It Pays to Pay Attention (Kibum/Heechul)
Title: It Pays to Pay Attention
Pairing: Kibum/Heechul (or Heechul/Kibum, depending on how you look at it)
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4847 words.
Summary: The next installment in the series that contains: Higher Learning, Detention, Class Reunion, Locker Room, Anatomy 101, Home Economics, Ph.D. in Perversion, The Psychology of Love, Love Lessons Part One, Love Lessons Part Two, and Of Broken Lesson Plans. Like all the others this could be read alone, but I think it would be somewhat helpful if you've read the others.
Kibum isn't the most attentive person in the world, but Heechul discovers a surefire way to get his attention every time.
"So I was thinking..." Heechul turned to sit sideways on the sofa to face the other occupant, bringing one elbow up to rest upon the back so he could rest his head against his hand. "I think you should repaint your living room. Blue maybe... this off white color is boring."
"Mhmm."
"Or maybe a green color. Green is nice too."
"Mhmm."
"Or teal. Green and blue together."
"Mhmm."
Heechul stopped, lips pursing into a thin line as he eyed the other man. "You're not listening to me, are you?"
"Mhmm."
Heechul rolled his eyes, leaning back into the corner of the sofa, continuing to eye the man who insisted on keeping his nose stuck in a book nearly every spare minute he had. "So your mother called. She's divorcing your father and going to join a nudist colony on mars."
"Mhmm."
"Come to think of it, I might go with her. I hear you could get a good tan there."
"Mhmm."
"Aish..." Heechul muttered, spinning himself around to face forward once more, crossing his arms over his chest and becoming utterly bored with the fact that no one was paying attention to him. "I could use this to my advantage, you know? Can I have your Mercedes? Can I use your credit card for my next shopping spree? You should be thankful I'm not that mean."
"Mhmm."
"Oh shut up, I wasn't talking to you! Well I was, but not now."
"Mhmm."
Heechul frowned, lifting a hand to thwap the other man's shoulder none too gently. Kibum nearly dropped his book, eyes widening as a look of pain washed over his face. He brought a hand up to grip his shoulder, turning slightly where he sat to look at Heechul.
"What did you hit me for?!"
"You deserved it."
Heechul stood then, turning his nose up in the air in true diva fashion, and headed down the hall into the bedroom he shared with Kibum.
It hadn't always been that way. Even now there were times Kibum wasn't quite sure how it got that way, but he knew better than to ask questions. They had dated off and on for awhile after Super Junior split up, though they were never really official dates. The both of them had such busy schedules that when they were both free at the same time they would decide to go and hang out together and catch up on all that had been going on. Eventually it got to the point where they were arranging their schedules around when they could see each other next, and then came the overnight visits. Eventually it got to the point where Heechul simply left his overnight bag in Kibum’s bathroom, and Kibum never said a word. Soon enough Heechul began leaving his clothes as well, explaining that he needed his beauty rest, and this would allow him more of it in the morning, not having to drive back to his apartment to get dressed. After that came his cosmetics and toiletries, because what would the point be of getting dressed at Kibum’s if he had to drive back to his apartment to put his face on?
Kibum’s house had been sparsely decorated, he’d never been one to like frills and nick-knacks and all the other stuff people cluttered their houses up with. His bathroom had remained empty, occupied only by a bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, a razor and shaving cream. His towels hadn’t matched, they were rough and scratchy, but he was a guy and didn’t care. Heechul had changed all that though.
There was a bathmat on the floor in front of the shower, a fluffy pastel purple one that Kibum couldn’t stand, but Heechul had wined about how he hated stepping on the cold tile floor in the morning, especially after just getting out of a nice warm shower, so Kibum had let the bathmat stay. Heechul eventually quit putting his toiletries back in his overnight bag, so there was now a pink loofah dangling in his shower alongside some sort of fruity smelling body wash that promised to moisturize as it cleaned, and Kibum wondered why Heechul couldn’t just put lotion on after his shower if he was that desperate to have soft skin, but Kibum was a guy and didn’t understand how that sort’ve stuff worked anyways. There were more bottles of shampoo and conditioner in his shower now than he could go through in a year by himself. There were kinds that added shine, kinds that added volume. There were shampoos for deep cleaning and conditioners for deep conditioning, and he had to wonder just how many times a day Heechul had to wash his hair to put all of this to good use, but he was a guy and didn’t understand that women (and Heechul) had a weekly hair schedule for what got washed when and how. His sink was cluttered with face washes and toners and moisturizers, under eye creams and skin brighteners, and he’d eventually had to resort to keeping his toothbrush and tooth paste in a drawer to keep it from getting mixed in with Heechul’s growing collection of cosmetic nonsense.
It wasn’t as though he didn’t have a guest room for Heechul to use, he had two in fact, each with their own bathroom, but Heechul had already moved himself in right where he wanted, and Kibum was a guy and he wasn’t about to touch anything that had a ’girly stink’ to it, even if it was to move it out of his way. He’d never actually admit it, but he loved Heechul and his girly stink, especially when they were curled up together in bed at night and Kibum was able to tuck his face into the curve of Heechul’s neck, because Heechul smelled far better than any other man he’d curled up with, not that there had been that many.
There were times when Heechul didn’t quite know why he stayed, because he was a diva and it wasn’t as though Kibum went out of his way to make him feel welcome, not like everyone else did. Even after all the years spent away from Super Junior, Heechul was still quite the celebrity, what with his solo albums, cameos in movies, television shows, and most recently the release of a clothing line. Heechul enjoyed the fame, milked it for everything it was worth, and relished in the attention he got, yet when he came home to Kibum he was ignored.
