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Written for kpfw_ss ~
Show Me What You Got
Sungmin/Donghae
PG(13?)
I meant to clean this up a bit but I've realized that that probably won't happen any time soon. I AM TOO LAZY FOR MY OWN GOOD. :\
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The first time they kiss, Sungmin is tipsy. Sungmin is tipsy, but Donghae is flat out drunk, cheeks flushed and his ears a bright red. He tries to stand, but only succeeds in wavering a little on his feet before sitting, hard, back onto the couch. Sungmin is tucked away at the end, and he tries not to squirm when Donghae closes his eyes and falls sideways, resting his head high on Sungmin's thigh.
He sighs, and his breath warms Sungmin’s jeans and the skin underneath. His eyes are still shut, but the look on Donghae’s face is troubled, and since no one else seems to notice them there on the couch, Sungmin lets his hand fall, lets himself thread their fingers together, smiles shakily when Donghae tightens his grasp, eyes opening big and frantic.
“Sungmin,” he says, “Sungmin,” and before he can respond Donghae is scrambling to sit up, twisting his body awkwardly until he’s on his knees facing Sungmin without ever letting go of his hand. “I- I need-“ Donghae is stammering and Sungmin can’t quite hear him over the music and the tv and the other’s voices and the blood roaring in his ears. “Please-“ And then Sungmin is kissing him, kissing him because Donghae’s eyes are wide enough to drown in and his lips are soft and there, and his hand is hot against Sungmin’s thigh, Sungmin’s cheek.
Sungmin could kiss him forever. He would kiss him forever, except Donghae is pulling away, not far, just far enough to look at him with something like confusion written across his face. Sungmin knows he has the same look in his eye, because he knows he wants to keep kissing Donghae, but he doesn’t know why. It’s all he feels-Confusion. Donghae’s thumb stroking his cheek. And want.
They’re still for a moment, eyes fixed on each other, before Sungmin catches movement from the corner of his eye and glances over to see Heechul miming gagging noises from just beyond the couch. “Shut up, hyung,” he calls out, voice only wavering a little, enough to write off on the soju he’s ingested. Donghae’s hand falls from his cheek as Heechul cackles at them from a safe distance. He dissolves against Siwon’s side in a laughing fit, the younger man looking put out by the situation in general.
“Stupid-“ Sungmin stands roughly, pointedly ignoring the heat of embarrassment on his face. “I’m going to bed.” He announces before stalking off toward his room, also pointedly ignoring Donghae’s lost stare.
The second time they kiss, Sungmin is half asleep and still a little buzzed. Just in his boxers, buried tight under his blankets in a cocoon of heat, he shuts his eyes against the ringing in his ears and feels his sense of balance pitch and roll even as he lays perfectly still.
He doesn’t hear the quiet click of his door, or the feet padding across the floor, but he does feel his mattress shift under the weight of a second body, eyes snapping open. Someone calmly pulls the blanket away from his face, and then Donghae’s looking at him, expressionless in the darkness of the room.
“Yeah?” Sungmin says softly, throat just a little dry. “Did you need something, Donghae?”
“Hyung.” And Donghae’s voice is a gentle reprimand. Sungmin thinks briefly that he has no business being more sober than Sungmin feels right now, but Donghae’s always been full of surprises like that. There’s nothing to do but roll with it, so Sungmin sits up, a bit of a struggle considering his entire brain feels like a sloshy mess right now.
Donghae’s starting to say something else now, about duty and responsibility and right and wrong. His mouth is moving and his eyes are almost comically serious, but Sungmin can’t bring himself to pay attention-his own eyes trained on Donghae’s lips and remembering the feel of them moving (barely) against his. “Donghae-“ he comes to a decision and interrupts, and those lips stop moving, head cocked to the side. Sungmin pauses for a breath, then states simply (no going back), “I don’t really care.”
"Just shut up,” he says, voice firm and leaving no room for argument. Hands fisting in Donghae's shirt, he pulls himself forward and tilts his head up, just enough for a kiss. Donghae's hands flail for a moment before they catch hold of Sungmin's waist, holding tight but there is hesitation in their grasp. Sungmin drops one of his own hands down to cinch Donghae’s grip tighter, pressing himself forward until he has the younger man pinned down against the bed.
Donghae makes a weak noise of protest and Sungmin shakes his head. “Obviously we both want this,” he pants into Donghae’s mouth, stroking his cheek with the backs of his fingers. “So let’s just go with it, okay?” Please, he doesn’t say. “If we wake up and we hate it-then we can just forget it happened. But for tonight, just. Let’s.”
For a minute it looks like Donghae’s going to refuse, but Sungmin grabs on tight and pulls them close together, chest to chest, an insistent sound coming from the back of his throat. Maybe they’ll both regret this in the morning, but it doesn’t stop the wanting right now. When Donghae nods breathlessly in agreement, Sungmin swings a leg over to straddle his hips, hands rubbing circles into his shoulders and mouth working frantically against his collarbone, his throat, up his jaw then against his mouth. Donghae is moaning (the best sound he’s ever heard him make) and squirming underneath him, hips canting upwards and Sungmin laughs, happy, laughs until Donghae joins in and flips them over, brushes the hair out of Sungmin’s eyes, smile wide.
