Passionate Moments.
Um, this will go up in Miracle later but this part is finished and I have to post it. Let me just make sure everybody sees this is very very very very NC 17.
I am an evil evil woman cause this is sexy, dirty, full frontal HeeKyun first time fic. Kyuhyun is a virgin. Heechul is definitely not. *cough*
Title: Passionate Moment
Pairing: Heechul/Kyuhyun
Length: over 4000 words of smut
Genre: Sex/Romance/Did I say Sex?
Rating: NC17
Summary: What happens when two boys admit they are in love with each other?
Oh, yes, Heechul thinks and then he's holding on tightly to Kyu's shirt and kissing him back. At first it's just soft, soft butterfly kisses, over and over to his warm lips pressed over Heechul's own and then that's just not enough, not nearly enough. He rises to his feet and wraps his arms tightly around Kyu's back, fingers splayed over the soft fabric of his shirt. "Let me," he breathes softly and is nudging Kyuhyun's lips open with his thumb.
Kyuhyun is afraid this might very well be some kind of hallucination. Heechul's pleas, his words of love are still ringing in his ears and although there's a part of him terrified to trust to this fragile peace between them, the rest of him is too desperate and needy for the other's heart. He welcomes each little kiss, parting his lips eagerly as his hands slither beneath that flashy jacket of Heechul's to flatten on smooth skin. And then Heechul's tongue is in his mouth, snaking seductively around his own and all he can think is desire and love and passion and "oh, God, more," he gasps.
"Come to my room," Heechul answers, prying his mouth away from the sweet honey of Kyu's and reaching out to take his hand. "I want to ...to make love to you," he sighs, knowing this sounds hopelessly corny but that's just too bad because this is where it went wrong before and he won't fuck this up again if he can help it.
Kyuhyun finds himself holding on tightly to Heechul's hand. "Oh yes," he agrees, letting himself be led down the hall to the older man's room.
Once inside, he hears the door shut with a definite click, followed by another metallic sound of the door locking. "This time it's private," Heechul tells him and shakes off his jacket, tossing it carelessly over the back of a chair already piled high with clothes.
"I won't hurt you like that again," Heechul vows, again tugging Kyuhyun along towards the bed. It's a big bed because he's a restless sleeper and fell off more than once before he got the new bed.
"Heechul," Kyuhyun murmurs, a little bit scared of what they are about to do together despite the frantic pulsing of blood in his veins. How many nights did he dare to fantasize about this, never dreaming it would ever happen. He's so achingly hard that his tight jeans are now a prison, but still, the fear is there underneath.
"I'll show you, sweetheart," Heechul promises with a little smile and a blown kiss. "I'll take care of you...promise."
"Don't talk to me like I'm a girl," Kyuhyun snaps, unable to help himself. He's pulling as if to slide out of Heechul's grasp. But those slender fingers are tight on his wrist and Heechul turns to look at him seriously.
"Oh, Kyu, believe me, I know you're not a girl," he says, reaching out with his free hand to slide his fingertips knowingly down the front of Kyuhyun's tight jeans where a definite bulge is pressing against the material. "I'm very, very glad you aren't a girl," Heechul adds, as Kyu gasps.
"Then don't baby me," Kyuhyun murmurs, mostly distracted by those nimble fingers and the blood pulsing in his lower body. His clothes need to come off, now. He licks dry lips. "I know I'm not experienced, just...just show me...okay?"
Heechul shakes his head and kisses Kyuhyun's throat where the pulse is beating so fast. "Let me be tender to you, hmm?" he asks, lips still against the warm, slightly damp flesh that smells so good. "It's all I can give you right now, so let me do it?"
Kyuhyun doesn't answer, his free hand is up and smoothing into the hair on Heechul's nape, clutching him close as he discovers how sensitive his neck is. The soft breath, the sweet kiss is sending shivers down his spine and the pulse of his erection is hotter, harder, hungrier with every passing second.
"Heechul," he gasps, the sound rising perilously close to a whimper.
"Mmmm, yes, talk to me," Heechul prompts, pulling Kyuhyun to the bed, drawing him down so the two of them are lying side by side. He rises over Kyu, leaning on an elbow, finally releasing his grip on Kyu's wrist so he can use that hand to slide down the younger man's abdomen and lower, to begin working the troublesome fastenings of Kyu's buttonfly open.
"What...oh Heenim...what do you want me to say?" Kyuhyun responds, almost surprised to feel the mattress under his back, flooded with the scent of Heechul's skin and hair. Ever little flick and press of fingertips loosening those buttons is maddening and he arches his spine upwards. "Need you, so much...love you, so much," he mutters, sliding one leg over Heechul's where it drapes along his.
"Perfect," Heechul says quietly, he drops his head, kissing the disturbingly perfect line of Kyuhyun's collarbones, then licking them, smirking faintly when the sensation makes Kyuhyun whimper low in his throat. His hand eases under Kyuhyun's open fly to pet that lovely big cock through the fabric of yet another pair of boxer briefs.
"You are so gorgeous," Heechul says after a moment, loving the way Kyu twists under his touch, arching up and moving restlessly. "You have no idea what you do to me. I want you so badly." He shimmies a little against Kyuhyun's side, the tight leather pants making a prison for his own throbbing hard on.
He stands up then, remembering all too clearly how he got Kyuhyun naked and then left him...he can't remind him of that now. "Look at me Kyu," he orders softly, and waits until Kyuhyun's dark gaze is pinned firmly on him.
