Features
Title: Features
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut.
Pairings: KyuHan.
Warnings: PWP.
Summary: In which Kyuhyun contemplates Geng’s features and which Geng comes back to Super Junior.
A/N: For both shihan_ai and static_abyss because one wants KyuHan smut from me and the other is going to write me my fantasy. ;D
1
Hangeng has many features, Kyuhyun thinks as he watches the man dance gracefully.
His eyes were large and brown like that of melted chocolate. The corner of his eyes would crinkle whenever he smiled, whether from Donghae’s funny antics or Siwon’s over the top gestures. They would do that sparkle whenever he’s in awe and Kyuhyun thinks that Hangeng is too old to have that sparkle in his eyes, but he likes it nonetheless.
He had soft black hair that Siwon loved too touch. The dimpled smiling man wouldn’t stop running his hand through it much to Kyuhyun’s annoyance.
He has nice soft, pink lips that curve ever so slightly whenever he sees Siwon being clumsy. The lips would grow wider whenever he’s happy or excited, showing pearly white teeth.
His skin is tan, smooth, and unblemished and Kyuhyun is slightly envious because he would never have such perfect, flawless skin. He doesn’t mind that much because it’s Hangeng and the man lets him run his hand through it, through any part without a single complaint.
Overall, his body is slender and delicate. It’s not at all like a guy’s body. Strong and imposing like Siwon, bulky and manly like Kangin, or weedy and awkward like him.
If not for his face, Hangeng has a girl’s body Kyuhyun thinks.
He has narrow hips, a slim waist, delicate arms, and slender legs.
While he has many features, Geng’s best features are his legs.
He doesn’t want to mention the man’s ass because that’s an entirely different story and he doesn’t have time to think about it.
_
He has him trapped in the corner, just where he likes him.
Geng is being rebellious today and claims that he would like to have a day without doing it.
Kyuhyun merely smirks, giving the older man a raised eyebrow.
“Then it’ll just have to be forced.” He purrs softly into the man’s ear, knowing that it makes Geng shiver just to have him so close.
He runs a hand through that face before cupping the man’s chin, pulling him into a forced kiss. Geng’s words are muffled and soon he’s drawing out soft moans. Kyuhyun doesn’t have to see that Geng’s knees are going weak.
He pulls away and licks his lips slowly, knowing he’s going to win.
It’s happens quickly for Kyuhyun because he’s skilled enough in getting Geng naked in less than a minute. It’s the man’s undergarment that takes forever because Geng sometimes fights back and Kyuhyun loves a challenge anyways.
He wins as always and enjoys the feeling of Geng pinned beneath him. He’s somewhat of a sadist because he relishes the idea of being on top of Geng. Kyuhyun is dominating Geng and he loves every bit of it. Geng is older and he demands respect even when he’s not asking for it. That’s what Kyuhyun loves about Geng, he loves dominating him.
He treasures the idea of making the man buck with want and moan with lust and need. He loves it when he runs a hand down and clutches the man’s member.
Kyuhyun pumps the limp member in an upward motion. It’s up, down, and around before he gives the tip a gentle squeeze. It earns a soft moan of protest from Geng and the man this look on his face.
Another thing about Geng is his many faces. Happiness, anger, sadness, Kyuhyun loves them all. He especially loves it when Geng’s face is contorted into expressions of lust. It’s that undying lust that he feeds off of, that undying lust that Geng tries desperately hard to control.
He always loses that internal struggle though.
He pumps the Chinese man’s member until it’s fully erected. Standing hard and proud, leaking of precum that would make Geng moan whenever he swirls his tongue around it.
Once he’s done pleasing the man’s cock, Kyuhyun slips a finger between Geng’s legs. He sees the pink puckering entrance and licks his lips once more. His own member throbs form the want, constricted by cloth as he hasn’t stripped yet.
He shares a look with Geng before pushing the digit in, eyes never leaving the man’s face.
It’s subtle at first, a hitch in breath, pursed lips, dazed eyes, and Kyuhyun’s got Geng where he wants him.
He’s pushing his finger in and pulling out before jamming it back in rather roughly. It’s no secret that he likes to do it hard and rough; Geng doesn’t seem to mind much.
Legs are spread wider now for easy access and Kyuhyun gets a lovely view. He can’t wait to put his cock into that entrance. He simply can’t wait to push through the small, tight barrier, taking Geng bit by bit, claiming him forever.
