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Their Room
Title: Their Room
Pairing: Hanchul
Genre: smut, romance, fluff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: If it had been only about sex then Heechul would have done something a long time ago, but it was more than that, a lot more complicated than it seemed at first.
Notes: This is for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kpop_prompts challenge, prompt #1 number 19.
cross posted atbabyneorago
A/N: This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ticklemetika because it was her birthday a few days ago and I wasn't done. Happy Birthday Tika <3 So, the explanation to this fic: I was packing because I am leaving for home since we have spring break and I couldn't pack because I had to finish this since it just happened to open up right as I was about to pack away the laptop and so I did finish and I am posting it. Take this as my goodbye gift. I shall see you all when I get back from Spring Break in a week. Loves to you all and enjoy =)
If it had been just about the sex then Heechul would have done it already. He would have cornered Hankyung after dance practice or whatever else it was and had his way with him. There was nothing more perfect than that dance room, because that is where they would have started it all. The dance room, with its mirrors in front of them, with the door closed behind them, the table to the right. That room would have held all of Heechul’s moans, their passion. He would have pushed the Chinese man against the dance room mirrors. He would have pressed himself close, letting his breath ghost its way over Hankyung’s face, the side of his neck, his ear. He would have bitten down gently, almost massaging the lobe of Hankyung’s ear in between his teeth. He would have pushed, let his hands slide under Hankyung’s shirt which would have been wet with sweat, gross he would have said.
Gross, but then not really.
If it had just been about the sex, he would have pulled the shirt up and over Hankyung’s head, would have run his tongue over Hankyung’s chest. He would have made a show of running his tongue down, licking under the waistband of Hankyung’s sweat pants. He would have made a show of pulling down those pants and when he had Hankyung in front of him, he would have licked his lips, looked up at Hankyung and smirked.
And because he knew Hankyung, he knew there would be a moan, a low delicious moan that would have run all over his body like a caress. He would have taken in Hankyung slowly, letting his mouth wrap around him, letting his lips ease, stretch. He would have heard the gasp from above him and he would have looked up. He would have met Hankyung’s eyes, dark with desire, mouth hanging open as he looked down at Heechul.
If it had been just about the sex, Heechul would have taken it slow, would have barely moved his head, would have let his tongue trace patterns, would have moaned as Hankyung throbbed inside his mouth, warm, heavy and delicious. He would have bitten even, until Hankyung lost patience. Then he would have moaned around him, would have drawn a curse out of Hankyung’s mouth. Just that one word would have set him on edge, would have made him reach down to unbutton his jeans.
But, Hankyung wouldn’t have let him, would have pushed against him, would have yanked on his hair. Heechul would have liked it because it would be Hankyung in his mouth, Hankyung’s hands in his hair, his tongue working. It would have been him drawing those small sounds from Hankyung. It would have been him, moving his head faster and faster, picking up the pace, taking more and more in, breathing hard. It would have been Hankyung dropping curse after curse, Hankyung’s hair pulling at his head, Hankyung shuddering.
If it had been just about the sex, Heechul would have moaned, would have opened his mouth wider, would have swallowed. And because it would have been a show, he would have let it spill from the corner of his lips, white streaks running down his chin. He wouldn’t have stopped, would have kept sucking, listening to the low hisses from Hankyung¸ until Heechul had every last drop. Then, he would have stood up, mouth wet, a mouthful of warm bitterness in his tongue.
He would have taken Hankyung’s hand, placed it on his hip and leaned forward forcing his tongue into Hankyung’s mouth. He would have pushed the white liquid in his mouth, down Hankyung’s throat, his own tongue following, tracing, tasting.
It would have been about fighting, needing, wanting, more. Heechul would have pushed Hankyung out the door, into the nearest empty room, the one next door with the couch. He would have fallen on it, bringing Hankyung down with him. They would have been in that room, in that enclosed space, with the posters looking at them. It would have been like an audience, the desk behind them, peeking at them. Heechul would have made it good, would have made a show of arching his back because maybe the walls did have ears.
He would have run his hands through Hankyung’s hair as the other man ran his hands down Heechul’s side, fingers digging in so that Heechul let out little whimpers. He would have reached down, taken Hankyung in his hand and stroked him, long fluid strokes that would have had Hankyung shaking over him. And when he had Hankyung ready again, he would have reached over into the desk behind them, would have pulled open one of the drawers and pulled out that small tube. It would have been their room, their room because that room was what Heechul had prepared for them.
He would have handed the tube to Hankyung who would have known to open it, to spread the gel over his fingers and then Heechul would be arching his back, his moans lost to this room because it would have felt so good. He would have pushed down, his head thrown back as Hankyung added another finger, moving, stretching.
