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Title: Lick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hangeng / Heechul
Prompt: 015, Lick
Heechul shifts his weight between his left and right sides, sitting uneasily on the uncomfortable airport terminal bench. The air conditioner vent is right in front of him and it’s blowing cold air straight in his face. He’d get up and move but he looks so damn cool with his hair blowing in the wind like this, and looking cool is definitely more important than freezing his ass off.
He waits for the flight number on the bright, flashy display board to change from on time to arrived. Flight 580 from Beijing to Seoul changes from on time to delayed and Heechul lets out an angry sigh. He hates waiting, anticipating, and thinking about what’s going to happen in the future.
What if he doesn’t like the guy? What if the guy doesn’t like him? Okay, the second can’t happen, but it is really possible that Heechul could hate this guy. Heechul hates a lot of people, it’s just how he is.
He gets up from the bench and opens his bag. Yes, he brought a bag. He ruffles through it and finds his wallet, pulling out some spare change and finding a snack place to get something to drink. He settles on a can of water, taking a swig after paying and then moving back to the waiting area to find his familiar seat on the bench.
Several cans of water later, the board finally changes to arrived, to the relief of a very bored Heechul. He throws the PSP he’d borrowed from Donghae back in his bag and gets up to quickly go to the bathroom before meeting his new bandmate.
He walks out of the bathroom holding Hangeng’s picture in his hand, studying it and looking around for the face. He’s cute, Heechul will give him that. He carefully watches as people begin to emerge, wandering aimlessly trying to find their families, and finally a shy looking boy walks out wheeling his luggage and looking more lost than all the other people combined.
“Han…Han…” Heechul starts. Fuck, how the hell do you say that? He gives up, “Hannie!”
Hangeng’s head wheels around in all directions searching for the voice. He spots Heechul, flailing his arm high in the air with an idiot-grin plastered on his face. Hangeng smiles politely and bows when they finally reach each other. He introduces himself in a broken Korean sentence that he practiced almost non-stop on the plane and it still comes out almost incomprehensible.
Heechul laughs, trying to correct Hangeng’s poor grammar, but it just turns out worse than the first time and he gives up quickly. He escorts Hangeng through the terminal to get back to the parking lot.
Hangeng’s head whirls around, trying to decipher the foreign signs plastered throughout the airport. He learned quite a few of them over the past few weeks at his last-minute Korean course, but it hadn’t been of much help considering they placed him in Beginner level with a bunch of three year-olds. Apparently the adult class had been full.
Heechul watches from behind as Hangeng’s little ass shimmies as he walks, teasing him; taunting him. With each step and each shake it calls his name. Heechul…Heechul…come get me…
Hangeng turns around and Heechul wipes away any drool that could possibly be running from out of his mouth and speeds up to him. He points to the left and directs them to the parking lot, where a full-out limo is waiting to take them back to the dorm.
Hangeng smiles, maybe Korea won’t be so bad after all. The chauffer takes his luggage and carefully loads it into the trunk as Heechul and Hangeng slide into the backseat. It’s rather spacious inside, even more so than Hangeng would’ve thought from what he’d seen in dramas and whatnot, but Heechul still decides to sit relatively close to him.
The driver climbs into the front seat and the engine starts. Heechul smiles as the driver turns around to check if they’re okay before pressing the button to bring up the separator. He turns back to Hangeng, who smiles awkwardly.
“My name is Hankyung. I come from China.” He stutters out, still with bad pronunciation and uneasiness. His sentences are simple but Heechul can see the complexity in Hangeng’s eyes as he stares into them. He’s beautiful.
“Kim Heechul.” He replies, placing a hand on Hangeng’s lap. He’s never been known to take things slowly.
Hangeng bites his lip as Heechul slowly rubs circles into his inner thigh, moving his face closer to Hangeng’s swelling lips. “I’m not usually this forward with people, but you’re just so fucking hot.”
Hangeng can’t understand a word of Heechul’s rushed, slurred Korean but he thinks he understands as their lips connect and Heechul’s hand is in his hair. He climbs onto Hangeng’s body and grinds his growing erection into the other boy’s hips, who responds with a desperate moan and Heechul knows that having not jerked off since moving into the dorm is finally going to pay off.
“Please,” Hangeng says in Korean before muttering long, complicated sentences in Mandarin and Heechul can’t help but listen to how sexy it sounds when he speaks in his native tongue. His words flow so well, so unlike when he speaks Korean. “Qin rang wo shen zai cao ni, qin rang wo shen zai cao ni, qin rang wo shen zai cao ni…” He repeats over and over as Heechul undoes his jeans.
