyuHyun added, tilting his chin towards the right one. "Get ready for me, and then ask," he said, the words not quite an order. There was something in his tone, in his body language that sent a message to HeeChul.
HeeChul hesitated, he was genuinely torn between getting KyuHyun in him and putting himself in KyuHyun and he couldn't have it both ways. The message was recieved, HeeChul could have this either way, whatever he wanted. He swallowed hard, wiggled out of those damned lace panties and reached to open the drawer. "You're driving me crazy," HeeChul confessed as he found the tube he was looking for.
"Likewise," KyuHyun answered, his hand gripping one of the bedposts all that was keeping him on his feet.
"You've barely touched me and I really think I'd do anything you wanted me to right now," HeeChul went on. As he spoke, he slicked up his fingers then turned around, bracing himself on his free hand so that KyuHyun could see exactly what he was doing. One fingers slid into himself, nice and slow and HeeChul's breathing hitched and a moan dragged out of him.
"Again, likewise," KyuHyun repeated, his eyes glued to the sinfully erotic sight before him. "Fucking...gorgeous," he murmured roughly. "How can you be so damned sexy?"
HeeChul arched his back without answering, sliding two fingers into himself harder, deeper. Now all he wanted was to put on a show so incendiary that KyuHyun could not, would not hold back from him another instant. He whimpered, not bothering to conceal how good this felt to him, closing his eyes against the buzzing burn rippling through him. "Like...like what you see?" he forced out.
KyuHyun knew that any second whatever self-control he might have laid claim to at one point in time was about to snap like a worn out rope. His mind and senses were full of nothing but HeeChul. "Too much," he rasped, fighting to get air into his lungs. "Keep this up and I'll forget about being gentle," KyuHyun warned, grinding his teeth.
One more finger slipped in to join the other two and HeeChul whimpered again, louder. "Good," he managed hoarsely. "Now will you pretty please fuck me?" HeeChul added, remembering what he'd said earlier about asking.
The words were barely off his tongue before HeeChul found himself being covered by a very hot, very warm, very sexy body. "You want it like this?" KyuHyun demanded in his ear, forcing HeeChul's fingers free of his own body and pinning them to the sheets beneath them. "Tell me now." KyuHyun's hard cock was nestled into the cleft of HeeChul's ass, nearly at exactly the right point to push inside and HeeChul could almost feel the way the other man's erection throbbed with every quickened heartbeat.
HeeChul really couldn't answer, he was speechless with the frantic lust beating in his body and mind. He arched his back instead like a cat, rubbing himself invitingly, hungrily against the man crouched over him. HeeChul heard a smothered curse and then KyuHyun was pushing into him and the burn of pain at the stretch was nothing against the wave of truly decadent pleasure that followed it. HeeChul moaned helplessly, pushing himself back until KyuHyun's hands held him still at the hips.
"No, don't stop!" The words came out of his mouth without any communication with HeeChul's brain.
"Couldn't stop if I wanted to," KyuHyun growled back but his hands still held tight to HeeChul's hips. "If you keep moving like that this will be over way too soon."
It was taking every iota of KyuHyun's considerable will power to keep to a slower pace, to keep from simply thrusting like something wild into the slick tight heat of HeeChul's delicious body. He dropped his head, pressing his face into the line of HeeChul's spine between the shoulder blades and finally finished that first unbearably long slow thrust as far as he could get. He went still for a moment despite the protests and curses falling from HeeChul's mouth, despite the way the other man fought KyuHyun's grip.
That was the moment to begin the achingly prolonged withdrawal while HeeChul began to keen in feverish desire. KyuHyun ground his teeth harder, wondering why they weren't stubs by this time, counting seconds inside his head. A few seconds more, and then he could start pushing inside again, harder, faster this time.
HeeChul was begging and his pride was forgotten in the moment. Nothing mattered as much as this man torturing him with slow slow withdrawal that made him want to scream. He clawed at the sheets, swore furiously, promised all sorts of retribution but KyuHyun could not be hurried. The next thrust was harder and seemed impossibly deeper and oh god, just a little faster. "Yes, please, yes, need it," HeeChul carolled, barely able to breathe or see or think. KyuHyun was good, so good and HeeChul saw spangles behind his closed eyelids as KyuHyun's cock hit his prostate just so.
Another withdrawal, another thrust and each time a little faster. KyuHyun felt the burning pleasure welling up inside him with each careful motion of his hips. HeeChul seemed to do some impossibly wicked thing with his muscles that made KyuHyun's vision strobe out and his muscles go tight with need. Their bodies were now glued together almost like one person and KyuHyun sat back on his knees, drawing HeeChul up with him.
The movement separated them briefly and then HeeChul was impaling himself on KyuHyun's hard length and squirming.
HeeChul thought wildly that he was never, ever going to forget what this man could do to him. In this position, HeeChul wondered why he didn't taste that cock of KyuHyun's in his throat, he was so deep inside. He rolled his hips, taking more control this way as KyuHyun's hands slid all over him, finally falling to curve a fist around HeeChul's own neglected cock.