Sometimes, if he managed to make it home before Kibum did and was able to capture his attention right after he walked through the door, things would be okay. Kibum would pay attention to him, and all would be right with the world. But more often than not, Kibum made it back to the house before Heechul did, and when Heechul would finally make it home Kibum would already be curled up in the den with his nose in a book or another new script, and short of setting the house on fire (which Heechul had threatened to do several times) nothing could pry Kibum away from his books. Heechul had even threatened to leave, but Kibum had only replied with the usual ‘mhmm’, and Heechul had wound up staying. He’d packed a bag and marched right to the door, and still Kibum didn’t move from the spot where he always curled up on the sofa to read. Heechul had inched towards the door, calling out to make sure Kibum knew each time he took a step, promising that he really was leaving that time, but still there was nothing, and for whatever reason Heechul hadn’t been able to bring himself to walk out the door. Other than not paying attention to him, Kibum hadn’t done anything wrong, Heechul had to admit that. It wasn’t as though Kibum hadn’t ignored him before, either. That was how he’d always been, even in Super Junior. He’d been more content to spend time by himself than he was to be with the group, and that was why he’d moved out of the dorm to begin with. There was always the possibility that being ignored was just what Heechul needed, even though he’d never admit it. Being ignored kept him grounded, because every time he succeeded and his head began to swell, Kibum was always there with his lack of attention to deflate it.
Heechul had stood stubbornly by the door for half an hour the night he’d threatened to leave before giving in and wandering back into the den. He’d flopped dramatically on the sofa then, head in Kibum’s lap in hopes of distracting him from his book once more, but instead all he got was a hand in his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp slightly. Those fingertips would leave every now and again to turn the page, but then they came right back, massaging yet again, and it felt so nice that Heechul found himself falling asleep before he thought to try and complain again. He woke later that night tucked carefully into bed with Kibum snuggled close, right arm thrown carelessly over Heechul’s chest. It made Heechul smile in the darkness of the room, because despite all of the attention and things he wanted from Kibum that he didn’t get, this was all that he needed.
Heechul sat quietly in the bedroom, thinking… debating on how best to try and steal Kibum’s attention away yet again. He crossed his arms over his chest, debating for a moment before his eyes focused on some shopping bags he’d brought back with him earlier, a wicked grin slipping over his lips. He got up from the bed then, sticking his head out the door to call to Kibum.
“Yaaah… I have some new stuff I’m working on for my clothing line, you want to see?” He listened for a short while, and even though he was down the hall he was still sure he could hear Kibum’s ‘mhmm’.
He grinned, hopping back into the bedroom to rummage through the bags in search of the particular piece he had in mind. He’d been lying by saying that he’d been designing it. It’d picked it up at the store on a whim, but Kibum didn’t need to know that, at least not at the moment. It took him a while to change and get everything situated just right but he was eventually satisfied with his appearance and headed out of the bedroom, marching himself right back into the den where Kibum was. He didn’t say a word, simply moving to stand right in front of Kibum, one hipped cocked to the side with his hand resting upon it as he waited.
He stood there for a good five minutes before Kibum even realized he was there, and that was only because he realized there was bare skin within his line of sight, just over the edge of his book. He offered Heechul’s bare thighs just a quick glance before looking back to the words in his book. Heechul saw the subtle shift in Kibum’s eyes behind his glasses though, and it was more than enough to cause a satisfied grin to spread over Heechul’s newly glossed lips. It wouldn’t take much more time, he was confident of that. He even began to count softly, well manicured nails drumming softly over a bare thigh.
“Five… four… three… two…”
Kibum’s eyes lifted from the book once more to focus on Heechul’s thighs yet again, letting his vision roam over the muscle incased beneath milky skin. Slowly his eyes began to lift then, even his eyebrows lifted higher on his forehead when he caught sight of the thin white lace panties that Heechul had put on, held up by nothing more than two thin strips of material tied into a bow over each hip. Then there was the bare skin of his stomach, flat and smooth as it always been. He lifted his eyes on up higher to Heechul’s chest. He had on a teddy of sorts, a lacy piece of lingerie that was obviously meant for a woman to wear. There was just enough material to cover what would have been a woman’s breasts, a bow tied beneath from which the two pieces of material that made up the rest of the material parted, wrapping around Heechul’s back but exposing his front. It was white as well, made of a sheer almost gauze like material that was easily seen through, and it had white lace trim as well. He dared to let his eyes wander on up to Heechul’s face then to see that he’d pulled his hair up into a loose bun, but there were still stray bits of hair that fell down to frame his face, and in the glow of the lamp next to where Kibum was sitting, he was pretty sure he’d never seen Heechul look more beautiful before, never mind the fact that he was nearly naked. Considering Kibum’s eyes had been away from his book for a full thirty seconds, Heechul was absolutely confident that he had his attention then. He grinned, turning slowly to do a little spin for Kibum, letting him see that the back of the lacy panties had even less material than the front.
“Do you like it?” When he found Kibum’s eyes still fixated on him when he finished his little spin he knew he had him hooked, and he leaned forward to take hold of Kibum’s book, plucking it gently from his grasp. He was kind enough to mark the page before closing it and setting it aside, lowering himself carefully into Kibum’s lap afterwards.
“You… ahhh… you designed this?”
“You could say that, yes.” He’d picked the pieces out himself, so that was enough to count as designing, right?” Hands came up to rest upon Kibum’s shoulders, idly toying with the collar of his shirt. “What do you think?”
Kibum, the man who was a self-professed bookworm, was left utterly speechless. While other women might not understand the need for frilly, lacy things when it came to lingerie, Kibum was a guy, and frilly lacy things combined with hints of bare skin was an absolute necessity. Such things were very much appreciated, but that didn’t guarantee he’d have the vocabulary to say so.
