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Title: Secrets from Saints
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hyukjae/Eeteuk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 680
Summary: If he thought things would be easier for him with Eeteuk once Kangin was gone he'd been sorely mistaken.
Disclaimer: Here if it's really needed.
Notes: Idk what this is I guess I'm liking the light bondage as of late? Was written in 30 mins or so so not my best work but I was bored and had a muse. Enjoy anyway? :\
Hyukjae can hear muffled voices as he steps into the apartment and he can't help but sigh dejectedly to himself as he shuts the door behind him. It's been going on for a while now and always stops abruptly whenever the two realize he is within earshot.
He knows he shouldn't let it bother him. It's not like it's a new thing to find Kangin and Eeteuk huddled conspiratorially together, sometimes a devious giggle slipping from Eeteuk's lips or a smirk passing quickly over Kangin's face and disappearing as quickly as it appears. But somehow this is different. The looks that he's flashed when they see him are different. He can't help but be a little self-conscious and more than a little jealous.
Kangin's had his own place for months now, but more and more he finds him on Eeteuk's bed, sitting at his side on the couch, across from him at the kitchen table squeezing his hand. He doesn't like it, though after a little thought he can't seem to give himself solid enough reasons to be upset. It's how they've always been.
Yet there he is biting down on his bottom lip and wondering just if he should make his presence known or slip out again unnoticed lest he discover the subject of all the sudden hushed words and quick glances. If he thought things would be easier for him with Eeteuk once Kangin was gone he'd been sorely mistaken.
Before he could come to a decision, though, Eeteuk's door was opening and Kangin was stepping out. His eyes immediately rested on Hyukjae as he left the door slightly cracked and a small smile quirked the side of his mouth. "You're late." The words were simple and left Hyukjae confused, reaching up to run a hand through his hair for lack of anything better to do.
This seemed to more than please Kangin, who just patted his shoulder gently, sparing a glance to the cracked door before back at the younger man. And then he was gone and Hyukjae was alone in an eerily quiet apartment, his own gaze flickering to the strip of light showing in the room down the hall.
His curiosity was peaked and he couldn't help but walk towards it, the odd glances and whispers playing back in his head and getting the best of him. Stopping in front of the door he raised a hand to knock but stopped, hesitating before pushing it open slowly and glancing inside.
His eyes widened instantly as he took in the sights, gripping onto the door frame to steady himself. Eeteuk was there on the bed staring back at him, a flush spread over his cheeks but that familiar devious grin playing over his lips. Only this time there was something more raw... desperate, to it.
Hyukjae let his eyes roam over the lithe body his own cheeks flushing at the expanse of bare skin disappearing under a crisp white sheet, low enough to show the slight dip in his hips and the obvious lack of any clothing whatsoever. "You're late," he murmured softly, and Hyukjae could only swallow thickly.
He watched as a delicate finger beckoned him forward, the light glinting off of the metal cuffs binding him to the bed, attention wrapped until the older boy spoke again softly, the pouting lips working perfectly to his advantage. "Wanna come help me out?"
'Oh.....' Hyukjae thought to himself as he walked into the room and shut the door firmly behind him. Snatches of hushed comments and sly glances came back to mind as he walked towards the bed. "Oh," he spoke out loud without realizing it as he sunk down onto the bed, fingers reaching out to touch creamy skin.
His last thought was how he should invite Kangin to dinner before correcting himself. Kangin would be there again soon, invitation or not. But as he leaned down to kiss soft lips, a small shudder running through him he decided if he was going to get presents like this every time he'd get him his own key.