Wilting Over
Title: Wilting Over
Pairing: Heechul/?, implied!broken!HanChul
Rating: R for implied sex
Notes: I don't really know what happened? Comments are very much appreciated♥
Heechul shivered as hands ran up and down his side, rhythmically, sensually, somehow comforting. He let himself kiss back when soft lips found in his in a not all together unkind kiss.
This wasn't exactly how it was supposed to be; it was the wrong person doing all of the right things that hadn't always been right. The hand on the inside of his thigh wasn't supposed to be as pale as he was, the body above his wasn't supposed to molded out of mostly hard muscle. They shouldn't be whispering in his ear in such natural Korean.
For a moment Heechul thought about fighting the high, thought about refusing to fall like he wanted to, needed to so badly. The Wrong Person touched him suddenly just the Right Person used to and Heechul swore he heard a strangled whisper in an unfortunately foreign language and he was falling hard and fast with a dry sob.
He forced himself to respond to the languid kiss, hating himself a little more than when this all started. The Wrong Person cleaned him gently, treating Heechul's body almost reverently. He tried not to have a fit or get sick as his hair was stroked softly and pushed off his sweaty brow.
The other man finally settled down behind Heechul who could feel more than hear the yawn as the Wrong Person pressed up against his back. "I love you, you know, Heechul," was whispered against the back of his neck before the other fell asleep.
Heechul clamped a hand over his mouth and fought the urge to throw up, struggling to keep his body still as he sobbed quietly. It was always the right things, but never the right person.
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