“Fuck, I need you.” Heechul would have said because if it were about the sex, then that’s what he would have needed to say. “I want you inside me. Moving. I want to feel you.”
Hankyung would have done it, would have lifted one of Heechul’s legs over his shoulder, would have leaned forward so that he was speaking into Heechul’s ear.
“I want to be inside you too, Heechul-ah. I want to see you with your head thrown back, your mouth open. I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Fuck. Yes.” Heechul would have hissed crashing his lips with Hankyung’s.
They would have fought, tongues tangling together and then Hankyung would be inside him. There would be no room in Heechul’s head, no room anywhere. He would feel like he was drowning, like he had no room to move, to breath, to want. It would have all been taken up by Hankyung. Hankyung moving against him, Hankyung filling him up to the very top so that there would have been no room anywhere. It would have been Hankyung in every cell of his body, in every pore. Heechul would have made it good.
He would have arched his back, would have dug his nails into Hankyung’s back. He would have leaned up as Hankyung buried his face in his shoulder. He would have panted, his face red and he would have been able to see it from the mirror on the extra dresser behind Hankyung. He would have seen the way his legs wrapped around Hankyung’s waist, the way his long hair stuck to his forehead. He would have seen his eyes, dark and his mouth open, his breathing harsh. He would have seen the expanse of Hankyung’s back, the muscles working over his shoulders, on the back of his thighs as he moved, in and out, in and out.
The mirror, his face, Hankyung. It would have been that, the image of them, entwined together that would have brought him screaming, painting Hankyung’s back red with his nails. He would have collapsed, Hankyung still moving, the small whimpers falling from his throat as Hankyung kept up his pace.
“Fuck Heechul. Fuck.”
And Heechul would have answered with his own incoherent cries of pleasure because anytime Hankyung moved his body would be on fire. Then Hankyung would come, his face buried in Heechul’s neck and it would be over.
They would get up and put their clothes back on. Hankyung would walk out first, his brain working at fifty miles an hour and Heechul would stay back putting away the things, fixing the pillows back in the couch, putting away the small tube, just in case. He would take one last look around the room, at the many dressers there in case one of the stylist noonas needed them. In the end, he would have walked out, turned his back on the room and closed the door.
He would have stopped by the other room, the dance room. There he would have looked at the mirrors, at the slight smudge from Hankyung’s dried sweat. He would have looked into that room and he would have smiled. Then he would have left and he wouldn’t have minded going to dance practice anymore because he had two new favorite rooms.
But, the problem was, it wasn’t just about the sex.
It had never been about the sex, never been about getting Hankyung into his room because it had never been his room. It had always been their room. At one time in his life, they had had two rooms, two rooms because that’s the way it worked. But, one day Hankyung had come over and his room had become their room.
Hankyung had always been like that, sneaking his way in everything. He had sneaked his way into Heechul’s life, had taken over it completely. His heart was just like that room and Hankyung had sneaked his way in.
There was one thing about that room though, that ensured its safety in Heechul’s heart. That room, their room, was where Hankyung and he finally understood each other, had finally learned to love. Of course, it started way before that, their story.
Actually, their story started back in Heechul’s room, not Hankyung’s. Back when they had two rooms.
***
“Heechul hyung?”
Heechul looked up and there was Kibum plopping down beside him and offering him food.
“What is it?” Heechul asked.
“Nothing.” Kibum shrugged. “I thought you might want something to eat before I left. Hankyung hyung is in your room, sleeping and once I leave you two will be all alone.”
There was no way to miss the suggestion in Kibum’s voice and Heechul frowned. “Get out.”
The smirk on Kibum’s face said that he knew Heechul would never really be angry at him. It didn’t help that he kind of liked the fact that it was just him and Hankyung either.
“I’ll see you later hyung.” Kibum said before disappearing.
Heechul didn’t know what was so different about that day. He had been alone with Hankyung before, maybe not alone, alone, but they’d still been alone. They were alone together when Hankyung was homesick and needed to feel comforting arms around him. They were alone when people came over and Heechul didn’t want to deal with them. It was normal to be alone, but not like this, not alone so that whatever happened next wouldn’t be heard by anyone. Never alone enough that Heechul could get on his knees and show Hankyung why he should want him. Never alone enough so that Heechul could end up on his back, looking up at his white ceiling as he chanted Hankyung’s name. Never alone enough that he could scream until his voice was raw.
Heechul knew, of course, that to get to that point, he actually had to tell Hankyung how he felt. He had to take the leap of faith and hope that when he jumped Hankyung would jump with him.