“It’s nice…”
“Just nice? That’s it?” Heechul’s fingertips moved to the front of Kibum’s shirt, carefully undoing the buttons one by one, gradually revealing the slightly tanned skin of his lover’s chest. At the same time Kibum’s hands found their way to his waist, smoothing upwards over the silky material, then back down over his front. Fingertips eventually took to caressing over the bare skin of Heechul’s abdomen where the material parted, causing a soft moan to slip from Heechul’s lips. “I think you like it a lot more than you want to let on… but… if you can’t use your tongue to speak you might as well put it to better use.”
With the front of Kibum’s shirt opened he let his fingers curl into it, pulling him forward and into a passionate kiss. His own tongue pressed against Kibum’s lips and he parted them in a rather obedient fashion, letting his tongue slip forward to swirl around Heechul’s. His hands dropped to Heechul’s nearly bare behind, fingers curling into the flesh as he pulled him closer, and it was at that particular moment Heechul knew Kibum liked his new outfit. He didn’t need to ask… he could feel it. With little more than a thin layer of lace to separate him from the growing lump in Kibum’s pants, Heechul became well aware of just how much Kibum seemed to like his outfit, and was already making a metal note to go back to the store where he got it and buy more later. If this was how he had to steal Kibum’s attention away, so be it.
“You’ve been ignoring me, Kibum. That’s not a nice thing to do.” He tilted his head back as Kibum’s lips wandered over his jaw, then down over his neck, baring more skin for the younger man to nibble, and he was sure he heard a muffled apology being offered against the skin of his neck.
“You know I don’t like being ignored. I’m not asking for a lot really, but it wouldn’t hurt you to pay attention to me sometimes…” His breath hitched when he felt Kibum’s tongue pressing to a nipple through the thin material covering his chest, and he shifted slightly to rock against Kibum, grinding their covered arousals together. Heechul had to admit the lace felt rather nice on his skin, and caught himself pondering whether or not Kibum would pay more attention to him if he knew he was wearing something lacy like this under his regular clothes.
“See, good things happen when you pay attention to me, Kibum, they really do.” Heechul squeaked in surprise when the hands on his behind tightened their grip and he was lifted up enough so that Kibum could change their positions. He lowered Heechul down onto his back on the sofa before lowering himself down atop him, rocking teasingly against him. He caught his lips in another passionate kiss, and Heechul pondered for a moment if Kibum was subtly trying to tell him to be quiet. He didn’t much care though, because Kibum was paying attention to him and that was all that mattered at the moment.
He hooked one leg around the back of Kibum’s thigh, pulling the man’s body even closer against his own. Kibum forced one hand in between their bodies, letting fingertips ghost down over Heechul’s bare abdomen once more until they were smoothing over the bulge beneath the white lace, palm pressing flat against it as he rubbed slowly. Heechul moaned out into the kiss, arching his body up to press himself more fully against Kibum’s hand.
Kibum pulled away just as Heechul was really starting to enjoy himself, and the older man let out a rather childish whine.
“Kibum I swear to god if you-”
“Shut it, Heechul.” Heechul’s eyes widened, eyebrows arching high on his forehead. He was about to go all out diva again and lecture Kibum on why he should never ever speak to him again that way, but Kibum’s body was moving further on down the sofa and before Heechul could even get the words out of his mouth Kibum’s tongue was pressing against his arousal through the lace, and Heechul lost his train of thought. Kibum’s tongue was warm and wet as it trailed back and forth along his arousal, and that combined with the texture of the lace had Heechul shivering with pleasure.
Kibum continued to move downwards, head slipping away just before Heechul could grab onto it in an attempt to hold him in place. Heechul could hear Kibum chuckling, he could feel the hot breath on his skin.
“It’s not funny, Kibum!”
Kibum laughed once more, grinning against the skin of Heechul’s thigh. “Yes it is.”
He nipped lightly at the skin of Heechul’s thigh before his hands moved, grabbing onto both of Heechul’s small ankles. He lifted them up and then pushed them back towards Heechul, doubling the man up a bit and lifting his behind into the air. Heechul was about to protest about being rolled up like that, but then he felt Kibum’s tongue on his skin again and he shut his mouth quickly before any words had the chance to escape. Kibum licked slowly over the thin strip of material that went from the crotch of the panties to the back, and when his tongue passed over Heechul’s entrance he heard the older man gasp. He paused and then headed back, licking teasingly back and forth over Heechul’s entrance with only the thin material separating his tongue from skin. Heechul’s eyes fluttered shut as another moan slipped from his lips, feeling his body flush with heat.
“Kibum…”
“Mhmm..” This time Heechul was able to feel the vibrations caused by the response he’d grown to hate so very much, and it was enough to make his body throb.
“Would you stop teasing and just- fuck!”
Heechul’s body arched when he felt Kibum press his tongue against his entrance, his whole body throbbing this time with the pleasure it caused. Heechul had to double himself up even further in order to be able to grab at the back of Kibum’s head, but he’d be damned if he was going to let him tease like that.
“Oh, you like that?”
“That’s a dumb question Kibum…”
Kibum chuckled once more, and Heechul had to bite down on his lower lip to keep himself quiet when he felt the vibrations of Kibum’s laughter. Soon enough that tongue was back, teasing and licking and probing at Heechul’s entrance, working the older man into a frenzy. Kibum pressed a finger to Heechul without warning then, causing him to cry out. A second finger was added, twisted just so, and Heechul cried out again, a string of colorful expletives leaving his lips.
Heechul never told anyone what a good lover Kibum was, mainly because he didn’t want to wind up thinking he had competition. Instead he continually fussed about how inattentive Kibum was, which was true the vast majority of the time. Yet when Kibum did pay attention, wonderful things happened as far as Heechul was concerned. Kibum was an intelligent man (though Heechul would never admit it), and Kibum had the ability to learn and memorize certain things rather quickly, like just where that sweet bundle of nerves was located inside of Heechul, and he used this knowledge to his advantage whenever he could. He’d memorized just where Heechul liked to be touched and caressed and just what manner to do it in, and that was one of the biggest reasons Heechul hadn’t been able to bring himself to leave. It wasn’t the fact that he got sexual satisfaction from it, but instead the fact that someone was willing to pay that much attention to every minute little detail that meant a lot to him.
