untitled ; heechul/henry
Untitled; nc-17; henchul
Heechul has a major case of parthenophilia - sexual attraction to virgins. Henry being a nervous/blushy virgin, embarrased by his arousal, orgasming multiple times. also Henry coming ridiculously easily the first time would be complete love ♥. so I tried.
A/N: First time writing for the SuJu fandom. Idea from an anon on kpopfickink
As he was sitting at his laptop on his Cyworld replying to the various heartfelt comments one afternoon with Baengsin on his lap and Heebum curled around his feet purring happily, Heechul realized something almost revolutionary (other than the fact he may just have been turning into the crazy cat person) - there’d been someone knocking at his apartment door for a good five minutes. He felt bad, finishing a response with his usual charm before getting up (much to Baengsin’s protesting; he was sure he’d have tiny little pricks on his thigh later) and padding over to the front door, opening it and seeing a very wet Henry standing there.
Heechul blinked - usually Henry would be running off to Zhou-mi or even Ryeowook or someone he’d more likely be close to, but lo and behold, there he was. An awkward silence passed between them before Henry began (in accented Korean, and the older male felt a small pang of loss at suddenly remembering Hankyung’s speech pattern)
“Can I come in? I locked myself out of my apartment...”
“Shouldn’t you be with Zhou-mi?” came the snarky response, and vaguely Heechul was aware of the look in Henry’s eyes and the mumbled response in Kongnese. He sighed and let the other in, throwing him a towel from the spare closet in the entry way and pointing to the direction of the dryer and shower, his own way of accepting the other into his home.
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“I miss you, gege,” Heechul sighed into the phone a few moments later, pacing back and forth and keeping his voice low so Henry couldn’t hear him; he figured it was a way of being polite.
“I know, even if you are the crazy cat person.” And Heechul knows exactly what Hankyung means - it was his way of saying that he cared, even if it wasn’t out-right said. A few more words were exchanged before both of them hung up the phone, the male’s heart suddenly a bit heavier than it was before.
“G-hyung?” Heechul snapped out of his lament when the voice from the doorway, seeing Henry standing there in a towel. “Can I borrow a pair of your pajama pants? All my clothes are wet.” The older male stood up, flicking eyes over Henry almost appreciatively before padding to his drawer and throwing him a pair along with a shirt, turning away to give the other a moment of privacy. Henry put them on and settled back onto the end of the bed, looking everywhere but Heechul’s eyes (or general face).
Awkward silence filled the room, Heechul muttering something out about how he missed Hankyung and all the wonderful various things the male would do to him (seemingly forgetting Henry was in the room, with what how quiet the pudgy-cheeked teen was being), looking over a few detailed moments later on just how gorgeous the other foreigner’s lips were and seeing an extremely embarrassed Henry squirming in his seat.
Heechul blinked, pondering over something, shrugging thin shoulder and continuing. “But really, Hankyung-gege has the best fingers I’ve ever felt. They’re slender and -“
“Hyung,” Henry whines out, and Heechul pauses a moment.
“What? I’m sure you and Seasoning do it all the time...” It’s at this that Heechul pauses seeing the younger’s red-as-anything face, and he pauses again - “...You have had sex before, right?”
He’s startled when Henry whimpers out a “No, never”, eyes widening. His eyes got even wider as Henry’s now stammering out the quite obvious, but it’s even more evident in his pants - the younger male is quite aroused already, and he seems to be trying to stutter out some apology but it’s all sorts of jumbled up since he’s being hit with some form of Yesung-like fail. He’s so virginal is the only thought running in Heechul’s mind. And fuck, it was starting to turn him on (or maybe it was the fact he’d been sitting there for almost ten minutes telling the other sexcapade stories) like nothing other and he just had to touch the other, even if it killed him.
“I mean really, Zhou-mi’s only kissed me and sometimes Ryeowook’s held me if I couldn’t sleep or Donghae’s attempted to sing me a lullaby but they’ve never done anything like -“
“Shut up.” And suddenly Heechul’s grabbing Henry’s shirt collar, pressing a deep and furious kiss to the other male’s lips, easing up when he felt the other respond timidly and easing his tongue into the violinist’s warm and wet cavern, playing with the non-dominate tongue and rousing it into action. He pulled back after a few moments of mouth-fucking the male, giving the other a small smirk before kissing him again, softly nipping at the easily-swollen lips and smiling at the quivering mess almost underneath him. Fuck, he missed this control.