"So sexy," Kyuhyun groans quietly, his gaze eating ever inch of the older man up, his teeth biting into his lip at the enticement of the slender body before him. He watches, sweating, as Heechul eases the zipper down on his leather pants revealing himself inch by inch and Kyuhyun smirks a little as he sees the tight little bikini underpants Heechul is wearing beneath the leather, not to mention the firm hard line of Heechul's erection beneath them. "Tease," he gasps breathlessly.
"Only if it turns you on," Heechul responds, trying not to pant. Kyuhyun's gaze is hot, burning him up and it's all he can do to continue stripping at the slow pace he intends. He wiggles his way out of the leather, stepping out of it and thanking whatever God might be watching that he never bothered to put on shoes.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" Kyuhyun knows he should feel guilty for blaspheming that way but he can't care, not when the sight of Heechul in the tiny underpants that do nothing to conceal how hard he is, is making him pop out with sweat and tremble all over. "It turns me on...but I want you now," he admits in a strangled voice, reaching out a hand to beckon Heechul back to him.
"If I was really a tease, sweetheart, I'd make you wait and wait and wait," Heechul answers, hurriedly getting out of the underwear and crawling back on the bed to straddle Kyu's hips.
He bends over him, putting kisses all over the younger man's face. "Hours of waiting," he whispers, then begins working backwards to get Kyuhyun's jeans off.
Kyuhyun nearly strangles, moaning softly. "That...Oh, God, that might not...be so bad..." he confesses, helping Heechul somewhat awkwardly and with a few blushes to get him naked. The briefs go with the jeans and except for the thin cotton of his half open shirt, he's naked now and he can feel himself spasm, going harder just knowing that.
Heechul stops, turning to look into Kyuhyun's eyes in the dim light. "You really are a kinky little thing aren't you?" he asks with a smile, lying down half over the younger man and preparing to kiss him senseless.
"How should I know? And I'm not little," Kyuhyun answers irritably, glaring to cover his blushes. Yet, somehow he can't help feeling a little bit proud that Heechul just called him kinky. At least he won't bore his new boyfriend.
"You'll find out," Heechul says and giggles faintly. "And I didn't mean little in the literal sense, Kyu." He doesn't give Kyu a chance to say anything, fastening his mouth over Kyuhyun's and kissing him passionately, deeply, sucking the other man's tongue just to hear him moan.
Kyuhyun kisses Heechul back feverishly, half turning to pull him closer and let their bodies brush together which, he finds, feels totally sublime. His hands run up and down Heechul's back and hips, tracing the lines of scars not all that different from those on his own body. Before he knows it, he's rolled them over so Kyuhyun is lying over Heechul, cradled between the other man's thighs and bracing his weight to keep from crushing Heechul. His hips jerk and grind and the friction is so good and he can't stop kissing Heechul's pretty mouch, now slightly bruised from their combined passion.
"Oh, Kyuhyun," Heechul moans, his hands under the loose shirt Kyu is still wearing and his nails inadvertently digging in. Kyuhyun is definitely a fast learner and his weight is delicious, as his hips jerk just so against his own. "Love you so much," he mutters, winding a leg over Kyuhyun's, "want you so much."
Kyuhyun lifts up on his palms to stare down at Heechul's face, wondering how he ever managed to stay away from him even for a few days. "Show me what you want...show me what to do," he asks, leaning down to kiss the sensitive patch of skin under Heechul's ear. His tongue flicks the lobe experimentally. "Teach me."
Heechul goes still, except for the inadvertent shiver that runs down his spine. "Are you sure, baby?" he asks, reaching up to brush Kyuhyun's hair back from his sweat damp forehead. "We don't have to..."
"You said you wanted to make love to me, Heechul," Kyuhyun cuts in and there's a note of fear in his voice that causes a painful pang in Heechul's heart.
"I do, oh I do," Heechul purrs sensuously. "More than you can possibly imagine." He pushes at Kyuhyun's shoulders until the two of them are flipped over again and then reaches down and yanks open the younger man's shirt, sending buttons flying. He knows that he has to make good on every promise he makes to Kyuhyun, every thing he says has to be meant fully and completely, before his new lover will ever truly trust him.
His head drops and he plants a quick kiss on each of Kyuhyun's nipples, then letting his fingertips delicately pinch each one. Beneath him Kyuhyun jerks, then his skin pebbles with goose bumps. "Feel good, Kyu?" Heechul asks, not really expecting a response.
Kyuhyun is still breathless from the casual and yet sexy way Heechul just popped all the buttons on his shirt. He's never thought much about his nipples, after all, he's not a girl. But Heechul's nimble fingers have got him thinking differently, especially when the little pinches send hot stabs of desire straight down his spine and into his hard cock. "Yessss,' he hisses.
"Trust me, baby," Heechul murmurs, sliding downward to pepper kisses on Kyuhyun's chest, then his abdomen, taking note of each scar on the way. He kisses Kyuhyun's hipbones, taking care to avoid contact with the younger man's cock other than to admire it with his eyes. He pushes Kyuhyun's thighs apart and licks a wet, hot trail along the inside of one and then the other.
Kyuhyun gives up any pretense of being anything other than completely in Heechul's grasp. Every kiss is hot, sensual, doing things to him that he only barely imagined could be possible. He squirms a little, his body arching, his neglected erection throbbing, little droplets of moisture seeping onto his stomach with his passion.