Kibum lowered Heechul’s hips down a bit though he kept his fingers moving within him, continuing to stroke oh so lightly over the bundle of nerves that made Heechul’s body tremble. He licked back up over Heechul’s length, which had grown so much it had escaped the confines of the tiny lacy panties and was now laying flat against his belly, precum dripping slowly down onto his skin. He licked over the top of his length that was peeking out, sucking the head into his mouth and causing Heechul to cry out yet again. It was over just as quickly as it began though, Kibum’s mouth moved away at the same time as his fingers withdrew. Heechul whined and whimpered, but when he opened his eyes to see Kibum shrugging himself out of his shirt he grinned instead. Kibum undid his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear, looking up in time to see Heechul hold out his arms, fingers wiggling at Kibum as he made grabby-hands. Kibum rolled his eyes, laughing softly once more as he lowered himself back down atop Heechul. With one hand curled around his length to hold himself steady he slowly pressed into Heechul, biting his lip to muffle a moan as the tightness surrounded him.
He waited for just a moment before he withdrew then rocked in again, setting up a slow and steady rhythm. He captured Heechul’s lips in a passionate kiss as Heechul lifted his legs to hook them around Kibum’s waist, doing his best to rock his hips upwards into the younger man’s thrusts. Kibum caught Heechul’s lower lip between his teeth, tugging on it lightly before letting it go, pressing a kiss just below it, then one to his chin. He continued rocking into Heechul as he shifted to the side slightly, allowing enough room for his fingers to curl around Heechul’s length, stroking him slowly.
“God… Kibum… faster.” There was never any begging from Heechul, nothing that ever began or ended with the word please. Even though he bottomed with Kibum, he still wore the pants in the relationship, both in bed and out, and everyone knew it. Kibum did as he was told, just like always, and began thrusting into Heechul at a faster pace, jarring his body with each powerful thrust.
He shifted once more, raising up and onto his knees. He leaned back a bit and thrust into Heechul yet again, and he knew he’d hit the right spot when he saw Heechul’s eyes roll back into his head. Heechul’s fingers curled into the cushions of the couch, even his toes curled as his body throbbed. Having Kibum rubbing against his prostate like that was almost too much, causing his own length to begin to leak quite profusely. He pressed into him harder and faster and deeper then, until the cushions were squeaking noisily in protest. He coated his fingers with Heechul’s precum, twisting his hand slightly with each downwards movement over the older man’s length, and with that he came undone. His seed splattered over his abdomen and Kibum’s fingers, even some up onto his chest, staining the thin material of the lingerie. With the feel of Heechul’s muscles spasming tightly around him Kibum wasn’t far behind, burying himself within Heechul one final time, releasing within him. He swayed a bit before collapsing down atop Heechul, letting his head come to rest on the older man’s shoulder as he groaned softly.
Heechul wound his arms around Kibum, letting fingertips comb lightly through his hair as he tilted his head to the side to press a tender kiss to the man’s temple. He could feel Kibum already beginning to drift off to sleep, but Heechul was already making a mental note to go back for more lingerie, and he was already plotting what designs and colors to chose. He certainly wasn’t above stooping to this level to get Kibum’s attention when he wanted it, and he even caught himself pondering if this sort’ve situation was where the term ‘attention whore’ came from.
Hangeng frowned as he was tugged along through aisle after aisle of frilly lacy things, going out of his way to not to touch anything.
“I can’t believe you brought me lingerie shopping. You didn’t say we were going lingerie shopping when you called.”
Heechul laughed softly, glancing back at Hangeng. “That’s because you would’ve set no. Now do you think these will make my but look too big?” He held up a pair of lacy blue boy-cut panties to his hips, not even bothering to wait for Hangeng’s response as he turned to look in the mirror.
“Why are you even buying this? This stuff is for girls, Heechul!”
Heechul shrugged, turning this way and that in the mirror. Once he was satisfied with how they looked, or how he thought they’d look, he hooked the hanger over his finger, going back to browsing the racks of lingerie.
“Kibum likes it. The last time I put something on he didn’t touch a book for two days. Two whole days. That’s a record.”
“You just watch. His next movie is going to tank because of you. You’ll make him forget his lines.”
Heechul snorted, arching a brow as he looked over to Hangeng. “You say that like my keeping him distracted is a bad thing. If his movie tanks that just means he has more time to pay attention to me, why would I have a problem with that?”
Hangeng opened his mouth to respond but stopped and simply shook his head, remembering once again that there was no point in trying to argue with Heechul’s logic.
“Besides…” Heechul picked up a pink silk teddy, holding it up high as he looked it over, debating. “You should get something too. I’m sure your new boy toy would like it.”
Hangeng rolled his eyes, glancing around at all the different bits and pieces that surrounded him though he kept his hands tucked deeply in his pockets.
“I’m not going to chase Siwon off by wearing women’s clothing, Heechul. I doubt he’s into that stuff.”
“Aish… he’s just repressed. Strict people like him always like the kinky shit. Always.” Heechul slipped the hook of the pink teddy over his fingers as well, even grabbing a purple one of the same kind before heading on.
Hangeng bit his lip, glancing over the racks of lingerie once more before his eyes settled on a shimmery chocolate brown teddy, longer than the one that Heechul had selected. If he guessed right that one would come just above his knees, and it even came with a robe to match. He eyed it for a moment more before he plucked it off the rack, hurrying off after Heechul because he certainly didn’t want to be left behind in this sort’ve store.
