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Title: "Cooped up feelings”
Pairing: Heechul x Zhou Mi
Rating: R [PWP SMUT]
Word Count: 1823
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own these guys~ agirlcandreamthough
Summary: Heechul and Zhou Mi finally act on their cooped up feelings for each other.
Heechul had no idea how they got in this situation...his back against a soft matress - not quite sure when they'd gone from backstage to a hotel either...Soft lips pressing against his own, hands roaming underneath his shirt with a passion that had clearly been pent up for far too long. Limbs tangled as a roll of hips caused soft moans to escape both male's. Heechul broke the kiss for air, staring up at the male above him. A smile met his own as he reached up to brush hair from the Chinese male's face.
"How long have you been waiting for this then?" Zhou mi blushed softly, looking off to one side as he kept himself balanced above Heechul, his arms keeping him propped up.
"A long time...trust me." He replied in his usual accented Korean. Heechul chuckled and pulled Zhou mi down for another kiss.
Neither of them had intended on this happening...hell they didn't even know both had the same thoughts in their heads about the other. It started when Heechul had jumped on Zhou mi's back near the end of Super Show and demanded to be carried around the stage. His fingers gripped Zhou mi's arms, feeling the way his body moved with every step, muscles shifting under his shirt and sending a shiver down Heechul's spine. He'd had to jump down and rush backstage as soon as he could, trying to avoid Zhou mi in the knowledge that it would only make him even more aroused.
Yet here they are, bodies pressed tightly together, hips rocking against each other and thier lips meeting in a heated kiss sending shivers along both bodies. Zhou mi slowly pulled away to pull Heechul's t-shirt off, his hands running over the older male's chest. Heechul arched against the touch, chuckling softly as he watched Zhou mi's expression - the Chinese male drinking in every detail of the topless man underneath him. Heechul bucked his hips, causing their arousals to rub together and bringing Zhou mi back to reality. He leaned down, placing soft butterfly kisses along Heechul's chest and down his stomach, his hands trembling as he started unfastening Heechul's belt. In all honesty, he'd wanted this since the day he'd walked into the dorms to see Heechul walking around in a bathroom that slipped open to show the barest bit of pale chest. He never imagined Heechul's kisses to be so addictive though. He whined softly as Heechul started to tease him through his jeans, fingers curling around the obvious bulge there.
Zhou mi's eyes closed at the gentle pressure Heechul was giving to his crotch, moaning softly and pressing his hips against the male's hand. Heechul hummed softly as he trailed kisses along Zhou mi's neck and jaw. Before he realised it, Heechul had flipped their positions and was now straddling Zhou mi's hips, one hand still working on teasing Zhou mi through his clothes while the other was slowly tugging his shirt open. Zhou mi whined a little before Heechul just gave in and ripped the others shirt off, his slender fingers dancing over the toned chest. He didn't waste anytime in shifting and removing Zhou mi's jeans as well - leaving the other male in just his underwear. Heechul's eyes looked over Zhou mi's body as his hands danced over those oh-so perfect thighs. He lowered his head, grazing his lips along the hardness conceiled by Zhou mi's underwear, one hand moving to slowly pull them down. Zhou mi lifted his hips in frustration as Heechul finally pushed a hand inside the material, fingers stroking along the heated skin and causing Zhou mi to moan again. Heechul blinked a little, tugging Zhou mi's boxers down and staring at the sight before him.
"You're bigger than I thought..." He mused out loud, dipping his head to lightly kiss the tip before swirling his tongue around the tip, tasing the pre-cum that was leaking. Zhou mi shuddered and moaned again, wanting more and more. Heechul knew damn well how to turn Zhou mi on and keep teasing him - it wouldn't have suprised Zhou mi if Heechul wanted him to beg for it. But before the thought could properly formulate in Zhou mi's head, a hot, wetness swallowed his cock making him cry out and lift his hips. He lifted his head to look at Heechul, the way the other was using those pretty lips to elicite more moans from Zhou mi. The latter dropped against the bed, curling his fingers into Heechul's hair as the older bobbed his head a little, his tongue tracing invisable patterns over Zhou mi's skin. Zhou mi could feel himself getting closer to that sweet release when Heechul was gone, sat up and smirking at the whimpering Chinese male. He traced his fingertips along Zhou mi's thighs before he delved into his back pocket. He didn't always carry around a tube of lubricant but - you can never be too sure when you'd need it. Heechul hummed softly as he smeared the liquid onto his fingers, making sure they were fully coated before lowering his hand. His eyes locked onto Zhou mi's.
"Have you done this before?" He asked softly, one finger gently teasing the male's entrance. Zhou mi nodded.