It might have been that they were alone for the first time since Heechul realized that he was in love with his best friend. It might have been that he was tired of waiting. It might have been that Kibum had given him some unknown courage. Or it might have just been because Heechul had nothing better to do that day.
Whatever the reason, he went to his room and opened the door. Hankyung was there, on his bed, lying face down with a pair of sweat pants and a wife beater. Hankyung’s face was away from Heechul, facing the wall and he could see the strands of light brown hair, dyed by one of their stylists, covering the pillow. One of Hankyung’s hands was hanging over the side of the bed.
His room was nothing special, the same four walls of any of the other rooms. He might have had one more mirror than the others, one more mass of clothes, but it was still nothing special. It was just a room with a bed, but when Hankyung was there…with Hankyung there everything seemed perfect.
It seemed natural that Hankyung be on his bed, that he should be walking over and sitting next to him. It was only natural that he run his hands through that brown hair and pick up that hand.
“Heechul?” Hankyung asked burying his face in Heechul’s pillow.
“Get up.” Heechul said. “We need to talk.”
“What is it Heechul-ah?” Hankyung asked in that same accented voice that sent shivers down Heechul’s spine.
“Nothing.” Heechul said tugging Hankyung up to a sitting position.
“But then—”
When anyone asked them later how it was that they actually ended up together, Heechul would scoff and say that Hankyung had jumped him while he was eating innocently in the living room. Hankyung would only shake his head and nod along because Hankyung loved Heechul and it was okay for Heechul to have his way sometimes. Sometimes, Hankyung would say that he was ambushed just as he was dreaming about nice beaches and vacations and Heechul would smirk and say that Hankyung should shut up because he liked it.
Whatever their story for how it was that they got together, it was indeed better than what actually happened.
Heechul grabbed the back of Hankyung’s head, his eyes locked on the other man’s. He took a deep breath, leaned forward and aimed for Hankyung’s lips. Heechul hadn’t been expecting too much of a reaction from Hankyung so he hadn’t held on to anything too tight. Their lips met, but the kiss was harder than Heechul expected and he toppled over, dragging Hankyung down with him.
They landed on the floor, Hankyung on top of him and Heechul took a moment to marvel at how he had actually ended up on the floor, looking at his ceiling, screaming his throat raw because Hankyung had landed on his hand. He was ready to rip Hankyung’s head off, but then Hankyung was there, taking his hand, lips brushing over it, gently.
Hankyung rolled off him and pulled Heechul into his arms. “I’m so sorry Heechul-ah. Sorry.”
Heechul rolled his eyes, but let Hankyung hold him close. They said nothing, but there really was nothing to say. They both knew why Heechul had walked into the room. They knew what they were going to do and they weren’t dumb enough to ignore it. There was no need to move, not then, so they laid there on the floor, arms around each other. They were still there when Kibum came back and found them, sleeping on the floor, the bed a complete mess.
He smirked at the pair on the floor and closed the door behind him as he walked out.
After that, it wasn’t Heechul’s room anymore, it was their room.
***
Heechul sometimes thought about what would have happened if he and Hankyung had lost it before they actually talked about how they felt. If they had lost it and it had been all about sex then Heechul would have never learned to love Hankyung and he would have never learned to be loved. If it had been all about the sex then he wouldn’t be curled up against Hankyung, their arms around each other, their hearts beating together. If it had been all about the sex, Heechul would have never have had Hankyung the way he had him now.
And Heechul was glad that it was never just about the sex.
A/N: HANCHUL FLUFF!!!!!!!!! \0/ YAY!!!!!!!!!
Pairing: Hanchul
Genre: smut, romance, fluff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: If it had been only about sex then Heechul would have done something a long time ago, but it was more than that, a lot more complicated than it seemed at first.
Notes: This is for the
kpop_prompts challenge, prompt #1 number 19. cross posted at
babyneorago A/N: This is for
ticklemetika because it was her birthday a few days ago and I wasn't done. Happy Birthday Tika <3 So, the explanation to this fic: I was packing because I am leaving for home since we have spring break and I couldn't pack because I had to finish this since it just happened to open up right as I was about to pack away the laptop and so I did finish and I am posting it. Take this as my goodbye gift. I shall see you all when I get back from Spring Break in a week. Loves to you all and enjoy =)If it had been just about the sex then Heechul would have done it already. He would have cornered Hankyung after dance practice or whatever else it was and had his way with him. There was nothing more perfect than that dance room, because that is where they would have started it all. The dance room, with its mirrors in front of them, with the door closed behind them, the table to the right. That room would have held all of Heechul’s moans, their passion. He would have pushed the Chinese man against the dance room mirrors. He would have pressed himself close, letting his breath ghost its way over Hankyung’s face, the side of his neck, his ear. He would have bitten down gently, almost massaging the lobe of Hankyung’s ear in between his teeth. He would have pushed, let his hands slide under Hankyung’s shirt which would have been wet with sweat, gross he would have said.