At that point, nothing except death could have stopped HeeChul. He moved, unrepentantly riding KyuHyun's cock fast and nearly violent, counting on KyuHyun's arm around him to keep them pinned together. HeeChul felt biting kisses on his shoulders and back and neck and hoped fiercely that they bruised, left visible marks that they had been this good together.
KyuHyun knew he was marking HeeChul, bruising him in a way that was hardly civilized but he couldn't stop himself. He wanted HeeChul to remember this as fully as KyuHyun knew that he would himself. Every muscle in his body felt tight with straining, the spiraling, burning, twisting rise towards climax seeming to go on and on forever until he felt as strung out as an addict with wanting. He could feel that HeeChul felt just as desperate by the way he moved, by the way he cursed and gasped and whimpered in tandem with KyuHyun's more controlled noises. His hand tightened on HeeChul's length, covered with sticky drops of HeeChul's pre-come.
"Come for me, HeeChul," KyuHyun whispered, pleading more than ordering. He needed to see and feel and hear the other splintering apart with ecstasy.
HeeChul had heard and felt and experienced a lot of intensely erotic things in his short life but not one of them seemed to press his buttons quite as hard as KyuHyun's hoarse voice, not asking HeeChul to get KyuHyun off but asking him to release himself. It was...impossible to resist and his body was convulsing before the thought was even fully formed. His head fell back on KyuHyun's shoulder and his hips jerked as the lush waves of his orgasm crashed over him and his body spilled and spilled over KyuHyun's warm hand until he was nearly screaming with it.
KyuHyun cried out HeeChul's name, the tight space his cock occupied seeming to clench around him even tighter. He could feel the spasms running through the other man's body and gave himself up to the same rhythmic ripples rising within him as well. His eyes closed and his whole being narrowed to the sudden crash of orgasmic pulses through his system. Not once though did he let go of HeeChul's body against him, not once did he stop kissing HeeChul's narrow shoulder and KyuHyun found himself still holding HeeChul close to him when the pulses let up at last.
"My God," HeeChul murmured, little trembling aftershocks making him shake still. He wouldn't swear that was the best orgasm of his life but it certainly ranked up there. "We're doing that again..." As he spoke, he turned his head and smiled with heart stopping warmth at KyuHyun.
"Soon," KyuHyun answered with a tired laugh, easing them both down on the mattress and also easing them apart. "You okay," he asked as he wrestled to get sheets and blankets over himself and HeeChul.
"If I was any better, this room would be some very weird mixture of heaven and hell," HeeChul said, outright giggling as he turned to face KyuHyun and snuggled against him.
"I...think I'll take that as a compliment."
HeeChul kissed KyuHyun softly, a kiss full of promise and warmth and secrets. "You should," he said in such a soft tone very few people would even have recognized it as coming from his mouth.
KyuHyun only laughed and held HeeChul closer. He knew there were still things HeeChul hadn't told him, beginning with why he was dressed as a female to why he seemed so knowledgeable about the club. There would be time to discover those things, KyuHyun promised himself.
This monster took me six days to write! I hope you enjoy it.
For those of you who may be interested or just plain as geektastic and visual as I am about things. While I couldn't do some other things I messed about with polyvore and had fun picking out their clothes. I am a nutjob, I know..
This is the post that shows what Kyuhyun in this fic is wearing.
This is the post that shows what Heechul in this fic is wearing.
Pairing: KyuHyun/?
Length: 11455
Genre: Mysterious Dramatic Romance AU
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Singer and DJ Cho KyuHyun visits a new club where he's been invited to spin. He meets an intriguing stranger there. Partly inspired by listening to Club No1 on repeat. Shoot me now.
Author's Note: As it says above, this is an AU. KyuHyun is a successful singer/dj. He meets someone gorgeous, odd and different at a club and the rest, as they say, is history. Please remember that things are not always what they seem :D And yes, we're pretending that a successful singer/dj wouldn't get mobbed everywhere he went. :) This is not a KyuHyun/OC Fic. Keep reading! Enjoy the mystery. I promise you will not be sorry. Remember my OTP
Still he felt himself smiling warmly when he broke out of the worst of the crowd to see the other man standing quietly and waiting for him. Even now, KyuHyun still thought the warm red blouse and fringed black skirt suited HeeChul, the colors bringing out the pale glow of his skin and the dark brilliance of his eyes. Immediately he held a hand out to HeeChul.
"Ready to go?" he asked, moving nearer until his other hand was braced along the wall to one side of HeeChul's tumbled shiny curls.
HeeChul's eyes were drawn as if KyuHyun exuded some sort of eyeball magnetic field and he licked his glossy lips, no longer concerned about removing his lipstick. In a single word, KyuHyun was simply, edible. He smiled at KyuHyun and reached out to accept the hand offered. "Just need my jacket and bag from coat check," HeeChul said. He tilted his head back against the wall as KyuHyun began to slowly but not very subtly crowd him into the wall.
"Was there something else?" HeeChul asked a bit pointedly. He could tell what KyuHyun was thinking, at least enough to be in the right ballpark but he wasn't going to make this that much easier for the other man, no matter how hot he was. Which...was very, he had to admit.