“Sungmin,” Donghae murmurs against the skin where his mouth is pressed to Sungmin’s neck. Sungmin can feel his smile, can feel Donghae’s eyelashes against the side of his chin. Maybe they’ll regret this in the morning (doesn’t think he will), but for now it’s good. For now (Sungmin drops his hand low, low, past Donghae’s waist), it’s good.
The third time they kiss, Sungmin is slightly hungover, huddled in the kitchen over his coffee and trying hard to ignore everyone else. The morning after was always the worst for him, head pounding, whole body throbbing, arms achy and eyes sore. The others go about their business quietly in the kitchen, all in their own various stages of hungover-dom (or just being courteous to the unlucky ones).
Sungmin had woken up that morning to a twisted mess of sheets, his bare skin cool and slightly sticky in the still air. There was a slight depression on the bed beside him that still held some warmth, and he stared at it silently for just a minute before forcing himself up and to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower.
A door closes and opens somewhere in the apartment. Sungmin stirs at his coffee and doesn’t look up, stubborn. The chair next to him scrapes against the floor, the sound harsh and wince-inducing to the majority of the people there. Except for the person who’d yanked it so roughly, right up next to Sungmin’s side, before plopping down hard in the open seat.
Everyone else does their best to look away politely when Donghae threads one hand in Sungmin’s hair and uses the other to tip up his chin, face set in a stubborn line to match Sungmin’s own. Their eyes meet and Donghae drops the act (he never could keep it up for long), a warm smile spreading from ear to ear. Sungmin is angry and kind of jealous, doesn’t this bastard even get hangovers like a normal person? And then Donghae kisses him, soft and sweet and short, before pulling away and murmuring into the space between their mouths. “Okay?”
Sungmin has to think about it (not for long) before leaning forward to close the gap with another quick kiss. “Whatever,” he says dismissively, but the grin on his face tells everything he won’t say. Donghae beams and hugs him tight, then stands and announces to the room at large, “I’m taking a shower. A long shower. Nobody can interrupt me. Except maybe you,” he adds in a stage whisper, glancing back down at Sungmin.
Rolling his eyes, Sungmin waves him away and focuses back on his now-tepid coffee, unable to help the small smile on his face. He won’t join him in the shower (not today anyway), but later, after his head has cleared and the aches have gone, maybe he’ll catch Donghae on the couch, engrossed in some TV show, and Sungmin will distract him with kisses and cleverly placed hands until Donghae is writhing against him and-yes. That could be fun.
Fun indeed.
Show Me What You Got
Sungmin/Donghae
PG(13?)
I meant to clean this up a bit but I've realized that that probably won't happen any time soon. I AM TOO LAZY FOR MY OWN GOOD. :\
~~~
The first time they kiss, Sungmin is tipsy. Sungmin is tipsy, but Donghae is flat out drunk, cheeks flushed and his ears a bright red. He tries to stand, but only succeeds in wavering a little on his feet before sitting, hard, back onto the couch. Sungmin is tucked away at the end, and he tries not to squirm when Donghae closes his eyes and falls sideways, resting his head high on Sungmin's thigh.
He sighs, and his breath warms Sungmin’s jeans and the skin underneath. His eyes are still shut, but the look on Donghae’s face is troubled, and since no one else seems to notice them there on the couch, Sungmin lets his hand fall, lets himself thread their fingers together, smiles shakily when Donghae tightens his grasp, eyes opening big and frantic.
“Sungmin,” he says, “Sungmin,” and before he can respond Donghae is scrambling to sit up, twisting his body awkwardly until he’s on his knees facing Sungmin without ever letting go of his hand. “I- I need-“ Donghae is stammering and Sungmin can’t quite hear him over the music and the tv and the other’s voices and the blood roaring in his ears. “Please-“ And then Sungmin is kissing him, kissing him because Donghae’s eyes are wide enough to drown in and his lips are soft and there, and his hand is hot against Sungmin’s thigh, Sungmin’s cheek.
Sungmin could kiss him forever. He would kiss him forever, except Donghae is pulling away, not far, just far enough to look at him with something like confusion written across his face. Sungmin knows he has the same look in his eye, because he knows he wants to keep kissing Donghae, but he doesn’t know why. It’s all he feels-Confusion. Donghae’s thumb stroking his cheek. And want.
They’re still for a moment, eyes fixed on each other, before Sungmin catches movement from the corner of his eye and glances over to see Heechul miming gagging noises from just beyond the couch. “Shut up, hyung,” he calls out, voice only wavering a little, enough to write off on the soju he’s ingested. Donghae’s hand falls from his cheek as Heechul cackles at them from a safe distance. He dissolves against Siwon’s side in a laughing fit, the younger man looking put out by the situation in general.
“Stupid-“ Sungmin stands roughly, pointedly ignoring the heat of embarrassment on his face. “I’m going to bed.” He announces before stalking off toward his room, also pointedly ignoring Donghae’s lost stare.
