Every Angle - Heechul/Gunhee
Title: Every Angle
Pairing: Heechul/Gunhee
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I had a dream Heechul kissed Han Geng so I'm writing this for penance.
“What are we teenagers?” Heechul asks, but still tilts his head and hums as Gunhee bites gently at his neck.
“You make me feel like a teenager,” Gunhee says, kissing up Heechul's neck to the back of his ear making Heechul's breath hitch.
Heechul still manages to snort at how cheesy Gunhee is at least. Heechul tugs at Gunhee's shirt collar to move him away from his neck so he can kiss Gunhee on the lips.
“So fucking teenage,” Heechu murmurs, biting Gunhee's lip as he pulls back, “Sitting on a bed making out and with clothes still on.”
“Only teenagers do that?” Gunhee asks, playing with a few stands of Heechul's long hair.
“I only did when I was a teenager. Than in my twenties I was all about the fucking,” Heechul says with a smirk.
“You still do enough of that now,” Gunhee says, kissing Heechul again briefly, tongues sliding together, “This is nice too though.”
“I guess...sometimes,” Heechul concedes.
They kiss again and Heechul touches Gunhee's chest, over his clothes because Heechul doesn't do things by half even if those things are acting like stupid teenagers, and Gunhee runs his hands though Heechul's hair (he tugs slightly and it reminds Heechul of very adult feelings).
“I love you,” Gunhee whispers into Heechul's hair and suddenly Heechul feels like he's straddling the line between teen and twenty. He remembers being a teenager and having love confessed to him and not knowing what to say because he didn't know what the hell love felt like. He remembers being in his twenties and being painfully aware of what love felt like, but unable to speak it.
Or maybe it's not meant to be a mix of the two. Maybe it's just a thirty thing. Heechul never thought he'd have anything good to say about being in his thirties but here he is, thirty-one and looking at the best thing that's ever happened in his life.
Heechul huffs at his own thoughts and rests his forehead against Gunhee's. “I love you too.”
Extra
“The only way this could be more disgustingly teenage is if X Japan was blasting from a stereo somewhere,” Heechul complains.
“Huh, I actually never listened to them,” Gunhee says.
Heechul kicks him off the bed.
Pairing: Heechul/Gunhee
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I had a dream Heechul kissed Han Geng so I'm writing this for penance.
“What are we teenagers?” Heechul asks, but still tilts his head and hums as Gunhee bites gently at his neck.
“You make me feel like a teenager,” Gunhee says, kissing up Heechul's neck to the back of his ear making Heechul's breath hitch.
Heechul still manages to snort at how cheesy Gunhee is at least. Heechul tugs at Gunhee's shirt collar to move him away from his neck so he can kiss Gunhee on the lips.
“So fucking teenage,” Heechu murmurs, biting Gunhee's lip as he pulls back, “Sitting on a bed making out and with clothes still on.”
“Only teenagers do that?” Gunhee asks, playing with a few stands of Heechul's long hair.
“I only did when I was a teenager. Than in my twenties I was all about the fucking,” Heechul says with a smirk.
“You still do enough of that now,” Gunhee says, kissing Heechul again briefly, tongues sliding together, “This is nice too though.”
“I guess...sometimes,” Heechul concedes.
They kiss again and Heechul touches Gunhee's chest, over his clothes because Heechul doesn't do things by half even if those things are acting like stupid teenagers, and Gunhee runs his hands though Heechul's hair (he tugs slightly and it reminds Heechul of very adult feelings).
“I love you,” Gunhee whispers into Heechul's hair and suddenly Heechul feels like he's straddling the line between teen and twenty. He remembers being a teenager and having love confessed to him and not knowing what to say because he didn't know what the hell love felt like. He remembers being in his twenties and being painfully aware of what love felt like, but unable to speak it.
Or maybe it's not meant to be a mix of the two. Maybe it's just a thirty thing. Heechul never thought he'd have anything good to say about being in his thirties but here he is, thirty-one and looking at the best thing that's ever happened in his life.
Heechul huffs at his own thoughts and rests his forehead against Gunhee's. “I love you too.”
Extra
“The only way this could be more disgustingly teenage is if X Japan was blasting from a stereo somewhere,” Heechul complains.
“Huh, I actually never listened to them,” Gunhee says.
Heechul kicks him off the bed.