Pairing: Kibum/Heechul (or Heechul/Kibum, depending on how you look at it)
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4847 words.
Summary: The next installment in the series that contains: Higher Learning, Detention, Class Reunion, Locker Room, Anatomy 101, Home Economics, Ph.D. in Perversion, The Psychology of Love, Love Lessons Part One, Love Lessons Part Two, and Of Broken Lesson Plans. Like all the others this could be read alone, but I think it would be somewhat helpful if you've read the others.
Kibum isn't the most attentive person in the world, but Heechul discovers a surefire way to get his attention every time.
"So I was thinking..." Heechul turned to sit sideways on the sofa to face the other occupant, bringing one elbow up to rest upon the back so he could rest his head against his hand. "I think you should repaint your living room. Blue maybe... this off white color is boring."
"Mhmm."
"Or maybe a green color. Green is nice too."
"Mhmm."
"Or teal. Green and blue together."
"Mhmm."
Heechul stopped, lips pursing into a thin line as he eyed the other man. "You're not listening to me, are you?"
"Mhmm."
Heechul rolled his eyes, leaning back into the corner of the sofa, continuing to eye the man who insisted on keeping his nose stuck in a book nearly every spare minute he had. "So your mother called. She's divorcing your father and going to join a nudist colony on mars."
"Mhmm."
"Come to think of it, I might go with her. I hear you could get a good tan there."
"Mhmm."
"Aish..." Heechul muttered, spinning himself around to face forward once more, crossing his arms over his chest and becoming utterly bored with the fact that no one was paying attention to him. "I could use this to my advantage, you know? Can I have your Mercedes? Can I use your credit card for my next shopping spree? You should be thankful I'm not that mean."
"Mhmm."
"Oh shut up, I wasn't talking to you! Well I was, but not now."
"Mhmm."
Heechul frowned, lifting a hand to thwap the other man's shoulder none too gently. Kibum nearly dropped his book, eyes widening as a look of pain washed over his face. He brought a hand up to grip his shoulder, turning slightly where he sat to look at Heechul.
"What did you hit me for?!"
"You deserved it."
Heechul stood then, turning his nose up in the air in true diva fashion, and headed down the hall into the bedroom he shared with Kibum.
It hadn't always been that way. Even now there were times Kibum wasn't quite sure how it got that way, but he knew better than to ask questions. They had dated off and on for awhile after Super Junior split up, though they were never really official dates. The both of them had such busy schedules that when they were both free at the same time they would decide to go and hang out together and catch up on all that had been going on. Eventually it got to the point where they were arranging their schedules around when they could see each other next, and then came the overnight visits. Eventually it got to the point where Heechul simply left his overnight bag in Kibum’s bathroom, and Kibum never said a word. Soon enough Heechul began leaving his clothes as well, explaining that he needed his beauty rest, and this would allow him more of it in the morning, not having to drive back to his apartment to get dressed. After that came his cosmetics and toiletries, because what would the point be of getting dressed at Kibum’s if he had to drive back to his apartment to put his face on?
Kibum’s house had been sparsely decorated, he’d never been one to like frills and nick-knacks and all the other stuff people cluttered their houses up with. His bathroom had remained empty, occupied only by a bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, a razor and shaving cream. His towels hadn’t matched, they were rough and scratchy, but he was a guy and didn’t care. Heechul had changed all that though.
There was a bathmat on the floor in front of the shower, a fluffy pastel purple one that Kibum couldn’t stand, but Heechul had wined about how he hated stepping on the cold tile floor in the morning, especially after just getting out of a nice warm shower, so Kibum had let the bathmat stay. Heechul eventually quit putting his toiletries back in his overnight bag, so there was now a pink loofah dangling in his shower alongside some sort of fruity smelling body wash that promised to moisturize as it cleaned, and Kibum wondered why Heechul couldn’t just put lotion on after his shower if he was that desperate to have soft skin, but Kibum was a guy and didn’t understand how that sort’ve stuff worked anyways. There were more bottles of shampoo and conditioner in his shower now than he could go through in a year by himself. There were kinds that added shine, kinds that added volume. There were shampoos for deep cleaning and conditioners for deep conditioning, and he had to wonder just how many times a day Heechul had to wash his hair to put all of this to good use, but he was a guy and didn’t understand that women (and Heechul) had a weekly hair schedule for what got washed when and how. His sink was cluttered with face washes and toners and moisturizers, under eye creams and skin brighteners, and he’d eventually had to resort to keeping his toothbrush and tooth paste in a drawer to keep it from getting mixed in with Heechul’s growing collection of cosmetic nonsense.
It wasn’t as though he didn’t have a guest room for Heechul to use, he had two in fact, each with their own bathroom, but Heechul had already moved himself in right where he wanted, and Kibum was a guy and he wasn’t about to touch anything that had a ’girly stink’ to it, even if it was to move it out of his way. He’d never actually admit it, but he loved Heechul and his girly stink, especially when they were curled up together in bed at night and Kibum was able to tuck his face into the curve of Heechul’s neck, because Heechul smelled far better than any other man he’d curled up with, not that there had been that many.
There were times when Heechul didn’t quite know why he stayed, because he was a diva and it wasn’t as though Kibum went out of his way to make him feel welcome, not like everyone else did. Even after all the years spent away from Super Junior, Heechul was still quite the celebrity, what with his solo albums, cameos in movies, television shows, and most recently the release of a clothing line. Heechul enjoyed the fame, milked it for everything it was worth, and relished in the attention he got, yet when he came home to Kibum he was ignored.
