Dirty Deeds
Title: Dirty Deeds
Pairing: KyuHae
Length: 2069
Genre: Dub Con, Smuttiness
Rating: NC17
Summary: KyuHyun thinks he's safe, but he's soooo not.
Warning: Warning for use of drugs, handcuffs, dubious consent, my general lamosity.
A/N Takes place after Through the Glass Written for my friend and general egger onner Cablackwood
The odd thing, the very oddest thing about him and DongHae is that there's nothing at all odd. Whatever that was that day, well it's never happened again and now KyuHyun isn't sure that he somehow imagined the whole thing. Well, okay, maybe he didn't imagine the kiss cause he's seen the pictures and there's the pinkish peach gloss on both their lips and KyuHyun knows he didn't put any on himself.
So that means that DongHae definitely kissed him. It's not that the older man isn't always a bit touchy feely and into fanservice and skinship because he is. But that's just his nature, KyuHyun thinks. DongHae is emotional and he likes hugging and touching people he cares about, especially if it means it's gonna make the girls in the audience get all screamy. No matter how many times KyuHyun tells him that manipulating poor girls that are only 16 or something is a bit creepy, DongHae just laughs and goes right on doing it.
So maybe he shouldn't be so surprised that he's feeling a little funny right now. A lot funny would be closer to the truth. His skin itches, or aches or something. It's as though his entire skin was a size or so two small, and very over sensitized. He leans his head back against the cushions of the couch and tries to focus on the movie that's playing on the television in front of him but KyuHyun feels he has the attention span of a gnat. He tilts his head to study DongHae's profile for a moment.
The older man has been acting a bit creepy tonight, from well before they left the studio after the performance on Music Bank. The strange glitter that is now familiar to KyuHyun from regular appearances in his nightmares was back in DongHae's eyes when he handed KyuHyun that bottle of water after he came off stage. The water tasted fine, flavored with citrus it said on the label but ever since he gulped about half of it down, KyuHyun has been feeling...more and more...odd.
"Hyung," he says slowly in the silence of the living room. "What are you up to?" KyuHyun asks, doing his best to give DongHae a death glare. What KyuHyun really would like to do is ...well...bite Donghae...right there where his neck meets his shoulder, revealed by the old and baggy tee shirt the older man is wearing. He blinks at himself and laces his fingers together in his lap.
"KyuHyun?" DongHae replies, and the strange glitter in the other's eyes seems suddenly smolderingly hot and very dangerous.
KyuHyun wants to scoot back, get off the couch, move for heaven's sake but he just can't quite make his limbs obey him. He shivers, goose bumps popping up on his skin and there's a distant horror in the back of his mind as KyuHyun realizes his nipples are poking up against his own tee shirt. Worse still, his cock is stirring in his loose sweatpants and what the hell is going on.
"I think I...should go to bed," KyuHyun breathes, caught and still staring at DongHae.
DongHae smiles at him and KyuHyun thinks it's such a sweet expression and then the smile turns predatory and he shivers even harder. "What a good idea," DongHae agrees.
His hyung moves to help him up off the couch and KyuHyun grumbles under his breath about how uncooperative his limbs are so that he has to lean heavily against DongHae. "I feel, very strange," KyuHyun announces as the two of them stumble towards a door and through it.
"I know," Donghae says soothingly, not bothering to turn on a light switch before leading KyuHyun to a bed and helping him lay down on it.
"Wait...this isn't my room..." KyuHyun frowns, protesting as he glances around himself, blinking rapidly in an attempt to gather his wits and focus.
DongHae doesn't answer at once. His hand sweeps over KyuHyun's brow and the soothing gesture feels so good against his burning tight skin that for a few moments it distracts him from every other consideration. "That feels good," KyuHyun breathes. The ability to filter out what he thinks from what he says seems to be gone, at the moment but KyuHyun can't think about that for very long.
"You'll be more comfortable here," DongHae says. "We'll be private." A pair of lips brush over KyuHyun's cheekbone and his skin seems to flush hotter from the simple contact.
"I think I have a fever," KyuHyun answers, tilting his head away, dizziness twirling behind his closed eyelids.
DongHae laughs quietly and says, "You do, Kyu, you do. All for me."
KyuHyun blinks, genuinely trying to concentrate on those words, trying to make them make sense but the dizzy feeling and the aching burn of his flesh is too distracting. "DongHae," he begins and forgets what he was about to say.