The next thing he feels are slick, damp fingertips gently, softly circling his opening. He can't imagine how Heechul finessed getting the lube and he doesn't care. Kyuhyun's no fool and he knows how to read, he knows in theory how this is supposed to go, but he can't help hissing a little and pulling away slightly.
Heechul doesn't blame Kyuhyun for his nervousness. Until he knows Heechul won't hurt him this way, and how good this will feel to him, it's only natural. Now is the time, he decides, to give Kyuhyun some distraction. "Shhh, it's just me," he whispers softly and then strokes the tip of his tongue from the head of Kyu's cock to the base. He purrs at the taste, at the feel of the rigid length under his tongue then uses his free hand to guide the tip into his mouth, licking slowly.
"Oh my God," Kyuhyun whines, his hands digging into the tangled bed clothes to keep from grabbing Heechul any which way. "Don't stop, please don't stop," he pleads, twisting upwards for more of that tongue on him.
"Mmm, I'm not stopping," Heechul whispers, sucking a bit more of Kyuhyun's cock into his mouth, pleased beyond words at the strangled cries the younger man is making. His fingertips resume their soft delicate circling at Kyuhyun's opening and then he eases one inside, bit by tiny bit, half forcing and half coaxing the tight ring to loosen.
Kyuhyun is crying out wordlessly, hoarsely, twisting a little between the hot, hot silk of Heechul's lips and the firm pressure entering him carefully. He's never felt so wanton, so sexual, so delicious and he's greedy for more and more. He barely realizes how he chants Heechul's name, interspersed with pleas and half strangled curses.
Heechul starts to shudder, fiendishly aroused by Kyuhyun's responses. This is so much better than any fantasy he's ever dreamed up and he slips a second finger into Kyuhyun's tight body, pushing them deeper. He finds just the right spot to nudge against, at the same time, taking more of Kyuhyun's cock in his mouth, sucking greedily. Kyuhyun's sexy little whimper is all he needs to reassure him that what his lover wants right now is more, not stopping.
Kyuhyun thinks he's coming unglued, pleasure beating at his brain, making his blood pulse against the top of his head, the soles of his feet, the length of his cock buried in Heechul's mouth. He'd scream if he had the breath. The fingers inside him seem to brush some special spot and he jerks hard, pushing upward until Heechul's hand restrains him from moving more. "Close...so close," he chokes out.
Heechul lifts his head, letting Kyuhyun's cock go with a soft pop, and rises to his knees between Kyuhyun's legs. "Oh no you don't, baby, not yet," he orders softly, his free hand circling the base of Kyuhyun's cock to hold him off.
Kyuhyun whimpers, shameless, losing control bit by bit. Hunger is beating at his brain and it's all he can do to keep himself from actively fighting Heechul's grip on him. Those long slender fingers are still working in him and he never fucking imagined he'd feel like this, be like this.
"Please, please, Heenim," he begs, knowing he should hate the filthy, sexy way he feels right now but he doesn't. He just wants more.
"Just wait, Kyuhyun," Heechul says firmly, though it's taking far too much effort to hold Kyuhyun back. If he's this flushed and gorgeous and sensuous now, when he wants it so badly, what will he look like when he's crying out Heechul's name, coming hard.
Heechul licks dry lips and eases the third finger in against the other two, twisting and pushing harder, deeper. He's not exactly small and this is going to hurt no matter what he does. He makes sure to give Kyuhyun plenty of contact on that one spot guaranteed to make him see stars and is rewarded by more of those hot, hoarse little whimpers.
"Heechul," Kyuhyun pants for air, running his hands over every part of the older man he can reach, clutching at him, clinging to him. The stretch of those fingers is starting to hurt, an obscure almost distant pain in comparison to the pleasure soaking his nerves, and the want still beating at his brain. "Need you, God, please, just do it...," he hisses, throwing his head back against the sheets and arching his back, forcing more of those fingers inside him and feeling his body spasm with lust.
"Damn, Kyu, you're so fucking sexy," Heechul answers, wondering how he ever resisted that luscious milk chocolate voice and this sleek masculine body. He pulls his fingers free, unable to keep from a faint triumphant smirk as his new lover whines pitifully at the sudden emptiness. "I can't stop now," he adds, warningly, taking care to slick himself generously, almost sloppily.
"If you stop now, I swear to God, I will strangle you," Kyuhyun announces, his eyes half closed and his jaw hard from grinding his teeth, even though the desperate little whimpers keep breaking through anyway. How could he know he'd feel so fucking empty after Heechul's fingers left him. He rolls his hips, watching Heechul slick himself, admiring the other man's taut body and gorgeous erection while his heart pounds and pounds against the cage of his ribs.
"You wouldn't...then you'd never get fucked, baby," Heechul answers, flashing a quick knowing smile to Kyuhyun, lifting one of Kyuhyun's legs to drape over his shoulder and lining himself up. He takes a deep breath, trying to get a handle on how badly he wants to be inside the younger man.
"I thought you were making love to me," Kyuhyun stutters out, even now he can't keep from challenging, pushing at Heechul. He bites the inside of his cheek, every fleeting second is too long.
"Oh, darling, I am...and fucking you too, at the same time," Heechul purrs and starts to push himself inside Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun is so very, very tight and so scaldingly hot and Heechul is swearing viciously in counterpoint to how carefully he's moving.
That's it, Kyuhyun is gone, lost somewhere between "darling" and "fucking you" and the first sultry burning push of Heechul's cock past the tight ring of his opening. He can't move much, not in this position, but his hips jerk upward anyway in quick feverish little spasms. He can't reach Heechul like this so he's gathering up folds of the blankets under him, clenching his fists in them and he has no idea what filthy things he's saying. His stomach is sticky with the fluid leaking free of his throbbing cock and all he can think is more, more, more.
