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100 fic challenge [#021.] Park Benches, Yesung/Kyuhyun
Title: This fic does not deserve a title
Length: 665 words
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: NC-17 (cybersex, actual sex)
Summary: Artistic_voice arranges to meet Glasses87 in a park.
Author's note: DON'T JUDGE ME.
The thing about park benches is that there isn't ever just one. There are many, and they all look the same, and they all tend to be situated under a tree, so when Yesung's internet friend tells him to meet him on the park bench under the tree in that park across from that university, Yesung can hardly be blamed for picking the wrong one.
"Hey," he says, "sorry I'm late. Traffic. I don't know why you picked this place, it's so far from where you live."
The man who looks at him with a rather bemused expression on his face is a little younger than Yesung had expected, but then Yesung is probably a little shorter, a little less cool and, he notes sourly, a lot less coordinated, as he drops his wallet and an unopened condom goes skittering across gravel.
The man - not actually Glasses87 as Yesung believes, but he doesn't know it yet - picks up the condom between his forefinger and his middle one and gives Yesung a questioning look. Yesung chuckles and takes it from him.
"No need to act shy now," he says, tucking it into his back pocket. "Come on, the hotel's this way."
So Glasses87 does not actually wear spectacles, Yesung notes, as his companion follows him, hands in his pocket, but he is in fact as quiet in real life as he'd expected. He also fills out a shirt and jeans quite nicely, and has a bit of an insolent air, all things Yesung fully intends to divest him of once they are in the room he has booked, door closed and curtains drawn.
This is how it began:
Artistic_Voice: So, do you wear glasses or do you like them on people?
Glasses87: I beg your pardon?
Artistic_Voice: Your sn.
Glasses87: ...You need to work on your internet pick up lines.
Artistic_Voice: I guess you tink you could teach me.
Glasses87: It's 'think', and yeah.
His movements are a little more reserved than Yesung had expected, a little more hesitant, but Yesung supposes that not everyone makes the transition from onscreen sex chat to plain offscreen sex so easily. Not that there will be anything plain about the sex he has planned, Yesung thinks, as he pushes Glasses87 up against the wall and pins his wrists by his head, parted lips wet as he slides his tongue into the other man's mouth.
Artistic_Voice: I'm kissing slow trails across your naked chest. My lips are warm against your skin. I take one of your nipples into my mouth and lick a circle around it before sucking ever so lightly on the hardened nub.
Glasses87: Sorry, brb.
Glasses87 releases a shaky breath Yesung hadn't noticed he was holding, and it spurs Yesung on, pulling him over to the bed and pushing him on his back. They've done this before, many times, only now instead of jerking off to words on a screen Yesung unzips his pants and kicks them off, and coaxes Glasses87 into doing the same. Yesung begins to think that Glasses87 was holding back on him, because here, now, as he arches his back, jerking his hips in response to the young man's touch, to his lips, to his wam, wet tongue, this is surpassing all his expectations, everything he'd ever imagined, and he's never been more glad he'd made the decision to consummate an internet relationship in real life.
Glasses87 recovers before he does, pulling on his pants and buttoning his shirt, giving Yesung a thorough kiss that leaves him feeling boneless and utterly satisfied.
"What's your name?" Yesung asks, before Glasses87 leaves the room.
"Kyuhyun," he replies, and as the door shuts Yesung practices the feel of the name on his tongue.
This is how it ends:
Artistic_Voice: Hi Kyuhyun.
Glasses87: Who's Kyuhyun?
Artistic_VOice: ... you are.
Glasses87: Huh. Excuse me while I go have an identity crisis.
Artistic_Voice: but if you're not Kyuhyun then who the hell did I have sex with last Sunday?
Title: This fic does not deserve a title
Length: 665 words
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: NC-17 (cybersex, actual sex)
Summary: Artistic_voice arranges to meet Glasses87 in a park.
Author's note: DON'T JUDGE ME.
The thing about park benches is that there isn't ever just one. There are many, and they all look the same, and they all tend to be situated under a tree, so when Yesung's internet friend tells him to meet him on the park bench under the tree in that park across from that university, Yesung can hardly be blamed for picking the wrong one.
"Hey," he says, "sorry I'm late. Traffic. I don't know why you picked this place, it's so far from where you live."
The man who looks at him with a rather bemused expression on his face is a little younger than Yesung had expected, but then Yesung is probably a little shorter, a little less cool and, he notes sourly, a lot less coordinated, as he drops his wallet and an unopened condom goes skittering across gravel.
The man - not actually Glasses87 as Yesung believes, but he doesn't know it yet - picks up the condom between his forefinger and his middle one and gives Yesung a questioning look. Yesung chuckles and takes it from him.
"No need to act shy now," he says, tucking it into his back pocket. "Come on, the hotel's this way."
So Glasses87 does not actually wear spectacles, Yesung notes, as his companion follows him, hands in his pocket, but he is in fact as quiet in real life as he'd expected. He also fills out a shirt and jeans quite nicely, and has a bit of an insolent air, all things Yesung fully intends to divest him of once they are in the room he has booked, door closed and curtains drawn.
This is how it began:
Artistic_Voice: So, do you wear glasses or do you like them on people?
Glasses87: I beg your pardon?
Artistic_Voice: Your sn.
Glasses87: ...You need to work on your internet pick up lines.
Artistic_Voice: I guess you tink you could teach me.
Glasses87: It's 'think', and yeah.
His movements are a little more reserved than Yesung had expected, a little more hesitant, but Yesung supposes that not everyone makes the transition from onscreen sex chat to plain offscreen sex so easily. Not that there will be anything plain about the sex he has planned, Yesung thinks, as he pushes Glasses87 up against the wall and pins his wrists by his head, parted lips wet as he slides his tongue into the other man's mouth.
Artistic_Voice: I'm kissing slow trails across your naked chest. My lips are warm against your skin. I take one of your nipples into my mouth and lick a circle around it before sucking ever so lightly on the hardened nub.
Glasses87: Sorry, brb.
Glasses87 releases a shaky breath Yesung hadn't noticed he was holding, and it spurs Yesung on, pulling him over to the bed and pushing him on his back. They've done this before, many times, only now instead of jerking off to words on a screen Yesung unzips his pants and kicks them off, and coaxes Glasses87 into doing the same. Yesung begins to think that Glasses87 was holding back on him, because here, now, as he arches his back, jerking his hips in response to the young man's touch, to his lips, to his wam, wet tongue, this is surpassing all his expectations, everything he'd ever imagined, and he's never been more glad he'd made the decision to consummate an internet relationship in real life.
Glasses87 recovers before he does, pulling on his pants and buttoning his shirt, giving Yesung a thorough kiss that leaves him feeling boneless and utterly satisfied.
"What's your name?" Yesung asks, before Glasses87 leaves the room.
"Kyuhyun," he replies, and as the door shuts Yesung practices the feel of the name on his tongue.
This is how it ends:
Artistic_Voice: Hi Kyuhyun.
Glasses87: Who's Kyuhyun?
Artistic_VOice: ... you are.
Glasses87: Huh. Excuse me while I go have an identity crisis.
Artistic_Voice: but if you're not Kyuhyun then who the hell did I have sex with last Sunday?