FIC-HAND FETISH- EUNHAE ONESHOT NC-17
Title: Hand fetish
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae (Eunhae)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just an excuse to write Eunhae porn~
Warnings: CRACK, CRACKY PORN SRSLY, BE WARNED, also, TOP HAE
Beta and mastermind behind all of this: wookism
N/A: Blame my beta, I wrote this for her. It's 4am I have nothing intelligent to say, just read and enjoy, and comment of course.
~*~*~*~
Donghae never thought of it as an intentional thing. To him, it was nothing more than pure curiosity, maybe linked to a bit of healthy masculine comparison.
At least at the beginning.
Only at the beginning.
Because now, he was absolutely aware that his fixation with Hyukjae's hands wasn't founded on curiosity and it wasn't healthy at all.
And of course Hyukjae, like the idiot he was, had to ruin everything (because it was Hyukjae's fault, Donghae had perfect control of himself, and his body).
“Donghae, I am afraid to ask but... is the game exciting you?”
Absolute control...
“...Donghae?”
Control...
“...Hae?”
He really had...
“Why are you staring at the wall like you want to hit yourself with it?”
Donghae was a professional guy, he woke up at the indicated time for his schedules, tried to sleep as much as he could, he flirted when indicated, was cute when indicated. He had his life in order, no miscalculations when it came to the things he could control.
Apparently him jumping on top of Hyukjae wasn't a thing he could control.
“Hyukkie.”
He tried (he really did) to say it an innocent voice that came more like a growl.
“Y-yes?”
“You know... I like your hands a lot, I've found myself looking at them a lot lately. Can I touch them?”
“You always touch my hands, Donghae, what are you...ohhhh.”
Donghae decided that 'touching' could also apply to 'licking' and 'sucking' because that was what he meant. Hyukjae was just dumb for not understanding.
Then he heard a moan, and forgot why was he calling Hyukjae dumb.
After much licking and sucking from Donghae, he found with some sort of satisfaction, that now they were in very similar state of arousal.
He wanted to see more.
Hyukjae had his eyes closed, trying to breath normally to manage some sort of speak, (probably to demand some sort of explanation), his face was flushed, his mouth slightly open, and his neck had thin line of sweat that surely formed over the tension of prior activities.
“Hae.” He heard Hyukjae say and got kind of nervous.
He forgot in all his calculations and plans that Hyukjae could probably get mad at him for engaging with such acts with his own fingers. He was about to ask for forgiveness to gain enough time to run back to Mopko, when Hyukjae made his brain freeze (or combust) with a single action.
He licked his index finger slowly, while staring at Donghae all the time.
One of the fingers he had almost devoured not even a minute ago was now in Hyukjae's mouth.
He vaguely remembered the term “to be impossibly hard.” He wasn't impossibly hard.
With Hyukjae sucking his own fingers like that, everything could get harder beyond possibilities.
“H-Hyukkie...?”
“You know, Donghae,” said Hyukjae smiling sweetly at him, “you have weird fetishes.”
“I don't!” he was glad to see that he could still manage to fight with Hyukjae “I-I-I just... It's your fault!” was he blushing? “your hands are distracting, and I suddenly wanted to...”
“Eat them?”
For two guys with hard-ons they sure could talk a lot.
And hold long staring contests.
“Kiss me.”
“What?!”
“You heard me, if you're going to suck my fingers, and expect to do something with me that involves that” Hyukjae pointed at Donghae's bulge “you should at least kiss me.”
Donghae was a smart guy.
Smart guys know when to shut up and obey.
For a first kiss, it wasn't that bad. But of course, it wasn’t their first kiss together, nor their first kiss as individuals, because that thing that Hyukjae did with his tongue needed practice, because damn.
What was he thinking about?
“Stop thinking so much Donghae, it's annoying,” said a voice over him, and he had to wonder at what moment did Hyukjae decided to sit in his lap and straddle his hips making the room impossibly hot.
He was quite sure that if sex had some sort of stages. They skipped them all, because he had serious doubts that a makeup session (very hot, mind you) would lead immediately to a hand in his pants massaging his cock (not that he minded at all, Hyukjae had very talented hands), and his hand trying to desperately grab the other’s butt.