"O-once..." Heechul smiled a little and nodded, slowly pushing his finger inside - causing Zhou mi to groan low and shift his hips a little. Heechul lowered his head to take the others length back into his mouth, lightly sucking and licking the skin as he trust his finger in, adding a second and soon a third, keeping Zhou mi in his mouth to distract him from the pain.
Zhou mi didn't really mind the pain though, mixed with the great pleasure from Heechul's talented tongue - it all just blurred into one and he moaned louder. His eyes squeezed shut, just incase any tears dare try to escape his eyes. He didn't want Heechul to see him crying, he'd hate himself if that happened. He moaned loudly as Heechul's fingertips finally found Zhou mi's prostate and his hips snapped up, Heechul almost chocking on the others cock before he pulled back, his dark eyes fixed on Zhou mi's, admiring how sexy the male looked with sweat making his hair cling to his forehead.
"H-heechul....please...I w-want you." Zhou mi managed, despite struggling greatly to keep translating into Korean. Heechul nodded and slid his fingers out, making quick work of removing the last of his clothes, moaning softly at finally being free from the restricting material. He smeared some more lubricant over himself, moaning softly - tempted to keep stroking, see how long it would take before Zhou mi was begging him again. But lust over took his devious plan and he placed his hands on Zhou mi's hips, pulling the male closer before he slowly pushed in - groaning at how tight and hot Zhou mi was around him.
Heechul stared at Zhou mi, feeling the others nails digging into his shoulders as he kept himself as still as he could. He saw tears roll over Zhou mi's cheeks, a pang of guilt in his heart at the sight. He lowered his head, gently kissing the tears away before he felt Zhou mi take a deep breath and gingerly roll his hips - just testing how it felt. He bit his lower lip and opened his eyes to look up at Heechul, panting heavily as he craned his head up to capture Heechul's lips with his own.
"Move..." He whispered against the others mouth, not sure if it was in Chinese or Korean but Heechul understood anyway and started to thrust his hips. Slowly at first, both moaning at the feeling before Zhou mi wrapped those beautiful long legs around Heechul's waist and urged the other to go fasted. Heechul complied almost straight away, thrusting fasted into Zhou mi, moaning as Zhou mi kissed his neck or rolled his hips against Heechul's thrusts. It felt amazing, Heechul had often imagined what it would be like to have Zhou mi like this - but he never knew it would be this good. He moaned and closed his eyes as he thrust again, feeling Zhou mi push a hand between their bodies to stroke himself. Heechul nipped Zhou mi's neck as a warning and pushed the males hand away, stroking Zhou mi himself, his thumb teasing the tip as his wrist flicked, drawing out long breathy moans from Zhou mi.
It was like music to Heechul's ears, he could gladly stay like this forever, never leave the hotel room and just have sex with Zhou mi at every chance they had. He heard Zhou mi whimpering and babbling in Chinese, his fingers gripping Heechul's shoulders tightly and the older knew what it meant. Zhou mi was close. He rocked his hips faster, increasing the speed and preasure he was pumping Zhou mi with at the same time. A few more strokes at Zhou mi cried out Heechul's name, his back arching gracefully as he came, the sticky substance spilling over Heechul's hand and Zhou mi's own stomach. Heechul moaned loudly as he felt Zhou mi tensing tightly around him, bringing Heechul over the edge. He thrust in hard against Zhou mi as he released inside the other, panting heavily as stars sparked behind his eyelids. He dropped down ontop of Zhou mi, panting and slowly pulling out - causing Zhou mi to groan a little. Heechul rolled onto his back on the matress beside Zhou mi, his eyes closed as he waited for his heartbeat to slow down.
Zhou mi made the first move, rolling onto his side to press his lips against Heechul's jaw, the other turning his head to blindly seek out Zhou mi's lips. They kissed softly for a while, Zhou mi stroking a hand through Heechul's hair while Heechul placed a hand on the male's hips and pulled their bodies close together. Heechul pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against Zhou mi's with his eyes closed. He could feel Zhou mi's breath tickling his face and the others hand dancing over his bare side but he didn't care. He tangled his legs with Zhou mi's.
"We should do this more often." He mumbled, opening his eyes to see Zhou mi blushing brightly.
"Maybe...." He replied, pressing another soft kiss to Heechul's lips. "Maybe we should..."
"Sleep?" Heechul cut in, not sure what Zhou mi was trying to say but - he wasn't sure dating would be a good idea. Zhou mi sighed softly and nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around Heechul and hugging the thin male close - Heechul tucking his head under Zhou mi's chin and kissing his neck before relaxing. Zhou mi sighed softly, a smile tugging over his lips as he closed his eyes. Well, he hadn't quite confessed to Heechul as he originally planned...but it was definately better than nothing.