Gross, but then not really.
If it had just been about the sex, he would have pulled the shirt up and over Hankyung’s head, would have run his tongue over Hankyung’s chest. He would have made a show of running his tongue down, licking under the waistband of Hankyung’s sweat pants. He would have made a show of pulling down those pants and when he had Hankyung in front of him, he would have licked his lips, looked up at Hankyung and smirked.
And because he knew Hankyung, he knew there would be a moan, a low delicious moan that would have run all over his body like a caress. He would have taken in Hankyung slowly, letting his mouth wrap around him, letting his lips ease, stretch. He would have heard the gasp from above him and he would have looked up. He would have met Hankyung’s eyes, dark with desire, mouth hanging open as he looked down at Heechul.
If it had been just about the sex, Heechul would have taken it slow, would have barely moved his head, would have let his tongue trace patterns, would have moaned as Hankyung throbbed inside his mouth, warm, heavy and delicious. He would have bitten even, until Hankyung lost patience. Then he would have moaned around him, would have drawn a curse out of Hankyung’s mouth. Just that one word would have set him on edge, would have made him reach down to unbutton his jeans.
But, Hankyung wouldn’t have let him, would have pushed against him, would have yanked on his hair. Heechul would have liked it because it would be Hankyung in his mouth, Hankyung’s hands in his hair, his tongue working. It would have been him drawing those small sounds from Hankyung. It would have been him, moving his head faster and faster, picking up the pace, taking more and more in, breathing hard. It would have been Hankyung dropping curse after curse, Hankyung’s hair pulling at his head, Hankyung shuddering.
If it had been just about the sex, Heechul would have moaned, would have opened his mouth wider, would have swallowed. And because it would have been a show, he would have let it spill from the corner of his lips, white streaks running down his chin. He wouldn’t have stopped, would have kept sucking, listening to the low hisses from Hankyung¸ until Heechul had every last drop. Then, he would have stood up, mouth wet, a mouthful of warm bitterness in his tongue.
He would have taken Hankyung’s hand, placed it on his hip and leaned forward forcing his tongue into Hankyung’s mouth. He would have pushed the white liquid in his mouth, down Hankyung’s throat, his own tongue following, tracing, tasting.
It would have been about fighting, needing, wanting, more. Heechul would have pushed Hankyung out the door, into the nearest empty room, the one next door with the couch. He would have fallen on it, bringing Hankyung down with him. They would have been in that room, in that enclosed space, with the posters looking at them. It would have been like an audience, the desk behind them, peeking at them. Heechul would have made it good, would have made a show of arching his back because maybe the walls did have ears.
He would have run his hands through Hankyung’s hair as the other man ran his hands down Heechul’s side, fingers digging in so that Heechul let out little whimpers. He would have reached down, taken Hankyung in his hand and stroked him, long fluid strokes that would have had Hankyung shaking over him. And when he had Hankyung ready again, he would have reached over into the desk behind them, would have pulled open one of the drawers and pulled out that small tube. It would have been their room, their room because that room was what Heechul had prepared for them.
He would have handed the tube to Hankyung who would have known to open it, to spread the gel over his fingers and then Heechul would be arching his back, his moans lost to this room because it would have felt so good. He would have pushed down, his head thrown back as Hankyung added another finger, moving, stretching.
“Fuck, I need you.” Heechul would have said because if it were about the sex, then that’s what he would have needed to say. “I want you inside me. Moving. I want to feel you.”
Hankyung would have done it, would have lifted one of Heechul’s legs over his shoulder, would have leaned forward so that he was speaking into Heechul’s ear.
“I want to be inside you too, Heechul-ah. I want to see you with your head thrown back, your mouth open. I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Fuck. Yes.” Heechul would have hissed crashing his lips with Hankyung’s.
They would have fought, tongues tangling together and then Hankyung would be inside him. There would be no room in Heechul’s head, no room anywhere. He would feel like he was drowning, like he had no room to move, to breath, to want. It would have all been taken up by Hankyung. Hankyung moving against him, Hankyung filling him up to the very top so that there would have been no room anywhere. It would have been Hankyung in every cell of his body, in every pore. Heechul would have made it good.