Heechul is panting, taking half a second to register just how beautiful his Kyuhyun is when he's this aroused, this needy. "Mine," he says out loud, harshly, his hips snapping forward despite his sincere desire to go carefully. He closes his eyes tightly and recites the english alphabet backwards in his head to keep from coming right this second. "Mine, Kyu, understand? Mine?" he hisses through his teeth, satisfied when he hears Kyuhyun whining for him.
"Jesus Christ," Kyuhyun cries out, the full hot length of Heechul's cock inside him finally, finally. He doesn't care any more how wrong it is to be saying that while he and Heenim are in bed together. He doesn't care about anything but their two bodies joined together at last and how much he needs, wants, loves Heechul with every nerve and cell in his body. It hurts, it definitely hurts, but it also feels so good.
And Heechul's growling at him, declaring he belongs to Heechul and only Heechul and all Kyuhyun can do is whimper helplessly, his body tightening around Heechul's cock as the pulses of lust speed up and speed up. He could come from this alone, Kyuhyun thinks dizzily.
"Please, lover," he whispers, "need it, need it, please, make me come. Kyuhyun bites his lip, but then he repeats himself, Begging Heechul feels right somehow, at this moment.
"Oh God, Kyuhyun, gonna make you come so hard you see stars," Heechul answers, beginning a rhythm intended to drive them both insane with pleasure. He's trembling just on Kyuhyun's begging, on him calling him lover and he's digging teeth into his lip to keep this even slightly controlled. "Touch yourself for me, baby, wanna see you touch yourself while I'm in you," Heechul hisses, forcing himself to pull almost all the way out just to make Kyuhyun whimper for him. The sound is even better than he thought, especially with those hips jerking up pleadingly. He pushes back inside, slow and steady.
"Please, please, please," Kyuhyun chants, thinking he's going insane. Heechul's cock needs to be inside him right now, needs to be filling him up, forcing that sensation that's pleasure and pain mingled together and so fucking good it's killing him. He doesn't even think of resisting Heechul's command, wrapping his hand firmly around his own cock, and just that alone makes him dizzy with how close he is.
He flicks his eyes open, wanting to see Heechul's beautiful face while he does as he's told, then moaning hoarsely at how sexy his boyfriend's expression is. Heechul is concentrating fiercely, and trembling, Kyuhyun realizes and just because knowing that is making him hotter and hotter, he strokes himself slowly up and down, again and again, rolling his hips up into it and feeling rewarded as Heechul's hips jerk harder against him, into him.
"Yeah, yeah, that's right, sexy, faster," Heechul groans, urging. He's not going to be able to wait much longer and he reaches out, covering Kyu's fist with his own, guiding him to a faster pace. Heechul's hips never stop, he couldn't stop now if the world was falling down around them. "Need you to come for me, Kyuhyun, want to see you come apart on my cock," he says low and almost mean, strangled with need.
Heechul can't even begin to describe the pleasure it gives him for Kyuhyun to obey him without argument. It's almost better than the clinging tight heat and Kyuhyun's hot sweaty body under him and those cries that go straight to his cock. He watches almost in disbelief as Kyu's elegant hand follows the rhythm of his own, and he's moving faster, deeper, harder. The minute Kyuhyun goes over, he'll let go...he's too desperate for it now to hold back.
God, that mean, strangled tone in Heechul's voice is savagely sexual and Kyuhyun couldn't resist him on pain of death. He jerks himself harder, faster, and almost screams with pleasured agony when Heechul obligingly moves faster as well. "Please, oh God, please...gonna... gonna..."
And then it's happening and it's heaven and hell mingled together and so exquisite that all Kyuhyun can feel is the ripping joy of his heavy spasms, spilling hot over his own stomach and chest and the fierce twitch of his muscles over Heechul's cock. He's squeezing Heechul hard, his hand and his cock and crying out Heechul's name. He nearly blacks out, spangled white dots flickering in front of his eyes just as Heechul promised him and how could this be so good?
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes, Kyu!" Heechul almost shrieks at the sight before him, his lover's helpless scream, the way he spasms and jerks beneath Heechul, tightening up so much on his pulsing cock that it's nearly painful. He drags his fingers through the sticky wet pool of Kyuhyun's come and licks them, grabbing Kyuhyun's hips to finish this before he dies of desperation.
Kyu tastes like man, like sex, and yet sweet somehow like his voice and it's with that taste on his tongue that Heechul comes, crying out like an animal and pounding himself into Kyuhyun just to make sure the younger man knows he's been thoroughly taken. The pleasure is like white heat and Heechul is sobbing with it when he finally eases himself free of Kyuhyun's hot body to collapse next to him, kissing his face and neck almost frantically.
Kyuhyun is still trembling all over, but he slides his strained leg down and wraps his arms tightly around Heechul, answering those kisses as best he can. It takes him a moment to understand what Heechul is saying but when he does, he purrs low in his throat like a pleased cat. "I love you, I love you, I love you," Heechul is whispering and Kyuhyun pushes Heechul's hair back from his face, pushing him back a little so he can look in his eyes.
"I love you too, baby," Kyuhyun says softly and then they are tangled together, panting and kissing and touching and sleep comes suddenly like a sweet blissful cloud over them.
Erm, I'm kinda hopefully proud of this cause it was quite hard to write, which stuns me cause I love writing sexy stuff. So I hope you like it, please comment and tell me your thoughts.
