The Night of the Blue Moon
The Night of the Blue Moon
Theme 027. Replacement (Heechul/Kibum)
Warning! Adult Concepts; Bad Language; Alcohol Use
Desperate to save one of the few nights he has alone with Heechul, Kibum gets a stupid idea.
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Kibum grinned when he stepped from the bathroom and spotted Heechul sitting on his bed.
"Don't get so excited." Heechul warned, standing up. "I still need a shower.." And indeed, he was already holding a towel.
"You could've come in with me."
Heechul was sarcastically stunned by the idea. "Showers are for getting clean, not for getting dirty!" he exclaimed with fake sincerity just before disappearing into the master bathroom.
Kibum gave a small laugh, then turned his attention to getting things ready for the night ahead. Pulled down the bedspread, fluffed the pillows, stared in the mirror wondering whether or not he should go ahead and remove his pajamas, decided against it, oh.. and he had to pull out the lube.
... Where was the lube?
With a frown, Kibum began frantically pulling everything from the drawer of his bedside table. It didn't take long, because there wasn't much inside of it - certainly no lube, anyway. He returned everything, mind frantic as he did. Had they used the last of it? Wouldn't he have remembered to get more? What can be used to replace it?
...
Fully aware that Heechul was not a type to accept anything strange (not inside of his own body, anyway), Kibum raided the kitchen anyway, hoping maybe that there would be something similar enough to the real thing for even his stubborn lover to agree. He dismissed their assorted condiments, chuckled to himself for even considering dish detergent, and was inspecting a bottle of vegetable oil when he spotted it. A bottle of soju.
Maybe, just maybe, Heechul would settle for less then lube.. if he was drunk enough.
Only problem is, Heechul doesn't get drunk.
Kibum sighed, thinking it over. There's a first time for everything, right?
When Heechul stepped into the bedroom, wearing his pajamas and patting his wet hair with a towel, he found Kibum sitting on the floor with a bottle of soju and two cups.
Laughing, he asked "What are you doing?"
Kibum gave him an innocent smile, "Want a drink?"
"Oh suddenly you need a drink before we have sex, is that how it is?" Heechul asked jokingly, sitting on the floor next to Kibum.
Kibum waved a dismissive hand. "I want to play a game."
"A game." Heechul's amusement was wearing thin, quickly replaced for impatience. If someone were to begin a game, it should be himself, afterall. Not Kibum.
"Just humor me." Kibum said, frowning at Heechul's expression.
"On one of the few nights we have together, you want to play a drinking game?" Now Heechul was outright offended.
"I think you're sexy when you drink."
"You're up to something, don't think that I don't know it."
"It's just drinking."
"Yeah, so pour for me already!"
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Kibum drinks.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Heechul drinks.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Kibum drinks.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Why the hell didn't Kibum think of a game that's easier to win?
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! "Ah, if you wanted to drink, why didn't you think of a better game?!" Heechul smacked Kibum on the head.
Kibum leaned away, rubbing his head. "Okay. We can play.."
Heechul huffed, standing up. "Forget about it. I'm not even in the mood now.."
Fast as he could, Kibum stood up. "Not even in the mood for what?"
"Sigh~ Good night, Kibum." Heechul said, lying on the bed.
"Hey." Kibum climbs onto the bed next to him, "You can't go to sleep."
Well Heechul was only playing, up until that moment. "Oh, you think you can tell me what to do?"
Kibum frowned, already regretting his words. "Hyung."
"Good niiight." Heechul grabbed the bedspread, pulling it up over himself.
Kibum did all he could do, and joined Heechul under the bedspread, hugging onto him and whispering words he truly truly meant.
"I love you", "I want you", "I need you".
"I know what you really need." Heechul whispered back tiredly.
Kibum dreaded that the answer was 'sleep' or 'a brain', but asked anyway. "What?"
From the pocket of his pajama pants, Heechul pulled out a small bottle, and lifted it over the bedspread for Kibum to see. "This."
Kibum snatched the lube from Heechul's hand, laughing. "I hate you."
Heechul laughed back, "Then I really will go to sleep.."
"Seriously?"