He would have arched his back, would have dug his nails into Hankyung’s back. He would have leaned up as Hankyung buried his face in his shoulder. He would have panted, his face red and he would have been able to see it from the mirror on the extra dresser behind Hankyung. He would have seen the way his legs wrapped around Hankyung’s waist, the way his long hair stuck to his forehead. He would have seen his eyes, dark and his mouth open, his breathing harsh. He would have seen the expanse of Hankyung’s back, the muscles working over his shoulders, on the back of his thighs as he moved, in and out, in and out.
The mirror, his face, Hankyung. It would have been that, the image of them, entwined together that would have brought him screaming, painting Hankyung’s back red with his nails. He would have collapsed, Hankyung still moving, the small whimpers falling from his throat as Hankyung kept up his pace.
“Fuck Heechul. Fuck.”
And Heechul would have answered with his own incoherent cries of pleasure because anytime Hankyung moved his body would be on fire. Then Hankyung would come, his face buried in Heechul’s neck and it would be over.
They would get up and put their clothes back on. Hankyung would walk out first, his brain working at fifty miles an hour and Heechul would stay back putting away the things, fixing the pillows back in the couch, putting away the small tube, just in case. He would take one last look around the room, at the many dressers there in case one of the stylist noonas needed them. In the end, he would have walked out, turned his back on the room and closed the door.
He would have stopped by the other room, the dance room. There he would have looked at the mirrors, at the slight smudge from Hankyung’s dried sweat. He would have looked into that room and he would have smiled. Then he would have left and he wouldn’t have minded going to dance practice anymore because he had two new favorite rooms.
But, the problem was, it wasn’t just about the sex.
It had never been about the sex, never been about getting Hankyung into his room because it had never been his room. It had always been their room. At one time in his life, they had had two rooms, two rooms because that’s the way it worked. But, one day Hankyung had come over and his room had become their room.
Hankyung had always been like that, sneaking his way in everything. He had sneaked his way into Heechul’s life, had taken over it completely. His heart was just like that room and Hankyung had sneaked his way in.
There was one thing about that room though, that ensured its safety in Heechul’s heart. That room, their room, was where Hankyung and he finally understood each other, had finally learned to love. Of course, it started way before that, their story.
Actually, their story started back in Heechul’s room, not Hankyung’s. Back when they had two rooms.
***
“Heechul hyung?”
Heechul looked up and there was Kibum plopping down beside him and offering him food.
“What is it?” Heechul asked.
“Nothing.” Kibum shrugged. “I thought you might want something to eat before I left. Hankyung hyung is in your room, sleeping and once I leave you two will be all alone.”
There was no way to miss the suggestion in Kibum’s voice and Heechul frowned. “Get out.”
The smirk on Kibum’s face said that he knew Heechul would never really be angry at him. It didn’t help that he kind of liked the fact that it was just him and Hankyung either.
“I’ll see you later hyung.” Kibum said before disappearing.
Heechul didn’t know what was so different about that day. He had been alone with Hankyung before, maybe not alone, alone, but they’d still been alone. They were alone together when Hankyung was homesick and needed to feel comforting arms around him. They were alone when people came over and Heechul didn’t want to deal with them. It was normal to be alone, but not like this, not alone so that whatever happened next wouldn’t be heard by anyone. Never alone enough that Heechul could get on his knees and show Hankyung why he should want him. Never alone enough so that Heechul could end up on his back, looking up at his white ceiling as he chanted Hankyung’s name. Never alone enough that he could scream until his voice was raw.
Heechul knew, of course, that to get to that point, he actually had to tell Hankyung how he felt. He had to take the leap of faith and hope that when he jumped Hankyung would jump with him.
It might have been that they were alone for the first time since Heechul realized that he was in love with his best friend. It might have been that he was tired of waiting. It might have been that Kibum had given him some unknown courage. Or it might have just been because Heechul had nothing better to do that day.
Whatever the reason, he went to his room and opened the door. Hankyung was there, on his bed, lying face down with a pair of sweat pants and a wife beater. Hankyung’s face was away from Heechul, facing the wall and he could see the strands of light brown hair, dyed by one of their stylists, covering the pillow. One of Hankyung’s hands was hanging over the side of the bed.
His room was nothing special, the same four walls of any of the other rooms. He might have had one more mirror than the others, one more mass of clothes, but it was still nothing special. It was just a room with a bed, but when Hankyung was there…with Hankyung there everything seemed perfect.
It seemed natural that Hankyung be on his bed, that he should be walking over and sitting next to him. It was only natural that he run his hands through that brown hair and pick up that hand.
“Heechul?” Hankyung asked burying his face in Heechul’s pillow.