"Would you mind very much if I kissed you, right here?" KyuHyun asked. He was leaning very near to HeeChul, near enough that he could feel the other man's body heat and the light brush of leather fringe against his body. He tilted his head to one side, admiring HeeChul with intense concentration as if he were some kind of living, breathing work of art. Which, as far as KyuHyun was concerned, he pretty much was.
HeeChul's eyes flashed with something and his mouth crooked. "What would you do if I said I did mind, you pervy man?" HeeChul countered and widened his eyes in an imitation of girlish surprise and innocence. In his head he was laughing, but he hadn't decided if it was at himself for the way his nerves were jumping or at KyuHyun for being so easy to anticipate.
KyuHyun chuckled. "I'd pout, and back off, like the gentleman I am," he answered, already pulling back a short distance. "I can wait," he added more seriously. "For a while."
HeeChul's hand shot out and gathered folds of the soft shirt under KyuHyun's cardigan in his fist. He pulled, not too hard but firmly enough to make it clear he was serious. "I said what if, I didn't say no," he grumbled. "At least in this get up we don't have to be worried about someone staring at us," or worse he added silently.
"If they are, it's just because you are so fucking beautiful," KyuHyun said, letting HeeChul's grip draw him back closer, close enough this time that their bodies made contact, lightly but the sensation was still incendiary. "No one blames me at all for wanting to taste you, I'm sure." The touch of HeeChul's slightly smaller body against his own was doing the most illegal things to his senses, KyuHyun decided, trying to remember how to breathe.
"Flatterer," HeeChul snapped weakly. His heart wasn't really in it, not when KyuHyun was leaning over him and if he just lifted up a half inch more in these ridiculous shoes, their mouths would brush against each other. "If I'm beautiful then your name should be next to the word handsome in the dictionary," he retorted while his pulse hammered in his wrists. "I don't usually go someplace quieter with someone I just met, you know." Waiting for the kiss that was coming was a small but fiendish torture, HeeChul felt, but he didn't lift that half inch, waiting instead.
"Mmm," KyuHyun said and pressed in against HeeChul just another fraction of an inch, rewarded when the other man made a small hungry little noise then cursed at him. "I know you're the picky type, your clothes say that, HeeChul," he said into the snappish words that he sensed were brought on by the same sudden flare of frustration that KyuHyun himself felt.
HeeChul closed his eyes. He absolutely was not giving in first, even when it meant he could have that kissable mouth on his own. He was not going to move to crush their bodies together, he was not going to kiss KyuHyun first. Resisting the urge was not something HeeChul was much familiar with; he was definitely the sort of person who got what he wanted when he wanted it. HeeChul's fingers slid on the smooth wall behind him seeking for something to hang onto.
"Don't forget it," he started to say only to feel KyuHyun's lips on his own. They were very warm, soft, a little dry and they were brushing sweetly back and forth over his closed lips. It was perhaps the most innocent kiss he'd had since he was about twelve, and yet it had the power to inflame.
KyuHyun chose to move slowly even though his instincts were pressing on him to simply toss HeeChul over his shoulder like a caveman and drag him back to the apartment for some primitive recreation. He slid his tongue out to trace the shape of thin but sensuous lips, rewarded when they parted to invite him to taste inside HeeChul's mouth. Immediately he was swamped by a tantalizingly brief suck on his tongue and then the twining of HeeChul's own tongue with his.
Before he knew it, his fingers were curled into fists on the wall and he was kissing HeeChul hard, deep, passionate, over and over with only brief gasping pauses to breathe. And yet, even then, he kept a certain distance, not crowding the other man into the wall until not a slip of paper could get between them as he wanted to do. Eventually it dawned on him that HeeChul was gently pushing at his shoulders, even though the other's kisses continued to meet his own. KyuHyun pulled away reluctantly a small but crucial distance and sighed.
"I think we really need some privacy, don't you?" he asked softly.
HeeChul could have fed from KyuHyun's mouth as if it contained some unknown nectar needed to allow him to live. He was unlike any other man HeeChul had kissed before, going slowly and yet firmly, indicating his preferences without needing an explanation. KyuHyun's tongue was a wicked thing, coiling with HeeChul's own and making him long to drag KyuHyun closer, force him to kiss HeeChul harder. And then, he did kiss harder, press a fraction closer. It was luscious, and HeeChul had all he could do not to pull those slim hips of KyuHyun's in against himself, not to grind blatantly against the other man in a way that would probably get them both banned.
KyuHyun pulled back and HeeChul ground his teeth, letting the other man shift discreetly away from him. The quiet words, soft and deep drew HeeChul's eyes back to KyuHyun's face. The other man's skin was slightly flushed, his eyes gleaming under slightly lowered dark lashes.
HeeChul sighed but nodded, one corner of his mouth lifting again in wry amusement. "I think so."
KyuHyun stepped back further, giving HeeChul room to move away from the wall, but this time his arm slid around the smaller man's waist in a silently possessive gesture that made HeeChul undecided about whether he wanted to smack the arm away or cuddle closer. He settled for allowing it to stay.
