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jaded_skys as a slightly-belated birthday present. Happy birthday, Thea! Ilu and have some KangTeuk smut, because I am good at hints, if not the actual smut, haha. Loosely inspired (i.e., songfic to) Hotline by Ciara, because I've had KangTeuk clubbing!fic in my head ever since Kangin said he liked that song on Heart2Heart with Super Junior.
Here's My Number, Call Me Up
Super Junior, KangTeuk, NC-17, 1400 words
AU. Kangin picks Leeteuk up at a club. Where can things go from here?
Here's My Number, Call Me Up
bymeitachi
Kangin grins behind his drink when he catches the guy at the other end of the bar staring at him again. He's obvious with every flicker of his eyes under the heavy beat of the bass, every slide of his fingers, sexual, over the glass of his drink. Kangin likes the way he wears his clothes, tight enough to hug his thin frame, but loose enough to leave a little to imagination. Kangin has a very good imagination.
He licks his lips and considers those hips, perched precariously on the bar stool, and comes to a decision.
Throwing back the rest of his whiskey, Kangin sets down his glass and slides to his feet. He makes his way through the throng at the bar, dark clothes and dark hair occasionally illuminated by a flash of multi-colored light. His eyes are fixed on only one person.
"Hey," he greets, stopping a little too close, leaning in a little too near.
When the guy turns, his earrings catch the light, winking. Kangin's distracted, though, by the smile on his face - sly, slow, and sensual. He expected something a little shyer, considering Kangin had been the one to make the first move. But this smile is all teeth and melting dark eyes.
"Hi," the guy purrs. His lashes dip down.
Kangin doesn't mind a little aggressiveness. In fact, it's kind of hot.
"Want to dance?" Kangin's always been straightforward and the music is changing as he places a hand high on the guy's thigh. He leans in even closer and lets his lips graze an ear as he whispers, "Or do you want to fuck?" He's always been aggressive, himself.
He gets a laugh in response, warm and surprising. "Where have you been all my life?" His smile changes suddenly, golden and genuine. "You can call me Leeteuk," he adds as he gets to his feet, standing up into Kangin's arms. They're nearly chest-to-chest and Kangin can feel his body tighten in awareness. He's never wanted someone so bad so fast. He barely knows Leeteuk. He doesn't know Leeteuk.
His gaze drop again to those lean hips, where a pair of black jeans are slung low. Kangin's eyes darken, rapidly, with lust. "Kangin," he rasps.
"Let's go," Leeteuk says, and hooks his fingers through Kangin's belt loops. He backs slowly onto the dance floor, pulling Kangin along.
They dance, hips pressed tight against each other, Leeteuk's hands on Kangin's back and Kangin's hands on Leeteuk's ass. They're in a darkened corner of the crowded floor, where shadows hide the way Kangin dips his head to lick the glisten of sweat off Leeteuk's throat. He can feel Leeteuk's pulse jump under his tongue. His cock twitches in response.
"Goddamn," he breathes into Leeteuk's skin, still tasting the salt of sweat.
Leeteuk's giggle is breathy, light. He says nothing else as he drops his hand to Kangin's crotch, cupping him lightly through his jeans. Kangin swallows a growl and Leeteuk's smile grows. His free hand lands on Kangin's chest, palm flat and fingers spread; he pushes. Kangin stumbles back through the shadows, bumping into people but uncaring, because then they're falling out of an open doorway and the chilly night air sweeps over Kangin's heated body.
Kangin breathes in a lungful of smoke and hears muted laughter and chatter behind them as the side door leading into the club clangs closed again. He's distracted, though, because Leeteuk has moved his hand from Kangin's crotch only to trail a long finger along the bulge. "Nngh," Kangin moans, tilting his hips into the touch. "Fuck."
"Straight to the point," Leeteuk agrees slyly. "A lot more...satisfying than just dancing." He purses his lips thoughtfully and they glisten in the faint light from the street lamp that just barely keeps the alleyway from being plunged into full darkness. Kangin weaves his fingers through Leeteuk's hair and tugs his head close.
"Less talking, more fucking," he orders.