So much for romance and eroticism.
Everything was so hot, and fast, and frantic, and mind-blowing, that Donghae wasn't sure if he could manage going trough a whole course of foreplay.
“Hae... Hae... please,” said a moaning Hyukjae snapping him back to reality, “I-I want...”
For the way Hyukjae was moving over him, and kissing his neck, and stroking his cock, and urging his hands in the others pants, he didn't need too much to figure what he was being asked.
So much for a blowjob.
“I'll suck your dick next time, you idiot, now hurry up and fuck me.”
They were undressed in less than a second Hyukjae was now on his knees (something that Donghae decided was quite the pretty sight) and elbows waiting for Donghae to prepare him, a bottle of lube was already next to them.
Donghae, of course, had other ideas.
“Do it yourself.”
“What?!”
“You heard me, I wanna see your fingers in there.”
When he saw Hyukjae moving, he expected a slap, a punch, maybe a kick in the balls; anything, except the low moan that came from the other.
He was doing it.
A long, slim and lubed finger was slowly massaging Hyukjae's entrance, until it entered. Hyukjae was moaning and moving his hips on rhythm with the thrusting he started to do with his finger.
Donghae forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to blink.
And then Hyukjae added another finger and found his prostate almost at same time arching his body and moaning in ecstasy.
“Hae...”
So much for a show.
It was mostly a blur, the process in which he took the lube and coated his erection with it while Hyukjae scissored his fingers staring at him with attention and penetrated the other slowly.
At that point everything became blindingly vivid.
Hyukjae, his legs surrounding Donghae's hips, while the last had his cock buried in Hyukjae, both of them breathing slowly, trying to get some control, one because it was kind of painful, the other because it was really tight, and delicious in there.
As a romantic guy, Donghae liked to think that sex was a magical experience that was mostly about some sort of connection between two souls that made the whole experience enjoyable and amazing.
While he started thrusting inside Hyukjae, he decided that there were some times where the sex was simply fucking amazing.
He wondered why they never did it before.
“B-because, we're idiots-s” came the answer followed by demands of faster, stronger and right there, that Donghae was more that happy to comply.
His thrusts were starting to get frantic, and Hyukjae was starting to lose control too, he noticed, with some sort of satisfaction that made him hit the others prostate savagely.
Donghae heard Hyukjae screaming his name; he felt his walls tightening around him. He couldn’t remember much after that, maybe a few more thrusts, and he was seeing angels, that were disturbingly similar to monkeys with wings.
So that was a blinding orgasm.
He separated from Hyukjae, lying next to him, both of them breathing quickly, covered in sweat and consequences, Donghae also noticed that they had insane smiles on their faces.
Donghae would call Kibum in the morning to thank him for helping him get an apartment just for himself.
Right now Hyukjae giving him a hickey on his hip was too distracting to even remember Kibum's name.
So much for cuddling.
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae (Eunhae)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just an excuse to write Eunhae porn~
Warnings: CRACK, CRACKY PORN SRSLY, BE WARNED, also, TOP HAE
Beta and mastermind behind all of this: wookism
N/A: Blame my beta, I wrote this for her. It's 4am I have nothing intelligent to say, just read and enjoy, and comment of course.
~*~*~*~
Donghae never thought of it as an intentional thing. To him, it was nothing more than pure curiosity, maybe linked to a bit of healthy masculine comparison.
At least at the beginning.
Only at the beginning.
Because now, he was absolutely aware that his fixation with Hyukjae's hands wasn't founded on curiosity and it wasn't healthy at all.
And of course Hyukjae, like the idiot he was, had to ruin everything (because it was Hyukjae's fault, Donghae had perfect control of himself, and his body).
“Donghae, I am afraid to ask but... is the game exciting you?”
Absolute control...
“...Donghae?”
Control...
“...Hae?”
He really had...
“Why are you staring at the wall like you want to hit yourself with it?”
Donghae was a professional guy, he woke up at the indicated time for his schedules, tried to sleep as much as he could, he flirted when indicated, was cute when indicated. He had his life in order, no miscalculations when it came to the things he could control.
Apparently him jumping on top of Hyukjae wasn't a thing he could control.