Not sure how it happened, KyuHyun made his way back up the spiraling steps with HeeChul beside him. He never remembered a single step. All of his attention was for the warm pressure of HeeChul's body against his side and the whiff of expensive perfume mingled deliciously with the more earthy fragrance of HeeChul's skin. KyuHyun struggled to keep a silly smile off his face and to avoid running into anyone. He glanced at his companion from time to time and was greeted mostly by the sight of HeeChul's tumbled curls.
Stopping at the coat check, he slid over his claim and watched HeeChul lean over the counter and whisper something to the girl behind it. She smiled at both of them with a hint of curiousity in her eyes, politely suppressing it while she unwrapped KyuHyun's leather jacket then produced a sumptuous velvet one for HeeChul.
Laying aside his own for the present, KyuHyun picked up the velvet one. "Allow me, please," he said and held it for HeeChul to slide his arms in his sleeves. Even now, KyuHyun couldn't deny the way HeeChul tossed his head in girlish fashion and slid his arms into the sleeves as if people held his coat for him all the time was attractive. The man was definitely full of the most intriguing contradictions and sensuous angles.
HeeChul smiled at KyuHyun, giving him a quick flirtatious wink as he pulled his hair out from under the collar of the coat and turned towards the other man. Nimble fingers were tying the sash. "Thank you," he said simply.
Meanwhile, a stylish barrel shaped over night bag was set on the counter for HeeChul while KyuHyun was sliding on his own coat. HeeChul leaned over to take a discreet sniff at the combination of KyuHyun and costly leather. The leather not only looked but smelled expensive and HeeChul wondered why KyuHyun didn't just wear the jacket without bothering with shirt or sweater then mentally smacked himself for porntastic thoughts. It was freezing outside. KyuHyun spoke to the girl but HeeChul didn't pay much attention to what he said, too busy carefully acting demure instead of grabbing the other man's ass as he wanted to do.
KyuHyun smiled at HeeChul and lifted his brows at the sort of dainty sniff the other man had taken. "Ready?" he asked and picked up HeeChul's bag for him, just as he would have done if HeeChul had really been a woman. "My car should be waiting outside for us."
"Yes, I'm ready," HeeChul answered softly and slipped his hand through KyuHyun's elbow. Ready? I'll show you ready, you fucking sexy thing as soon as we get where we are going. he thought then smiled to cover the smirk trying to rise to his lips.
KyuHyun smothered his own smile looking into HeeChul's eyes then turned away, guiding "her" out through the foyer to the door and onto the cold street where valet parking should be bringing his car around any second. He didn't need the gift of telepathy to know that his and HeeChul's thoughts were working in tandem. Something along the lines of privacy, quiet, clothes OFF and then the rest was a sort of heated blur in his brain.
He kept HeeChul's hand in his own as he handed over the claim check that identified him as the owner of the very expensive luxury car rolling up to the curb. It was silver and sleek and KyuHyun loved that car like other people loved their dogs or cats. And he suddenly had a blinding vision of HeeChul's sensuous lines and angles spread out all over the hood and nearly strangled to keep the idea from making him moan out loud. KyuHyun squeezed HeeChul's hand and was rewarded by the knowing gleam in HeeChul's eyes.
"I know what you're thinking," HeeChul said, keeping his voice low as he was escorted around to the passenger side of the car and handed into it to sit down. "You're thinking something indescribably dirty about me and this car, aren't you?" He rather loved that slightly strained look on KyuHyun's face and smoothed down his skirt over politely crossed legs.
"How did you..." KyuHyun began and just shook his head.
The door closed on HeeChul's side and he smirked to himself. He knew because he had also been thinking dirty things about the two of them and this unbelievable automobile. Anyone would want to have sex with it. It was vehicular sex and now HeeChul tried even harder to figure KyuHyun out as he slid into the driver seat and shut the door on the two of them in the rising warmth.
"Should I expect your someplace quieter to be as spectacular as this literal sex on wheels?" HeeChul asked conversationally as KyuHyun put the car into gear and carefully pulled out into traffic. A chuckle was HeeChul's only answer at first so he sat back and determined to enjoy the journey. That didn't stop him from sneaking his hand over to slide his palm over KyuHyun's jeans covered thigh though.
"Careful," KyuHyun said but his voice seemed deeper and he didn't push HeeChul's hand away. They were stopped for a traffic light. "I'd like to arrive at my place all in one piece. Then you can grope me all you like," he turned his head to flash a dazzling smile at HeeChul then cast his gaze back to the roadway ahead.
"Tease," HeeChul accused and gave the thigh under his hand a squeeze. Another laugh answered him but HeeChul was satisfied with that, letting KyuHyun concentrate on his driving. He'd been through one accident, that was more than sufficient for him.
Within twenty minutes, KyuHyun was guiding the car into the underground garage that went with the apartment building he lived in. It was a high rise and they would take an elevator up to his home. He parked in his allotted spot then turned to his passenger, who had been silent for several minutes now. "HeeChul?" he asked, reaching over to push dark tousled hair back so he could see the other man's sculpted profile.
"Yes?" HeeChul asked, turning his head into KyuHyun's palm and smiling slowly. "Did you think I'd fallen asleep on you? That would suck for you as I'm pretty sure I weigh more than the usual damsel in distress."