He spins and then Leeteuk is the one against the wall, chest pressed against dirty brick, palms flat. Kangin's hands strip the belt away and fumble against the button and zip, but finally his hands are tucked into Leeteuk's pants, wrapped in a firm grip around the base of Leeteuk's cock.
Leeteuk lets out a soft whine, head falling forward and exposing the fine hair at the nape of his neck. His skin is surprisingly pale in comparison to the dark brown of his hair.
Kangin growls and puts his mouth there, teeth nipping as he strokes Leeteuk slowly with one hand, fumbling with his own pants with the other. The sounds of the night have dimmed, traffic and pounding bass nothing more than white noise compared to the rush of blood in his ears, and the choked whimpers Leeteuk keeps letting out as he rocks his hips into Kangin's grip. The very air feels as if it's standing still around them, eliciting goosebumps where sweat-slicked skin is exposed.
"Kangin-ah," Leeteuk moans. "Kangin-ah, please." He's begging for it with every panted breath, every rub of his ass against Kangin's swollen erection. "Don't keep me waiting."
Kangin swears and thinks, fuck lube, because he's too desperate and where the hell did he put it anyway? It doesn't matter. It can't matter because Leeteuk is writhing against him, pushing away from the wall, and Kangin needs to be inside of him right now. He shifts his weight, slides one sweaty hand to grab Leeteuk's hip, and thrusts.
Leeteuk's cries are a direct jolt to Kangin's cock and his hips snap back and up involuntarily. Leeteuk cries out again, and Kangin thinks he's going to die, because Leeteuk is so fucking hot, he should be fucking illegal.
One hand props Leeteuk up against the wall, but the other snakes back behind Kangin to fist in his jeans and pull him closer. Kangin licks and sucks at the sweet curve where Leeteuk's neck meets shoulder, tasting saltiness and the bitterness of bottled cologne, taking it in and savoring it. He mouths over the black leather choker Leeteuk wears and tugs at it lightly with his teeth, just enough so Leeteuk can feel the pull against his throat. When he arches against Kangin, head falling back, Kangin can tell he likes it. His grin is wicked and smug, and his thrusts grow harder, faster.
After Kangin comes, in an incredible rush of blinding feeling, he loosens his grip on Leeteuk's cock, where he's been holding tight to prevent him from coming, to Leeteuk's displeasure. Kangin turns Leeteuk around roughly, pulling him in for an unexpected kiss, and gets bitten for his trouble. He laughs and bites back until Leeteuk clings to him and wriggles and finally comes into Kangin's hand, sticky and messy and warm.
Later, when their clothes are more or less straightened, Leeteuk adjusts his choker until the silver clasp rests once more at the back of his neck.
"That was nice," he says cheerfully.
Kangin's laugh is less humor than disbelief. "That was fucking incredible, admit it."
"So full of yourself, Kangin-ah!"
Kangin looks at him and smirks. "You don't want to know where I could go with that." He takes a step forward and Leeteuk takes a step back, into the wall. But at the same time, Leeteuk's hand creeps over Kangin's ass, possessive and teasing both as he hooks two fingers into the back pocket.
"I like what you're saying." He smiles, bright and a touch shy, like Kangin thought it should've been an hour ago when they were still at the bar. "I'm glad you came." Kangin thinks he means to the club, but the tilt of Leeteuk's smile suggests that he means the other way as well.
Kangin likes this one.
"Call me up," he whispers against Kangin's mouth. Then he leaves, and the music blasting from the club is a shock of noise when the door opens and Leeteuk disappears into the crowd.
One of the guys standing in the doorway stares at Kangin, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. He looks faintly amused.
Kangin ignores him. He's just found Leeteuk's number tucked into his back pocket.
The next day, he's laughs, because the number turns out to be a sex hotline. Then Leeteuk's voice drops and Kangin suddenly stops laughing and considers all the possibilities presented by the gloriousness that is phone sex.