“Get up.” Heechul said. “We need to talk.”
“What is it Heechul-ah?” Hankyung asked in that same accented voice that sent shivers down Heechul’s spine.
“Nothing.” Heechul said tugging Hankyung up to a sitting position.
“But then—”
When anyone asked them later how it was that they actually ended up together, Heechul would scoff and say that Hankyung had jumped him while he was eating innocently in the living room. Hankyung would only shake his head and nod along because Hankyung loved Heechul and it was okay for Heechul to have his way sometimes. Sometimes, Hankyung would say that he was ambushed just as he was dreaming about nice beaches and vacations and Heechul would smirk and say that Hankyung should shut up because he liked it.
Whatever their story for how it was that they got together, it was indeed better than what actually happened.
Heechul grabbed the back of Hankyung’s head, his eyes locked on the other man’s. He took a deep breath, leaned forward and aimed for Hankyung’s lips. Heechul hadn’t been expecting too much of a reaction from Hankyung so he hadn’t held on to anything too tight. Their lips met, but the kiss was harder than Heechul expected and he toppled over, dragging Hankyung down with him.
They landed on the floor, Hankyung on top of him and Heechul took a moment to marvel at how he had actually ended up on the floor, looking at his ceiling, screaming his throat raw because Hankyung had landed on his hand. He was ready to rip Hankyung’s head off, but then Hankyung was there, taking his hand, lips brushing over it, gently.
Hankyung rolled off him and pulled Heechul into his arms. “I’m so sorry Heechul-ah. Sorry.”
Heechul rolled his eyes, but let Hankyung hold him close. They said nothing, but there really was nothing to say. They both knew why Heechul had walked into the room. They knew what they were going to do and they weren’t dumb enough to ignore it. There was no need to move, not then, so they laid there on the floor, arms around each other. They were still there when Kibum came back and found them, sleeping on the floor, the bed a complete mess.
He smirked at the pair on the floor and closed the door behind him as he walked out.
After that, it wasn’t Heechul’s room anymore, it was their room.
***
Heechul sometimes thought about what would have happened if he and Hankyung had lost it before they actually talked about how they felt. If they had lost it and it had been all about sex then Heechul would have never learned to love Hankyung and he would have never learned to be loved. If it had been all about the sex then he wouldn’t be curled up against Hankyung, their arms around each other, their hearts beating together. If it had been all about the sex, Heechul would have never have had Hankyung the way he had him now.
And Heechul was glad that it was never just about the sex.
A/N: HANCHUL FLUFF!!!!!!!!! \0/ YAY!!!!!!!!!
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I LOVE THE SEX, YES THE SEX WAS FRIGGIN' HOT! edbflihewlrkjerbfvjsalfje Hanchul sex makes me uber-excited!!
"Never alone enough that Heechul could get on his knees and show Hankyung why he should want him. Never alone enough so that Heechul could end up on his back, looking up at his white ceiling as he chanted Hankyung’s name. Never alone enough that he could scream until his voice was raw.
Heechul knew, of course, that to get to that point, he actually had to tell Hankyung how he felt. He had to take the leap of faith and hope that when he jumped Hankyung would jump with him."
OMG, I REALLY want to see Heechul's face when he thinks dirty about Geng like his orgasmic face. And awwwwwh, of course Geng would jump with you Heechul! He loovess you♥,
*sigh. WHEN YOU WRITE THEM LIKE THIS, IT MAKES ME WANT THEIR LOVE LIFE !!
I was like totally spazzing out when I saw this, especially when i saw the smut tag, and then I almost spilled my coke.. First, you make me almost late for class. Now, you probably made me look like a crazy person flapping my arms out uncontrollably.. BUT IT'S WORTH IT! I freakin LOVE thisssss♥
Oh, The things I do when I see a Hanchul fic... Seee what you do to me?! :O
You and your super awesome Hanchul writing skillzzz.
♥ Don't worry Ana, I LOVED it! *Added to my favorites/Memos* ♥ And I Thankk You for writing thisss! I love you!!!!!! Have fun over breakk~ I'll MISS YOUU.
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BUT hanchul fluff with smut is sooooo ftw :D
LIKES THIS<33333333333
Love<33333333*glomps*
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HANCHUL FLUFFFFFFFFFFF \0////// I WROTE FLUFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!