Hangeng’s pants are thrown off to the side and he peels off Heechul’s shirt, flipping them around so now he dominates the older boy. Hangeng blinks and Heechul already has his pants off; he’s a man of many talents. He flips himself over and gently pushes his ass into Hangeng.
Hangeng groans as his stomach swells, he’s getting dizzy. His index finger manages to find Heechul’s lips and his tongue envelops it. He can’t help but give Heechul’s shoulder blade a lustful lick before withdrawing his finger and moving himself to Heechul’s entrance.
He inserts a first finger and Heechul squeezes onto it suddenly, increasing the tightness and the heat and Hangeng’s erection, he can’t help but quickly slide in a second and begins to scissor, because it was a very long flight and he needs some release.
He pulls out his fingers and Heechul whimpers as he becomes completely filled by Hangeng’s member. He enunciates the sweetest of moans as Hangeng thrusts into him, swearing in Mandarin as Heechul’s muscles tightly clench around him.
His hand moves around to find Heechul’s stiff cock and he fists it sloppily, timing it just perfectly with his thrusts, the rhythm so steady, so perfect.
Heechul’s head turns over his shoulder and he watches as Hangeng quickens his pace, his eyes contorting and his jaw loosely hanging open. His breathing isn’t quite as constant as his movements and Heechul can feel his chest heave on his back.
He pulls Hangeng toward him and their lips meet, Hangeng devouring him with gluttony and lust and just about every other deadly sin. Heechul squirms from underneath him, moaning loudly as he comes in Hangeng’s hand. He constricts his muscles and it sends Hangeng over the edge, emptying himself in Heechul before pulling out and falling on the floor of the limo, his chest expanding and contracting, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat.
Heechul begins to put back on his pants and fix his hair. “What were you saying to me?”
Hangeng can barely think but he manages to put together a few words, “You. Me. Together.” He can’t decipher which verb to use and instead demonstrates with a hip-thrusting action and Heechul lets out an echoing laugh before throwing Hangeng his jeans.
“Just wait until you meet everyone else.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hangeng / Heechul
Prompt: 015, Lick
Heechul shifts his weight between his left and right sides, sitting uneasily on the uncomfortable airport terminal bench. The air conditioner vent is right in front of him and it’s blowing cold air straight in his face. He’d get up and move but he looks so damn cool with his hair blowing in the wind like this, and looking cool is definitely more important than freezing his ass off.
He waits for the flight number on the bright, flashy display board to change from on time to arrived. Flight 580 from Beijing to Seoul changes from on time to delayed and Heechul lets out an angry sigh. He hates waiting, anticipating, and thinking about what’s going to happen in the future.
What if he doesn’t like the guy? What if the guy doesn’t like him? Okay, the second can’t happen, but it is really possible that Heechul could hate this guy. Heechul hates a lot of people, it’s just how he is.
He gets up from the bench and opens his bag. Yes, he brought a bag. He ruffles through it and finds his wallet, pulling out some spare change and finding a snack place to get something to drink. He settles on a can of water, taking a swig after paying and then moving back to the waiting area to find his familiar seat on the bench.
Several cans of water later, the board finally changes to arrived, to the relief of a very bored Heechul. He throws the PSP he’d borrowed from Donghae back in his bag and gets up to quickly go to the bathroom before meeting his new bandmate.
He walks out of the bathroom holding Hangeng’s picture in his hand, studying it and looking around for the face. He’s cute, Heechul will give him that. He carefully watches as people begin to emerge, wandering aimlessly trying to find their families, and finally a shy looking boy walks out wheeling his luggage and looking more lost than all the other people combined.
“Han…Han…” Heechul starts. Fuck, how the hell do you say that? He gives up, “Hannie!”
Hangeng’s head wheels around in all directions searching for the voice. He spots Heechul, flailing his arm high in the air with an idiot-grin plastered on his face. Hangeng smiles politely and bows when they finally reach each other. He introduces himself in a broken Korean sentence that he practiced almost non-stop on the plane and it still comes out almost incomprehensible.
Heechul laughs, trying to correct Hangeng’s poor grammar, but it just turns out worse than the first time and he gives up quickly. He escorts Hangeng through the terminal to get back to the parking lot.