“H-heechul-gege?” Henry began, but was cut off as he felt himself being backed against the headboard and Heechul’s lips descending on him again, pressing soft feathered kisses across his jawline and biting softly on a patch of skin to suck and make a small hickey. The same pair of lips travelled up to his ear, Heechul’s teeth gently teasing it and hot breath ghosting over the shell with a smirk playing on those lips.
“Really,” came the soft purr, “you and Seasoning must kiss all the time because you’re quite good at it.” He bit the other’s ear gently and trailed a lithe hand over the dancer’s stomach, loving the soft quivers and shakes the boy was giving off. “That or you and Kyuhyun get a little friendly; maybe even you and Donghae...?”
He paused, seeing the other’s evident arousal between his thighs and let out a soft hum of approval, sliding one hand up the borrowed shirt and letting his fingers circle a rapidly-hardening nipple and lowering his lips down to the other’s collarbone and sucking more, leaving another good-sized hickey.
Suddenly Henry gasped as he felt Heechul’s hand slide down his pajama pants, hips immediately bucking into the warmth and slight pressure of Heechul gently tracing fingers around the other’s thighs, whispering “No underwear, Henli?”
“I-it’s in the dry...er...” He trailed off as Heechul’s wrapping fingers around his length and rubbing his thumb lightly over the slit and making Henry moan quite loudly, and Heechul was taken aback as he felt warm liquid spill over his hands. “A-ah...”
Heechul slid the hand out of his borrowed pajama pants, finding it covered in the tell-tale sticky white substance, and he smiled and turned to the flushed and embarrassed Henry, licking it off his hand slowly and watching the other flush even darker and squirm, knowing full-well his arousal would come back.
“You came already?” Heechul couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice, eyes narrowing in a mixture of arousal and mock-anger, mouth repressing against his ear and biting the lobe gently.
“I-I...” Henry was at a loss for words, finally mumbling something along the lines of his hands were just so good and perfect and-
“That’ll do,” Heechul said calmly, pushing him back and yanking off his pants, flicking eyes over at the male’s body in appreciation. “You taste amazing, Henli,” came the soft coo before the pretty boy settled down between his thighs, gripping the other’s rapidly hardening length and sliding it into his mouth, relishing in the gasp of oh god fucking hell Henry let out in English as he bucked up into the tight heat, eyes fluttering shut as fairly loud moans escaped him.
Henry felt like he was flying; no one really had ever done this before. And oh it felt amazing; Heechul’s mouth was so perfect and warm and those lips were just -
He was knocked out of fantasy world when he felt a tongue skim over one of his balls, the elder gently taking one into his mouth and suckling on it while bringing up a slick hand (and Henry found himself wondering when the hell he had time to do that) and slowly beginning to jerk the other off. And then he did something with his tongue again and some part of overly-sensitive skin that was right between his ass and balls as well (the Canadian never thought such a part could be so sensitive, but) that had him arching off the bed and swearing rather loudly, releasing for the second time into Heechul’s eagerly-awaiting mouth, much to Henry’s shock.
With a smirk he slowly stroked the other, studying the quivering and shaking mess of hormones in front of him as he swallowed the other, eyes darkening even more with lust. “Henli, you came twice, I haven’t come yet,” he pouted. “Put your pants back on, I have an idea.” Rolling his eyes when stumbling fingers missed the material of the loaned pants, the elder male did it for Henry, reaching lithe fingers down and gently grabbing the other’s shirt and tossing it to the side before pulling him up to a sitting position. “Lean over me,” He hissed at the sudden increase of pressure as the other obeyed, briefly touching his now rock-hard erection, hips involuntarily thrusting up at the sudden friction and sliding a leg between the other’s damp thighs. “Now hold still a moment...”