Sometimes, if he managed to make it home before Kibum did and was able to capture his attention right after he walked through the door, things would be okay. Kibum would pay attention to him, and all would be right with the world. But more often than not, Kibum made it back to the house before Heechul did, and when Heechul would finally make it home Kibum would already be curled up in the den with his nose in a book or another new script, and short of setting the house on fire (which Heechul had threatened to do several times) nothing could pry Kibum away from his books. Heechul had even threatened to leave, but Kibum had only replied with the usual ‘mhmm’, and Heechul had wound up staying. He’d packed a bag and marched right to the door, and still Kibum didn’t move from the spot where he always curled up on the sofa to read. Heechul had inched towards the door, calling out to make sure Kibum knew each time he took a step, promising that he really was leaving that time, but still there was nothing, and for whatever reason Heechul hadn’t been able to bring himself to walk out the door. Other than not paying attention to him, Kibum hadn’t done anything wrong, Heechul had to admit that. It wasn’t as though Kibum hadn’t ignored him before, either. That was how he’d always been, even in Super Junior. He’d been more content to spend time by himself than he was to be with the group, and that was why he’d moved out of the dorm to begin with. There was always the possibility that being ignored was just what Heechul needed, even though he’d never admit it. Being ignored kept him grounded, because every time he succeeded and his head began to swell, Kibum was always there with his lack of attention to deflate it.
Heechul had stood stubbornly by the door for half an hour the night he’d threatened to leave before giving in and wandering back into the den. He’d flopped dramatically on the sofa then, head in Kibum’s lap in hopes of distracting him from his book once more, but instead all he got was a hand in his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp slightly. Those fingertips would leave every now and again to turn the page, but then they came right back, massaging yet again, and it felt so nice that Heechul found himself falling asleep before he thought to try and complain again. He woke later that night tucked carefully into bed with Kibum snuggled close, right arm thrown carelessly over Heechul’s chest. It made Heechul smile in the darkness of the room, because despite all of the attention and things he wanted from Kibum that he didn’t get, this was all that he needed.
Heechul sat quietly in the bedroom, thinking… debating on how best to try and steal Kibum’s attention away yet again. He crossed his arms over his chest, debating for a moment before his eyes focused on some shopping bags he’d brought back with him earlier, a wicked grin slipping over his lips. He got up from the bed then, sticking his head out the door to call to Kibum.
“Yaaah… I have some new stuff I’m working on for my clothing line, you want to see?” He listened for a short while, and even though he was down the hall he was still sure he could hear Kibum’s ‘mhmm’.
He grinned, hopping back into the bedroom to rummage through the bags in search of the particular piece he had in mind. He’d been lying by saying that he’d been designing it. It’d picked it up at the store on a whim, but Kibum didn’t need to know that, at least not at the moment. It took him a while to change and get everything situated just right but he was eventually satisfied with his appearance and headed out of the bedroom, marching himself right back into the den where Kibum was. He didn’t say a word, simply moving to stand right in front of Kibum, one hipped cocked to the side with his hand resting upon it as he waited.
He stood there for a good five minutes before Kibum even realized he was there, and that was only because he realized there was bare skin within his line of sight, just over the edge of his book. He offered Heechul’s bare thighs just a quick glance before looking back to the words in his book. Heechul saw the subtle shift in Kibum’s eyes behind his glasses though, and it was more than enough to cause a satisfied grin to spread over Heechul’s newly glossed lips. It wouldn’t take much more time, he was confident of that. He even began to count softly, well manicured nails drumming softly over a bare thigh.
“Five… four… three… two…”
Kibum’s eyes lifted from the book once more to focus on Heechul’s thighs yet again, letting his vision roam over the muscle incased beneath milky skin. Slowly his eyes began to lift then, even his eyebrows lifted higher on his forehead when he caught sight of the thin white lace panties that Heechul had put on, held up by nothing more than two thin strips of material tied into a bow over each hip. Then there was the bare skin of his stomach, flat and smooth as it always been. He lifted his eyes on up higher to Heechul’s chest. He had on a teddy of sorts, a lacy piece of lingerie that was obviously meant for a woman to wear. There was just enough material to cover what would have been a woman’s breasts, a bow tied beneath from which the two pieces of material that made up the rest of the material parted, wrapping around Heechul’s back but exposing his front. It was white as well, made of a sheer almost gauze like material that was easily seen through, and it had white lace trim as well. He dared to let his eyes wander on up to Heechul’s face then to see that he’d pulled his hair up into a loose bun, but there were still stray bits of hair that fell down to frame his face, and in the glow of the lamp next to where Kibum was sitting, he was pretty sure he’d never seen Heechul look more beautiful before, never mind the fact that he was nearly naked. Considering Kibum’s eyes had been away from his book for a full thirty seconds, Heechul was absolutely confident that he had his attention then. He grinned, turning slowly to do a little spin for Kibum, letting him see that the back of the lacy panties had even less material than the front.
“Do you like it?” When he found Kibum’s eyes still fixated on him when he finished his little spin he knew he had him hooked, and he leaned forward to take hold of Kibum’s book, plucking it gently from his grasp. He was kind enough to mark the page before closing it and setting it aside, lowering himself carefully into Kibum’s lap afterwards.
“You… ahhh… you designed this?”
“You could say that, yes.” He’d picked the pieces out himself, so that was enough to count as designing, right?” Hands came up to rest upon Kibum’s shoulders, idly toying with the collar of his shirt. “What do you think?”
Kibum, the man who was a self-professed bookworm, was left utterly speechless. While other women might not understand the need for frilly, lacy things when it came to lingerie, Kibum was a guy, and frilly lacy things combined with hints of bare skin was an absolute necessity. Such things were very much appreciated, but that didn’t guarantee he’d have the vocabulary to say so.