"HeeChul," KyuHyun repeated, laughing a little. "You are ...unique," he said. "Let's get you upstairs where it's warmer." As he spoke, KyuHyun cracked open the door and got out of the car. A little squeaking bing noise made the trunk open and he fetched HeeChul's bag from it before he circled around to open the door for HeeChul.
"I'm not really a girl, you remember this right?" HeeChul said with playful snarkiness, allowing himself to be helped out of the car anyway.
"Oh, believe me, I remember," KyuHyun answered. "I distinctly felt your cock against my hipbone earlier. That's kind of something you don't forget," he said with mock sweetness, nevertheless wrapping his free arm around HeeChul's waist and pulling him close for the walk to the elevator.
"Then why, may I ask, are you ...you...doing all this," HeeChul asked, annoyed when he couldn't seem to find a good way to phrase what he meant. Perhaps it was the fact that KyuHyun's body felt warm and strong and smelt delicious against his side that kept his brain from working quite right.
KyuHyun didn't answer for the few moments it took him to punch in his code and for them to step into the elevator. They would ride up instantly to his floor from here. Once inside, he smiled at HeeChul and shrugged. "Maybe I just like spoiling you, you are so very touchable and spoilable, I think." he said, eyes on HeeChul's face.
Inside, HeeChul's heart flipped in his chest. It was true he usually demanded to be spoiled and cossetted and taken care of by the rest of his weirdo self-created family. He got his way most of the time. Still, no one had ever actually said they wanted to spoil him. He rolled his eyes at KyuHyun to cover the funny way he was feeling and snorted. "Ohhhh, I see. It has nothing to do with wanting to get into my panties, does it?"
"HeeChul," KyuHyun said and reached out to touch HeeChul's cheek. "That part doesn't hurt. But I think I'd feel this way even without the ...incentive." The elevator was moving under them now and in a short time the doors opened on a tiled hallway lined with doors at spacious intervals. "Almost there," he added and guided HeeChul out of the elevator and along the corridor.
Sputtering a bit, unable to find a decent response, HeeChul kept quiet and let himself simply lean against KyuHyun as they walked. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant occupation after all. He didn't need to look at KyuHyun's face to know the other man was looking far too pleased with himself.
A brief moment at the door for KyuHyun to unlock it and HeeChul stepped inside the apartment, taking a good look around him while KyuHyun set his bag inside the door and shut it behind them with a snapping click.
It was much warmer and softer looking than HeeChul had expected, all soft cream tones with touches of zebra print and a wide bank of windows overlooking the city skyline. It was also smaller, the living area a step or two sunken past the entry way with a bar and kitchen to one side. Beyond the living area, HeeChul glimpsed an open door that he assumed meant the bedroom. At about that point, warm hands descended on his shoulders and turned him around.
"Allow me," KyuHyun said. He'd spent the last few moments simply admiring HeeChul's straight back and slender frame while he put his own coat away and locked the door. Now he reached to untie the satin sash holding the velvet coat closed at his waist and then slid his fingertips inside it to ease it off HeeChul's shoulders and laid it on the chair near the door. "I really can't quite decide," he went on as he knelt in front of HeeChul and began to work the buckles holding one ankle boot in place.
"Decide what exactly," HeeChul asked, wondering why he felt so suddenly breathless. He balanced himself with a hand on KyuHyun's shoulder as the boot was removed from his foot and set aside. Now he was off balance in more than one sense, but he allowed KyuHyun to work on the second boot.
"On whether I want to strip you slowly, or tear all your clothes off right now," KyuHyun answered, his voice conversational but the look in his eyes smoldering when he looked up at HeeChul.
HeeChul couldn't help it, even though the words were sending ripples of heat through him, accompanied as they were by that hot look, they also caused a laugh to spill from his lips. "As exciting as the idea of you ripping my clothes off might be," he began, pausing to slide his foot out of the second boot. "I really can't allow it. My...brother would have a tantrum if you destroyed the clothes he spent so much time and energy finding for me." He stroked his fingers over KyuHyun's jaw and down his throat.
For a moment, KyuHyun couldn't imagine what was funny about what he had said until HeeChul explained. He smiled and shrugged at the other man then slipped his own fingers along HeeChul's calves and thighs, trailing lightly over the tights covering skin and bone until he'd reached under the really lovely fringed mini to find the waist band of the tights. "I could offer to buy you more," he suggested, then began to inch the tights back down off HeeChul's body, taking care to touch nothing but the fabric on the way.
"You can't offer to do the shopping involved, KyuHyun," HeeChul replied. He was standing very still, letting KyuHyun undress him like some sort of life sized doll. It really wasn't like him. He was the sort to strip himself in seconds and then attack his partner's clothing as if it were an offense. This slow disrobing was making his skin tingle and prickle with goose bumps and his breathing to hitch and his cock to positively ache inside the concoction of lace he'd been wearing for what seemed like an eternity.
KyuHyun made a face. "I suppose not," he agreed, pausing for HeeChul to step out of the tights too. He stood up then and stepped around behind HeeChul, brushing the dark hair aside so he could press his lips against the side of HeeChul's neck. "Am I moving too slowly for you?" he asked, nipping at the warm skin while his hands caressed HeeChul's shoulders then down his sides in light sweeps.