"Just fuck me, Kibum. Before I change my mind."
Theme 027. Replacement (Heechul/Kibum)
Warning! Adult Concepts; Bad Language; Alcohol Use
Desperate to save one of the few nights he has alone with Heechul, Kibum gets a stupid idea.
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Kibum grinned when he stepped from the bathroom and spotted Heechul sitting on his bed.
"Don't get so excited." Heechul warned, standing up. "I still need a shower.." And indeed, he was already holding a towel.
"You could've come in with me."
Heechul was sarcastically stunned by the idea. "Showers are for getting clean, not for getting dirty!" he exclaimed with fake sincerity just before disappearing into the master bathroom.
Kibum gave a small laugh, then turned his attention to getting things ready for the night ahead. Pulled down the bedspread, fluffed the pillows, stared in the mirror wondering whether or not he should go ahead and remove his pajamas, decided against it, oh.. and he had to pull out the lube.
... Where was the lube?
With a frown, Kibum began frantically pulling everything from the drawer of his bedside table. It didn't take long, because there wasn't much inside of it - certainly no lube, anyway. He returned everything, mind frantic as he did. Had they used the last of it? Wouldn't he have remembered to get more? What can be used to replace it?
...
Fully aware that Heechul was not a type to accept anything strange (not inside of his own body, anyway), Kibum raided the kitchen anyway, hoping maybe that there would be something similar enough to the real thing for even his stubborn lover to agree. He dismissed their assorted condiments, chuckled to himself for even considering dish detergent, and was inspecting a bottle of vegetable oil when he spotted it. A bottle of soju.
Maybe, just maybe, Heechul would settle for less then lube.. if he was drunk enough.
Only problem is, Heechul doesn't get drunk.
Kibum sighed, thinking it over. There's a first time for everything, right?
When Heechul stepped into the bedroom, wearing his pajamas and patting his wet hair with a towel, he found Kibum sitting on the floor with a bottle of soju and two cups.
Laughing, he asked "What are you doing?"
Kibum gave him an innocent smile, "Want a drink?"
"Oh suddenly you need a drink before we have sex, is that how it is?" Heechul asked jokingly, sitting on the floor next to Kibum.
Kibum waved a dismissive hand. "I want to play a game."
"A game." Heechul's amusement was wearing thin, quickly replaced for impatience. If someone were to begin a game, it should be himself, afterall. Not Kibum.
"Just humor me." Kibum said, frowning at Heechul's expression.
"On one of the few nights we have together, you want to play a drinking game?" Now Heechul was outright offended.
"I think you're sexy when you drink."
"You're up to something, don't think that I don't know it."
"It's just drinking."
"Yeah, so pour for me already!"
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Kibum drinks.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Heechul drinks.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Kibum drinks.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Why the hell didn't Kibum think of a game that's easier to win?
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! "Ah, if you wanted to drink, why didn't you think of a better game?!" Heechul smacked Kibum on the head.
Kibum leaned away, rubbing his head. "Okay. We can play.."
Heechul huffed, standing up. "Forget about it. I'm not even in the mood now.."
Fast as he could, Kibum stood up. "Not even in the mood for what?"
"Sigh~ Good night, Kibum." Heechul said, lying on the bed.
"Hey." Kibum climbs onto the bed next to him, "You can't go to sleep."
Well Heechul was only playing, up until that moment. "Oh, you think you can tell me what to do?"
Kibum frowned, already regretting his words. "Hyung."
"Good niiight." Heechul grabbed the bedspread, pulling it up over himself.
Kibum did all he could do, and joined Heechul under the bedspread, hugging onto him and whispering words he truly truly meant.
"I love you", "I want you", "I need you".
"I know what you really need." Heechul whispered back tiredly.
Kibum dreaded that the answer was 'sleep' or 'a brain', but asked anyway. "What?"
From the pocket of his pajama pants, Heechul pulled out a small bottle, and lifted it over the bedspread for Kibum to see. "This."
Kibum snatched the lube from Heechul's hand, laughing. "I hate you."
Heechul laughed back, "Then I really will go to sleep.."
"Seriously?"
"Just fuck me, Kibum. Before I change my mind."