Fic : Room With a View
Title: Room With a View
Pairing: Leeteuk/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, blindfolds, porn watching, toys, exhibitionism, double penetration.
Words: 3,157
Summary: The view of the spectacular hotel room goes mostly unnoticed when Leeteuk decides to fulfill a secret fantasy of Heechul's.
Comments: I am dedicating this to the super amazing stevenghost (yes again, so I stalk her ok :P) because she is leaving for a while and deserves as much fic as she can get anyway XDD ♥♥♥
Also a shout out to miximel cuz Leeteuk and Heechul are her favs (though maybe not together I dunno) :S
For the miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 053 : Puppies ( my archive)
Such a romantic view their hotel room had, a sweeping panorama of the city, bright rainbows of light sweeping across the landscape in stark contrast to the richly dark indigo night sky. He could imagine girls cooing and ahhi-ng over the sight, wanting it as a backdrop for losing virginities or celebrating marriages or something equally sentimental.
The room was just as luscious, all rich fabrics and angsted over interior decorating, that not a single tassel or appliance would even dare to clash with anything else, however the guest arranged the room.
And yet Heechul stood, pressed against the window, back bowed as Leeteuk mercilessly pounded into him, not able to enjoy the view, his vision obscured by the blindfold that had been inflicted on him earlier.
It seemed like hours ago that they'd fallen through the door, hurriedly dropping bags and coats, completely oblivious to the awe inspiring sight. Heechul had made a beeline straight for the bed, flopping backwards onto it and bouncing slightly on the responsive springs before arranging himself into a pose specifically engineered to just scream 'come fuck me', legs open invitingly, leaning back casually on his elbows and a look of pure darkened want on his face, who could say no to that?
Although Leeteuk certainly wasn’t quick on the uptake it seemed and being not known for his patience, Heechul was forced to voice a "get your arse over here and fuck me" when he had decided the other man took more than five seconds to be all over him, instead rummaging in one of the dropped bags for god knows what and he couldn't decide whether be indignant or expectant with the reply he got:
"There's no rush. I want to take my time making you moan today."
He had settled for a slight pout and head toss, until Leeteuk appeased him with attention, doting kisses peppered across his face, drawn inevitably to Heechul’s lips, almost inhaling the other with the intensity. Heechul eagerly drawing Leeteuk down on top of him reverently cupping his head in his hands, keeping the kiss slow, meaningful, as they so often couldn't afford to in the dorm.
The way they fit together was so familiar, Leeteuk moulding himself to Heechul from chest to knee, legs tangling together, slotting in with each other like they were meant to be one entity and being separated for so long was unnatural and strange and their molecules would yearn to be back and connected again. But no, if they were one entity, then they couldn't feel the delicious friction of their chests moving against each other or the searing body heat radiating off the other and that wasn’t something to pass up so lightly.
Leeteuk’s hands were in his hair, curling intrepid fingers around long tresses, sliding the silky strands around his hands like the feeling fascinated him completely, applying more pressure to massage gently at his scalp and Heechul felt this must be what it's like to be a cat, basking in the attention as its owner lovingly stroked its fur and he closed his eyes to do just that.
Heechul was so focused on the blissful attention, he was surprised as he felt cloth settle over his eyes, and his brain jumped into action, anticipating the many possibilities of what else was in that bag.
"Leeteuk~~? What exactly are you planning" raising an eyebrow visible over the dark blindfold and keeping his tone nonchalantly questioning.
"Awww, now that'd be no fun would it?" Leeteuk replied, tone gently chastising and smile audible in his words, "I never took you for one who would turn down so much hedonistic attention. I had planned to worship every inch of your body all spread out waiting for me," and Heechul felt a hand brush along a thigh suggestively as his words took a more suggestive turn, "you look hot in a blindfold, I just can't contain myself." and Heechul really didn't want to be wearing his now, to see the conviction that was sure to be shining in Leeteuk's eyes, possibly even wetting his lips with that talented tongue of his, swiping it slowly across the full, suckable, flesh...
"You make a very persuasive point. Continue."