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I am an evil evil woman cause this is sexy, dirty, full frontal HeeKyun first time fic. Kyuhyun is a virgin. Heechul is definitely not. *cough*
Title: Passionate Moment
Pairing: Heechul/Kyuhyun
Length: over 4000 words of smut
Genre: Sex/Romance/Did I say Sex?
Rating: NC17
Summary: What happens when two boys admit they are in love with each other?
Oh, yes, Heechul thinks and then he's holding on tightly to Kyu's shirt and kissing him back. At first it's just soft, soft butterfly kisses, over and over to his warm lips pressed over Heechul's own and then that's just not enough, not nearly enough. He rises to his feet and wraps his arms tightly around Kyu's back, fingers splayed over the soft fabric of his shirt. "Let me," he breathes softly and is nudging Kyuhyun's lips open with his thumb.
Kyuhyun is afraid this might very well be some kind of hallucination. Heechul's pleas, his words of love are still ringing in his ears and although there's a part of him terrified to trust to this fragile peace between them, the rest of him is too desperate and needy for the other's heart. He welcomes each little kiss, parting his lips eagerly as his hands slither beneath that flashy jacket of Heechul's to flatten on smooth skin. And then Heechul's tongue is in his mouth, snaking seductively around his own and all he can think is desire and love and passion and "oh, God, more," he gasps.
"Come to my room," Heechul answers, prying his mouth away from the sweet honey of Kyu's and reaching out to take his hand. "I want to ...to make love to you," he sighs, knowing this sounds hopelessly corny but that's just too bad because this is where it went wrong before and he won't fuck this up again if he can help it.
Kyuhyun finds himself holding on tightly to Heechul's hand. "Oh yes," he agrees, letting himself be led down the hall to the older man's room.
Once inside, he hears the door shut with a definite click, followed by another metallic sound of the door locking. "This time it's private," Heechul tells him and shakes off his jacket, tossing it carelessly over the back of a chair already piled high with clothes.
"I won't hurt you like that again," Heechul vows, again tugging Kyuhyun along towards the bed. It's a big bed because he's a restless sleeper and fell off more than once before he got the new bed.
"Heechul," Kyuhyun murmurs, a little bit scared of what they are about to do together despite the frantic pulsing of blood in his veins. How many nights did he dare to fantasize about this, never dreaming it would ever happen. He's so achingly hard that his tight jeans are now a prison, but still, the fear is there underneath.
"I'll show you, sweetheart," Heechul promises with a little smile and a blown kiss. "I'll take care of you...promise."
"Don't talk to me like I'm a girl," Kyuhyun snaps, unable to help himself. He's pulling as if to slide out of Heechul's grasp. But those slender fingers are tight on his wrist and Heechul turns to look at him seriously.
"Oh, Kyu, believe me, I know you're not a girl," he says, reaching out with his free hand to slide his fingertips knowingly down the front of Kyuhyun's tight jeans where a definite bulge is pressing against the material. "I'm very, very glad you aren't a girl," Heechul adds, as Kyu gasps.
"Then don't baby me," Kyuhyun murmurs, mostly distracted by those nimble fingers and the blood pulsing in his lower body. His clothes need to come off, now. He licks dry lips. "I know I'm not experienced, just...just show me...okay?"
Heechul shakes his head and kisses Kyuhyun's throat where the pulse is beating so fast. "Let me be tender to you, hmm?" he asks, lips still against the warm, slightly damp flesh that smells so good. "It's all I can give you right now, so let me do it?"
Kyuhyun doesn't answer, his free hand is up and smoothing into the hair on Heechul's nape, clutching him close as he discovers how sensitive his neck is. The soft breath, the sweet kiss is sending shivers down his spine and the pulse of his erection is hotter, harder, hungrier with every passing second.
"Heechul," he gasps, the sound rising perilously close to a whimper.
"Mmmm, yes, talk to me," Heechul prompts, pulling Kyuhyun to the bed, drawing him down so the two of them are lying side by side. He rises over Kyu, leaning on an elbow, finally releasing his grip on Kyu's wrist so he can use that hand to slide down the younger man's abdomen and lower, to begin working the troublesome fastenings of Kyu's buttonfly open.
"What...oh Heenim...what do you want me to say?" Kyuhyun responds, almost surprised to feel the mattress under his back, flooded with the scent of Heechul's skin and hair. Ever little flick and press of fingertips loosening those buttons is maddening and he arches his spine upwards. "Need you, so much...love you, so much," he mutters, sliding one leg over Heechul's where it drapes along his.
"Perfect," Heechul says quietly, he drops his head, kissing the disturbingly perfect line of Kyuhyun's collarbones, then licking them, smirking faintly when the sensation makes Kyuhyun whimper low in his throat. His hand eases under Kyuhyun's open fly to pet that lovely big cock through the fabric of yet another pair of boxer briefs.
"You are so gorgeous," Heechul says after a moment, loving the way Kyu twists under his touch, arching up and moving restlessly. "You have no idea what you do to me. I want you so badly." He shimmies a little against Kyuhyun's side, the tight leather pants making a prison for his own throbbing hard on.
He stands up then, remembering all too clearly how he got Kyuhyun naked and then left him...he can't remind him of that now. "Look at me Kyu," he orders softly, and waits until Kyuhyun's dark gaze is pinned firmly on him.