Henry let another whimper escape from bruised lips as he feels the older male teasingly shift his thigh against his rapidly re-hardening cock, and let out a squeak-sort of noise when Heechul found a suitable rhythm, smirk increasing on his face as he heard the gasps and whines the easily-excited virgin was letting out. Soon Henry had set a pace of riding the elder’s clothed thigh with soft gasps and whispers of hyung and Heechul escaping every so often, fingers shyly sliding into the other’s pants and beginning to stoke Heechul’s erection. Sure, it was sloppy and inexperienced (inwardly, the diva couldn’t believe that he had been in a group with Hankyung and not be touched at all), but it was still fucking amazing none the less, and he held back his release until he slid a hand inside Henry’s pants, matching the strokes the younger male was giving him before twisting his wrist and watching him spill into his hand for the second time that evening, shortly following suit with a breathy moan and ignoring the sticky mess over his own thighs.
“Shower time,” Heechul grinned, looking up at the sticky and sweaty male, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, smirking as the other blushed and muttered something out.
----
He’s pushing Henry into the shower, ignoring the fact that they’re still both clothed and turning on the water, watching as the younger teen shudders as sprays of cold water hit his body, eyes darkening even more in lust. “Turn around,” he whispers huskily; grabbing the other’s pajama pants and dragging them down to his ankles, hearing the soft whimper of hyung escape the violinist’s lips, stiffening when he felt Heechul’s hot breath hit the small of his back. “Henli, do you know what rimming is?”
Henry paused, casting confused eyes back and down to the male on his knees behind him, shaking damp hair. “I-i don’t....”
“Would you like to?” Heechul’s voice dropped a few octaves as he purred out the question, and Henry found himself nodding (much to the elder’s delight) before biting back another loud moan at feeling Heechul’s tongue dart out and begin licking up his thighs, stopping and placing soft nibbles on each one before trailing the organ back to Henry’s ass.
“U-uh, hyung....oh,” comes the muffled whimper as fuck, that’s Heechul’s tongue tracing intricate patterns over his ass, alternating between licking all around his hole and between teasing him and fucking him and fuck it was just way too much. A weak protest of broken Konglish came out but Heechul ignored it, continuing his ministrations and alternating the patterns. Suddenly Henry’s eyes shot open and a particularly loud gasp came from him as he felt one of Heechul’s fingers slide inside of him already slick with lubricant (surprising the younger for the second time that evening), stretching him enough while that tongue still continued to trace patterns over his thighs and ass; it was almost too much for the foreigner.
And suddenly he was seeing stars as another one of Heechul’s fingers scissored him open, seemingly searching for something. Henry was confused until fingers brushed against a very sensitive bundle of nerves that he was pretty sure Donghae was referencing whenever he talked with Kyuhyun in private and he’d overheard Zhou-mi moaning about a few times but had never actually touched and the word amazing didn’t even begin to describe it, especially not when Heechul was biting his neck and jerking him off, murmuring things about how hot it was that he came so easily and quickly, wondering would you come faster or even harder if I fucked you?
The touch sent him over the edge with a long moan of the other’s name and he collapsed to the shower floor, thighs quivering repeatedly from the ordeal as he looked up at Heechul, panting heavily and staring up at him through hazy eyes.
“Let’s see what else that mouth can do,” Heechul’s purring out, gently tugging Henry forward by his hair and pulling down his own pants. Henry wraps a tongue uncertainly around the length - it’s different, but not at all bad, and soon he settles into a rhythm. It doesn’t take long for Heechul to follow and he releases into Henry’s mouth with nails digging into his scalp (no verbal cue, really), a moan wracking his body.
----
They get out a few minutes later, Heechul complaining about how cold water is horrid for the skin, and shakily make it back to the disarrayed bed, collapsing on it. Henry immediately nuzzles into a pillow and mumbles something that sounds like ‘dry clothes probably’, but Heechul’s having none of that as he crawls onto Henry’s form, staring down at the male with a smile.
“Oh no, Henli, you’re not resting yet. We have so much more to cover...”
Henry knows it’s going to be a long night, and he’s definitely going to have trouble dancing tomorrow, but somehow, he doesn’t really mind as a delicious shiver runs through his body. And Heechul picks it up, smile widening even more. “That is so fucking hot, you have no idea. Show me what else your body can do.”
