Title: Chaos Theory
Pairing: Donghae/Kibum. (Negligible mentions of other pairings.)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1'908
Warning: Explicit sex.
Disclaimer: The characters in this are fictional and any actions and opinions thus thought out and not real.

Summary: Kibum can't remember why he thought that it was a good idea to go clubbing with ( Read more... )

Yesung had always loved Hyukjae's porn, and never more than now, with his hand down his pants, his breath coming in short puffs as he stroked himself to the images on the screen. He could vaguely make out Hyukjae's form from the corner of his eye, next to him on the floor right in front of the couch, enthralled by the video.

It wasn't so much ( Read more... )

As he watched Hyukjae’s jaw drop slowly, Yesung thought that this was definitely one of his more brilliant ideas. He watched the dancer’s throat move as he swallowed.

“Hyung-you-what?”

Yesung smiled, maybe a little too darkly, and Hyukjae suddenly looked nervous. “Let’s watch some porn together.”

“B-but,” Hyukjae stuttered, distressed, “ ( Read more... )

 
( (Off the Record - Part 3) )

Thankfully, there was no residue of awkwardness between them afterwards and their hectic schedule did its part to make sure that things went back to normal. Donghae liked his job, the dancing, the singing, making people happy, being on camera; and the camera liked him. They were all working just a little bit harder to make sure Han Geng’s loss ( Read more... )

Going back to China always felt like a rush during the first few days. Everything was a blur of colors and lights, moving from one place to the next, the constant focus required for understanding even a little of what was going on around him hurting Donghae’s brain. It was exhausting in a mental way that was so much worse than sore muscles after ( Read more... )

Drops of sweat were rolling down Donghae’s neck, getting soaked up by the fabric of his t-shirt as soon as they touched it. He ignored the tickling sensation as he moved through the first parts of their new choreography for Miinah, watching his body crouch and jump in the mirrors, weaving through the gaps between his fellow members.

It was ( Read more... )