Pairing: Heechul x Zhou Mi
Rating: R [PWP SMUT]
Word Count: 1823
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own these guys~ agirlcandreamthough
Summary: Heechul and Zhou Mi finally act on their cooped up feelings for each other.
Heechul had no idea how they got in this situation...his back against a soft matress - not quite sure when they'd gone from backstage to a hotel either...Soft lips pressing against his own, hands roaming underneath his shirt with a passion that had clearly been pent up for far too long. Limbs tangled as a roll of hips caused soft moans to escape both male's. Heechul broke the kiss for air, staring up at the male above him. A smile met his own as he reached up to brush hair from the Chinese male's face.
"How long have you been waiting for this then?" Zhou mi blushed softly, looking off to one side as he kept himself balanced above Heechul, his arms keeping him propped up.
"A long time...trust me." He replied in his usual accented Korean. Heechul chuckled and pulled Zhou mi down for another kiss.
Neither of them had intended on this happening...hell they didn't even know both had the same thoughts in their heads about the other. It started when Heechul had jumped on Zhou mi's back near the end of Super Show and demanded to be carried around the stage. His fingers gripped Zhou mi's arms, feeling the way his body moved with every step, muscles shifting under his shirt and sending a shiver down Heechul's spine. He'd had to jump down and rush backstage as soon as he could, trying to avoid Zhou mi in the knowledge that it would only make him even more aroused.
Yet here they are, bodies pressed tightly together, hips rocking against each other and thier lips meeting in a heated kiss sending shivers along both bodies. Zhou mi slowly pulled away to pull Heechul's t-shirt off, his hands running over the older male's chest. Heechul arched against the touch, chuckling softly as he watched Zhou mi's expression - the Chinese male drinking in every detail of the topless man underneath him. Heechul bucked his hips, causing their arousals to rub together and bringing Zhou mi back to reality. He leaned down, placing soft butterfly kisses along Heechul's chest and down his stomach, his hands trembling as he started unfastening Heechul's belt. In all honesty, he'd wanted this since the day he'd walked into the dorms to see Heechul walking around in a bathroom that slipped open to show the barest bit of pale chest. He never imagined Heechul's kisses to be so addictive though. He whined softly as Heechul started to tease him through his jeans, fingers curling around the obvious bulge there.
Zhou mi's eyes closed at the gentle pressure Heechul was giving to his crotch, moaning softly and pressing his hips against the male's hand. Heechul hummed softly as he trailed kisses along Zhou mi's neck and jaw. Before he realised it, Heechul had flipped their positions and was now straddling Zhou mi's hips, one hand still working on teasing Zhou mi through his clothes while the other was slowly tugging his shirt open. Zhou mi whined a little before Heechul just gave in and ripped the others shirt off, his slender fingers dancing over the toned chest. He didn't waste anytime in shifting and removing Zhou mi's jeans as well - leaving the other male in just his underwear. Heechul's eyes looked over Zhou mi's body as his hands danced over those oh-so perfect thighs. He lowered his head, grazing his lips along the hardness conceiled by Zhou mi's underwear, one hand moving to slowly pull them down. Zhou mi lifted his hips in frustration as Heechul finally pushed a hand inside the material, fingers stroking along the heated skin and causing Zhou mi to moan again. Heechul blinked a little, tugging Zhou mi's boxers down and staring at the sight before him.
"You're bigger than I thought..." He mused out loud, dipping his head to lightly kiss the tip before swirling his tongue around the tip, tasing the pre-cum that was leaking. Zhou mi shuddered and moaned again, wanting more and more. Heechul knew damn well how to turn Zhou mi on and keep teasing him - it wouldn't have suprised Zhou mi if Heechul wanted him to beg for it. But before the thought could properly formulate in Zhou mi's head, a hot, wetness swallowed his cock making him cry out and lift his hips. He lifted his head to look at Heechul, the way the other was using those pretty lips to elicite more moans from Zhou mi. The latter dropped against the bed, curling his fingers into Heechul's hair as the older bobbed his head a little, his tongue tracing invisable patterns over Zhou mi's skin. Zhou mi could feel himself getting closer to that sweet release when Heechul was gone, sat up and smirking at the whimpering Chinese male. He traced his fingertips along Zhou mi's thighs before he delved into his back pocket. He didn't always carry around a tube of lubricant but - you can never be too sure when you'd need it. Heechul hummed softly as he smeared the liquid onto his fingers, making sure they were fully coated before lowering his hand. His eyes locked onto Zhou mi's.
"Have you done this before?" He asked softly, one finger gently teasing the male's entrance. Zhou mi nodded.