HeeChul found himself swaying, leaning into KyuHyun's body behind him. It was as if he was in some kind of molten trance state. His breathing hitched at the slide of warm lips against his skin, then teeth dragging enough to make his nerves spike with sensation. Then hands on him, KyuHyun had talent he thought. "Brat," he muttered after a pause. "I know what you're up to," HeeChul said.
"What am I up to?" KyuHyun asked, smiling to himself against HeeChul's skin then letting his palms slide under the beaded top to feel warm skin and the shape of bones along HeeChul's ribcage. As his hands moved, they took the top with them.
HeeChul didn't answer. If KyuHyun thought HeeChul would be the first to break at this little game, he had a very big surprise ahead. HeeChul didn't like to lose and rarely did so. Obligingly, he held his arms up, again reminded of being a child when he did so. "Just so we're clear," he said when his head and torso emerged from beneath the top. "I don't usually let someone else dress and undress me like I'm a doll. In case you have any weird ideas," he eyed KyuHyun sidelong from under his lashes.
KyuHyun laughed and stepped around in front of HeeChul, and unclasping the front close bra with really far too much expertise for HeeChul's liking. It too was laid along with the rest of HeeChul's clothing. "I won't ask you to humor me again then," he promised. "I just wanted to see the transformation, slowly. The change from the feminine HeeChul to the masculine HeeChul."
KyuHyun's eyes dropped and it was obvious he liked the sight of HeeChul's bared chest, the nimble fingers moving lightly in circles over his skin and traveling from shoulder down to stomach and the waistband of the skirt. "It really is...amazing how good you look either way," KyuHyun breathed with admiration in his voice.
HeeChul shivered, the sincere and passionate look on the other man's face was intensely beautiful. He couldn't smile, make a joke when KyuHyun was looking at him like that so he said nothing as the button and zipper on the skirt were found. Once loosened they slid down, needing only a little help as the leather and fringe checked at his thighs then dropped to his feet. That left him bare except for the insane and tight little lace and satin boy shorts he'd worn with the rest of the get up.
KyuHyun's breath hitched in his chest. He really couldn't help himself, naturally his gaze zeroed in on the straining bulge under those little underpants. That, he decided with a dizzyingly fiery burst of lust spilling through his blood and senses, was a decidedly masculine part of HeeChul's body. He stood up and stared into HeeChul's eyes.
The way KyuHyun looked at him was different, just like the way he treated HeeChul was different. It was maddening, that difference, because it made him feel things. It was terrifying, HeeChul admitted, at least to himself - but it was also exciting.
"My turn," HeeChul rasped and took hold of KyuHyun's hand, tugging him across the living area and into the bedroom. "I am going to fuck your brains out," he added, once they were near the very welcoming looking bed.
"Oh really," KyuHyun challenged though he really didn't know why. Sure, HeeChul was a little slighter and less muscled than himself but the difference wasn't so much that he couldn't imagine HeeChul topping should he decide to do so. But on the other hand...there was something about HeeChul that seemed to invite challenges.
KyuHyun stood still as HeeChul made short work of first pushing his cardigan off his shoulders and then skimmed his way down the buttons on KyuHyun's shirt. "Yes," HeeChul announced, glancing into KyuHyun's face and then back down to the task at hand. "I am. And you are going to love it." Only common courtesy was keeping him from tearing at KyuHyun's clothes, the tiny buttons were frustrating despite his utmost concentration on each one.
There was silence from KyuHyun a moment. "We'll see," he said then and then HeeChul watched the long fingers come into his line of sight and rather casually tear open the shirt so that buttons flew across the carpeted floor. "Is that better?" KyuHyun asked.
HeeChul narrowed his eyes at KyuHyun but said nothing. If he said anything then KyuHyun would know HeeChul was breathless with a new frisson of lust falling over him at the sight of the bare chest in front of him. Was the man truly sculpted like a piece of living marble? It wasn't that KyuHyun was over muscled by any means but what he was ...was ...well...practically perfect. Damn it. Still, HeeChul wasn't going to give up the opportunity to slide his palms hungrily over the smooth skin offered to him and he pushed the shirt off of KyuHyun's shoulders, ignoring where it landed.
"That is better," he said smugly and smiled at KyuHyun. He leaned forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss right on the line of KyuHyun's sternum, trailing his tongue lightly. He was pleased at the small but very audible hitch in KyuHyun's breathing when he pulled back.
"These have to go too," HeeChul went on and because he didn't care about things like playing fair, he dropped one hand to slide straight down the line of KyuHyun's tight jeans to caress the shape of KyuHyun's erection through the fabric. "They are in my way," he complained, then smiled sweetly into KyuHyun's eyes. "Too bad I can't just cut these jeans right off you."
"HeeChul," KyuHyun said softly. He hadn't intended to speak, to say the other man's name into the burning air between them but the single word escaped. The warm palm massaging, teasing his throbbing cock felt delectably knowing, and the need to get out of his clothes and get into HeeChul's sexy body intensified exponentially. The thought of a pair of scissors in HeeChul's hand, the small cuts through tough denim that could take all night made his skin almost sizzle.