Cho Kyuhyun is a big pervert and he knows it. He’s positive that he’s way more perverted than Eunhyuk with his porn and all of the Super Junior members combined. He’s done things to his Chinese lover that none of the members dare dream of. And if they have then they never got the chance to act upon it.
He wriggles his finger in the tight little space, fingerfucking the older man as he keeps his steady gaze on him. Hangeng is in ecstasy, writhing and moaning all because of one digit. The younger man would like to imagine how much pleasure Geng would feel with his length inside him.
He adds in a second finger, scissoring his way into the tight space. It’s hot and he feels heat surrounding his fingers and he suppresses a groan. Geng is all movements and noises now. He wriggles here and there yet manages to stay completely still once in awhile.
Geng is awfully quiet today, Kyuhyun muses as he watches the man attempt to hold in his moans. It doesn’t seem to be working as Geng is emitting soft sounds.
By the time he adds in three, Geng is glaring at him.
“Stop wasting time.”
It’s short and to the point. Kyuhyun knows what he’s going to do and he withdraws his fingers from the tight space, watching it pucker in a pretty fashion. Geng shivers from the lack of warmth and spreads his legs obediently as he watches Kyuhyun strip.
He’s down to his boxers which he yanks off in one fluid motion. Kyuhyun breathes in a sigh from the freedom, knowing he’s stiff and dripping with desire.
Geng shivers involuntary as he stares straight into dark mesmerizing eyes filled with lust and want. He says nothing and spreads his legs wider.
_
There’s a prod and some rubbing before Kyuhyun pushes himself all the way in with a soft grunt. He knows he’s not the biggest, but it doesn’t matter because he knows very well that Geng craves for his cock and no one else’s.
It’s unusually long and he gets to push in all the way, burying himself further into Geng. He settles for a bit as he’s reached his limit.
There are soft moans and a pant coming from Geng and Kyuhyun has his eyes solely on the male’s face as he fucks him. Geng’s legs are pressed against his chest for easy access and Kyuhyun uses this to his advantage.
They are awfully silent saved for the tiny creaking of the bed and the noises they’re making. Kyuhyun fucks him hard. He doesn’t hold back because he knows Geng enjoys it rough.
He rams his length into the tight heat, relishing the feel of his member being wrapped around Geng’s heat. The older man is unbearably tight. The harder he pushes in, the tighter he gets. Kyuhyun doesn’t understand this logic, but it doesn’t matter.
There is nothing distracting them, nothing between them. It’s just them. He looks down and moans at the sight. Kyuhyun can actually see his length disappearing into Geng’s body.
He’s pushing harder and harder, his hands all over Geng as he stares down at him.
Geng submits to him, but Kyuhyun knows that it is the older man who has the control over him. Hangeng doesn’t know it, but Kyuhyun would bend his back for him.
He thinks Hangeng’s best features are his legs. The way they wrap around him when he fucks him hard. He likes them especially when Hangeng spreads only for him.
_
2
The sound of torn cloth fills the silent room. Two figures are presented in the empty room. One of them is standing while the other is on the floor.
No words are exchanged as the younger man gets rid of the last article of clothing. His eyes are on the older, glaring down on him. They are opposite. The older is all tan with slightly toned muscles. He has large brown eyes and soft pink lips, silky black hair framing his beautiful features.
The younger on top is a deathly shade of pale with narrowed dark eyes. Lips curved into a frown as he glares down at the older.
He shoves his length into him and he knows it hurts, but he doesn’t care. He does this for awhile, ramming his cock into the man’s entrance, doing it deliberately slow until the older man is moaning and crying for him to go faster.
Faster he exclaims, harder he breathes out, I’m sorry he never says.
The younger realizes that they are in the dance room and looks up to see a large mirror facing them. An idea strikes him and he pulls the man up. The older man knows what he wants and bites his lip hard as he lowers himself onto the length.
He’s doing it slowly because he doesn’t want any unnecessary pain. The older man is easing himself onto the cock and he feels it brush against his hole before slipping in. He hisses and closes his eyes, but they are slapped open by the pale hand that belonged to the younger.
“Look.” He says as he grips a hold of his chin.
He stares into the mirror and he stops breathing at the sight.
At their sight.
At his sight.
He sees himself, tousled hair, wide eyes, and shaky limbs. He doesn’t focus on those aspects but the other ones.
He sees his ass being spread by the pale hands and he sees his pink, puckering hole opening up for that cock that glistens with precum. He’s in pain as he enters slowly, but his eyes don’t tear away from the sight as he comes down.