"Don't say you didn't ask for it then" words tinged with an undeniable smirk as those wetted lips lowered to trail distractingly over his navel, hands dropping to unhurriedly remove Heechul of his trousers. His fingers dipped and curled around the thick fabric and dipped inside the spaces as he did so, tracing along the edges of Heechul's underwear, the delicate skin at the juncture of leg and groin extra sensitive to every slight moment of contact.
Heechul didn't like it, having his sight taken away like this, didn’t like not being in control and aware of everything around him but to have no power over it. It set him on edge having to rely only on his hearing, forced to strain to read the subtle changes in air pressure as Leeteuk moved around, but he wouldn't deny this step into the unknown made even the slightest touch more exciting, reverberate deeper across his body, the nervous excitement of not knowing where the next touch would be making it that much more exhilarating when it happened.
And Leeteuk was having a field day, thoroughly enjoying the surprised hitches of breath when he'd ghost lips across that long pale neck, feeling the unsuspecting flinch as he lightly scraped his fingernails along the line of Heechul's ribs or trail a tongue across a stark collarbone.
He was delighting in the unconscious whine's Heechul was emitting as he sucked voraciously on that spot above his hipbone always guaranteed to turn him into a quivering mess, yearning for release, and it made for some very interesting bargains when Leeteuk was feeling manipulative.
One last swipe of tongue over the reddened area and he was gliding cock-wards, wetly trailing over straining underwear before mercifully peeling them off and down slender legs. Pausing to just breathe warm air tauntingly across the erection displayed out in front of him, surveying this delectable delight eagerly as he thought how best to tease Heechul without fulfilment.
Leeteuk took a moment to retrieve the bottle of lube and soon slicked fingers were encouraging those beautifully long legs to spread further to give better access, allowing him to trek lower, insistently pressing his way inside as his tongue ventured out to swirl around the taut flesh briefly, Heechul grunting and straining to follow as he withdrew, thrusting his finger in up to the knuckle.
He could hear the frustration in Heechul's voice as he teased him with the finger, curling the digit as he made to pull out, only to slide in a second alongside, licking a stripe up his cock to assault him with sensation and the irritation in his tone morphed into pleased sighs.
He was hardly gentle in his efforts, however, Leeteuk was confident there'd be no word of desist from his partner, he would enjoy the ache of the stretch, urge him to be rougher, less delicate with him if anything, ever confident in the knowledge that Leeteuk would never truly hurt him, that they knew each other intimately enough to know each other's limits and boundaries, when to push them to a new level and when it was out of the question.
Heechul was surely expectant now, three fingers buried in his arse and his cock surrounded by Leeteuk's greedy mouth, the tight suction not enough for any real relief, and the desperate thrust of his hips was anticipated as Leeteuk pulled his mouth away, fingers still lazily pumping within the clenching space to send sporadic hitches of breath and choked gasps spilling from the prone man.
But Leeteuk had more planned than some simple blindfolds and blowjobs for his lover today, having stumbled accidentally across quite the surprising, yet inspiring sight when his plans had been unexpectedly cancelled. It had been difficult to hide his glee at the ideas he'd concocted to surprise Heechul with, and he felt a tremor of anticipation run though him at the very thought of it.
"I saw you you know, the other day when you thought I was out." Leeteuk began, keeping his tone conversational, as he loomed over the other man, like he was merely discussing the weather with a friend not naked with his fingers inside another man, "Getting off to that porn film, fucking yourself so hard and desperate with your fingers as you were sucking so hungrily on the other hand. Wishing it was you being taken from both sides like that, one cock rammed down your throat and the other splitting you open from behind."
Heechul was open mouthed in shock, colour rising rapidly on his cheeks. He was so sure he'd been alone, that Leeteuk was blissfully unaware of his sordid fantasy. But what could he do trapped in the dark, not even able to read the other's expression, just defencelessly exposed to his reaction.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, to be used so brutally, to have both holes filled like a dirty whore?" punctuating his statement with a particularly vicious jab of his fingers into Heechul.
