Blue Sheets
Title: Blue Sheets
Rating: nc-17
Paring: Solo!Heechul
A finely shaped nail dragged along the underside of his cock, the pad of his index finger rimming the head making his breath catch in his throat.
He was alone, just the way he liked it sometimes, he could tease himself the way he wanted, and fuck himself the way he wanted, not needing to please or satisfy anyone but himself.
He trailed a finger up his navel stopping to rub the firm pink nub of nerve endings, feeding the fire within him, his other hand loving himself softly but firmly just the way he liked.
Bring himself to full hardness he wet his fingers with his mouth and let his fingers wander behind him, his digits massaging the ring of muscle in melodic circles making precum leak out of his straining cock.
With a slender finger he pushed at the puckered flesh, his eye widening with lust, lust for his own body, for his own perfect form which beckoned to him in every mirror he passed.
Inching deeper into himself his other hand shot to his mouth, two fingers sliding in and bit down upon them suppress a premature moan. He added another finger, back arching at the intrusion, discomfort mixing with the sheer pleasure of fucking oneself.
He crooked his fingers, searching for the bundle of nerves buried deep within him, a long, deep groan oozed from his lips when he found it. Slowly, he let his fingers slide out of him, and then with a well-angled thrust he pounded into himself, again and again, hitting the same spot sending waves of orgasmic bliss up his spine. Losing himself in ecstasy of the moment he released his fingers from his mouth and encircled him member, stroking erratically.
The dual stimulation nearly sent him over the edge, his knees bent, toes curling into the blue sheets moans and small noises of pleasure escaping his lips his eyes squeezed shut in dizzying concentration.
His hips left the bed and rolled into his fingers in a last frenzy of passionate delirium, his head jerked forward as he came, hard, jaw-clenched, head spinning, fingers buried deep within himself melting his insides. Ropes of come splattered onto his abdomen, noises or pure ecstasy escaping from between his teeth.
He shook violently, thighs quivering in spasmodic rapture. He fell back onto the bed, panting. He lay there for a few moments until his vision cleared and the convulsions stopped.
When he could feel his limbs again he lazily swirled a finger through the mess on his stomach, smirking to himself in utter satisfaction.
Rating: nc-17
Paring: Solo!Heechul
A finely shaped nail dragged along the underside of his cock, the pad of his index finger rimming the head making his breath catch in his throat.
He was alone, just the way he liked it sometimes, he could tease himself the way he wanted, and fuck himself the way he wanted, not needing to please or satisfy anyone but himself.
He trailed a finger up his navel stopping to rub the firm pink nub of nerve endings, feeding the fire within him, his other hand loving himself softly but firmly just the way he liked.
Bring himself to full hardness he wet his fingers with his mouth and let his fingers wander behind him, his digits massaging the ring of muscle in melodic circles making precum leak out of his straining cock.
With a slender finger he pushed at the puckered flesh, his eye widening with lust, lust for his own body, for his own perfect form which beckoned to him in every mirror he passed.
Inching deeper into himself his other hand shot to his mouth, two fingers sliding in and bit down upon them suppress a premature moan. He added another finger, back arching at the intrusion, discomfort mixing with the sheer pleasure of fucking oneself.
He crooked his fingers, searching for the bundle of nerves buried deep within him, a long, deep groan oozed from his lips when he found it. Slowly, he let his fingers slide out of him, and then with a well-angled thrust he pounded into himself, again and again, hitting the same spot sending waves of orgasmic bliss up his spine. Losing himself in ecstasy of the moment he released his fingers from his mouth and encircled him member, stroking erratically.
The dual stimulation nearly sent him over the edge, his knees bent, toes curling into the blue sheets moans and small noises of pleasure escaping his lips his eyes squeezed shut in dizzying concentration.
His hips left the bed and rolled into his fingers in a last frenzy of passionate delirium, his head jerked forward as he came, hard, jaw-clenched, head spinning, fingers buried deep within himself melting his insides. Ropes of come splattered onto his abdomen, noises or pure ecstasy escaping from between his teeth.
He shook violently, thighs quivering in spasmodic rapture. He fell back onto the bed, panting. He lay there for a few moments until his vision cleared and the convulsions stopped.
When he could feel his limbs again he lazily swirled a finger through the mess on his stomach, smirking to himself in utter satisfaction.