Heechul has a major case of parthenophilia - sexual attraction to virgins. Henry being a nervous/blushy virgin, embarrased by his arousal, orgasming multiple times. also Henry coming ridiculously easily the first time would be complete love ♥. so I tried.
A/N: First time writing for the SuJu fandom. Idea from an anon on kpopfickink
As he was sitting at his laptop on his Cyworld replying to the various heartfelt comments one afternoon with Baengsin on his lap and Heebum curled around his feet purring happily, Heechul realized something almost revolutionary (other than the fact he may just have been turning into the crazy cat person) - there’d been someone knocking at his apartment door for a good five minutes. He felt bad, finishing a response with his usual charm before getting up (much to Baengsin’s protesting; he was sure he’d have tiny little pricks on his thigh later) and padding over to the front door, opening it and seeing a very wet Henry standing there.
Heechul blinked - usually Henry would be running off to Zhou-mi or even Ryeowook or someone he’d more likely be close to, but lo and behold, there he was. An awkward silence passed between them before Henry began (in accented Korean, and the older male felt a small pang of loss at suddenly remembering Hankyung’s speech pattern)
“Can I come in? I locked myself out of my apartment...”
“Shouldn’t you be with Zhou-mi?” came the snarky response, and vaguely Heechul was aware of the look in Henry’s eyes and the mumbled response in Kongnese. He sighed and let the other in, throwing him a towel from the spare closet in the entry way and pointing to the direction of the dryer and shower, his own way of accepting the other into his home.
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“I miss you, gege,” Heechul sighed into the phone a few moments later, pacing back and forth and keeping his voice low so Henry couldn’t hear him; he figured it was a way of being polite.
“I know, even if you are the crazy cat person.” And Heechul knows exactly what Hankyung means - it was his way of saying that he cared, even if it wasn’t out-right said. A few more words were exchanged before both of them hung up the phone, the male’s heart suddenly a bit heavier than it was before.
“G-hyung?” Heechul snapped out of his lament when the voice from the doorway, seeing Henry standing there in a towel. “Can I borrow a pair of your pajama pants? All my clothes are wet.” The older male stood up, flicking eyes over Henry almost appreciatively before padding to his drawer and throwing him a pair along with a shirt, turning away to give the other a moment of privacy. Henry put them on and settled back onto the end of the bed, looking everywhere but Heechul’s eyes (or general face).
Awkward silence filled the room, Heechul muttering something out about how he missed Hankyung and all the wonderful various things the male would do to him (seemingly forgetting Henry was in the room, with what how quiet the pudgy-cheeked teen was being), looking over a few detailed moments later on just how gorgeous the other foreigner’s lips were and seeing an extremely embarrassed Henry squirming in his seat.
Heechul blinked, pondering over something, shrugging thin shoulder and continuing. “But really, Hankyung-gege has the best fingers I’ve ever felt. They’re slender and -“
“Hyung,” Henry whines out, and Heechul pauses a moment.
“What? I’m sure you and Seasoning do it all the time...” It’s at this that Heechul pauses seeing the younger’s red-as-anything face, and he pauses again - “...You have had sex before, right?”
He’s startled when Henry whimpers out a “No, never”, eyes widening. His eyes got even wider as Henry’s now stammering out the quite obvious, but it’s even more evident in his pants - the younger male is quite aroused already, and he seems to be trying to stutter out some apology but it’s all sorts of jumbled up since he’s being hit with some form of Yesung-like fail. He’s so virginal is the only thought running in Heechul’s mind. And fuck, it was starting to turn him on (or maybe it was the fact he’d been sitting there for almost ten minutes telling the other sexcapade stories) like nothing other and he just had to touch the other, even if it killed him.
“I mean really, Zhou-mi’s only kissed me and sometimes Ryeowook’s held me if I couldn’t sleep or Donghae’s attempted to sing me a lullaby but they’ve never done anything like -“
“Shut up.” And suddenly Heechul’s grabbing Henry’s shirt collar, pressing a deep and furious kiss to the other male’s lips, easing up when he felt the other respond timidly and easing his tongue into the violinist’s warm and wet cavern, playing with the non-dominate tongue and rousing it into action. He pulled back after a few moments of mouth-fucking the male, giving the other a small smirk before kissing him again, softly nipping at the easily-swollen lips and smiling at the quivering mess almost underneath him. Fuck, he missed this control.