The second time they kiss, Sungmin is half asleep and still a little buzzed. Just in his boxers, buried tight under his blankets in a cocoon of heat, he shuts his eyes against the ringing in his ears and feels his sense of balance pitch and roll even as he lays perfectly still.
He doesn’t hear the quiet click of his door, or the feet padding across the floor, but he does feel his mattress shift under the weight of a second body, eyes snapping open. Someone calmly pulls the blanket away from his face, and then Donghae’s looking at him, expressionless in the darkness of the room.
“Yeah?” Sungmin says softly, throat just a little dry. “Did you need something, Donghae?”
“Hyung.” And Donghae’s voice is a gentle reprimand. Sungmin thinks briefly that he has no business being more sober than Sungmin feels right now, but Donghae’s always been full of surprises like that. There’s nothing to do but roll with it, so Sungmin sits up, a bit of a struggle considering his entire brain feels like a sloshy mess right now.
Donghae’s starting to say something else now, about duty and responsibility and right and wrong. His mouth is moving and his eyes are almost comically serious, but Sungmin can’t bring himself to pay attention-his own eyes trained on Donghae’s lips and remembering the feel of them moving (barely) against his. “Donghae-“ he comes to a decision and interrupts, and those lips stop moving, head cocked to the side. Sungmin pauses for a breath, then states simply (no going back), “I don’t really care.”
"Just shut up,” he says, voice firm and leaving no room for argument. Hands fisting in Donghae's shirt, he pulls himself forward and tilts his head up, just enough for a kiss. Donghae's hands flail for a moment before they catch hold of Sungmin's waist, holding tight but there is hesitation in their grasp. Sungmin drops one of his own hands down to cinch Donghae’s grip tighter, pressing himself forward until he has the younger man pinned down against the bed.
Donghae makes a weak noise of protest and Sungmin shakes his head. “Obviously we both want this,” he pants into Donghae’s mouth, stroking his cheek with the backs of his fingers. “So let’s just go with it, okay?” Please, he doesn’t say. “If we wake up and we hate it-then we can just forget it happened. But for tonight, just. Let’s.”
For a minute it looks like Donghae’s going to refuse, but Sungmin grabs on tight and pulls them close together, chest to chest, an insistent sound coming from the back of his throat. Maybe they’ll both regret this in the morning, but it doesn’t stop the wanting right now. When Donghae nods breathlessly in agreement, Sungmin swings a leg over to straddle his hips, hands rubbing circles into his shoulders and mouth working frantically against his collarbone, his throat, up his jaw then against his mouth. Donghae is moaning (the best sound he’s ever heard him make) and squirming underneath him, hips canting upwards and Sungmin laughs, happy, laughs until Donghae joins in and flips them over, brushes the hair out of Sungmin’s eyes, smile wide.
“Sungmin,” Donghae murmurs against the skin where his mouth is pressed to Sungmin’s neck. Sungmin can feel his smile, can feel Donghae’s eyelashes against the side of his chin. Maybe they’ll regret this in the morning (doesn’t think he will), but for now it’s good. For now (Sungmin drops his hand low, low, past Donghae’s waist), it’s good.
The third time they kiss, Sungmin is slightly hungover, huddled in the kitchen over his coffee and trying hard to ignore everyone else. The morning after was always the worst for him, head pounding, whole body throbbing, arms achy and eyes sore. The others go about their business quietly in the kitchen, all in their own various stages of hungover-dom (or just being courteous to the unlucky ones).
Sungmin had woken up that morning to a twisted mess of sheets, his bare skin cool and slightly sticky in the still air. There was a slight depression on the bed beside him that still held some warmth, and he stared at it silently for just a minute before forcing himself up and to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower.
A door closes and opens somewhere in the apartment. Sungmin stirs at his coffee and doesn’t look up, stubborn. The chair next to him scrapes against the floor, the sound harsh and wince-inducing to the majority of the people there. Except for the person who’d yanked it so roughly, right up next to Sungmin’s side, before plopping down hard in the open seat.
Everyone else does their best to look away politely when Donghae threads one hand in Sungmin’s hair and uses the other to tip up his chin, face set in a stubborn line to match Sungmin’s own. Their eyes meet and Donghae drops the act (he never could keep it up for long), a warm smile spreading from ear to ear. Sungmin is angry and kind of jealous, doesn’t this bastard even get hangovers like a normal person? And then Donghae kisses him, soft and sweet and short, before pulling away and murmuring into the space between their mouths. “Okay?”
Sungmin has to think about it (not for long) before leaning forward to close the gap with another quick kiss. “Whatever,” he says dismissively, but the grin on his face tells everything he won’t say. Donghae beams and hugs him tight, then stands and announces to the room at large, “I’m taking a shower. A long shower. Nobody can interrupt me. Except maybe you,” he adds in a stage whisper, glancing back down at Sungmin.
Rolling his eyes, Sungmin waves him away and focuses back on his now-tepid coffee, unable to help the small smile on his face. He won’t join him in the shower (not today anyway), but later, after his head has cleared and the aches have gone, maybe he’ll catch Donghae on the couch, engrossed in some TV show, and Sungmin will distract him with kisses and cleverly placed hands until Donghae is writhing against him and-yes. That could be fun.
Fun indeed.