"So sexy," Kyuhyun groans quietly, his gaze eating ever inch of the older man up, his teeth biting into his lip at the enticement of the slender body before him. He watches, sweating, as Heechul eases the zipper down on his leather pants revealing himself inch by inch and Kyuhyun smirks a little as he sees the tight little bikini underpants Heechul is wearing beneath the leather, not to mention the firm hard line of Heechul's erection beneath them. "Tease," he gasps breathlessly.
"Only if it turns you on," Heechul responds, trying not to pant. Kyuhyun's gaze is hot, burning him up and it's all he can do to continue stripping at the slow pace he intends. He wiggles his way out of the leather, stepping out of it and thanking whatever God might be watching that he never bothered to put on shoes.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" Kyuhyun knows he should feel guilty for blaspheming that way but he can't care, not when the sight of Heechul in the tiny underpants that do nothing to conceal how hard he is, is making him pop out with sweat and tremble all over. "It turns me on...but I want you now," he admits in a strangled voice, reaching out a hand to beckon Heechul back to him.
"If I was really a tease, sweetheart, I'd make you wait and wait and wait," Heechul answers, hurriedly getting out of the underwear and crawling back on the bed to straddle Kyu's hips.
He bends over him, putting kisses all over the younger man's face. "Hours of waiting," he whispers, then begins working backwards to get Kyuhyun's jeans off.
Kyuhyun nearly strangles, moaning softly. "That...Oh, God, that might not...be so bad..." he confesses, helping Heechul somewhat awkwardly and with a few blushes to get him naked. The briefs go with the jeans and except for the thin cotton of his half open shirt, he's naked now and he can feel himself spasm, going harder just knowing that.
Heechul stops, turning to look into Kyuhyun's eyes in the dim light. "You really are a kinky little thing aren't you?" he asks with a smile, lying down half over the younger man and preparing to kiss him senseless.
"How should I know? And I'm not little," Kyuhyun answers irritably, glaring to cover his blushes. Yet, somehow he can't help feeling a little bit proud that Heechul just called him kinky. At least he won't bore his new boyfriend.
"You'll find out," Heechul says and giggles faintly. "And I didn't mean little in the literal sense, Kyu." He doesn't give Kyu a chance to say anything, fastening his mouth over Kyuhyun's and kissing him passionately, deeply, sucking the other man's tongue just to hear him moan.
Kyuhyun kisses Heechul back feverishly, half turning to pull him closer and let their bodies brush together which, he finds, feels totally sublime. His hands run up and down Heechul's back and hips, tracing the lines of scars not all that different from those on his own body. Before he knows it, he's rolled them over so Kyuhyun is lying over Heechul, cradled between the other man's thighs and bracing his weight to keep from crushing Heechul. His hips jerk and grind and the friction is so good and he can't stop kissing Heechul's pretty mouch, now slightly bruised from their combined passion.
"Oh, Kyuhyun," Heechul moans, his hands under the loose shirt Kyu is still wearing and his nails inadvertently digging in. Kyuhyun is definitely a fast learner and his weight is delicious, as his hips jerk just so against his own. "Love you so much," he mutters, winding a leg over Kyuhyun's, "want you so much."
Kyuhyun lifts up on his palms to stare down at Heechul's face, wondering how he ever managed to stay away from him even for a few days. "Show me what you want...show me what to do," he asks, leaning down to kiss the sensitive patch of skin under Heechul's ear. His tongue flicks the lobe experimentally. "Teach me."
Heechul goes still, except for the inadvertent shiver that runs down his spine. "Are you sure, baby?" he asks, reaching up to brush Kyuhyun's hair back from his sweat damp forehead. "We don't have to..."
"You said you wanted to make love to me, Heechul," Kyuhyun cuts in and there's a note of fear in his voice that causes a painful pang in Heechul's heart.
"I do, oh I do," Heechul purrs sensuously. "More than you can possibly imagine." He pushes at Kyuhyun's shoulders until the two of them are flipped over again and then reaches down and yanks open the younger man's shirt, sending buttons flying. He knows that he has to make good on every promise he makes to Kyuhyun, every thing he says has to be meant fully and completely, before his new lover will ever truly trust him.
His head drops and he plants a quick kiss on each of Kyuhyun's nipples, then letting his fingertips delicately pinch each one. Beneath him Kyuhyun jerks, then his skin pebbles with goose bumps. "Feel good, Kyu?" Heechul asks, not really expecting a response.
Kyuhyun is still breathless from the casual and yet sexy way Heechul just popped all the buttons on his shirt. He's never thought much about his nipples, after all, he's not a girl. But Heechul's nimble fingers have got him thinking differently, especially when the little pinches send hot stabs of desire straight down his spine and into his hard cock. "Yessss,' he hisses.
"Trust me, baby," Heechul murmurs, sliding downward to pepper kisses on Kyuhyun's chest, then his abdomen, taking note of each scar on the way. He kisses Kyuhyun's hipbones, taking care to avoid contact with the younger man's cock other than to admire it with his eyes. He pushes Kyuhyun's thighs apart and licks a wet, hot trail along the inside of one and then the other.
Kyuhyun gives up any pretense of being anything other than completely in Heechul's grasp. Every kiss is hot, sensual, doing things to him that he only barely imagined could be possible. He squirms a little, his body arching, his neglected erection throbbing, little droplets of moisture seeping onto his stomach with his passion.
The next thing he feels are slick, damp fingertips gently, softly circling his opening. He can't imagine how Heechul finessed getting the lube and he doesn't care. Kyuhyun's no fool and he knows how to read, he knows in theory how this is supposed to go, but he can't help hissing a little and pulling away slightly.