“It’s nice…”
“Just nice? That’s it?” Heechul’s fingertips moved to the front of Kibum’s shirt, carefully undoing the buttons one by one, gradually revealing the slightly tanned skin of his lover’s chest. At the same time Kibum’s hands found their way to his waist, smoothing upwards over the silky material, then back down over his front. Fingertips eventually took to caressing over the bare skin of Heechul’s abdomen where the material parted, causing a soft moan to slip from Heechul’s lips. “I think you like it a lot more than you want to let on… but… if you can’t use your tongue to speak you might as well put it to better use.”
With the front of Kibum’s shirt opened he let his fingers curl into it, pulling him forward and into a passionate kiss. His own tongue pressed against Kibum’s lips and he parted them in a rather obedient fashion, letting his tongue slip forward to swirl around Heechul’s. His hands dropped to Heechul’s nearly bare behind, fingers curling into the flesh as he pulled him closer, and it was at that particular moment Heechul knew Kibum liked his new outfit. He didn’t need to ask… he could feel it. With little more than a thin layer of lace to separate him from the growing lump in Kibum’s pants, Heechul became well aware of just how much Kibum seemed to like his outfit, and was already making a metal note to go back to the store where he got it and buy more later. If this was how he had to steal Kibum’s attention away, so be it.
“You’ve been ignoring me, Kibum. That’s not a nice thing to do.” He tilted his head back as Kibum’s lips wandered over his jaw, then down over his neck, baring more skin for the younger man to nibble, and he was sure he heard a muffled apology being offered against the skin of his neck.
“You know I don’t like being ignored. I’m not asking for a lot really, but it wouldn’t hurt you to pay attention to me sometimes…” His breath hitched when he felt Kibum’s tongue pressing to a nipple through the thin material covering his chest, and he shifted slightly to rock against Kibum, grinding their covered arousals together. Heechul had to admit the lace felt rather nice on his skin, and caught himself pondering whether or not Kibum would pay more attention to him if he knew he was wearing something lacy like this under his regular clothes.
“See, good things happen when you pay attention to me, Kibum, they really do.” Heechul squeaked in surprise when the hands on his behind tightened their grip and he was lifted up enough so that Kibum could change their positions. He lowered Heechul down onto his back on the sofa before lowering himself down atop him, rocking teasingly against him. He caught his lips in another passionate kiss, and Heechul pondered for a moment if Kibum was subtly trying to tell him to be quiet. He didn’t much care though, because Kibum was paying attention to him and that was all that mattered at the moment.
He hooked one leg around the back of Kibum’s thigh, pulling the man’s body even closer against his own. Kibum forced one hand in between their bodies, letting fingertips ghost down over Heechul’s bare abdomen once more until they were smoothing over the bulge beneath the white lace, palm pressing flat against it as he rubbed slowly. Heechul moaned out into the kiss, arching his body up to press himself more fully against Kibum’s hand.
Kibum pulled away just as Heechul was really starting to enjoy himself, and the older man let out a rather childish whine.
“Kibum I swear to god if you-”
“Shut it, Heechul.” Heechul’s eyes widened, eyebrows arching high on his forehead. He was about to go all out diva again and lecture Kibum on why he should never ever speak to him again that way, but Kibum’s body was moving further on down the sofa and before Heechul could even get the words out of his mouth Kibum’s tongue was pressing against his arousal through the lace, and Heechul lost his train of thought. Kibum’s tongue was warm and wet as it trailed back and forth along his arousal, and that combined with the texture of the lace had Heechul shivering with pleasure.
Kibum continued to move downwards, head slipping away just before Heechul could grab onto it in an attempt to hold him in place. Heechul could hear Kibum chuckling, he could feel the hot breath on his skin.
“It’s not funny, Kibum!”
Kibum laughed once more, grinning against the skin of Heechul’s thigh. “Yes it is.”
He nipped lightly at the skin of Heechul’s thigh before his hands moved, grabbing onto both of Heechul’s small ankles. He lifted them up and then pushed them back towards Heechul, doubling the man up a bit and lifting his behind into the air. Heechul was about to protest about being rolled up like that, but then he felt Kibum’s tongue on his skin again and he shut his mouth quickly before any words had the chance to escape. Kibum licked slowly over the thin strip of material that went from the crotch of the panties to the back, and when his tongue passed over Heechul’s entrance he heard the older man gasp. He paused and then headed back, licking teasingly back and forth over Heechul’s entrance with only the thin material separating his tongue from skin. Heechul’s eyes fluttered shut as another moan slipped from his lips, feeling his body flush with heat.
“Kibum…”
“Mhmm..” This time Heechul was able to feel the vibrations caused by the response he’d grown to hate so very much, and it was enough to make his body throb.
“Would you stop teasing and just- fuck!”
Heechul’s body arched when he felt Kibum press his tongue against his entrance, his whole body throbbing this time with the pleasure it caused. Heechul had to double himself up even further in order to be able to grab at the back of Kibum’s head, but he’d be damned if he was going to let him tease like that.
“Oh, you like that?”
“That’s a dumb question Kibum…”
Kibum chuckled once more, and Heechul had to bite down on his lower lip to keep himself quiet when he felt the vibrations of Kibum’s laughter. Soon enough that tongue was back, teasing and licking and probing at Heechul’s entrance, working the older man into a frenzy. Kibum pressed a finger to Heechul without warning then, causing him to cry out. A second finger was added, twisted just so, and Heechul cried out again, a string of colorful expletives leaving his lips.
Heechul never told anyone what a good lover Kibum was, mainly because he didn’t want to wind up thinking he had competition. Instead he continually fussed about how inattentive Kibum was, which was true the vast majority of the time. Yet when Kibum did pay attention, wonderful things happened as far as Heechul was concerned. Kibum was an intelligent man (though Heechul would never admit it), and Kibum had the ability to learn and memorize certain things rather quickly, like just where that sweet bundle of nerves was located inside of Heechul, and he used this knowledge to his advantage whenever he could. He’d memorized just where Heechul liked to be touched and caressed and just what manner to do it in, and that was one of the biggest reasons Heechul hadn’t been able to bring himself to leave. It wasn’t the fact that he got sexual satisfaction from it, but instead the fact that someone was willing to pay that much attention to every minute little detail that meant a lot to him.