Strong hands grips his hips painfully, dragging them onto his length. He doesn’t get a chance to pause as the hands never let go, forcing him up and then forcing him to come down.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”
And he does. He listens, watches, and sees his own reflection. His mouth is open and he’s making the most lewd noises he’s ever heard. His eyes are glazed in lust and his legs are spread wide so he can see what’s he’s doing.
Hangeng sees the length going into him. Deeper and deeper it goes and it never comes out. It’s in deep and he’s moaning and writhing while strong hands are gripping his already bruised hips.
He throws his head back and moans.
Kyuhyun is in him.
Kyuhyun is in him.
They move in sync with Kyuhyun controlling all his movements like a puppet and his puppet master. He feels like he’s nothing but a toy whose only purpose is to squeeze his master’s cock and make him spill his seed.
He’s almost done, but he’s shoved and Kyuhyun as him against the mirror. Hands pressed on the cool surface, he bends over.
“You miss this didn’t you? That’s why you came back, you greedy little slut. You couldn’t stand being away from me for so long. You miss this. Even when you filed for a lawsuit, you’d come back.”
There’s a soft hissing sound against his ear and he grows dizzy from the words.
“N-No..! Y-You’re wrong.”
He finds it embarrassing that his own voice is a mess.
“Just admit it. You want my cock up that greedy little ass of yours. Don’t you feel it clenching me? Slut.” His lips are close to his ears and Geng shudders. He brings his gaze up and gasps at the sight.
He’s bent over and Kyuhyun is behind him, fucking him hard and rough.
They are like this for awhile with Kyuhyun using him over and over again.
“I’m almost at my limit.”
Geng hears the voice and he shuts his eyes as the thrusts become even more uncontrolled and rough. He knows it’s about to end when his hips are gripped steel tight and Kyuhyun shoves himself deeper into Geng and releases. He feels the warm seed being spilled into him and the feel of it makes him come, splattering onto the mirror.
He’s leaning against the mirror for support, hands on the surface.
The younger man pulls himself out. He brings his hands over to Geng’s ass, spreading his cheeks. He came inside Geng and the milky white substance was making its way back out.
There is too much and it leaks out of Geng’s hole as if it was bleeding. It’s filled and it trickles down Geng’s thighs, leaving a trail.
“You’re mine.”
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut.
Pairings: KyuHan.
Warnings: PWP.
Summary: In which Kyuhyun contemplates Geng’s features and which Geng comes back to Super Junior.
A/N: For both shihan_ai and static_abyss because one wants KyuHan smut from me and the other is going to write me my fantasy. ;D
1
Hangeng has many features, Kyuhyun thinks as he watches the man dance gracefully.
His eyes were large and brown like that of melted chocolate. The corner of his eyes would crinkle whenever he smiled, whether from Donghae’s funny antics or Siwon’s over the top gestures. They would do that sparkle whenever he’s in awe and Kyuhyun thinks that Hangeng is too old to have that sparkle in his eyes, but he likes it nonetheless.
He had soft black hair that Siwon loved too touch. The dimpled smiling man wouldn’t stop running his hand through it much to Kyuhyun’s annoyance.
He has nice soft, pink lips that curve ever so slightly whenever he sees Siwon being clumsy. The lips would grow wider whenever he’s happy or excited, showing pearly white teeth.
His skin is tan, smooth, and unblemished and Kyuhyun is slightly envious because he would never have such perfect, flawless skin. He doesn’t mind that much because it’s Hangeng and the man lets him run his hand through it, through any part without a single complaint.
Overall, his body is slender and delicate. It’s not at all like a guy’s body. Strong and imposing like Siwon, bulky and manly like Kangin, or weedy and awkward like him.
If not for his face, Hangeng has a girl’s body Kyuhyun thinks.
He has narrow hips, a slim waist, delicate arms, and slender legs.
While he has many features, Geng’s best features are his legs.
He doesn’t want to mention the man’s ass because that’s an entirely different story and he doesn’t have time to think about it.
_
He has him trapped in the corner, just where he likes him.
Geng is being rebellious today and claims that he would like to have a day without doing it.
Kyuhyun merely smirks, giving the older man a raised eyebrow.
“Then it’ll just have to be forced.” He purrs softly into the man’s ear, knowing that it makes Geng shiver just to have him so close.
He runs a hand through that face before cupping the man’s chin, pulling him into a forced kiss. Geng’s words are muffled and soon he’s drawing out soft moans. Kyuhyun doesn’t have to see that Geng’s knees are going weak.