"But that wasn't it was it? It wasn't enough for you. Not enough to make you come. It was when they took him together, side by side, two thick cocks forcing their way into his arsehole." Spinning the portrayal further, not sparing Heeechul’s humiliation as he continued.
"He enjoyed it didn't he? And so did you. Stuffing both sets of fingers up yourself, completely shameless. I saw the way you rubbed against that pillow until you came, never once taking your eyes of the screen because that would break the fantasy wouldn't it?"
"Well, I decided to make it come true."
Visions of some scarily huge monster of a man Leeteuk had invited to punish him cruelly with what he wanted surfaced leering savagely behind the artificial darkness of the blindfold. But what he wanted was Leeteuk, that film was just a unobtainable fantasy, unbelievably hot but he never expected it to be realised, and he didn't want it with some nameless strangers that were doing it purely for their own selfish satisfaction and not his.
"But who could I trust to join us I thought? Who would I deem worthy of seeing you like this, spread out and needy, begging with every molecule to be defiled?" ever more rhetorical questions spoken in the quiet as Leeteuk went on.
Ok, Heechul thought, at least it wouldn't be a stranger, but was that an improvement? Whoever it was he'd never be able to look them in the eye again without being reminded of how they'd taken him.
He lay tensed in readiness, ears straining desperately for the slightest sound, a door opening, anything, just some indication of who this other presence was going to be, that this really was going to be a treat deserving of the trust he laid in Leeteuk and not some cruel trick that his paranoid mind was frantically trying to convince him this was.
"But, why share what is mine? A body that's so tight and willing, squeezing yourself around me as you feel me deep inside you while I fuck you and you love it."
A touch of cool artificial flesh against his skin and Heechul flinched away, realisation hitting him like a slap to the face, no make that arse, because this was definitely the good kind of sudden impact, and he eagerly relaxed back into a more submissive state, slightly embarrassed at having doubted Leeteuk's intentions in the first place.
But it was going in the wrong direction, trailing upwards, pressing insistently at his lips, pushing past the small amount of resistance of his slack jawed state lying heavy on his tongue as it entered as far as it could go without choking him completely. Until unexpectedly he gagged, gurgling incoherently around the large object as Leeteuk rammed into him at the same time, jolting him upwards on the bed with the force of it, filling Heechul completely in one long thrust, the guttural moan issuing from the blindfolded man drowning out the growl of satisfaction from Leeteuk as he sank home.
Leeteuk was wasting no time with slow build up, withdrawing just once before setting a furious pace, hard and fast, Heechul struggling to breathe around the fake penis in his mouth, pursing his lips and widening his jaw to spare it his teeth as though it were real and snorting big gulps of air in through his nose to desperately get some oxygen to his brain.
Bending him almost in half as he lifted Heechul’s hips to push in deeper, the new angle stimulating new areas, sending pleasure coursing through him as nerves were hit directly with well aimed thrusts and despite his lack of sight Heechul could feel the other mans presence looming over him, leaning down to breath hotly in his face, chuckling as he toyed with the dildo in the prone mans mouth chuckling at the spluttering the sudden action caused.
Leeteuk moved down further, his wayward hair brushing Heechul’s face in irritating tickly strands, a momentary distraction before dirty instructions were being hissed into his ear, to pleasure the toy like it was him in his mouth, to suck it like he meant it, bathe it with his tongue and make him moan. Before sharp teeth clamped down onto his ear lobe, pinching and tugging at the soft flesh, until it felt like he was surrounding Heechul on all sides with nerve tingling pleasure.
But all at once, the onslaughts stop, the pounding from above slowing just as he was tensing in readiness for a truly explosive orgasm, and the plastic cock was yanked from his mouth as he eagerly gulped huge breaths in case it would return to impede him again.
“I want to do you standing. Get on your feet so I can fuck you properly” and despite himself, that it was natural to be contrary to any such impolite orders, he craved to be filled once more, to be shoved over the edge into heady bliss however Leeteuk saw fit.
So he scrambled to raise himself up, disorientated not just because of the blindfold, stumbling to stand up on wobbly legs before a phantom hand took a firm hold of his wrist guiding him surprisingly gently to a cold, hard, smooth surface, the window; Leeteuk wanted to fuck him against the panoramic window.