His tee shirt has gone somewhere and the cool air feels delicious on his bare skin, making him arch his back a little in sensuous enjoyment of the sweet feeling. DongHae is crouched over him and KyuHyun frowns up at him as warm hands smooth sweetly over his ribcage and chest.
"You shouldn't be doing that," KyuHyun states, enunciating carefully.
"You like it, don't you?" DongHae returns, makng no move to shift his position.
Fingertips find one of KyuHyun's tight nipples and toy with it, gently tugging and twisting at it and KyuHyun gasps. The sizzling sensations he feels seems all out of proportion to the small touch and he arches his hips, his cock pulsing hard against his pants just from that simple contact on his nipple.
DongHae leans closer, licking along KyuHyun's collarbones, leaving a trail that burns and then cools sweetly against KyuHyun's flushed skin. "Answer me," he orders, his voice sharper, deeper. "You like it when I touch you, don't you?"
KyuHyun tosses his head back and forth on the pillow, only now noticing that his wrists seem to be restrained somehow on either side of his head. "Yes...yes... DongHae," he breathes. His voice his fretful, confused, and heavy with growing desire.
"Good boy," DongHae answers him, teeth tugging at KyuHyun's earlobe. "I've wanted you like this for so long," DongHae adds, leaning back as if to gaze down at KyuHyun.
KyuHyun has no idea what DongHae means, no idea how he looks, flushed and sweating and growing more aroused by the second. As DongHae's eyes seem to burn him, KyuHyun can't stop himself from arching his back, lifting his hips in a silent plea for something, anything, to ease the fever driving him mad.
"You don't know how you excite me, turn me on with your innocent eyes and your sexy mouth and your beautiful body," DongHae growls against KyuHyun's skin setting off fresh ripples of pleasure and lust through KyuHyun's body. Warm lips caress their way down his chest, followed by the stroke of a hot tongue down his belly to his navel.
"DongHae," KyuHyun gasps, pulling inadvertently at the cuffs. "It hurts," he murmurs, squirming a little as if to demonstrate the source of the pain.
"I tried to resist you," DongHae continues, and nimble fingers are working at KyuHyun's pants, opening the drawstring. "I tried not to want you so much." A nail slides over cloth with a rasping sound that makes KyuHyun twitch and whine in anticipation of some relief from this hunger and burn torturing him.
DongHae stops what he is doing and the wait is so long that KyuHyun whimpers, arching his spine again in a bid for contact, any contact. The fire inside KyuHyun keeps rising and rising, every inch of his skin burns and aches and wants. His need is painful, a kind of agony and KyuHyun wonders how long he can last before he loses the capacity to breathe.
"You never even looked at me like this...I scared you the one time I tried," DongHae says suddenly out of the silence and KyuHyun realizes he is naked only by the fact that DongHae's hands are on the inside of his thighs, forcing them farther apart. "Don't hate me too much, KyuHyun. I can't...I have to have you. The drug in the water makes it easier for you."
KyuHyun is long past comprehending what DongHae is talking about, the heat in his veins is too unbearable for him to concentrate enough to keep the thoughts in mind. "Please, please," he whispers, writhing slowly. "Do something, hurts so much."
DongHae bends over him again and a hot, wet, liquid sensation coils around KyuHyun's cock and he jerks upwards harder, straining at the cuffs binding him. "Oh, My God," KyuHyun cries out, his voice strangled.
At the same time as KyuHyun manages to put the sensations together enough to grasp that DongHae is sucking his cock in fiendishly slow erotic pulls and to shudder with languorous pleasure/pain - a well-greased fingertip slips inside him.
KyuHyun opens his mouth, dimly thinking he should stop this, he should say something and then that fingertip finds some secret little bundle of nerves inside him and all his dizzy reason is lost again in helpless lust. More fingers crowd their way into him and the tangled sensations make him whimper and plead on the edge of screaming with the need for release from this agony.
"God, KyuHyun, I knew you'd be so hot, so beautifully hot. Such a slut for it, aren't you?" DongHae growls in his ear. "I love hearing you beg me like that...you need it so bad....so sweet and dirty for me."
KyuHyun's quivering attention is all for the loss of that suction that was turning his guts inside out and he barely hears the words that DongHae utters. All he knows right at this moment is that the burning is to the point that he doesn't think he can survive much longer without dying with this fire eating him up. He tosses his head back and forth, squirming and arching with unknowing enticement.