--
Started: 2008.08.06
Finished: 2008.08.12
Working on PoT drabbles still; don't fear. Not reading flist because I'm, um, packing and moving and watching the Olympics, but yeah. :) ♥
jaded_skys as a slightly-belated birthday present. Happy birthday, Thea! Ilu and have some KangTeuk smut, because I am good at hints, if not the actual smut, haha. Loosely inspired (i.e., songfic to) Hotline by Ciara, because I've had KangTeuk clubbing!fic in my head ever since Kangin said he liked that song on Heart2Heart with Super Junior.Here's My Number, Call Me Up
Super Junior, KangTeuk, NC-17, 1400 words
AU. Kangin picks Leeteuk up at a club. Where can things go from here?
Here's My Number, Call Me Up
by
meitachiKangin grins behind his drink when he catches the guy at the other end of the bar staring at him again. He's obvious with every flicker of his eyes under the heavy beat of the bass, every slide of his fingers, sexual, over the glass of his drink. Kangin likes the way he wears his clothes, tight enough to hug his thin frame, but loose enough to leave a little to imagination. Kangin has a very good imagination.
He licks his lips and considers those hips, perched precariously on the bar stool, and comes to a decision.
Throwing back the rest of his whiskey, Kangin sets down his glass and slides to his feet. He makes his way through the throng at the bar, dark clothes and dark hair occasionally illuminated by a flash of multi-colored light. His eyes are fixed on only one person.
"Hey," he greets, stopping a little too close, leaning in a little too near.
When the guy turns, his earrings catch the light, winking. Kangin's distracted, though, by the smile on his face - sly, slow, and sensual. He expected something a little shyer, considering Kangin had been the one to make the first move. But this smile is all teeth and melting dark eyes.
"Hi," the guy purrs. His lashes dip down.
Kangin doesn't mind a little aggressiveness. In fact, it's kind of hot.
"Want to dance?" Kangin's always been straightforward and the music is changing as he places a hand high on the guy's thigh. He leans in even closer and lets his lips graze an ear as he whispers, "Or do you want to fuck?" He's always been aggressive, himself.
He gets a laugh in response, warm and surprising. "Where have you been all my life?" His smile changes suddenly, golden and genuine. "You can call me Leeteuk," he adds as he gets to his feet, standing up into Kangin's arms. They're nearly chest-to-chest and Kangin can feel his body tighten in awareness. He's never wanted someone so bad so fast. He barely knows Leeteuk. He doesn't know Leeteuk.
His gaze drop again to those lean hips, where a pair of black jeans are slung low. Kangin's eyes darken, rapidly, with lust. "Kangin," he rasps.
"Let's go," Leeteuk says, and hooks his fingers through Kangin's belt loops. He backs slowly onto the dance floor, pulling Kangin along.
They dance, hips pressed tight against each other, Leeteuk's hands on Kangin's back and Kangin's hands on Leeteuk's ass. They're in a darkened corner of the crowded floor, where shadows hide the way Kangin dips his head to lick the glisten of sweat off Leeteuk's throat. He can feel Leeteuk's pulse jump under his tongue. His cock twitches in response.
"Goddamn," he breathes into Leeteuk's skin, still tasting the salt of sweat.
Leeteuk's giggle is breathy, light. He says nothing else as he drops his hand to Kangin's crotch, cupping him lightly through his jeans. Kangin swallows a growl and Leeteuk's smile grows. His free hand lands on Kangin's chest, palm flat and fingers spread; he pushes. Kangin stumbles back through the shadows, bumping into people but uncaring, because then they're falling out of an open doorway and the chilly night air sweeps over Kangin's heated body.
Kangin breathes in a lungful of smoke and hears muted laughter and chatter behind them as the side door leading into the club clangs closed again. He's distracted, though, because Leeteuk has moved his hand from Kangin's crotch only to trail a long finger along the bulge. "Nngh," Kangin moans, tilting his hips into the touch. "Fuck."
"Straight to the point," Leeteuk agrees slyly. "A lot more...satisfying than just dancing." He purses his lips thoughtfully and they glisten in the faint light from the street lamp that just barely keeps the alleyway from being plunged into full darkness. Kangin weaves his fingers through Leeteuk's hair and tugs his head close.
"Less talking, more fucking," he orders.