Heechul knew exactly what was expected of him, splaying himself against the glass, head turned sideways to press his upper body still slick with exertion against the invisible pane in front of him, canting his hips backwards to thrust his arse out in invitation, waiting for the fucking he so wanted, to resume anew.
“Wag your tail like a good little puppy,” Leeteuk cajoled, delivering a stinging slap to Heechul’s exposed behind, loud against the quiet opulent spaciousness of the room, echoing poignantly with how dirty an act they were performing in such a prim environment.
And despite these words being completely laughable in any other situation, likely to invite great scorn and ridicule at their speaker, Heechul thrust his arse out shamelessly wiggling as instructed, choking out a broken “Please,” for good measure, his throat still raw from the previous occupant.
The results were immediate; the entrance, though expected squashed him harshly against the window with the force, hands moving to grip at his hips, fingers bruising with the pressure pressing against his hipbones as he was pulled back to meet the pounding of the other mans own hips, a physical prompt that he should be doing this himself before the hands left him.
There were fingers now, forcing themselves in around the girth of Leeteuk’s cock, stretching him wider than he'd ever been before and it stings, but the fingers were skilled, coaxing the extra space out of him and Heechul knows where this is going, where the toy is going.
Before he has time to prepare, brace himself, or attempt to relax to accommodate, something, its blunt head now being pushed against his protesting muscles alongside the erection already inside him, all his focus on this foreign overpowering straining as the scene in the video became reality and however huge everything felt, Heechul was awed when the movement stopped and there were actually 2 whole cocks inside of him, the thrill of this realisation running through him and pulling a satisfied groan from the man behind him.
Before the thrusting commenced once again, less brutal this time, impeded by the overwhelming tightness as Leeteuk was but no less mind-blowing, the constant pressure inside him a whole different sensation to the fast paced movement of before, and Heechul found himself helpless not to cry out in pleasure all his efforts focused on merely staying standing.
Until the blindfold was suddenly ripped from his eyes and he was faced with a jaw-dropping sight. The dark city and pretty lights merely a backdrop now to their, to his reflection in the glass. Utterly debauched was how he looked, skin flushed red, hair plastered to his head in dark clumps, lank and damp and nothing like how he let the world see it. And his face; all slack and gasping, gaping glistening lips, and slutty drooping eye lids as he regarded him-self in intrigue.
His face was smearing across the glass, so unbecoming and probably not very attractive, his hands leaving giant messy smudges, a mixture of unthinkable substances coating the once pristine glass, as he struggled for some friction, some purchase. How funny it would be to see the face of whoever cleaned this room when they were long gone, finding such an atrocity marring the pristine perfection of the pane.
But he didn’t have thought to spare to ponder such matters, his vision dwindling in the face of such extreme fullness, pressing so unyieldingly against his prostate with every miniscule movement and he couldn’t contain himself any longer coming with a strangled shout against the window, all the spectrum of the lights beyond the pane of glass blurring into one giant incandescent explosion of colour before fading to blackness.
******
Later, after a cursory wipe off of undesirable substances and carrying his unconscious partner to bed content, that he had executed the other man’s fantasy to the best of his ability, lying limp and exhausted on the soft and decadently comfortable sheets, rightly so for the price of the room, gently cradling a now gently snoring Heechul, waiting for sleep to claim him, Leeteuk thought the come added to the smears on the window, the smudgy abstract shapes caused from Heechul’s body being pressed against the glass was almost a collage of modern art standards, whoever had the misfortune of cleaning the room tomorrow would likely think different.
Notes :
Originally I started this for the SuJu kink anonymeme thign MONTHS ago, with the prompt, LT/HC window sex, toys and blindfolds, but it got written so I kinda lost motivation for a bit, but then didn't want to scrap it, so VOILA months later and smutty fic is here XDD and I TOTALLY slipped in the puppy line so I could use it as a 100 fic story ^_~
Lemme know if it wasn't total fail yeah? ^_^ I have no idea if my NC-17 is working atm :P
Oh and feel free to join the comm btw if you like what you read ♥
Pairing: Leeteuk/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, blindfolds, porn watching, toys, exhibitionism, double penetration.