"Please, DongHae, make it stop...make it stop," KyuHyun begs, yanking again at the cuffs holding him securely right where the other man wants him.
"How much do you want it to stop?" DongHae asks, growls really, next to KyuHyun's ear.
KyuHyun is sure his limbs, his very being is burning, everything closing down and centering in his cock. The fire is destroying everything in its wake so that all KyuHyun can think about is release. He feels DongHae's weight over him and rubs himself against the older man without a second of hesitation. "So much,... " KyuHyun mutters and then is firmly pinned down by the hips. "No...no...," the younger man protests, fighting the restraining grip but without much in the way of coordination or strength.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," DongHae says softly. "You need it almost as much as I do."
KyuHyun blinks, he should...he should...but the drug or whatever it is that's in his system slows his brain and his senses and the hunger is still eating him alive. And then there's the hard push that burns and burns in another way and he wants to escape it but he can't and then there's the oh so good pressure and the sudden shock of fresh tormenting pleasure and KyuHyun cries out sharply.
When DongHae moves, KyuHyun wraps his legs around the older man's slim hips and pulls him closer. The pleasure is sizzling along his nerves and the fire is growing hotter, more vicious by the second. "Cruel...so cruel," KyuHyun protests because it seems DongHae's new purpose in life is to keep him like this, a breath away from explosion.
"Ask me for it," DongHae insists, pushing in a fraction more, enough to make KyuHyun whimper sharply. "Say please, DongHae, fuck me harder."
"God, yes, please, do it..." KyuHyun breathes. "Fuck me harder, harder," he urges.
It doesn't take much, a few hard, fast strokes that stimulate that bundle of nerves inside him at the same time as warm fingers jerk his cock almost roughly. KyuHyun shrieks, low and hoarse, the fire in his nerves and skin and blood finally exploding in a white hot series of ripples through his body. He almost sobs with relief, pulses making him spill and spill between them until he collapses insensible.
When he awakens, there's only the slight bruise marks of the cuffs and some stiff/bruised muscles - plus the fact he's in the wrong bed to remind him of the night before. KyuHyun hides under the pillow.
Pairing: KyuHae
Length: 2069
Genre: Dub Con, Smuttiness
Rating: NC17
Summary: KyuHyun thinks he's safe, but he's soooo not.
Warning: Warning for use of drugs, handcuffs, dubious consent, my general lamosity.
A/N Takes place after Through the Glass Written for my friend and general egger onner Cablackwood
The odd thing, the very oddest thing about him and DongHae is that there's nothing at all odd. Whatever that was that day, well it's never happened again and now KyuHyun isn't sure that he somehow imagined the whole thing. Well, okay, maybe he didn't imagine the kiss cause he's seen the pictures and there's the pinkish peach gloss on both their lips and KyuHyun knows he didn't put any on himself.
So that means that DongHae definitely kissed him. It's not that the older man isn't always a bit touchy feely and into fanservice and skinship because he is. But that's just his nature, KyuHyun thinks. DongHae is emotional and he likes hugging and touching people he cares about, especially if it means it's gonna make the girls in the audience get all screamy. No matter how many times KyuHyun tells him that manipulating poor girls that are only 16 or something is a bit creepy, DongHae just laughs and goes right on doing it.
So maybe he shouldn't be so surprised that he's feeling a little funny right now. A lot funny would be closer to the truth. His skin itches, or aches or something. It's as though his entire skin was a size or so two small, and very over sensitized. He leans his head back against the cushions of the couch and tries to focus on the movie that's playing on the television in front of him but KyuHyun feels he has the attention span of a gnat. He tilts his head to study DongHae's profile for a moment.
The older man has been acting a bit creepy tonight, from well before they left the studio after the performance on Music Bank. The strange glitter that is now familiar to KyuHyun from regular appearances in his nightmares was back in DongHae's eyes when he handed KyuHyun that bottle of water after he came off stage. The water tasted fine, flavored with citrus it said on the label but ever since he gulped about half of it down, KyuHyun has been feeling...more and more...odd.
"Hyung," he says slowly in the silence of the living room. "What are you up to?" KyuHyun asks, doing his best to give DongHae a death glare. What KyuHyun really would like to do is ...well...bite Donghae...right there where his neck meets his shoulder, revealed by the old and baggy tee shirt the older man is wearing. He blinks at himself and laces his fingers together in his lap.