He spins and then Leeteuk is the one against the wall, chest pressed against dirty brick, palms flat. Kangin's hands strip the belt away and fumble against the button and zip, but finally his hands are tucked into Leeteuk's pants, wrapped in a firm grip around the base of Leeteuk's cock.
Leeteuk lets out a soft whine, head falling forward and exposing the fine hair at the nape of his neck. His skin is surprisingly pale in comparison to the dark brown of his hair.
Kangin growls and puts his mouth there, teeth nipping as he strokes Leeteuk slowly with one hand, fumbling with his own pants with the other. The sounds of the night have dimmed, traffic and pounding bass nothing more than white noise compared to the rush of blood in his ears, and the choked whimpers Leeteuk keeps letting out as he rocks his hips into Kangin's grip. The very air feels as if it's standing still around them, eliciting goosebumps where sweat-slicked skin is exposed.
"Kangin-ah," Leeteuk moans. "Kangin-ah, please." He's begging for it with every panted breath, every rub of his ass against Kangin's swollen erection. "Don't keep me waiting."
Kangin swears and thinks, fuck lube, because he's too desperate and where the hell did he put it anyway? It doesn't matter. It can't matter because Leeteuk is writhing against him, pushing away from the wall, and Kangin needs to be inside of him right now. He shifts his weight, slides one sweaty hand to grab Leeteuk's hip, and thrusts.
Leeteuk's cries are a direct jolt to Kangin's cock and his hips snap back and up involuntarily. Leeteuk cries out again, and Kangin thinks he's going to die, because Leeteuk is so fucking hot, he should be fucking illegal.
One hand props Leeteuk up against the wall, but the other snakes back behind Kangin to fist in his jeans and pull him closer. Kangin licks and sucks at the sweet curve where Leeteuk's neck meets shoulder, tasting saltiness and the bitterness of bottled cologne, taking it in and savoring it. He mouths over the black leather choker Leeteuk wears and tugs at it lightly with his teeth, just enough so Leeteuk can feel the pull against his throat. When he arches against Kangin, head falling back, Kangin can tell he likes it. His grin is wicked and smug, and his thrusts grow harder, faster.
After Kangin comes, in an incredible rush of blinding feeling, he loosens his grip on Leeteuk's cock, where he's been holding tight to prevent him from coming, to Leeteuk's displeasure. Kangin turns Leeteuk around roughly, pulling him in for an unexpected kiss, and gets bitten for his trouble. He laughs and bites back until Leeteuk clings to him and wriggles and finally comes into Kangin's hand, sticky and messy and warm.
Later, when their clothes are more or less straightened, Leeteuk adjusts his choker until the silver clasp rests once more at the back of his neck.
"That was nice," he says cheerfully.
Kangin's laugh is less humor than disbelief. "That was fucking incredible, admit it."
"So full of yourself, Kangin-ah!"
Kangin looks at him and smirks. "You don't want to know where I could go with that." He takes a step forward and Leeteuk takes a step back, into the wall. But at the same time, Leeteuk's hand creeps over Kangin's ass, possessive and teasing both as he hooks two fingers into the back pocket.
"I like what you're saying." He smiles, bright and a touch shy, like Kangin thought it should've been an hour ago when they were still at the bar. "I'm glad you came." Kangin thinks he means to the club, but the tilt of Leeteuk's smile suggests that he means the other way as well.
Kangin likes this one.
"Call me up," he whispers against Kangin's mouth. Then he leaves, and the music blasting from the club is a shock of noise when the door opens and Leeteuk disappears into the crowd.
One of the guys standing in the doorway stares at Kangin, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. He looks faintly amused.
Kangin ignores him. He's just found Leeteuk's number tucked into his back pocket.
The next day, he's laughs, because the number turns out to be a sex hotline. Then Leeteuk's voice drops and Kangin suddenly stops laughing and considers all the possibilities presented by the gloriousness that is phone sex.
--
Started: 2008.08.06
Finished: 2008.08.12
Working on PoT drabbles still; don't fear. Not reading flist because I'm, um, packing and moving and watching the Olympics, but yeah. :) ♥
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