Words: 3,157
Summary: The view of the spectacular hotel room goes mostly unnoticed when Leeteuk decides to fulfill a secret fantasy of Heechul's.
Comments: I am dedicating this to the super amazing stevenghost (yes again, so I stalk her ok :P) because she is leaving for a while and deserves as much fic as she can get anyway XDD ♥♥♥
Also a shout out to miximel cuz Leeteuk and Heechul are her favs (though maybe not together I dunno) :S
For the miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 053 : Puppies ( my archive)
Such a romantic view their hotel room had, a sweeping panorama of the city, bright rainbows of light sweeping across the landscape in stark contrast to the richly dark indigo night sky. He could imagine girls cooing and ahhi-ng over the sight, wanting it as a backdrop for losing virginities or celebrating marriages or something equally sentimental.
The room was just as luscious, all rich fabrics and angsted over interior decorating, that not a single tassel or appliance would even dare to clash with anything else, however the guest arranged the room.
And yet Heechul stood, pressed against the window, back bowed as Leeteuk mercilessly pounded into him, not able to enjoy the view, his vision obscured by the blindfold that had been inflicted on him earlier.
It seemed like hours ago that they'd fallen through the door, hurriedly dropping bags and coats, completely oblivious to the awe inspiring sight. Heechul had made a beeline straight for the bed, flopping backwards onto it and bouncing slightly on the responsive springs before arranging himself into a pose specifically engineered to just scream 'come fuck me', legs open invitingly, leaning back casually on his elbows and a look of pure darkened want on his face, who could say no to that?
Although Leeteuk certainly wasn’t quick on the uptake it seemed and being not known for his patience, Heechul was forced to voice a "get your arse over here and fuck me" when he had decided the other man took more than five seconds to be all over him, instead rummaging in one of the dropped bags for god knows what and he couldn't decide whether be indignant or expectant with the reply he got:
"There's no rush. I want to take my time making you moan today."
He had settled for a slight pout and head toss, until Leeteuk appeased him with attention, doting kisses peppered across his face, drawn inevitably to Heechul’s lips, almost inhaling the other with the intensity. Heechul eagerly drawing Leeteuk down on top of him reverently cupping his head in his hands, keeping the kiss slow, meaningful, as they so often couldn't afford to in the dorm.
The way they fit together was so familiar, Leeteuk moulding himself to Heechul from chest to knee, legs tangling together, slotting in with each other like they were meant to be one entity and being separated for so long was unnatural and strange and their molecules would yearn to be back and connected again. But no, if they were one entity, then they couldn't feel the delicious friction of their chests moving against each other or the searing body heat radiating off the other and that wasn’t something to pass up so lightly.
Leeteuk’s hands were in his hair, curling intrepid fingers around long tresses, sliding the silky strands around his hands like the feeling fascinated him completely, applying more pressure to massage gently at his scalp and Heechul felt this must be what it's like to be a cat, basking in the attention as its owner lovingly stroked its fur and he closed his eyes to do just that.
Heechul was so focused on the blissful attention, he was surprised as he felt cloth settle over his eyes, and his brain jumped into action, anticipating the many possibilities of what else was in that bag.
"Leeteuk~~? What exactly are you planning" raising an eyebrow visible over the dark blindfold and keeping his tone nonchalantly questioning.
"Awww, now that'd be no fun would it?" Leeteuk replied, tone gently chastising and smile audible in his words, "I never took you for one who would turn down so much hedonistic attention. I had planned to worship every inch of your body all spread out waiting for me," and Heechul felt a hand brush along a thigh suggestively as his words took a more suggestive turn, "you look hot in a blindfold, I just can't contain myself." and Heechul really didn't want to be wearing his now, to see the conviction that was sure to be shining in Leeteuk's eyes, possibly even wetting his lips with that talented tongue of his, swiping it slowly across the full, suckable, flesh...
"You make a very persuasive point. Continue."