"KyuHyun?" DongHae replies, and the strange glitter in the other's eyes seems suddenly smolderingly hot and very dangerous.
KyuHyun wants to scoot back, get off the couch, move for heaven's sake but he just can't quite make his limbs obey him. He shivers, goose bumps popping up on his skin and there's a distant horror in the back of his mind as KyuHyun realizes his nipples are poking up against his own tee shirt. Worse still, his cock is stirring in his loose sweatpants and what the hell is going on.
"I think I...should go to bed," KyuHyun breathes, caught and still staring at DongHae.
DongHae smiles at him and KyuHyun thinks it's such a sweet expression and then the smile turns predatory and he shivers even harder. "What a good idea," DongHae agrees.
His hyung moves to help him up off the couch and KyuHyun grumbles under his breath about how uncooperative his limbs are so that he has to lean heavily against DongHae. "I feel, very strange," KyuHyun announces as the two of them stumble towards a door and through it.
"I know," Donghae says soothingly, not bothering to turn on a light switch before leading KyuHyun to a bed and helping him lay down on it.
"Wait...this isn't my room..." KyuHyun frowns, protesting as he glances around himself, blinking rapidly in an attempt to gather his wits and focus.
DongHae doesn't answer at once. His hand sweeps over KyuHyun's brow and the soothing gesture feels so good against his burning tight skin that for a few moments it distracts him from every other consideration. "That feels good," KyuHyun breathes. The ability to filter out what he thinks from what he says seems to be gone, at the moment but KyuHyun can't think about that for very long.
"You'll be more comfortable here," DongHae says. "We'll be private." A pair of lips brush over KyuHyun's cheekbone and his skin seems to flush hotter from the simple contact.
"I think I have a fever," KyuHyun answers, tilting his head away, dizziness twirling behind his closed eyelids.
DongHae laughs quietly and says, "You do, Kyu, you do. All for me."
KyuHyun blinks, genuinely trying to concentrate on those words, trying to make them make sense but the dizzy feeling and the aching burn of his flesh is too distracting. "DongHae," he begins and forgets what he was about to say.
His tee shirt has gone somewhere and the cool air feels delicious on his bare skin, making him arch his back a little in sensuous enjoyment of the sweet feeling. DongHae is crouched over him and KyuHyun frowns up at him as warm hands smooth sweetly over his ribcage and chest.
"You shouldn't be doing that," KyuHyun states, enunciating carefully.
"You like it, don't you?" DongHae returns, makng no move to shift his position.
Fingertips find one of KyuHyun's tight nipples and toy with it, gently tugging and twisting at it and KyuHyun gasps. The sizzling sensations he feels seems all out of proportion to the small touch and he arches his hips, his cock pulsing hard against his pants just from that simple contact on his nipple.
DongHae leans closer, licking along KyuHyun's collarbones, leaving a trail that burns and then cools sweetly against KyuHyun's flushed skin. "Answer me," he orders, his voice sharper, deeper. "You like it when I touch you, don't you?"
KyuHyun tosses his head back and forth on the pillow, only now noticing that his wrists seem to be restrained somehow on either side of his head. "Yes...yes... DongHae," he breathes. His voice his fretful, confused, and heavy with growing desire.
"Good boy," DongHae answers him, teeth tugging at KyuHyun's earlobe. "I've wanted you like this for so long," DongHae adds, leaning back as if to gaze down at KyuHyun.
KyuHyun has no idea what DongHae means, no idea how he looks, flushed and sweating and growing more aroused by the second. As DongHae's eyes seem to burn him, KyuHyun can't stop himself from arching his back, lifting his hips in a silent plea for something, anything, to ease the fever driving him mad.
"You don't know how you excite me, turn me on with your innocent eyes and your sexy mouth and your beautiful body," DongHae growls against KyuHyun's skin setting off fresh ripples of pleasure and lust through KyuHyun's body. Warm lips caress their way down his chest, followed by the stroke of a hot tongue down his belly to his navel.
"DongHae," KyuHyun gasps, pulling inadvertently at the cuffs. "It hurts," he murmurs, squirming a little as if to demonstrate the source of the pain.