Hangeng’s head whirls around, trying to decipher the foreign signs plastered throughout the airport. He learned quite a few of them over the past few weeks at his last-minute Korean course, but it hadn’t been of much help considering they placed him in Beginner level with a bunch of three year-olds. Apparently the adult class had been full.
Heechul watches from behind as Hangeng’s little ass shimmies as he walks, teasing him; taunting him. With each step and each shake it calls his name. Heechul…Heechul…come get me…
Hangeng turns around and Heechul wipes away any drool that could possibly be running from out of his mouth and speeds up to him. He points to the left and directs them to the parking lot, where a full-out limo is waiting to take them back to the dorm.
Hangeng smiles, maybe Korea won’t be so bad after all. The chauffer takes his luggage and carefully loads it into the trunk as Heechul and Hangeng slide into the backseat. It’s rather spacious inside, even more so than Hangeng would’ve thought from what he’d seen in dramas and whatnot, but Heechul still decides to sit relatively close to him.
The driver climbs into the front seat and the engine starts. Heechul smiles as the driver turns around to check if they’re okay before pressing the button to bring up the separator. He turns back to Hangeng, who smiles awkwardly.
“My name is Hankyung. I come from China.” He stutters out, still with bad pronunciation and uneasiness. His sentences are simple but Heechul can see the complexity in Hangeng’s eyes as he stares into them. He’s beautiful.
“Kim Heechul.” He replies, placing a hand on Hangeng’s lap. He’s never been known to take things slowly.
Hangeng bites his lip as Heechul slowly rubs circles into his inner thigh, moving his face closer to Hangeng’s swelling lips. “I’m not usually this forward with people, but you’re just so fucking hot.”
Hangeng can’t understand a word of Heechul’s rushed, slurred Korean but he thinks he understands as their lips connect and Heechul’s hand is in his hair. He climbs onto Hangeng’s body and grinds his growing erection into the other boy’s hips, who responds with a desperate moan and Heechul knows that having not jerked off since moving into the dorm is finally going to pay off.
“Please,” Hangeng says in Korean before muttering long, complicated sentences in Mandarin and Heechul can’t help but listen to how sexy it sounds when he speaks in his native tongue. His words flow so well, so unlike when he speaks Korean. “Qin rang wo shen zai cao ni, qin rang wo shen zai cao ni, qin rang wo shen zai cao ni…” He repeats over and over as Heechul undoes his jeans.
Hangeng’s pants are thrown off to the side and he peels off Heechul’s shirt, flipping them around so now he dominates the older boy. Hangeng blinks and Heechul already has his pants off; he’s a man of many talents. He flips himself over and gently pushes his ass into Hangeng.
Hangeng groans as his stomach swells, he’s getting dizzy. His index finger manages to find Heechul’s lips and his tongue envelops it. He can’t help but give Heechul’s shoulder blade a lustful lick before withdrawing his finger and moving himself to Heechul’s entrance.
He inserts a first finger and Heechul squeezes onto it suddenly, increasing the tightness and the heat and Hangeng’s erection, he can’t help but quickly slide in a second and begins to scissor, because it was a very long flight and he needs some release.
He pulls out his fingers and Heechul whimpers as he becomes completely filled by Hangeng’s member. He enunciates the sweetest of moans as Hangeng thrusts into him, swearing in Mandarin as Heechul’s muscles tightly clench around him.
His hand moves around to find Heechul’s stiff cock and he fists it sloppily, timing it just perfectly with his thrusts, the rhythm so steady, so perfect.
Heechul’s head turns over his shoulder and he watches as Hangeng quickens his pace, his eyes contorting and his jaw loosely hanging open. His breathing isn’t quite as constant as his movements and Heechul can feel his chest heave on his back.
He pulls Hangeng toward him and their lips meet, Hangeng devouring him with gluttony and lust and just about every other deadly sin. Heechul squirms from underneath him, moaning loudly as he comes in Hangeng’s hand. He constricts his muscles and it sends Hangeng over the edge, emptying himself in Heechul before pulling out and falling on the floor of the limo, his chest expanding and contracting, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat.
Heechul begins to put back on his pants and fix his hair. “What were you saying to me?”
Hangeng can barely think but he manages to put together a few words, “You. Me. Together.” He can’t decipher which verb to use and instead demonstrates with a hip-thrusting action and Heechul lets out an echoing laugh before throwing Hangeng his jeans.
“Just wait until you meet everyone else.”