"Don't say you didn't ask for it then" words tinged with an undeniable smirk as those wetted lips lowered to trail distractingly over his navel, hands dropping to unhurriedly remove Heechul of his trousers. His fingers dipped and curled around the thick fabric and dipped inside the spaces as he did so, tracing along the edges of Heechul's underwear, the delicate skin at the juncture of leg and groin extra sensitive to every slight moment of contact.
Heechul didn't like it, having his sight taken away like this, didn’t like not being in control and aware of everything around him but to have no power over it. It set him on edge having to rely only on his hearing, forced to strain to read the subtle changes in air pressure as Leeteuk moved around, but he wouldn't deny this step into the unknown made even the slightest touch more exciting, reverberate deeper across his body, the nervous excitement of not knowing where the next touch would be making it that much more exhilarating when it happened.
And Leeteuk was having a field day, thoroughly enjoying the surprised hitches of breath when he'd ghost lips across that long pale neck, feeling the unsuspecting flinch as he lightly scraped his fingernails along the line of Heechul's ribs or trail a tongue across a stark collarbone.
He was delighting in the unconscious whine's Heechul was emitting as he sucked voraciously on that spot above his hipbone always guaranteed to turn him into a quivering mess, yearning for release, and it made for some very interesting bargains when Leeteuk was feeling manipulative.
One last swipe of tongue over the reddened area and he was gliding cock-wards, wetly trailing over straining underwear before mercifully peeling them off and down slender legs. Pausing to just breathe warm air tauntingly across the erection displayed out in front of him, surveying this delectable delight eagerly as he thought how best to tease Heechul without fulfilment.
Leeteuk took a moment to retrieve the bottle of lube and soon slicked fingers were encouraging those beautifully long legs to spread further to give better access, allowing him to trek lower, insistently pressing his way inside as his tongue ventured out to swirl around the taut flesh briefly, Heechul grunting and straining to follow as he withdrew, thrusting his finger in up to the knuckle.
He could hear the frustration in Heechul's voice as he teased him with the finger, curling the digit as he made to pull out, only to slide in a second alongside, licking a stripe up his cock to assault him with sensation and the irritation in his tone morphed into pleased sighs.
He was hardly gentle in his efforts, however, Leeteuk was confident there'd be no word of desist from his partner, he would enjoy the ache of the stretch, urge him to be rougher, less delicate with him if anything, ever confident in the knowledge that Leeteuk would never truly hurt him, that they knew each other intimately enough to know each other's limits and boundaries, when to push them to a new level and when it was out of the question.
Heechul was surely expectant now, three fingers buried in his arse and his cock surrounded by Leeteuk's greedy mouth, the tight suction not enough for any real relief, and the desperate thrust of his hips was anticipated as Leeteuk pulled his mouth away, fingers still lazily pumping within the clenching space to send sporadic hitches of breath and choked gasps spilling from the prone man.
But Leeteuk had more planned than some simple blindfolds and blowjobs for his lover today, having stumbled accidentally across quite the surprising, yet inspiring sight when his plans had been unexpectedly cancelled. It had been difficult to hide his glee at the ideas he'd concocted to surprise Heechul with, and he felt a tremor of anticipation run though him at the very thought of it.
"I saw you you know, the other day when you thought I was out." Leeteuk began, keeping his tone conversational, as he loomed over the other man, like he was merely discussing the weather with a friend not naked with his fingers inside another man, "Getting off to that porn film, fucking yourself so hard and desperate with your fingers as you were sucking so hungrily on the other hand. Wishing it was you being taken from both sides like that, one cock rammed down your throat and the other splitting you open from behind."
Heechul was open mouthed in shock, colour rising rapidly on his cheeks. He was so sure he'd been alone, that Leeteuk was blissfully unaware of his sordid fantasy. But what could he do trapped in the dark, not even able to read the other's expression, just defencelessly exposed to his reaction.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, to be used so brutally, to have both holes filled like a dirty whore?" punctuating his statement with a particularly vicious jab of his fingers into Heechul.