I am happy you do <3
Loves to you too <33333333333333333
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Yup =)
This is why they are hanchul <3
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They wouldn't be the Hanchul we all know if it was just about sex. ^^
Love it. ♥
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Thanks for reading <3
I'm glad you liked it \0/
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Enjoy it =)
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I get random inspiration and end up writing things that come out of nowhere, I am glad you liked this and thanks <3
XD Well I have something nive, unfortunately it's going to take a few days before I actually get to post it all since I need to fix some things at school first but thanks <3
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OMG THIS WAS SO HOT AND AND AND HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNCHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLL!!! WOOT! Lol at Kibummie! Omg in the pairings/characters thing under the title, ya shoulda put ninja!Kibum cuz like he was totally there! >.<
Oh gosh I love this and how hot and smexy and and and steamy and HANCHUL this was! X"3
*throws you a lot of GengInLeather* I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR MY ABSENCES! *waves hyperly like Hae bb*
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Hanchul is hanchul. There really is nothing more to say about them because they are who they are. And besides I needed to get the idea out some way. Like there is this other idea that is bothering me but then I let go of all the other things I am doing and get all behind. Sooooo, I guess I'll put that on hold for now. And yes, I had ninja!kibum. He was there!
*takes GengIn:Leather* I accept <3
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OMG THIS IS JUST JUST JUST JUST JUST JUST JUST.................. /dies of the lovey-dovey cuteness
I really like this fluffy/caring side of Heechul too. 'Cause he didn't lose his snark, just gained a little bit more sensitivity hehe.
Love it, ummaaaa hope you have an awesome trip~ :3
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OTL is it sad that I actually laughed because I thought it was funny?
lovely dovey cuteness \0///////////
*flops* where is the angst author??? Where have I disappeared to??????? DDDDDD: MUST WRITE ANGST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heechul could never lose his snark. It's like engraved in him forever and ever. He can't be Heechul without his snarky princess side. =)
Thank you and I guess you can say I am back and I did have fun!
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OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
HANCHUL HANCHUL HANCHUL HANCHUL HANCHUL
FUCK THEY ARE HFGBCVNDGHTIYHUGHB
NOW THEY BECAME MY OTP REALLY AND IT BECAUSE OF YOU <3333333
I WAS STARING AT EACH PARAGRAPH FOR LIKE 5 HOURS !!!!!!!! LOOK WHAT YOU MAKE ME TOO {PREVRET} HEHEHEH BUT I LOVE YOU FOR IT <3333333333333333333333
“Fuck, I need you.” Heechul would have said because if it were about the sex, then that’s what he would have needed to say. “I want you inside me. Moving. I want to feel you.”
Hankyung would have done it, would have lifted one of Heechul’s legs over his shoulder, would have leaned forward so that he was speaking into Heechul’s ear.
“I want to be inside you too, Heechul-ah. I want to see you with your head thrown back, your mouth open. I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Fuck. Yes.” Heechul would have hissed crashing his lips with Hankyung’s
I was drooling like crazy , that was HGFVCNBTYUYOIJDKMDBCSDRG
His room was nothing special, the same four walls of any of the other rooms. He might have had one more mirror than the others, one more mass of clothes, but it was still nothing special. It was just a room with a bed, but when Hankyung was there…with Hankyung there everything seemed perfect
HanChul <333333333333
everytime you write a smut you drive me craaaaaaaaaaaazy but I LOVE YOU FOR IT ♥♥♥
OH I FORGOT HAVE A NICE TRIP <33333
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SDJHGERHGUERHGIREHTREHUTIREHGKJRELHYUREGILREHYHUTEYUI SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! \0///////////////// I AM SO GLAD THAT YOU LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I LOVE THEM AND I LOVE SHARING THEM WITH THE WORLD AND JUST SDJHFSKJDFH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS HANCHUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
OTL i made you stare at everything for so long....*is secretly happy* i love you for still loving me even if I made you into a pervert O:
thank you and yes I shall keep writing more and then when you really are crazy you can just blame me and I will go visit you at the hospital and be nice to you <3
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Thank you, bb. *hugs*
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<33333 no problem at all <3
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lovely hanchul is loved!!!
ah... I always love the way you write their love and such.
smut is hot, as always! ^^
p.s: excuse my excessive use of love in here, but it's true!!!
anyway.
have a nice spring break.
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Thank you. I am glad you liked it and yes hanchul us just like this in my brain.
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♥♥♥
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I am glad you liked it! *hugs* <3
hey
It makes me miss Hankyung sooo much =(
but the smut was good and thank god it wasn't all about sex
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I am happy you liked it <3
aww *hugs* I stalk Geng all the time and that just makes me want to write hanchul all the more. =)
it will never be just about the sex. Ask heechul, he'll tell you ;)
And thanks so much for reading <3
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Anyway, late SPOT ON THAT!
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*/screams* SMEX, SMEX AND MORE SMEX! HANCHUL SMEXXXXXXXXXXX!!!