“H-heechul-gege?” Henry began, but was cut off as he felt himself being backed against the headboard and Heechul’s lips descending on him again, pressing soft feathered kisses across his jawline and biting softly on a patch of skin to suck and make a small hickey. The same pair of lips travelled up to his ear, Heechul’s teeth gently teasing it and hot breath ghosting over the shell with a smirk playing on those lips.
“Really,” came the soft purr, “you and Seasoning must kiss all the time because you’re quite good at it.” He bit the other’s ear gently and trailed a lithe hand over the dancer’s stomach, loving the soft quivers and shakes the boy was giving off. “That or you and Kyuhyun get a little friendly; maybe even you and Donghae...?”
He paused, seeing the other’s evident arousal between his thighs and let out a soft hum of approval, sliding one hand up the borrowed shirt and letting his fingers circle a rapidly-hardening nipple and lowering his lips down to the other’s collarbone and sucking more, leaving another good-sized hickey.
Suddenly Henry gasped as he felt Heechul’s hand slide down his pajama pants, hips immediately bucking into the warmth and slight pressure of Heechul gently tracing fingers around the other’s thighs, whispering “No underwear, Henli?”
“I-it’s in the dry...er...” He trailed off as Heechul’s wrapping fingers around his length and rubbing his thumb lightly over the slit and making Henry moan quite loudly, and Heechul was taken aback as he felt warm liquid spill over his hands. “A-ah...”
Heechul slid the hand out of his borrowed pajama pants, finding it covered in the tell-tale sticky white substance, and he smiled and turned to the flushed and embarrassed Henry, licking it off his hand slowly and watching the other flush even darker and squirm, knowing full-well his arousal would come back.
“You came already?” Heechul couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice, eyes narrowing in a mixture of arousal and mock-anger, mouth repressing against his ear and biting the lobe gently.
“I-I...” Henry was at a loss for words, finally mumbling something along the lines of his hands were just so good and perfect and-
“That’ll do,” Heechul said calmly, pushing him back and yanking off his pants, flicking eyes over at the male’s body in appreciation. “You taste amazing, Henli,” came the soft coo before the pretty boy settled down between his thighs, gripping the other’s rapidly hardening length and sliding it into his mouth, relishing in the gasp of oh god fucking hell Henry let out in English as he bucked up into the tight heat, eyes fluttering shut as fairly loud moans escaped him.
Henry felt like he was flying; no one really had ever done this before. And oh it felt amazing; Heechul’s mouth was so perfect and warm and those lips were just -
He was knocked out of fantasy world when he felt a tongue skim over one of his balls, the elder gently taking one into his mouth and suckling on it while bringing up a slick hand (and Henry found himself wondering when the hell he had time to do that) and slowly beginning to jerk the other off. And then he did something with his tongue again and some part of overly-sensitive skin that was right between his ass and balls as well (the Canadian never thought such a part could be so sensitive, but) that had him arching off the bed and swearing rather loudly, releasing for the second time into Heechul’s eagerly-awaiting mouth, much to Henry’s shock.
With a smirk he slowly stroked the other, studying the quivering and shaking mess of hormones in front of him as he swallowed the other, eyes darkening even more with lust. “Henli, you came twice, I haven’t come yet,” he pouted. “Put your pants back on, I have an idea.” Rolling his eyes when stumbling fingers missed the material of the loaned pants, the elder male did it for Henry, reaching lithe fingers down and gently grabbing the other’s shirt and tossing it to the side before pulling him up to a sitting position. “Lean over me,” He hissed at the sudden increase of pressure as the other obeyed, briefly touching his now rock-hard erection, hips involuntarily thrusting up at the sudden friction and sliding a leg between the other’s damp thighs. “Now hold still a moment...”