"But that wasn't it was it? It wasn't enough for you. Not enough to make you come. It was when they took him together, side by side, two thick cocks forcing their way into his arsehole." Spinning the portrayal further, not sparing Heeechul’s humiliation as he continued.
"He enjoyed it didn't he? And so did you. Stuffing both sets of fingers up yourself, completely shameless. I saw the way you rubbed against that pillow until you came, never once taking your eyes of the screen because that would break the fantasy wouldn't it?"
"Well, I decided to make it come true."
Visions of some scarily huge monster of a man Leeteuk had invited to punish him cruelly with what he wanted surfaced leering savagely behind the artificial darkness of the blindfold. But what he wanted was Leeteuk, that film was just a unobtainable fantasy, unbelievably hot but he never expected it to be realised, and he didn't want it with some nameless strangers that were doing it purely for their own selfish satisfaction and not his.
"But who could I trust to join us I thought? Who would I deem worthy of seeing you like this, spread out and needy, begging with every molecule to be defiled?" ever more rhetorical questions spoken in the quiet as Leeteuk went on.
Ok, Heechul thought, at least it wouldn't be a stranger, but was that an improvement? Whoever it was he'd never be able to look them in the eye again without being reminded of how they'd taken him.
He lay tensed in readiness, ears straining desperately for the slightest sound, a door opening, anything, just some indication of who this other presence was going to be, that this really was going to be a treat deserving of the trust he laid in Leeteuk and not some cruel trick that his paranoid mind was frantically trying to convince him this was.
"But, why share what is mine? A body that's so tight and willing, squeezing yourself around me as you feel me deep inside you while I fuck you and you love it."
A touch of cool artificial flesh against his skin and Heechul flinched away, realisation hitting him like a slap to the face, no make that arse, because this was definitely the good kind of sudden impact, and he eagerly relaxed back into a more submissive state, slightly embarrassed at having doubted Leeteuk's intentions in the first place.
But it was going in the wrong direction, trailing upwards, pressing insistently at his lips, pushing past the small amount of resistance of his slack jawed state lying heavy on his tongue as it entered as far as it could go without choking him completely. Until unexpectedly he gagged, gurgling incoherently around the large object as Leeteuk rammed into him at the same time, jolting him upwards on the bed with the force of it, filling Heechul completely in one long thrust, the guttural moan issuing from the blindfolded man drowning out the growl of satisfaction from Leeteuk as he sank home.
Leeteuk was wasting no time with slow build up, withdrawing just once before setting a furious pace, hard and fast, Heechul struggling to breathe around the fake penis in his mouth, pursing his lips and widening his jaw to spare it his teeth as though it were real and snorting big gulps of air in through his nose to desperately get some oxygen to his brain.
Bending him almost in half as he lifted Heechul’s hips to push in deeper, the new angle stimulating new areas, sending pleasure coursing through him as nerves were hit directly with well aimed thrusts and despite his lack of sight Heechul could feel the other mans presence looming over him, leaning down to breath hotly in his face, chuckling as he toyed with the dildo in the prone mans mouth chuckling at the spluttering the sudden action caused.
Leeteuk moved down further, his wayward hair brushing Heechul’s face in irritating tickly strands, a momentary distraction before dirty instructions were being hissed into his ear, to pleasure the toy like it was him in his mouth, to suck it like he meant it, bathe it with his tongue and make him moan. Before sharp teeth clamped down onto his ear lobe, pinching and tugging at the soft flesh, until it felt like he was surrounding Heechul on all sides with nerve tingling pleasure.
But all at once, the onslaughts stop, the pounding from above slowing just as he was tensing in readiness for a truly explosive orgasm, and the plastic cock was yanked from his mouth as he eagerly gulped huge breaths in case it would return to impede him again.
“I want to do you standing. Get on your feet so I can fuck you properly” and despite himself, that it was natural to be contrary to any such impolite orders, he craved to be filled once more, to be shoved over the edge into heady bliss however Leeteuk saw fit.
So he scrambled to raise himself up, disorientated not just because of the blindfold, stumbling to stand up on wobbly legs before a phantom hand took a firm hold of his wrist guiding him surprisingly gently to a cold, hard, smooth surface, the window; Leeteuk wanted to fuck him against the panoramic window.