Heechul doesn't blame Kyuhyun for his nervousness. Until he knows Heechul won't hurt him this way, and how good this will feel to him, it's only natural. Now is the time, he decides, to give Kyuhyun some distraction. "Shhh, it's just me," he whispers softly and then strokes the tip of his tongue from the head of Kyu's cock to the base. He purrs at the taste, at the feel of the rigid length under his tongue then uses his free hand to guide the tip into his mouth, licking slowly.
"Oh my God," Kyuhyun whines, his hands digging into the tangled bed clothes to keep from grabbing Heechul any which way. "Don't stop, please don't stop," he pleads, twisting upwards for more of that tongue on him.
"Mmm, I'm not stopping," Heechul whispers, sucking a bit more of Kyuhyun's cock into his mouth, pleased beyond words at the strangled cries the younger man is making. His fingertips resume their soft delicate circling at Kyuhyun's opening and then he eases one inside, bit by tiny bit, half forcing and half coaxing the tight ring to loosen.
Kyuhyun is crying out wordlessly, hoarsely, twisting a little between the hot, hot silk of Heechul's lips and the firm pressure entering him carefully. He's never felt so wanton, so sexual, so delicious and he's greedy for more and more. He barely realizes how he chants Heechul's name, interspersed with pleas and half strangled curses.
Heechul starts to shudder, fiendishly aroused by Kyuhyun's responses. This is so much better than any fantasy he's ever dreamed up and he slips a second finger into Kyuhyun's tight body, pushing them deeper. He finds just the right spot to nudge against, at the same time, taking more of Kyuhyun's cock in his mouth, sucking greedily. Kyuhyun's sexy little whimper is all he needs to reassure him that what his lover wants right now is more, not stopping.
Kyuhyun thinks he's coming unglued, pleasure beating at his brain, making his blood pulse against the top of his head, the soles of his feet, the length of his cock buried in Heechul's mouth. He'd scream if he had the breath. The fingers inside him seem to brush some special spot and he jerks hard, pushing upward until Heechul's hand restrains him from moving more. "Close...so close," he chokes out.
Heechul lifts his head, letting Kyuhyun's cock go with a soft pop, and rises to his knees between Kyuhyun's legs. "Oh no you don't, baby, not yet," he orders softly, his free hand circling the base of Kyuhyun's cock to hold him off.
Kyuhyun whimpers, shameless, losing control bit by bit. Hunger is beating at his brain and it's all he can do to keep himself from actively fighting Heechul's grip on him. Those long slender fingers are still working in him and he never fucking imagined he'd feel like this, be like this.
"Please, please, Heenim," he begs, knowing he should hate the filthy, sexy way he feels right now but he doesn't. He just wants more.
"Just wait, Kyuhyun," Heechul says firmly, though it's taking far too much effort to hold Kyuhyun back. If he's this flushed and gorgeous and sensuous now, when he wants it so badly, what will he look like when he's crying out Heechul's name, coming hard.
Heechul licks dry lips and eases the third finger in against the other two, twisting and pushing harder, deeper. He's not exactly small and this is going to hurt no matter what he does. He makes sure to give Kyuhyun plenty of contact on that one spot guaranteed to make him see stars and is rewarded by more of those hot, hoarse little whimpers.
"Heechul," Kyuhyun pants for air, running his hands over every part of the older man he can reach, clutching at him, clinging to him. The stretch of those fingers is starting to hurt, an obscure almost distant pain in comparison to the pleasure soaking his nerves, and the want still beating at his brain. "Need you, God, please, just do it...," he hisses, throwing his head back against the sheets and arching his back, forcing more of those fingers inside him and feeling his body spasm with lust.
"Damn, Kyu, you're so fucking sexy," Heechul answers, wondering how he ever resisted that luscious milk chocolate voice and this sleek masculine body. He pulls his fingers free, unable to keep from a faint triumphant smirk as his new lover whines pitifully at the sudden emptiness. "I can't stop now," he adds, warningly, taking care to slick himself generously, almost sloppily.
"If you stop now, I swear to God, I will strangle you," Kyuhyun announces, his eyes half closed and his jaw hard from grinding his teeth, even though the desperate little whimpers keep breaking through anyway. How could he know he'd feel so fucking empty after Heechul's fingers left him. He rolls his hips, watching Heechul slick himself, admiring the other man's taut body and gorgeous erection while his heart pounds and pounds against the cage of his ribs.
"You wouldn't...then you'd never get fucked, baby," Heechul answers, flashing a quick knowing smile to Kyuhyun, lifting one of Kyuhyun's legs to drape over his shoulder and lining himself up. He takes a deep breath, trying to get a handle on how badly he wants to be inside the younger man.
"I thought you were making love to me," Kyuhyun stutters out, even now he can't keep from challenging, pushing at Heechul. He bites the inside of his cheek, every fleeting second is too long.
"Oh, darling, I am...and fucking you too, at the same time," Heechul purrs and starts to push himself inside Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun is so very, very tight and so scaldingly hot and Heechul is swearing viciously in counterpoint to how carefully he's moving.
That's it, Kyuhyun is gone, lost somewhere between "darling" and "fucking you" and the first sultry burning push of Heechul's cock past the tight ring of his opening. He can't move much, not in this position, but his hips jerk upward anyway in quick feverish little spasms. He can't reach Heechul like this so he's gathering up folds of the blankets under him, clenching his fists in them and he has no idea what filthy things he's saying. His stomach is sticky with the fluid leaking free of his throbbing cock and all he can think is more, more, more.
