Anticipate - Heechul/Gunhee
Title: Anticipate
Pairing: Heechul/Gunhee
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Rimming
Summary: filth
A/N: inspired by this fucking...anyway you can actually pinpoint the part where i was just like fuck it
Kim Heechul was a little shit.
It started with Heechul sending Gunhee, all the way in Singapore at the time, a video clip from a show Heechul was on. Gunhee told Heechul before that he wasn't some dirty pervert that was into the schoolgirl look, not even on the thirty three year old man that he was dating let alone anyone else. But this is Heechul and he will tease everyone, everywhere, with anything he can. And well, schoolgirl outfit aside, those socks and that skirt riding way-too-high up (not to mention the camera angle) were...something. What kind of underwear was he even wearing Gunhee had to wonder and couldn't Heechul at least pretend to have a shred of decency on national television? Gunhee grumbled about these things as he made his way into the bathroom for a little alone time with his hand.
That was months ago though and even if Gunhee had forgotten (he hadn't) about Heechul's one of many schoolgirl stunts (though none before were quite as...scandalous), he would have been reminded when Heechul answered his door in a t-shirt and those very same accursed pink skirt and socks. Heechul quickly pulled Gunhee in a shut the door so no one happened upon Heechul in his little outfit.
Heechul opened his mouth, to say something corny or filthy no doubt, but whatever it was was cut off by Gunhee's mouth. He pushed Heechul against the wall next to his front door with a thud that caused the curious cats to scatter from the entryway and Heechul to keen into Gunhee's mouth.
“I hope no one saw you pilfer those,” Gunhee said, cupping Heechul's jaw.
“Come on, you know all about my skills in obtaining stuff for our sex life with the utmost discretion. Too bad though, I kinda like the idea of someone seeing me taking off with these. Wonder what they would start to imagine,” Heechul said, lifting to rub his thigh against Gunhee's hip.
Gunhee gripped the bottom of Heechul's thigh, holding his leg in place. “Your little stunt didn't leave much to the imagination this time.”
“It was unintentional,” Heechul assured, “But I won't complain. People have shitty imaginations anyway. I was being helpful.”
Gunhee leaned forward and kissed Heechul again. Heechul placed his hands on Gunhee's shoulder, digging his fingers into his t-shirt and skin a little more roughly than necessary.
Gunhee's hand traveled higher up Heechul's thigh until it paused when Gunhee realized there was only skin where there should be cloth.
“Really?” Gunhee pulled away to ask, but his only response was Heechul's smirking face.
Gunhee lightly smacked Heechul's ass and put his leg down. “Bedroom.”
“What's wrong with right here?” Heechul teased, moving his hands to tug on the bottom of Gunhee's shirt.
“This is not the optimal position for me to bury my head between your thighs which is what I'm planning on doing.”
Heechul bit his lip. “Now you're speaking my language.” Heechul grabbed Gunhee's hand and pulled him into the bedroom.
“Shirt off,” Heechul demanded, lying on his bed and scooting back until his head was against the headboard.
Gunhee did as he was told, since Heechul was a big fan of Gunhee's body. He took notice that Heechul was making no move to remove or otherwise alter his own close, but he couldn't really complain.
Gunhee tossed his shirt to the floor and crawled onto the bed with Heechul, kissing him and running a hand through his hair. God, it really needed to be redyed, but he did like the pink and Heechul probably would want to try a different color next. Heechul idly traced his finger along Gunhee's the tattoo, the pattern memorized long ago.
Gunhee pulled away and fit his hands under Heechul's knees, bending them back close to Heechul's chest. Gunhee moved down and Heechul sighed, burying a hand in Gunhee's hair.
Gunhee wrapped a hand around Heechul's cock, the other resting on his thigh. Heechul moaned when Gunhee finally moved his tongue over his asshole.
Gunhee pulled away after a few teasing licks. “Get the lube,” he asked, before returning to the task at hand, slipping his tongue briefly inside Heechul.
Heechul groaned, but Gunhee could feel him shift under his hands slightly as he reached for the bedside drawer.
Gunhee felt the tube against his hand, but he didn't take it. “Hang on to it,” he mumbled against Heechul's skin, “I have plans for you.”
Heechul hummed appreciatively at the thought.
Gunhee turned his head and kissed and bit the insides of Heechul's thighs, making Heechul lower his legs so they were resting against Gunhee's shoulders. He moved Heechul's legs when he sat up, taking the lube from next to Heechul. He squeezed some onto two of his fingers and threw the tube to the side.
He laid next to Heechul, kissing his neck as he pushed those two fingers inside him.
Heechul moaned again and reached for the front of Gunhee's jeans, clumsily undoing them with one hand. He reached a hand into Gunhee's boxers, stroking his cock.
Gunhee wrapped his own free hand around Heechul's cock, the position was awkward but it did the job.
Heechul came after a couple of strokes against his prostate by Gunhee's fingers, letting out a gasp and the hand on Gunhee's cock stuttering slightly.
Gunhee released Heechul resting a hand on his thigh where the skirt ended so he could feel the hem of the soft fabric rub against him from Heechul's shuddering thighs. The other hand went to Heechul's hair, tugging slightly as he gets closer to climax.
“Come,” Heechul gasped and it sounded close enough to begging that Gunhee came right there covering Heechul's hand and a little on his skirt.
They collapsed against each other panting.
“Some reunion sex after not seeing each other in months,” Gunhee said, dripping sarcasm.
Heechul batted his shoulder. “Quiet, we have all night,” he insisted, “I'll suck your cock later.”
Gunhee hummed and rubbed Heechul's thigh still in his grip. He looked down and smirked. “Um, looks like no more wearing skirts in public for a while.”
Heechul looked down and noticed the miraid of bruises covering his thighs. “Too bad,” he said with a smirk of his own.