Heechul knew exactly what was expected of him, splaying himself against the glass, head turned sideways to press his upper body still slick with exertion against the invisible pane in front of him, canting his hips backwards to thrust his arse out in invitation, waiting for the fucking he so wanted, to resume anew.
“Wag your tail like a good little puppy,” Leeteuk cajoled, delivering a stinging slap to Heechul’s exposed behind, loud against the quiet opulent spaciousness of the room, echoing poignantly with how dirty an act they were performing in such a prim environment.
And despite these words being completely laughable in any other situation, likely to invite great scorn and ridicule at their speaker, Heechul thrust his arse out shamelessly wiggling as instructed, choking out a broken “Please,” for good measure, his throat still raw from the previous occupant.
The results were immediate; the entrance, though expected squashed him harshly against the window with the force, hands moving to grip at his hips, fingers bruising with the pressure pressing against his hipbones as he was pulled back to meet the pounding of the other mans own hips, a physical prompt that he should be doing this himself before the hands left him.
There were fingers now, forcing themselves in around the girth of Leeteuk’s cock, stretching him wider than he'd ever been before and it stings, but the fingers were skilled, coaxing the extra space out of him and Heechul knows where this is going, where the toy is going.
Before he has time to prepare, brace himself, or attempt to relax to accommodate, something, its blunt head now being pushed against his protesting muscles alongside the erection already inside him, all his focus on this foreign overpowering straining as the scene in the video became reality and however huge everything felt, Heechul was awed when the movement stopped and there were actually 2 whole cocks inside of him, the thrill of this realisation running through him and pulling a satisfied groan from the man behind him.
Before the thrusting commenced once again, less brutal this time, impeded by the overwhelming tightness as Leeteuk was but no less mind-blowing, the constant pressure inside him a whole different sensation to the fast paced movement of before, and Heechul found himself helpless not to cry out in pleasure all his efforts focused on merely staying standing.
Until the blindfold was suddenly ripped from his eyes and he was faced with a jaw-dropping sight. The dark city and pretty lights merely a backdrop now to their, to his reflection in the glass. Utterly debauched was how he looked, skin flushed red, hair plastered to his head in dark clumps, lank and damp and nothing like how he let the world see it. And his face; all slack and gasping, gaping glistening lips, and slutty drooping eye lids as he regarded him-self in intrigue.
His face was smearing across the glass, so unbecoming and probably not very attractive, his hands leaving giant messy smudges, a mixture of unthinkable substances coating the once pristine glass, as he struggled for some friction, some purchase. How funny it would be to see the face of whoever cleaned this room when they were long gone, finding such an atrocity marring the pristine perfection of the pane.
But he didn’t have thought to spare to ponder such matters, his vision dwindling in the face of such extreme fullness, pressing so unyieldingly against his prostate with every miniscule movement and he couldn’t contain himself any longer coming with a strangled shout against the window, all the spectrum of the lights beyond the pane of glass blurring into one giant incandescent explosion of colour before fading to blackness.
******
Later, after a cursory wipe off of undesirable substances and carrying his unconscious partner to bed content, that he had executed the other man’s fantasy to the best of his ability, lying limp and exhausted on the soft and decadently comfortable sheets, rightly so for the price of the room, gently cradling a now gently snoring Heechul, waiting for sleep to claim him, Leeteuk thought the come added to the smears on the window, the smudgy abstract shapes caused from Heechul’s body being pressed against the glass was almost a collage of modern art standards, whoever had the misfortune of cleaning the room tomorrow would likely think different.
Notes :
Originally I started this for the SuJu kink anonymeme thign MONTHS ago, with the prompt, LT/HC window sex, toys and blindfolds, but it got written so I kinda lost motivation for a bit, but then didn't want to scrap it, so VOILA months later and smutty fic is here XDD and I TOTALLY slipped in the puppy line so I could use it as a 100 fic story ^_~
Lemme know if it wasn't total fail yeah? ^_^ I have no idea if my NC-17 is working atm :P
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