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[fic] Henry/Kyuhyun – SJM – Off (My Mind) – Oneshot
Title: Off (My Mind)
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fonulyn
Rating: R?might be NC17 but I think it’s too tame for that
Pairing: Henry/Kyuhyun
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun always knew he had a thing for languages. He just never knew how badly.
Comments: this is forplastictear, in exchange for the million fics I’m constantly begging for ♥ I never really wrote Henry but plastictear wanted this and when he says jump I ask how high. now write me the half a dozen fics I asked for, okay? ilu, bb
Kyuhyun has always known he has a thing for languages, for voices, for how the words spoken in anything but Korean make a small chill run down his spine. He just never knew it could get this bad. Already recording in Chinese turns out to be a strain for his self control, pushing him on the edge all the time for those endless hours they spend in the studio.
And he never thought it would be English of all languages that would finally crack his defences.
Still, all it takes is a few lines hummed in a low voice, the words resonating in the air and trickling down his skin like summer rain. You got me goin crazy, crazy, crazy, yea and Kyuhyun thinks fuck, he is the one who is going crazy, right here and now. He leans heavily against the wall behind him as nimble fingers work their way past the hastily opened zipper of his jeans, under the waistband of his boxers and straight to where he needs it the most.
A flick of a thumb and Kyuhyun is already begging for it, moving his hips forward in an attempt to gain more of the touch. He shivers at the Chinese lines that follow, closes his eyes and tries to swallow hard to maintain at least some kind of a resemblance of self-control. A simple oh Baby baby baby has never sounded so enticing before. Then again he never had someone breathe it hotly against his ear before, either, especially in that faint Canadian accent. Fuck, Kyuhyun curses inwardly, was it always that hot?
Easily he is teased fully erect and there is no other thought on his mind but the touches, the words, the light kisses on his skin. Henry is marking a spot under his ear, right below his hairline, and under any other circumstances he would be worried it leaves a mark but now… now a husky so take my hand and baby don't let go takes his mind off everything else and he moans deep in his throat.
Those full lips move from his neck, over his jaw and to his own, and the next thing he knows is a hot tongue teasing the next words of the song right into his mouth. He swallows the slow flow of Mandarin, relishes the way he can practically feel the vibrations of every syllable on his tongue. It’s so, so hard to resist and the next second Kyuhyun has greedily mashed their mouths together, their moans mixing until no one knows whose throat the sounds originated from.
Henry breaks the kiss a moment later, breathes hotly against Kyuhyun and does something oh so good with his fingers that sends Kyuhyun’s conscious mind flying. He is gasping, writhing against the wall and Henry relentlessly presses against him, practically immobilizing him.
Helpless, Kyuhyun practically only breathes a throaty please, god, please into the younger man’s mouth. He gains a slow hum of song lyrics in turn and inwardly he wonders if the song ever ends, hoping and fearing he might be right. Every note, every sound makes him shiver and instinctively he grasps Henry’s shoulders for support, the wall behind his back suddenly completely inadequate.
They are kissing again and it doesn’t take long for Kyuhyun to become undone, his whole being shuddering with the force of his orgasm. His outcry is drowned out by soft lips on his own; their teeth nearly clash; a possessive arm slides around his waist to pull him close.
Exhausted, Kyuhyun slumps against the other man’s body, distantly wondering when exactly Henry grew up and developed those hot as hell muscles. He is more than grateful for those right now, though, when he is held upright way too easily. Held so close to the Canadian’s warm body that it’s impossible to miss how much the shared moment affected him too.
He can practically feel Henry’s smirk against his ear when he sings again, the last lines sliding easily off his tongue. I can't get my mind off ya, off ya, off my mind.
Kyuhyun knows the night has barely just begun.
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pitiful 690 words :(
I had no intention in getting mixed up with this pairing XD but in the end it came kind of easilyno pun intended Needy!Kyubb and confident!Herny were quite irresistible 8D
Also, first time writing a suju fic without qmi in it! *runs around in circles* I had to add a henry/kyubb tag too!
Feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Author:
fonulynRating: R?
Pairing: Henry/Kyuhyun
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun always knew he had a thing for languages. He just never knew how badly.
Comments: this is for
plastictear, in exchange for the million fics I’m constantly begging for ♥ I never really wrote Henry but plastictear wanted this and when he says jump I ask how high. Kyuhyun has always known he has a thing for languages, for voices, for how the words spoken in anything but Korean make a small chill run down his spine. He just never knew it could get this bad. Already recording in Chinese turns out to be a strain for his self control, pushing him on the edge all the time for those endless hours they spend in the studio.
And he never thought it would be English of all languages that would finally crack his defences.
Still, all it takes is a few lines hummed in a low voice, the words resonating in the air and trickling down his skin like summer rain. You got me goin crazy, crazy, crazy, yea and Kyuhyun thinks fuck, he is the one who is going crazy, right here and now. He leans heavily against the wall behind him as nimble fingers work their way past the hastily opened zipper of his jeans, under the waistband of his boxers and straight to where he needs it the most.
A flick of a thumb and Kyuhyun is already begging for it, moving his hips forward in an attempt to gain more of the touch. He shivers at the Chinese lines that follow, closes his eyes and tries to swallow hard to maintain at least some kind of a resemblance of self-control. A simple oh Baby baby baby has never sounded so enticing before. Then again he never had someone breathe it hotly against his ear before, either, especially in that faint Canadian accent. Fuck, Kyuhyun curses inwardly, was it always that hot?
Easily he is teased fully erect and there is no other thought on his mind but the touches, the words, the light kisses on his skin. Henry is marking a spot under his ear, right below his hairline, and under any other circumstances he would be worried it leaves a mark but now… now a husky so take my hand and baby don't let go takes his mind off everything else and he moans deep in his throat.
Those full lips move from his neck, over his jaw and to his own, and the next thing he knows is a hot tongue teasing the next words of the song right into his mouth. He swallows the slow flow of Mandarin, relishes the way he can practically feel the vibrations of every syllable on his tongue. It’s so, so hard to resist and the next second Kyuhyun has greedily mashed their mouths together, their moans mixing until no one knows whose throat the sounds originated from.
Henry breaks the kiss a moment later, breathes hotly against Kyuhyun and does something oh so good with his fingers that sends Kyuhyun’s conscious mind flying. He is gasping, writhing against the wall and Henry relentlessly presses against him, practically immobilizing him.
Helpless, Kyuhyun practically only breathes a throaty please, god, please into the younger man’s mouth. He gains a slow hum of song lyrics in turn and inwardly he wonders if the song ever ends, hoping and fearing he might be right. Every note, every sound makes him shiver and instinctively he grasps Henry’s shoulders for support, the wall behind his back suddenly completely inadequate.
They are kissing again and it doesn’t take long for Kyuhyun to become undone, his whole being shuddering with the force of his orgasm. His outcry is drowned out by soft lips on his own; their teeth nearly clash; a possessive arm slides around his waist to pull him close.
Exhausted, Kyuhyun slumps against the other man’s body, distantly wondering when exactly Henry grew up and developed those hot as hell muscles. He is more than grateful for those right now, though, when he is held upright way too easily. Held so close to the Canadian’s warm body that it’s impossible to miss how much the shared moment affected him too.
He can practically feel Henry’s smirk against his ear when he sings again, the last lines sliding easily off his tongue. I can't get my mind off ya, off ya, off my mind.
Kyuhyun knows the night has barely just begun.
---
pitiful 690 words :(
I had no intention in getting mixed up with this pairing XD but in the end it came kind of easily
Also, first time writing a suju fic without qmi in it! *runs around in circles* I had to add a henry/kyubb tag too!
Feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
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Thought you might want to know!!! and Thank you.
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Thank you for telling me! Your comment really made me laugh :D