[fic]
title: The Art of Giving In
rating: PG-13
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Kibum/Heechul
summary: It never takes Kibum long to give in, really.
comments: Just a little something I wrote because I was bored.
The wall is sudden and cool and hard against Kibum’s back. His eyes widen a little, surprised, as a body presses firmly up against his. Well, this is unexpected, he thinks to himself. Very unexpected.
The wall is firm against his back, at complete odds to the soft lips pressing against his skin. "I thought you were ignoring me," he says, trying to appear cool and unaffected, although really that's the last thing he is right now, with those lips now working their way down across his neck. He tilts his head a little, allows better access, but that's all he does in response to the hot, open-mouthed kisses being pressed against his skin. All he allows himself to respond, anyway, when inside he represses a shiver.
"I was," is the completely serious reply. Those lips crawl over to the other side of his neck, and now he can feel the warm pressure of that mouth sucking on his skin. This time, the shiver is harder to repress. Bastard knows his weak spots.
"So what's this?" Kibum asks, ignoring the almost overwhelming urge he has to fold his arms around him and pull that mouth up for a proper kiss.
"This," and now that almost devilish mouth has moved up, tonguing wetly the spot behind his ear. He can't hold back the soft exhalation of air, but that's all that he lets escape from him, for now. "Is me forgiving you." A warm tongue traces the shell of his ear, before he feels the slight graze of teeth over his lobe. He really was aiming for all of Kibum’s weak spots here, and it was working.
He goes to respond when he feels fingers tug at his shirt, slide underneath, and smooth themselves coolly over his skin; the words stick in his throat, for just a moment. All he can manage is a name, uttered along a soft breath of air. “Heechul.”
Kibum is sure he can feel a smirk pressed against his jaw line, where the kisses have now moved themselves to. That alone drives him a little crazy, knowing that Heechul’s smirking, smug over the effect he can cause.
Another soft breath of air, not quite a gasp, and he slips an arm around Heechul’s waist, tugs his body closer, though they're pretty damn close already, chest to chest and hip to hip. Fingers crawl their way further up his body and he can feel his skin shuddering in response to their teasing touches. Not fair, not fair at all.
"It was all stupid, anyway," Kibum finally says, the words having come unglued from his throat, with no thanks to the lips that are pressing down against his neck again. His other arm slips around Heechul’s shoulder, hand easily tucking itself behind his neck, fingers automatically threading through his hair. It never takes Kibum long to give in, really.
Teeth against his neck, and he hisses softly, the slight sting makes his pulse race. Even if he wanted to now, he really can't quite hide the effects their proximity, those kisses and touches, are having on him. And he knows that was exactly what had been sought after in the first place. Damn him.
He's rewarded with a firm, "shut up," and another slight bite into his skin. It would probably leave a mark, and he'd probably be in trouble, but he could care less right now.
Hips press tightly up against his own, and he can feel the hot, heavy breath rolling over his skin, and it's that and that alone that really makes Kibum give in. When they're so close he can feel the breath against his skin, that's when he always, always, ends up giving in.
His fingers curl tightly into strands of hair, shorter than he's used to, and he drags Heechul’s head up for a kiss, mouths meeting almost furiously now, lips pressing together roughly. It's hot, and wet, just how he likes their kisses to be, and he already knows that he's gone, completely and utterly gone, lost in the feeling of lips and tongues and fingers and hips and him.
Really though, he was gone before any of this had even started. He always is, because this - Heechul - is too hard to say no to, and Kibum never even tries, anyway.
- end -
rating: PG-13
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Kibum/Heechul
summary: It never takes Kibum long to give in, really.
comments: Just a little something I wrote because I was bored.
The wall is sudden and cool and hard against Kibum’s back. His eyes widen a little, surprised, as a body presses firmly up against his. Well, this is unexpected, he thinks to himself. Very unexpected.
The wall is firm against his back, at complete odds to the soft lips pressing against his skin. "I thought you were ignoring me," he says, trying to appear cool and unaffected, although really that's the last thing he is right now, with those lips now working their way down across his neck. He tilts his head a little, allows better access, but that's all he does in response to the hot, open-mouthed kisses being pressed against his skin. All he allows himself to respond, anyway, when inside he represses a shiver.
"I was," is the completely serious reply. Those lips crawl over to the other side of his neck, and now he can feel the warm pressure of that mouth sucking on his skin. This time, the shiver is harder to repress. Bastard knows his weak spots.
"So what's this?" Kibum asks, ignoring the almost overwhelming urge he has to fold his arms around him and pull that mouth up for a proper kiss.
"This," and now that almost devilish mouth has moved up, tonguing wetly the spot behind his ear. He can't hold back the soft exhalation of air, but that's all that he lets escape from him, for now. "Is me forgiving you." A warm tongue traces the shell of his ear, before he feels the slight graze of teeth over his lobe. He really was aiming for all of Kibum’s weak spots here, and it was working.
He goes to respond when he feels fingers tug at his shirt, slide underneath, and smooth themselves coolly over his skin; the words stick in his throat, for just a moment. All he can manage is a name, uttered along a soft breath of air. “Heechul.”
Kibum is sure he can feel a smirk pressed against his jaw line, where the kisses have now moved themselves to. That alone drives him a little crazy, knowing that Heechul’s smirking, smug over the effect he can cause.
Another soft breath of air, not quite a gasp, and he slips an arm around Heechul’s waist, tugs his body closer, though they're pretty damn close already, chest to chest and hip to hip. Fingers crawl their way further up his body and he can feel his skin shuddering in response to their teasing touches. Not fair, not fair at all.
"It was all stupid, anyway," Kibum finally says, the words having come unglued from his throat, with no thanks to the lips that are pressing down against his neck again. His other arm slips around Heechul’s shoulder, hand easily tucking itself behind his neck, fingers automatically threading through his hair. It never takes Kibum long to give in, really.
Teeth against his neck, and he hisses softly, the slight sting makes his pulse race. Even if he wanted to now, he really can't quite hide the effects their proximity, those kisses and touches, are having on him. And he knows that was exactly what had been sought after in the first place. Damn him.
He's rewarded with a firm, "shut up," and another slight bite into his skin. It would probably leave a mark, and he'd probably be in trouble, but he could care less right now.
Hips press tightly up against his own, and he can feel the hot, heavy breath rolling over his skin, and it's that and that alone that really makes Kibum give in. When they're so close he can feel the breath against his skin, that's when he always, always, ends up giving in.
His fingers curl tightly into strands of hair, shorter than he's used to, and he drags Heechul’s head up for a kiss, mouths meeting almost furiously now, lips pressing together roughly. It's hot, and wet, just how he likes their kisses to be, and he already knows that he's gone, completely and utterly gone, lost in the feeling of lips and tongues and fingers and hips and him.
Really though, he was gone before any of this had even started. He always is, because this - Heechul - is too hard to say no to, and Kibum never even tries, anyway.
- end -