Henry let another whimper escape from bruised lips as he feels the older male teasingly shift his thigh against his rapidly re-hardening cock, and let out a squeak-sort of noise when Heechul found a suitable rhythm, smirk increasing on his face as he heard the gasps and whines the easily-excited virgin was letting out. Soon Henry had set a pace of riding the elder’s clothed thigh with soft gasps and whispers of hyung and Heechul escaping every so often, fingers shyly sliding into the other’s pants and beginning to stoke Heechul’s erection. Sure, it was sloppy and inexperienced (inwardly, the diva couldn’t believe that he had been in a group with Hankyung and not be touched at all), but it was still fucking amazing none the less, and he held back his release until he slid a hand inside Henry’s pants, matching the strokes the younger male was giving him before twisting his wrist and watching him spill into his hand for the second time that evening, shortly following suit with a breathy moan and ignoring the sticky mess over his own thighs.
“Shower time,” Heechul grinned, looking up at the sticky and sweaty male, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, smirking as the other blushed and muttered something out.
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He’s pushing Henry into the shower, ignoring the fact that they’re still both clothed and turning on the water, watching as the younger teen shudders as sprays of cold water hit his body, eyes darkening even more in lust. “Turn around,” he whispers huskily; grabbing the other’s pajama pants and dragging them down to his ankles, hearing the soft whimper of hyung escape the violinist’s lips, stiffening when he felt Heechul’s hot breath hit the small of his back. “Henli, do you know what rimming is?”
Henry paused, casting confused eyes back and down to the male on his knees behind him, shaking damp hair. “I-i don’t....”
“Would you like to?” Heechul’s voice dropped a few octaves as he purred out the question, and Henry found himself nodding (much to the elder’s delight) before biting back another loud moan at feeling Heechul’s tongue dart out and begin licking up his thighs, stopping and placing soft nibbles on each one before trailing the organ back to Henry’s ass.
“U-uh, hyung....oh,” comes the muffled whimper as fuck, that’s Heechul’s tongue tracing intricate patterns over his ass, alternating between licking all around his hole and between teasing him and fucking him and fuck it was just way too much. A weak protest of broken Konglish came out but Heechul ignored it, continuing his ministrations and alternating the patterns. Suddenly Henry’s eyes shot open and a particularly loud gasp came from him as he felt one of Heechul’s fingers slide inside of him already slick with lubricant (surprising the younger for the second time that evening), stretching him enough while that tongue still continued to trace patterns over his thighs and ass; it was almost too much for the foreigner.
And suddenly he was seeing stars as another one of Heechul’s fingers scissored him open, seemingly searching for something. Henry was confused until fingers brushed against a very sensitive bundle of nerves that he was pretty sure Donghae was referencing whenever he talked with Kyuhyun in private and he’d overheard Zhou-mi moaning about a few times but had never actually touched and the word amazing didn’t even begin to describe it, especially not when Heechul was biting his neck and jerking him off, murmuring things about how hot it was that he came so easily and quickly, wondering would you come faster or even harder if I fucked you?
The touch sent him over the edge with a long moan of the other’s name and he collapsed to the shower floor, thighs quivering repeatedly from the ordeal as he looked up at Heechul, panting heavily and staring up at him through hazy eyes.
“Let’s see what else that mouth can do,” Heechul’s purring out, gently tugging Henry forward by his hair and pulling down his own pants. Henry wraps a tongue uncertainly around the length - it’s different, but not at all bad, and soon he settles into a rhythm. It doesn’t take long for Heechul to follow and he releases into Henry’s mouth with nails digging into his scalp (no verbal cue, really), a moan wracking his body.
----
They get out a few minutes later, Heechul complaining about how cold water is horrid for the skin, and shakily make it back to the disarrayed bed, collapsing on it. Henry immediately nuzzles into a pillow and mumbles something that sounds like ‘dry clothes probably’, but Heechul’s having none of that as he crawls onto Henry’s form, staring down at the male with a smile.
“Oh no, Henli, you’re not resting yet. We have so much more to cover...”
Henry knows it’s going to be a long night, and he’s definitely going to have trouble dancing tomorrow, but somehow, he doesn’t really mind as a delicious shiver runs through his body. And Heechul picks it up, smile widening even more. “That is so fucking hot, you have no idea. Show me what else your body can do.”