Heechul curled his fingers into Hangengs short, brown hair, tugging gently and crushing their lips together. Geng slowly nipped and on Heechuls plump bottom lip, asking for entrance. 

Heechul moaned against Gengs lips, allowing Gengs tongue to explore his hot cavern immediately, feeling him on his own hot, wet muscle. Heechul pulled Geng back towards the bed, Geng falling on top of him, his knee nudging Heechuls clothed . 

He arched up towards Gengs chest, bucking his hips wantonly. 'Ah, Geng,' he heard himself moan as the Chinese man broke the kiss, leaving Heechul gasping for air as he left a trail of butterfly kisses along the older mans jawline and down his neck.

Growing impatient, Heechul clawed at the hem of Gengs shirt, which Geng hastily pulled off, along with Heechuls already un-buttoned shirt - deftly unfastened in the journey from the door to the bed, and that wasn't the only thing his fingers were skilled at.

Geng pushed Heechul back down and continued to nip and at the creamy, smooth expanse of skin that was revealed on the younger mans lean chest, taking one hardened, rosy between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around and pinching, enjoying the short, sharp gasps he was drawing from the older man. He dipped his head lower, teasingly sliding his tongue over Heechul's thin, bony hips, just below the waistband on his jeans.

'Yah, stop teasing.' Heechul hissed from behind his hand, failing to muffle his soft gasps and moans. Geng was growing rather uncomfortable in his jeans himself, and quickly took to unfastening Heechuls belt, tugging his jeans off the slender legs, effectively pulling his boxers off in the process.

He drank in the sight of Heechul laid bare beneath him, knowing that no matter how many times he saw it, he'd never grow tired of it. Dark hair slick with sweat and clinging to the edges of his face, brown eyes dark and hungry, pink lips swollen and wet.

Heechuls breath caught in his throat as he felt Geng blow hot air over the tip of his before letting his tongue slide from between his lips, tasting the precum beading at the slit. He didn't take much time in teasing his lover before taking his whole length into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and gently dragging his teeth along the pulsing, twitching veins, wrapping his strong fist around the base and watching Heechul writhe and moan under his ministrations.

It only took the flick of his wrist and the application of pressure on his weak spot for Heechul to come, shouting Gengs name and gripping at the sheets, watching through half lidded eyes as Geng every drop, a smirk playing on his lips.

Geng stood up and reached to undo his jeans, when he saw Heechul reach for his clothes.

'What're you doing?' He asked incredulously, feeling slightly panicked. 

Heechul smirked and let out a chuckle, 
 
'I'm satisfied,' 

He continued to pull on his jeans and shirt, clambering off the bed and turning to walk away - Geng grabbed his arm, swinging him back and pushing him down onto bed, abrupty climbing on top and straddling his hips.

He leaned into Heechuls face, brushing against his nose and whispering against his lips, 'well, I'm not.'