He pulls away and licks his lips slowly, knowing he’s going to win.
It’s happens quickly for Kyuhyun because he’s skilled enough in getting Geng naked in less than a minute. It’s the man’s undergarment that takes forever because Geng sometimes fights back and Kyuhyun loves a challenge anyways.
He wins as always and enjoys the feeling of Geng pinned beneath him. He’s somewhat of a sadist because he relishes the idea of being on top of Geng. Kyuhyun is dominating Geng and he loves every bit of it. Geng is older and he demands respect even when he’s not asking for it. That’s what Kyuhyun loves about Geng, he loves dominating him.
He treasures the idea of making the man buck with want and moan with lust and need. He loves it when he runs a hand down and clutches the man’s member.
Kyuhyun pumps the limp member in an upward motion. It’s up, down, and around before he gives the tip a gentle squeeze. It earns a soft moan of protest from Geng and the man this look on his face.
Another thing about Geng is his many faces. Happiness, anger, sadness, Kyuhyun loves them all. He especially loves it when Geng’s face is contorted into expressions of lust. It’s that undying lust that he feeds off of, that undying lust that Geng tries desperately hard to control.
He always loses that internal struggle though.
He pumps the Chinese man’s member until it’s fully erected. Standing hard and proud, leaking of precum that would make Geng moan whenever he swirls his tongue around it.
Once he’s done pleasing the man’s cock, Kyuhyun slips a finger between Geng’s legs. He sees the pink puckering entrance and licks his lips once more. His own member throbs form the want, constricted by cloth as he hasn’t stripped yet.
He shares a look with Geng before pushing the digit in, eyes never leaving the man’s face.
It’s subtle at first, a hitch in breath, pursed lips, dazed eyes, and Kyuhyun’s got Geng where he wants him.
He’s pushing his finger in and pulling out before jamming it back in rather roughly. It’s no secret that he likes to do it hard and rough; Geng doesn’t seem to mind much.
Legs are spread wider now for easy access and Kyuhyun gets a lovely view. He can’t wait to put his cock into that entrance. He simply can’t wait to push through the small, tight barrier, taking Geng bit by bit, claiming him forever.
Cho Kyuhyun is a big pervert and he knows it. He’s positive that he’s way more perverted than Eunhyuk with his porn and all of the Super Junior members combined. He’s done things to his Chinese lover that none of the members dare dream of. And if they have then they never got the chance to act upon it.
He wriggles his finger in the tight little space, fingerfucking the older man as he keeps his steady gaze on him. Hangeng is in ecstasy, writhing and moaning all because of one digit. The younger man would like to imagine how much pleasure Geng would feel with his length inside him.
He adds in a second finger, scissoring his way into the tight space. It’s hot and he feels heat surrounding his fingers and he suppresses a groan. Geng is all movements and noises now. He wriggles here and there yet manages to stay completely still once in awhile.
Geng is awfully quiet today, Kyuhyun muses as he watches the man attempt to hold in his moans. It doesn’t seem to be working as Geng is emitting soft sounds.
By the time he adds in three, Geng is glaring at him.
“Stop wasting time.”
It’s short and to the point. Kyuhyun knows what he’s going to do and he withdraws his fingers from the tight space, watching it pucker in a pretty fashion. Geng shivers from the lack of warmth and spreads his legs obediently as he watches Kyuhyun strip.
He’s down to his boxers which he yanks off in one fluid motion. Kyuhyun breathes in a sigh from the freedom, knowing he’s stiff and dripping with desire.
Geng shivers involuntary as he stares straight into dark mesmerizing eyes filled with lust and want. He says nothing and spreads his legs wider.
_
There’s a prod and some rubbing before Kyuhyun pushes himself all the way in with a soft grunt. He knows he’s not the biggest, but it doesn’t matter because he knows very well that Geng craves for his cock and no one else’s.
It’s unusually long and he gets to push in all the way, burying himself further into Geng. He settles for a bit as he’s reached his limit.
There are soft moans and a pant coming from Geng and Kyuhyun has his eyes solely on the male’s face as he fucks him. Geng’s legs are pressed against his chest for easy access and Kyuhyun uses this to his advantage.
They are awfully silent saved for the tiny creaking of the bed and the noises they’re making. Kyuhyun fucks him hard. He doesn’t hold back because he knows Geng enjoys it rough.
He rams his length into the tight heat, relishing the feel of his member being wrapped around Geng’s heat. The older man is unbearably tight. The harder he pushes in, the tighter he gets. Kyuhyun doesn’t understand this logic, but it doesn’t matter.