OMG, I'M SO GLAD I DID READ THIS! IT MADE ME ALL HYPER AND EXCITED!
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE FREQUENT USE OF WORD "FUCK" IN THIS!
SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS THIS HOT AND CUTE THING? FLUFF WITH SMUT IS DA BEST EVER!
AASLDFGSLDDGHAJFHAGJLGFADHAHGFAGFDSALJGHF
I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY! I JUST LOVE THIS! OMG, I LOVE YOU!
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take care Ana sweetie!
have a good rest & enjoy your spring break ^^
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I forgot to comment ><
well what can I say?
of course HanChl is one of the hottest thing you'd ever encounter in life but it isn't just about that
HanChul is the very defintion of LOVE so fluff would be forever relevant though they're not like any other pairing, they're unique & beautiful like that right?
you're the queen of HanChul Ana
8D
thanks for sharing sweetie & I hope you enjoyed your days off
be back soon ^^
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This is so hot and beautiful and awwwww fluff! Happy Hanchul, I love happy Hanchul.
It'll never be just about the sex, even though they're both sex fiends - but the ending was just so sweet. I love the thought of them snuggling together after sex or just snuggling together anyway because they're Hanchul and they're meant to snuggle ;3
I loved this, so so much <3
And for some reason I have the strangest urge to write Sihan smut, based on those weird SJM promo pics with Geng in tights... :/
... how strange.
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I love happy hanchul too!!!!!! there should be more happy hanchul in the world!!!!! they are both sex fiends and they should continue that but of course it's not only about that. They're hanchul and they should be happy <3
Snuggly hanchul is the best <333333
I am happy you liked it!!!
jsdhbfjgkruuyhteilghire OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG NOT STRANGE AT ALLLLLLLLLL JDSHFLKJAHSJSFLKJR I HAVE SEEN THOSE WEIRD PROMO PICS AND SDJHFJDAS JUST GENG SITTING ON THAT COUCH WITH SIWON...IT SCREAMS "WE JUST HAD GOOD SEX AND WHAT" Also that is where I go the idea for a mafia au *nods* DO IT!!!
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Hyuu~ So much happy-inducing goodness. IT"S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE! >.< Starting with the smut now. As lovely and steamy as always, and I really really adored the repetition of 'If it had been just about the sex'. So the walls have ears, huh? How about the walls have convenient eye holes behind the posters so that fangirls can peek in and nosebleed over the hotness? *grins*
But OH. THE FLUFF. Uwah, so sweet <3 Yup yup, couldn't agree more. It's about time that they shared the room :) And that part where they're lying on the floor together was just plain LOVE. Gah, quiet moments like that are so darn precious amid all the Hanchul angst out there. Wonderful, so wonderful...
Loved this! ^.^
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*throws a fluff party* \0/ fluffy hanchul is good for the soul and for the fan girl heart. I must write more fluff!!!!!!!! walls are almost as sneaky as fan girls. They hear everything but unlike fan girls walls pretty much never share =\ this is sad because the thing those walls in the suju dorm could tell us. Oh you can bet there will be eye holes for fan girls. *nods*
no more hanchul angst ;_; it makes me sad. That's why I'm all stuck on the hancul fluff D: this can be bad because if I am writing fluff for hanchul i am going to start being mean to the other pairings DDDD: we don't need sad sj pairings but then there is this really nice angsty fic in my head right now and just sdjfhasjfa
Okay so anyway...i am happy you liked this and have fun on your break <3
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I shall write them until my fingers fall off =\ and there need to be more people who write them!
*hugs you*
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another great job. <3
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I am glad you think so. =)
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OMG that paragraph was just so freaking hilarious XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD
Love that line MOST. HEENIM (and Hannie) SARANGHAE!!!!
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lol awww look at the tiny and Hannie XD it makes me think of baby hannie back in their U days. I always wanted to like squish Han Geng because he was so freaking adorable with his lost look and hair and just sdjhflkasjdhkfas
Okay so that was enough of that. yes lots of love to the hanchul <333
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MAMA ACTUALLY LIKED HANCHUL SMUT+FLUFF
(what happened: doing Hanchul RP for a few days?)
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MAMA SHOULD LIKE HANCHUL SO THAT I CAN GO OFF AND WRITE MORE (not to mention the amount of shihan that hanchul makes me want to write)
I approve of this hanchul rp
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[I'm fairly new to the love for SuJu, so I apologise if I was not meant to comment here].
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no no no no do not apologize. Comments are always welcomed and so are new suju lovers. Hello there =) I am Ana nice to see someone new in the suju fandom.
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