Kibum lowered Heechul’s hips down a bit though he kept his fingers moving within him, continuing to stroke oh so lightly over the bundle of nerves that made Heechul’s body tremble. He licked back up over Heechul’s length, which had grown so much it had escaped the confines of the tiny lacy panties and was now laying flat against his belly, precum dripping slowly down onto his skin. He licked over the top of his length that was peeking out, sucking the head into his mouth and causing Heechul to cry out yet again. It was over just as quickly as it began though, Kibum’s mouth moved away at the same time as his fingers withdrew. Heechul whined and whimpered, but when he opened his eyes to see Kibum shrugging himself out of his shirt he grinned instead. Kibum undid his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear, looking up in time to see Heechul hold out his arms, fingers wiggling at Kibum as he made grabby-hands. Kibum rolled his eyes, laughing softly once more as he lowered himself back down atop Heechul. With one hand curled around his length to hold himself steady he slowly pressed into Heechul, biting his lip to muffle a moan as the tightness surrounded him.
He waited for just a moment before he withdrew then rocked in again, setting up a slow and steady rhythm. He captured Heechul’s lips in a passionate kiss as Heechul lifted his legs to hook them around Kibum’s waist, doing his best to rock his hips upwards into the younger man’s thrusts. Kibum caught Heechul’s lower lip between his teeth, tugging on it lightly before letting it go, pressing a kiss just below it, then one to his chin. He continued rocking into Heechul as he shifted to the side slightly, allowing enough room for his fingers to curl around Heechul’s length, stroking him slowly.
“God… Kibum… faster.” There was never any begging from Heechul, nothing that ever began or ended with the word please. Even though he bottomed with Kibum, he still wore the pants in the relationship, both in bed and out, and everyone knew it. Kibum did as he was told, just like always, and began thrusting into Heechul at a faster pace, jarring his body with each powerful thrust.
He shifted once more, raising up and onto his knees. He leaned back a bit and thrust into Heechul yet again, and he knew he’d hit the right spot when he saw Heechul’s eyes roll back into his head. Heechul’s fingers curled into the cushions of the couch, even his toes curled as his body throbbed. Having Kibum rubbing against his prostate like that was almost too much, causing his own length to begin to leak quite profusely. He pressed into him harder and faster and deeper then, until the cushions were squeaking noisily in protest. He coated his fingers with Heechul’s precum, twisting his hand slightly with each downwards movement over the older man’s length, and with that he came undone. His seed splattered over his abdomen and Kibum’s fingers, even some up onto his chest, staining the thin material of the lingerie. With the feel of Heechul’s muscles spasming tightly around him Kibum wasn’t far behind, burying himself within Heechul one final time, releasing within him. He swayed a bit before collapsing down atop Heechul, letting his head come to rest on the older man’s shoulder as he groaned softly.
Heechul wound his arms around Kibum, letting fingertips comb lightly through his hair as he tilted his head to the side to press a tender kiss to the man’s temple. He could feel Kibum already beginning to drift off to sleep, but Heechul was already making a mental note to go back for more lingerie, and he was already plotting what designs and colors to chose. He certainly wasn’t above stooping to this level to get Kibum’s attention when he wanted it, and he even caught himself pondering if this sort’ve situation was where the term ‘attention whore’ came from.
Hangeng frowned as he was tugged along through aisle after aisle of frilly lacy things, going out of his way to not to touch anything.
“I can’t believe you brought me lingerie shopping. You didn’t say we were going lingerie shopping when you called.”
Heechul laughed softly, glancing back at Hangeng. “That’s because you would’ve set no. Now do you think these will make my but look too big?” He held up a pair of lacy blue boy-cut panties to his hips, not even bothering to wait for Hangeng’s response as he turned to look in the mirror.
“Why are you even buying this? This stuff is for girls, Heechul!”
Heechul shrugged, turning this way and that in the mirror. Once he was satisfied with how they looked, or how he thought they’d look, he hooked the hanger over his finger, going back to browsing the racks of lingerie.
“Kibum likes it. The last time I put something on he didn’t touch a book for two days. Two whole days. That’s a record.”
“You just watch. His next movie is going to tank because of you. You’ll make him forget his lines.”
Heechul snorted, arching a brow as he looked over to Hangeng. “You say that like my keeping him distracted is a bad thing. If his movie tanks that just means he has more time to pay attention to me, why would I have a problem with that?”
Hangeng opened his mouth to respond but stopped and simply shook his head, remembering once again that there was no point in trying to argue with Heechul’s logic.
“Besides…” Heechul picked up a pink silk teddy, holding it up high as he looked it over, debating. “You should get something too. I’m sure your new boy toy would like it.”
Hangeng rolled his eyes, glancing around at all the different bits and pieces that surrounded him though he kept his hands tucked deeply in his pockets.
“I’m not going to chase Siwon off by wearing women’s clothing, Heechul. I doubt he’s into that stuff.”
“Aish… he’s just repressed. Strict people like him always like the kinky shit. Always.” Heechul slipped the hook of the pink teddy over his fingers as well, even grabbing a purple one of the same kind before heading on.
Hangeng bit his lip, glancing over the racks of lingerie once more before his eyes settled on a shimmery chocolate brown teddy, longer than the one that Heechul had selected. If he guessed right that one would come just above his knees, and it even came with a robe to match. He eyed it for a moment more before he plucked it off the rack, hurrying off after Heechul because he certainly didn’t want to be left behind in this sort’ve store.