round 05, challenge five: entry #03
Title: puff the magic dragon
Fandom and Pairing: super junior, heechul/yesung
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 200
Summary: lucy in the sky with diamonds
Warnings: drug abuse
All Yesung knows is that it’s really expensive shit and he paid for half of it. “Give it here,” he scowls, grabbing Heechul’s wrist. His thumb overlaps his fingers, which throws him off a little. There is an epiphany to be had about frailty and illusions, but Yesung only narrows his eyes. “Don’t hog it all.”
Heechul gives him a dazed smirk. Yesung’s not particularly worried for whatever Heechul has planned, but the sudden jerk of his arm throws Yesung off-balance - and right into the territory of shared breaths.
“Patience,” Heechul sighs, bringing the joint to his mouth again. He takes a long puff, elaborate and drawn out because he knows Yesung is watching with halted breath. This is their routine, their battle, the definition of Heechul’s easy popularity against Yesung’s struggle for appreciation, and he can’t remember ever feeling so insignificant.
A snap decision and he’s suddenly there, biting Heechul’s lips until they open with a rush of moist breath and sweet smoke. Yesung lets it into his lungs and holds it there with seal of their mouths, their languid tongues mixing the air in between.
When Heechul breaks away with a shudder, it feels a little like victory.
Fandom and Pairing: super junior, heechul/yesung
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 200
Summary: lucy in the sky with diamonds
Warnings: drug abuse
All Yesung knows is that it’s really expensive shit and he paid for half of it. “Give it here,” he scowls, grabbing Heechul’s wrist. His thumb overlaps his fingers, which throws him off a little. There is an epiphany to be had about frailty and illusions, but Yesung only narrows his eyes. “Don’t hog it all.”
Heechul gives him a dazed smirk. Yesung’s not particularly worried for whatever Heechul has planned, but the sudden jerk of his arm throws Yesung off-balance - and right into the territory of shared breaths.
“Patience,” Heechul sighs, bringing the joint to his mouth again. He takes a long puff, elaborate and drawn out because he knows Yesung is watching with halted breath. This is their routine, their battle, the definition of Heechul’s easy popularity against Yesung’s struggle for appreciation, and he can’t remember ever feeling so insignificant.
A snap decision and he’s suddenly there, biting Heechul’s lips until they open with a rush of moist breath and sweet smoke. Yesung lets it into his lungs and holds it there with seal of their mouths, their languid tongues mixing the air in between.
When Heechul breaks away with a shudder, it feels a little like victory.