"Yes?" HeeChul asked, he'd discovered the button and zip that fastened the tight pants to KyuHyun's hips and was easing them open with slow care. It was almost like unwrapping a present, HeeChul thought, trying to hide how unsteady and needy he felt. "It might take me hours to cut these off you, snip by snip. Think you could wait that long?" HeeChul asked, knowing he was being provoking and pleased beyond words when KyuHyun gave him a long steam heated stare.
"Could you?" KyuHyun challenged. They were both inches from snapping, KyuHyun thought, hoped. It was only a matter of time before one of them lost whatever this game was called and they finally tumbled across his bed.
HeeChul licked his lips and didn't answer, instead dropping with grace to his knees and pulling KyuHyun's jeans with him. He paused to help KyuHyun out of the clinging denim then tilted his head up to admire the lines and curves of KyuHyun's body. "You filthy little tease," HeeChul purred, trembling with positive joy at discovering the other man wasn't wearing a stitch under those jeans.
"If I was really a girl would you have fucked me right there in the club?" HeeChul asked, reaching up and sliding his nails along the inside of one of KyuHyun's thighs.
"Only if you asked me to, very nicely," KyuHyun answered, carefully enunciating each word and forcing his eyes to remain open and staring down at HeeChul's face which now wore a tantalizing and devilish expression.
HeeChul grinned. "I know how to ask very nicely when I want to," he whispered, and stood up again, one hand going without fail to the satisfyingly hard length of KyuHyun's cock. "Shall I ask now?" In a lightning quick change of mood, HeeChul was tired of playing -who breaks first- and was ready for -ravish me now, please-.
KyuHyun wondered if he could get away with chaining this man to his bed for the foreseeable future. "Not yet," he answered, drawling the words as he moved to push HeeChul down on the bed. "Lube's in the drawer there," KyuHyun added, tilting his chin towards the right one. "Get ready for me, and then ask," he said, the words not quite an order. There was something in his tone, in his body language that sent a message to HeeChul.
HeeChul hesitated, he was genuinely torn between getting KyuHyun in him and putting himself in KyuHyun and he couldn't have it both ways. The message was recieved, HeeChul could have this either way, whatever he wanted. He swallowed hard, wiggled out of those damned lace panties and reached to open the drawer. "You're driving me crazy," HeeChul confessed as he found the tube he was looking for.
"Likewise," KyuHyun answered, his hand gripping one of the bedposts all that was keeping him on his feet.
"You've barely touched me and I really think I'd do anything you wanted me to right now," HeeChul went on. As he spoke, he slicked up his fingers then turned around, bracing himself on his free hand so that KyuHyun could see exactly what he was doing. One fingers slid into himself, nice and slow and HeeChul's breathing hitched and a moan dragged out of him.
"Again, likewise," KyuHyun repeated, his eyes glued to the sinfully erotic sight before him. "Fucking...gorgeous," he murmured roughly. "How can you be so damned sexy?"
HeeChul arched his back without answering, sliding two fingers into himself harder, deeper. Now all he wanted was to put on a show so incendiary that KyuHyun could not, would not hold back from him another instant. He whimpered, not bothering to conceal how good this felt to him, closing his eyes against the buzzing burn rippling through him. "Like...like what you see?" he forced out.
KyuHyun knew that any second whatever self-control he might have laid claim to at one point in time was about to snap like a worn out rope. His mind and senses were full of nothing but HeeChul. "Too much," he rasped, fighting to get air into his lungs. "Keep this up and I'll forget about being gentle," KyuHyun warned, grinding his teeth.
One more finger slipped in to join the other two and HeeChul whimpered again, louder. "Good," he managed hoarsely. "Now will you pretty please fuck me?" HeeChul added, remembering what he'd said earlier about asking.
The words were barely off his tongue before HeeChul found himself being covered by a very hot, very warm, very sexy body. "You want it like this?" KyuHyun demanded in his ear, forcing HeeChul's fingers free of his own body and pinning them to the sheets beneath them. "Tell me now." KyuHyun's hard cock was nestled into the cleft of HeeChul's ass, nearly at exactly the right point to push inside and HeeChul could almost feel the way the other man's erection throbbed with every quickened heartbeat.
HeeChul really couldn't answer, he was speechless with the frantic lust beating in his body and mind. He arched his back instead like a cat, rubbing himself invitingly, hungrily against the man crouched over him. HeeChul heard a smothered curse and then KyuHyun was pushing into him and the burn of pain at the stretch was nothing against the wave of truly decadent pleasure that followed it. HeeChul moaned helplessly, pushing himself back until KyuHyun's hands held him still at the hips.
"No, don't stop!" The words came out of his mouth without any communication with HeeChul's brain.
"Couldn't stop if I wanted to," KyuHyun growled back but his hands still held tight to HeeChul's hips. "If you keep moving like that this will be over way too soon."
It was taking every iota of KyuHyun's considerable will power to keep to a slower pace, to keep from simply thrusting like something wild into the slick tight heat of HeeChul's delicious body. He dropped his head, pressing his face into the line of HeeChul's spine between the shoulder blades and finally finished that first unbearably long slow thrust as far as he could get. He went still for a moment despite the protests and curses falling from HeeChul's mouth, despite the way the other man fought KyuHyun's grip.