Heechul is panting, taking half a second to register just how beautiful his Kyuhyun is when he's this aroused, this needy. "Mine," he says out loud, harshly, his hips snapping forward despite his sincere desire to go carefully. He closes his eyes tightly and recites the english alphabet backwards in his head to keep from coming right this second. "Mine, Kyu, understand? Mine?" he hisses through his teeth, satisfied when he hears Kyuhyun whining for him.
"Jesus Christ," Kyuhyun cries out, the full hot length of Heechul's cock inside him finally, finally. He doesn't care any more how wrong it is to be saying that while he and Heenim are in bed together. He doesn't care about anything but their two bodies joined together at last and how much he needs, wants, loves Heechul with every nerve and cell in his body. It hurts, it definitely hurts, but it also feels so good.
And Heechul's growling at him, declaring he belongs to Heechul and only Heechul and all Kyuhyun can do is whimper helplessly, his body tightening around Heechul's cock as the pulses of lust speed up and speed up. He could come from this alone, Kyuhyun thinks dizzily.
"Please, lover," he whispers, "need it, need it, please, make me come. Kyuhyun bites his lip, but then he repeats himself, Begging Heechul feels right somehow, at this moment.
"Oh God, Kyuhyun, gonna make you come so hard you see stars," Heechul answers, beginning a rhythm intended to drive them both insane with pleasure. He's trembling just on Kyuhyun's begging, on him calling him lover and he's digging teeth into his lip to keep this even slightly controlled. "Touch yourself for me, baby, wanna see you touch yourself while I'm in you," Heechul hisses, forcing himself to pull almost all the way out just to make Kyuhyun whimper for him. The sound is even better than he thought, especially with those hips jerking up pleadingly. He pushes back inside, slow and steady.
"Please, please, please," Kyuhyun chants, thinking he's going insane. Heechul's cock needs to be inside him right now, needs to be filling him up, forcing that sensation that's pleasure and pain mingled together and so fucking good it's killing him. He doesn't even think of resisting Heechul's command, wrapping his hand firmly around his own cock, and just that alone makes him dizzy with how close he is.
He flicks his eyes open, wanting to see Heechul's beautiful face while he does as he's told, then moaning hoarsely at how sexy his boyfriend's expression is. Heechul is concentrating fiercely, and trembling, Kyuhyun realizes and just because knowing that is making him hotter and hotter, he strokes himself slowly up and down, again and again, rolling his hips up into it and feeling rewarded as Heechul's hips jerk harder against him, into him.
"Yeah, yeah, that's right, sexy, faster," Heechul groans, urging. He's not going to be able to wait much longer and he reaches out, covering Kyu's fist with his own, guiding him to a faster pace. Heechul's hips never stop, he couldn't stop now if the world was falling down around them. "Need you to come for me, Kyuhyun, want to see you come apart on my cock," he says low and almost mean, strangled with need.
Heechul can't even begin to describe the pleasure it gives him for Kyuhyun to obey him without argument. It's almost better than the clinging tight heat and Kyuhyun's hot sweaty body under him and those cries that go straight to his cock. He watches almost in disbelief as Kyu's elegant hand follows the rhythm of his own, and he's moving faster, deeper, harder. The minute Kyuhyun goes over, he'll let go...he's too desperate for it now to hold back.
God, that mean, strangled tone in Heechul's voice is savagely sexual and Kyuhyun couldn't resist him on pain of death. He jerks himself harder, faster, and almost screams with pleasured agony when Heechul obligingly moves faster as well. "Please, oh God, please...gonna... gonna..."
And then it's happening and it's heaven and hell mingled together and so exquisite that all Kyuhyun can feel is the ripping joy of his heavy spasms, spilling hot over his own stomach and chest and the fierce twitch of his muscles over Heechul's cock. He's squeezing Heechul hard, his hand and his cock and crying out Heechul's name. He nearly blacks out, spangled white dots flickering in front of his eyes just as Heechul promised him and how could this be so good?
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes, Kyu!" Heechul almost shrieks at the sight before him, his lover's helpless scream, the way he spasms and jerks beneath Heechul, tightening up so much on his pulsing cock that it's nearly painful. He drags his fingers through the sticky wet pool of Kyuhyun's come and licks them, grabbing Kyuhyun's hips to finish this before he dies of desperation.
Kyu tastes like man, like sex, and yet sweet somehow like his voice and it's with that taste on his tongue that Heechul comes, crying out like an animal and pounding himself into Kyuhyun just to make sure the younger man knows he's been thoroughly taken. The pleasure is like white heat and Heechul is sobbing with it when he finally eases himself free of Kyuhyun's hot body to collapse next to him, kissing his face and neck almost frantically.
Kyuhyun is still trembling all over, but he slides his strained leg down and wraps his arms tightly around Heechul, answering those kisses as best he can. It takes him a moment to understand what Heechul is saying but when he does, he purrs low in his throat like a pleased cat. "I love you, I love you, I love you," Heechul is whispering and Kyuhyun pushes Heechul's hair back from his face, pushing him back a little so he can look in his eyes.
"I love you too, baby," Kyuhyun says softly and then they are tangled together, panting and kissing and touching and sleep comes suddenly like a sweet blissful cloud over them.
Erm, I'm kinda hopefully proud of this cause it was quite hard to write, which stuns me cause I love writing sexy stuff. So I hope you like it, please comment and tell me your thoughts.
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