"I tried to resist you," DongHae continues, and nimble fingers are working at KyuHyun's pants, opening the drawstring. "I tried not to want you so much." A nail slides over cloth with a rasping sound that makes KyuHyun twitch and whine in anticipation of some relief from this hunger and burn torturing him.
DongHae stops what he is doing and the wait is so long that KyuHyun whimpers, arching his spine again in a bid for contact, any contact. The fire inside KyuHyun keeps rising and rising, every inch of his skin burns and aches and wants. His need is painful, a kind of agony and KyuHyun wonders how long he can last before he loses the capacity to breathe.
"You never even looked at me like this...I scared you the one time I tried," DongHae says suddenly out of the silence and KyuHyun realizes he is naked only by the fact that DongHae's hands are on the inside of his thighs, forcing them farther apart. "Don't hate me too much, KyuHyun. I can't...I have to have you. The drug in the water makes it easier for you."
KyuHyun is long past comprehending what DongHae is talking about, the heat in his veins is too unbearable for him to concentrate enough to keep the thoughts in mind. "Please, please," he whispers, writhing slowly. "Do something, hurts so much."
DongHae bends over him again and a hot, wet, liquid sensation coils around KyuHyun's cock and he jerks upwards harder, straining at the cuffs binding him. "Oh, My God," KyuHyun cries out, his voice strangled.
At the same time as KyuHyun manages to put the sensations together enough to grasp that DongHae is sucking his cock in fiendishly slow erotic pulls and to shudder with languorous pleasure/pain - a well-greased fingertip slips inside him.
KyuHyun opens his mouth, dimly thinking he should stop this, he should say something and then that fingertip finds some secret little bundle of nerves inside him and all his dizzy reason is lost again in helpless lust. More fingers crowd their way into him and the tangled sensations make him whimper and plead on the edge of screaming with the need for release from this agony.
"God, KyuHyun, I knew you'd be so hot, so beautifully hot. Such a slut for it, aren't you?" DongHae growls in his ear. "I love hearing you beg me like that...you need it so bad....so sweet and dirty for me."
KyuHyun's quivering attention is all for the loss of that suction that was turning his guts inside out and he barely hears the words that DongHae utters. All he knows right at this moment is that the burning is to the point that he doesn't think he can survive much longer without dying with this fire eating him up. He tosses his head back and forth, squirming and arching with unknowing enticement.
"Please, DongHae, make it stop...make it stop," KyuHyun begs, yanking again at the cuffs holding him securely right where the other man wants him.
"How much do you want it to stop?" DongHae asks, growls really, next to KyuHyun's ear.
KyuHyun is sure his limbs, his very being is burning, everything closing down and centering in his cock. The fire is destroying everything in its wake so that all KyuHyun can think about is release. He feels DongHae's weight over him and rubs himself against the older man without a second of hesitation. "So much,... " KyuHyun mutters and then is firmly pinned down by the hips. "No...no...," the younger man protests, fighting the restraining grip but without much in the way of coordination or strength.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," DongHae says softly. "You need it almost as much as I do."
KyuHyun blinks, he should...he should...but the drug or whatever it is that's in his system slows his brain and his senses and the hunger is still eating him alive. And then there's the hard push that burns and burns in another way and he wants to escape it but he can't and then there's the oh so good pressure and the sudden shock of fresh tormenting pleasure and KyuHyun cries out sharply.
When DongHae moves, KyuHyun wraps his legs around the older man's slim hips and pulls him closer. The pleasure is sizzling along his nerves and the fire is growing hotter, more vicious by the second. "Cruel...so cruel," KyuHyun protests because it seems DongHae's new purpose in life is to keep him like this, a breath away from explosion.
"Ask me for it," DongHae insists, pushing in a fraction more, enough to make KyuHyun whimper sharply. "Say please, DongHae, fuck me harder."
"God, yes, please, do it..." KyuHyun breathes. "Fuck me harder, harder," he urges.
It doesn't take much, a few hard, fast strokes that stimulate that bundle of nerves inside him at the same time as warm fingers jerk his cock almost roughly. KyuHyun shrieks, low and hoarse, the fire in his nerves and skin and blood finally exploding in a white hot series of ripples through his body. He almost sobs with relief, pulses making him spill and spill between them until he collapses insensible.
When he awakens, there's only the slight bruise marks of the cuffs and some stiff/bruised muscles - plus the fact he's in the wrong bed to remind him of the night before. KyuHyun hides under the pillow.