There is nothing distracting them, nothing between them. It’s just them. He looks down and moans at the sight. Kyuhyun can actually see his length disappearing into Geng’s body.
He’s pushing harder and harder, his hands all over Geng as he stares down at him.
Geng submits to him, but Kyuhyun knows that it is the older man who has the control over him. Hangeng doesn’t know it, but Kyuhyun would bend his back for him.
He thinks Hangeng’s best features are his legs. The way they wrap around him when he fucks him hard. He likes them especially when Hangeng spreads only for him.
_
2
The sound of torn cloth fills the silent room. Two figures are presented in the empty room. One of them is standing while the other is on the floor.
No words are exchanged as the younger man gets rid of the last article of clothing. His eyes are on the older, glaring down on him. They are opposite. The older is all tan with slightly toned muscles. He has large brown eyes and soft pink lips, silky black hair framing his beautiful features.
The younger on top is a deathly shade of pale with narrowed dark eyes. Lips curved into a frown as he glares down at the older.
He shoves his length into him and he knows it hurts, but he doesn’t care. He does this for awhile, ramming his cock into the man’s entrance, doing it deliberately slow until the older man is moaning and crying for him to go faster.
Faster he exclaims, harder he breathes out, I’m sorry he never says.
The younger realizes that they are in the dance room and looks up to see a large mirror facing them. An idea strikes him and he pulls the man up. The older man knows what he wants and bites his lip hard as he lowers himself onto the length.
He’s doing it slowly because he doesn’t want any unnecessary pain. The older man is easing himself onto the cock and he feels it brush against his hole before slipping in. He hisses and closes his eyes, but they are slapped open by the pale hand that belonged to the younger.
“Look.” He says as he grips a hold of his chin.
He stares into the mirror and he stops breathing at the sight.
At their sight.
At his sight.
He sees himself, tousled hair, wide eyes, and shaky limbs. He doesn’t focus on those aspects but the other ones.
He sees his ass being spread by the pale hands and he sees his pink, puckering hole opening up for that cock that glistens with precum. He’s in pain as he enters slowly, but his eyes don’t tear away from the sight as he comes down.
Strong hands grips his hips painfully, dragging them onto his length. He doesn’t get a chance to pause as the hands never let go, forcing him up and then forcing him to come down.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”
And he does. He listens, watches, and sees his own reflection. His mouth is open and he’s making the most lewd noises he’s ever heard. His eyes are glazed in lust and his legs are spread wide so he can see what’s he’s doing.
Hangeng sees the length going into him. Deeper and deeper it goes and it never comes out. It’s in deep and he’s moaning and writhing while strong hands are gripping his already bruised hips.
He throws his head back and moans.
Kyuhyun is in him.
Kyuhyun is in him.
They move in sync with Kyuhyun controlling all his movements like a puppet and his puppet master. He feels like he’s nothing but a toy whose only purpose is to squeeze his master’s cock and make him spill his seed.
He’s almost done, but he’s shoved and Kyuhyun as him against the mirror. Hands pressed on the cool surface, he bends over.
“You miss this didn’t you? That’s why you came back, you greedy little slut. You couldn’t stand being away from me for so long. You miss this. Even when you filed for a lawsuit, you’d come back.”
There’s a soft hissing sound against his ear and he grows dizzy from the words.
“N-No..! Y-You’re wrong.”
He finds it embarrassing that his own voice is a mess.
“Just admit it. You want my cock up that greedy little ass of yours. Don’t you feel it clenching me? Slut.” His lips are close to his ears and Geng shudders. He brings his gaze up and gasps at the sight.
He’s bent over and Kyuhyun is behind him, fucking him hard and rough.
They are like this for awhile with Kyuhyun using him over and over again.
“I’m almost at my limit.”
Geng hears the voice and he shuts his eyes as the thrusts become even more uncontrolled and rough. He knows it’s about to end when his hips are gripped steel tight and Kyuhyun shoves himself deeper into Geng and releases. He feels the warm seed being spilled into him and the feel of it makes him come, splattering onto the mirror.
He’s leaning against the mirror for support, hands on the surface.
The younger man pulls himself out. He brings his hands over to Geng’s ass, spreading his cheeks. He came inside Geng and the milky white substance was making its way back out.
There is too much and it leaks out of Geng’s hole as if it was bleeding. It’s filled and it trickles down Geng’s thighs, leaving a trail.
“You’re mine.”