That was the moment to begin the achingly prolonged withdrawal while HeeChul began to keen in feverish desire. KyuHyun ground his teeth harder, wondering why they weren't stubs by this time, counting seconds inside his head. A few seconds more, and then he could start pushing inside again, harder, faster this time.
HeeChul was begging and his pride was forgotten in the moment. Nothing mattered as much as this man torturing him with slow slow withdrawal that made him want to scream. He clawed at the sheets, swore furiously, promised all sorts of retribution but KyuHyun could not be hurried. The next thrust was harder and seemed impossibly deeper and oh god, just a little faster. "Yes, please, yes, need it," HeeChul carolled, barely able to breathe or see or think. KyuHyun was good, so good and HeeChul saw spangles behind his closed eyelids as KyuHyun's cock hit his prostate just so.
Another withdrawal, another thrust and each time a little faster. KyuHyun felt the burning pleasure welling up inside him with each careful motion of his hips. HeeChul seemed to do some impossibly wicked thing with his muscles that made KyuHyun's vision strobe out and his muscles go tight with need. Their bodies were now glued together almost like one person and KyuHyun sat back on his knees, drawing HeeChul up with him.
The movement separated them briefly and then HeeChul was impaling himself on KyuHyun's hard length and squirming.
HeeChul thought wildly that he was never, ever going to forget what this man could do to him. In this position, HeeChul wondered why he didn't taste that cock of KyuHyun's in his throat, he was so deep inside. He rolled his hips, taking more control this way as KyuHyun's hands slid all over him, finally falling to curve a fist around HeeChul's own neglected cock.
At that point, nothing except death could have stopped HeeChul. He moved, unrepentantly riding KyuHyun's cock fast and nearly violent, counting on KyuHyun's arm around him to keep them pinned together. HeeChul felt biting kisses on his shoulders and back and neck and hoped fiercely that they bruised, left visible marks that they had been this good together.
KyuHyun knew he was marking HeeChul, bruising him in a way that was hardly civilized but he couldn't stop himself. He wanted HeeChul to remember this as fully as KyuHyun knew that he would himself. Every muscle in his body felt tight with straining, the spiraling, burning, twisting rise towards climax seeming to go on and on forever until he felt as strung out as an addict with wanting. He could feel that HeeChul felt just as desperate by the way he moved, by the way he cursed and gasped and whimpered in tandem with KyuHyun's more controlled noises. His hand tightened on HeeChul's length, covered with sticky drops of HeeChul's pre-come.
"Come for me, HeeChul," KyuHyun whispered, pleading more than ordering. He needed to see and feel and hear the other splintering apart with ecstasy.
HeeChul had heard and felt and experienced a lot of intensely erotic things in his short life but not one of them seemed to press his buttons quite as hard as KyuHyun's hoarse voice, not asking HeeChul to get KyuHyun off but asking him to release himself. It was...impossible to resist and his body was convulsing before the thought was even fully formed. His head fell back on KyuHyun's shoulder and his hips jerked as the lush waves of his orgasm crashed over him and his body spilled and spilled over KyuHyun's warm hand until he was nearly screaming with it.
KyuHyun cried out HeeChul's name, the tight space his cock occupied seeming to clench around him even tighter. He could feel the spasms running through the other man's body and gave himself up to the same rhythmic ripples rising within him as well. His eyes closed and his whole being narrowed to the sudden crash of orgasmic pulses through his system. Not once though did he let go of HeeChul's body against him, not once did he stop kissing HeeChul's narrow shoulder and KyuHyun found himself still holding HeeChul close to him when the pulses let up at last.
"My God," HeeChul murmured, little trembling aftershocks making him shake still. He wouldn't swear that was the best orgasm of his life but it certainly ranked up there. "We're doing that again..." As he spoke, he turned his head and smiled with heart stopping warmth at KyuHyun.
"Soon," KyuHyun answered with a tired laugh, easing them both down on the mattress and also easing them apart. "You okay," he asked as he wrestled to get sheets and blankets over himself and HeeChul.
"If I was any better, this room would be some very weird mixture of heaven and hell," HeeChul said, outright giggling as he turned to face KyuHyun and snuggled against him.
"I...think I'll take that as a compliment."
HeeChul kissed KyuHyun softly, a kiss full of promise and warmth and secrets. "You should," he said in such a soft tone very few people would even have recognized it as coming from his mouth.
KyuHyun only laughed and held HeeChul closer. He knew there were still things HeeChul hadn't told him, beginning with why he was dressed as a female to why he seemed so knowledgeable about the club. There would be time to discover those things, KyuHyun promised himself.
This monster took me six days to write! I hope you enjoy it.
For those of you who may be interested or just plain as geektastic and visual as I am about things. While I couldn't do some other things I messed about with polyvore and had fun picking out their clothes. I am a nutjob, I know..
This is the post that shows what Kyuhyun in this fic is wearing.
This is the post that shows what Heechul in this fic is wearing.