#6: Burn, YeChul
Title; Burn
Fandom/Pairing; Heechul/Yesung
Rating; R
Summary; Heechul is for Yesung to burn. But no one can burn Yesung.
Author's Note; Oh dear lord, with this theme, all I could think of was sexy YeChul in the dark playing with matches. So that's what this is. Yesung is a tease, by the way. Enjoy.
Even when Yesung strikes the match and holds the flame dangerously close to Heechul’s lips, Heechul doesn’t flinch. He isn’t afraid of burning to death.
Fire is not the enemy.
Yesung puts part of the match in his own mouth without closing his lips, almost being able to taste the fire against his tongue. The burning sensation isn’t at all what he’s used to, and he wants more, but this is only the beginning. He knows he’ll get more later.
Pulling the match out, Yesung waits for the flame to almost reach his fingertips before exhaling a huge wind upon it. When he does, Heechul feels his hot breath brush over his face.
And suddenly, it’s dark again. To dark to see anything, but Heechul knows that Yesung is still there. How could he not when he feels a hot and wet tongue sliding into his mouth?
Heechul lets Yesung explore all inside his mouth as he savors the taste of the fire running along his tongue. A smoky essence builds up between their tongues as they enjoy the last taste of the fire before it runs out.
It’s a pattern. Strike, burn, tongue, taste. Repeat for several minutes.
Heechul waits for Yesung to change his course. Not that he doesn’t like the flavor of Yesung’s fiery tongue…he just wants something different now-something more. Yesung can sense this. He knows Heechul inside and out-in both a dirty and a clean sense.
Taking another match in between his fingers, Yesung snakes it across Heechul’s leg, from his clothed thigh, to his exposed calf where his jeans have been pulled up. Heechul knows what is coming.
That same match it suddenly lit up, and they can see each other’s faces clearly again in that dim glow. Yesung is smirking at him from across the small flame, keeping Heechul’s eyes with his as he lowers the flame. Slowly but not too painstakingly, he draws it across the soft flesh of Heechul’s leg, invoking a loud moan from the older man.
The flame doesn’t completely scorch his skin, but leaves a nice long mark that Heechul will see later and smile to himself about. All the other burning lines across his legs are from Yesung.
They belong to him.
It’s as if he’s marking his territory.
But the marks across Yesung’s own skin are from himself. He doesn’t want Heechul burning him. He never has, and he never will. No one can burn Yesung except for Yesung. It’s a rule Heechul’s always been longing to break.
When he feels Heechul’s hands groping around for the box of matches, Yesung doesn’t even think about letting those slender fingers anywhere near them-and they don’t this time. Heechul isn’t very fast when he’s intoxicated with lust anyway.
Heechul curls his fingers around nothing and twists in ecstasy as Yesung’s tongue glides up and down his new burn marks. His movements intensify as Yesung’s hand is coming up his thigh, and from there he reaches the zipper of Heechul’s pants.
But Yesung is a tease. He always has been. Just as his hand slips into Heechul’s jeans to brush against his crotch, he pulls his hand back out. That quick movement scalds Heechul like a fire he doesn’t welcome.
“What are you doing?”
Yesung crouches over the older man-their noses are touching. “We’ll leave it at that for the evening.”
Sighing, Heechul wants to stop Yesung as he gets up, but there’s nothing he can do. Yesung has his own will, and the last time he tried to stop him from leaving, it was nothing but a failure. So he collapses against the floor as the door opens and closes, flooding the room with light for one second before shutting again. And Yesung is gone.
All Heechul has left of him for the night are the still burning pink lines on his legs, and an equally burning erection between his legs.
Heechul sighs again.
“Bastard.”
Fandom/Pairing; Heechul/Yesung
Rating; R
Summary; Heechul is for Yesung to burn. But no one can burn Yesung.
Author's Note; Oh dear lord, with this theme, all I could think of was sexy YeChul in the dark playing with matches. So that's what this is. Yesung is a tease, by the way. Enjoy.
Even when Yesung strikes the match and holds the flame dangerously close to Heechul’s lips, Heechul doesn’t flinch. He isn’t afraid of burning to death.
Fire is not the enemy.
Yesung puts part of the match in his own mouth without closing his lips, almost being able to taste the fire against his tongue. The burning sensation isn’t at all what he’s used to, and he wants more, but this is only the beginning. He knows he’ll get more later.
Pulling the match out, Yesung waits for the flame to almost reach his fingertips before exhaling a huge wind upon it. When he does, Heechul feels his hot breath brush over his face.
And suddenly, it’s dark again. To dark to see anything, but Heechul knows that Yesung is still there. How could he not when he feels a hot and wet tongue sliding into his mouth?
Heechul lets Yesung explore all inside his mouth as he savors the taste of the fire running along his tongue. A smoky essence builds up between their tongues as they enjoy the last taste of the fire before it runs out.
It’s a pattern. Strike, burn, tongue, taste. Repeat for several minutes.
Heechul waits for Yesung to change his course. Not that he doesn’t like the flavor of Yesung’s fiery tongue…he just wants something different now-something more. Yesung can sense this. He knows Heechul inside and out-in both a dirty and a clean sense.
Taking another match in between his fingers, Yesung snakes it across Heechul’s leg, from his clothed thigh, to his exposed calf where his jeans have been pulled up. Heechul knows what is coming.
That same match it suddenly lit up, and they can see each other’s faces clearly again in that dim glow. Yesung is smirking at him from across the small flame, keeping Heechul’s eyes with his as he lowers the flame. Slowly but not too painstakingly, he draws it across the soft flesh of Heechul’s leg, invoking a loud moan from the older man.
The flame doesn’t completely scorch his skin, but leaves a nice long mark that Heechul will see later and smile to himself about. All the other burning lines across his legs are from Yesung.
They belong to him.
It’s as if he’s marking his territory.
But the marks across Yesung’s own skin are from himself. He doesn’t want Heechul burning him. He never has, and he never will. No one can burn Yesung except for Yesung. It’s a rule Heechul’s always been longing to break.
When he feels Heechul’s hands groping around for the box of matches, Yesung doesn’t even think about letting those slender fingers anywhere near them-and they don’t this time. Heechul isn’t very fast when he’s intoxicated with lust anyway.
Heechul curls his fingers around nothing and twists in ecstasy as Yesung’s tongue glides up and down his new burn marks. His movements intensify as Yesung’s hand is coming up his thigh, and from there he reaches the zipper of Heechul’s pants.
But Yesung is a tease. He always has been. Just as his hand slips into Heechul’s jeans to brush against his crotch, he pulls his hand back out. That quick movement scalds Heechul like a fire he doesn’t welcome.
“What are you doing?”
Yesung crouches over the older man-their noses are touching. “We’ll leave it at that for the evening.”
Sighing, Heechul wants to stop Yesung as he gets up, but there’s nothing he can do. Yesung has his own will, and the last time he tried to stop him from leaving, it was nothing but a failure. So he collapses against the floor as the door opens and closes, flooding the room with light for one second before shutting again. And Yesung is gone.
All Heechul has left of him for the night are the still burning pink lines on his legs, and an equally burning erection between his legs.
Heechul sighs again.
“Bastard.”