"O-once..." Heechul smiled a little and nodded, slowly pushing his finger inside - causing Zhou mi to groan low and shift his hips a little. Heechul lowered his head to take the others length back into his mouth, lightly sucking and licking the skin as he trust his finger in, adding a second and soon a third, keeping Zhou mi in his mouth to distract him from the pain.
Zhou mi didn't really mind the pain though, mixed with the great pleasure from Heechul's talented tongue - it all just blurred into one and he moaned louder. His eyes squeezed shut, just incase any tears dare try to escape his eyes. He didn't want Heechul to see him crying, he'd hate himself if that happened. He moaned loudly as Heechul's fingertips finally found Zhou mi's prostate and his hips snapped up, Heechul almost chocking on the others cock before he pulled back, his dark eyes fixed on Zhou mi's, admiring how sexy the male looked with sweat making his hair cling to his forehead.
"H-heechul....please...I w-want you." Zhou mi managed, despite struggling greatly to keep translating into Korean. Heechul nodded and slid his fingers out, making quick work of removing the last of his clothes, moaning softly at finally being free from the restricting material. He smeared some more lubricant over himself, moaning softly - tempted to keep stroking, see how long it would take before Zhou mi was begging him again. But lust over took his devious plan and he placed his hands on Zhou mi's hips, pulling the male closer before he slowly pushed in - groaning at how tight and hot Zhou mi was around him.
Heechul stared at Zhou mi, feeling the others nails digging into his shoulders as he kept himself as still as he could. He saw tears roll over Zhou mi's cheeks, a pang of guilt in his heart at the sight. He lowered his head, gently kissing the tears away before he felt Zhou mi take a deep breath and gingerly roll his hips - just testing how it felt. He bit his lower lip and opened his eyes to look up at Heechul, panting heavily as he craned his head up to capture Heechul's lips with his own.
"Move..." He whispered against the others mouth, not sure if it was in Chinese or Korean but Heechul understood anyway and started to thrust his hips. Slowly at first, both moaning at the feeling before Zhou mi wrapped those beautiful long legs around Heechul's waist and urged the other to go fasted. Heechul complied almost straight away, thrusting fasted into Zhou mi, moaning as Zhou mi kissed his neck or rolled his hips against Heechul's thrusts. It felt amazing, Heechul had often imagined what it would be like to have Zhou mi like this - but he never knew it would be this good. He moaned and closed his eyes as he thrust again, feeling Zhou mi push a hand between their bodies to stroke himself. Heechul nipped Zhou mi's neck as a warning and pushed the males hand away, stroking Zhou mi himself, his thumb teasing the tip as his wrist flicked, drawing out long breathy moans from Zhou mi.
It was like music to Heechul's ears, he could gladly stay like this forever, never leave the hotel room and just have sex with Zhou mi at every chance they had. He heard Zhou mi whimpering and babbling in Chinese, his fingers gripping Heechul's shoulders tightly and the older knew what it meant. Zhou mi was close. He rocked his hips faster, increasing the speed and preasure he was pumping Zhou mi with at the same time. A few more strokes at Zhou mi cried out Heechul's name, his back arching gracefully as he came, the sticky substance spilling over Heechul's hand and Zhou mi's own stomach. Heechul moaned loudly as he felt Zhou mi tensing tightly around him, bringing Heechul over the edge. He thrust in hard against Zhou mi as he released inside the other, panting heavily as stars sparked behind his eyelids. He dropped down ontop of Zhou mi, panting and slowly pulling out - causing Zhou mi to groan a little. Heechul rolled onto his back on the matress beside Zhou mi, his eyes closed as he waited for his heartbeat to slow down.
Zhou mi made the first move, rolling onto his side to press his lips against Heechul's jaw, the other turning his head to blindly seek out Zhou mi's lips. They kissed softly for a while, Zhou mi stroking a hand through Heechul's hair while Heechul placed a hand on the male's hips and pulled their bodies close together. Heechul pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against Zhou mi's with his eyes closed. He could feel Zhou mi's breath tickling his face and the others hand dancing over his bare side but he didn't care. He tangled his legs with Zhou mi's.
"We should do this more often." He mumbled, opening his eyes to see Zhou mi blushing brightly.
"Maybe...." He replied, pressing another soft kiss to Heechul's lips. "Maybe we should..."
"Sleep?" Heechul cut in, not sure what Zhou mi was trying to say but - he wasn't sure dating would be a good idea. Zhou mi sighed softly and nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around Heechul and hugging the thin male close - Heechul tucking his head under Zhou mi's chin and kissing his neck before relaxing. Zhou mi sighed softly, a smile tugging over his lips as he closed his eyes. Well, he hadn't quite confessed to Heechul as he originally planned...but it was definately better than nothing.