“Hyukkie.”
He tried (he really did) to say it an innocent voice that came more like a growl.
“Y-yes?”
“You know... I like your hands a lot, I've found myself looking at them a lot lately. Can I touch them?”
“You always touch my hands, Donghae, what are you...ohhhh.”
Donghae decided that 'touching' could also apply to 'licking' and 'sucking' because that was what he meant. Hyukjae was just dumb for not understanding.
Then he heard a moan, and forgot why was he calling Hyukjae dumb.
After much licking and sucking from Donghae, he found with some sort of satisfaction, that now they were in very similar state of arousal.
He wanted to see more.
Hyukjae had his eyes closed, trying to breath normally to manage some sort of speak, (probably to demand some sort of explanation), his face was flushed, his mouth slightly open, and his neck had thin line of sweat that surely formed over the tension of prior activities.
“Hae.” He heard Hyukjae say and got kind of nervous.
He forgot in all his calculations and plans that Hyukjae could probably get mad at him for engaging with such acts with his own fingers. He was about to ask for forgiveness to gain enough time to run back to Mopko, when Hyukjae made his brain freeze (or combust) with a single action.
He licked his index finger slowly, while staring at Donghae all the time.
One of the fingers he had almost devoured not even a minute ago was now in Hyukjae's mouth.
He vaguely remembered the term “to be impossibly hard.” He wasn't impossibly hard.
With Hyukjae sucking his own fingers like that, everything could get harder beyond possibilities.
“H-Hyukkie...?”
“You know, Donghae,” said Hyukjae smiling sweetly at him, “you have weird fetishes.”
“I don't!” he was glad to see that he could still manage to fight with Hyukjae “I-I-I just... It's your fault!” was he blushing? “your hands are distracting, and I suddenly wanted to...”
“Eat them?”
For two guys with hard-ons they sure could talk a lot.
And hold long staring contests.
“Kiss me.”
“What?!”
“You heard me, if you're going to suck my fingers, and expect to do something with me that involves that” Hyukjae pointed at Donghae's bulge “you should at least kiss me.”
Donghae was a smart guy.
Smart guys know when to shut up and obey.
For a first kiss, it wasn't that bad. But of course, it wasn’t their first kiss together, nor their first kiss as individuals, because that thing that Hyukjae did with his tongue needed practice, because damn.
What was he thinking about?
“Stop thinking so much Donghae, it's annoying,” said a voice over him, and he had to wonder at what moment did Hyukjae decided to sit in his lap and straddle his hips making the room impossibly hot.
He was quite sure that if sex had some sort of stages. They skipped them all, because he had serious doubts that a makeup session (very hot, mind you) would lead immediately to a hand in his pants massaging his cock (not that he minded at all, Hyukjae had very talented hands), and his hand trying to desperately grab the other’s butt.
So much for romance and eroticism.
Everything was so hot, and fast, and frantic, and mind-blowing, that Donghae wasn't sure if he could manage going trough a whole course of foreplay.
“Hae... Hae... please,” said a moaning Hyukjae snapping him back to reality, “I-I want...”
For the way Hyukjae was moving over him, and kissing his neck, and stroking his cock, and urging his hands in the others pants, he didn't need too much to figure what he was being asked.
So much for a blowjob.
“I'll suck your dick next time, you idiot, now hurry up and fuck me.”
They were undressed in less than a second Hyukjae was now on his knees (something that Donghae decided was quite the pretty sight) and elbows waiting for Donghae to prepare him, a bottle of lube was already next to them.
Donghae, of course, had other ideas.
“Do it yourself.”
“What?!”
“You heard me, I wanna see your fingers in there.”
When he saw Hyukjae moving, he expected a slap, a punch, maybe a kick in the balls; anything, except the low moan that came from the other.
He was doing it.
A long, slim and lubed finger was slowly massaging Hyukjae's entrance, until it entered. Hyukjae was moaning and moving his hips on rhythm with the thrusting he started to do with his finger.
Donghae forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to blink.
And then Hyukjae added another finger and found his prostate almost at same time arching his body and moaning in ecstasy.
“Hae...”
So much for a show.
It was mostly a blur, the process in which he took the lube and coated his erection with it while Hyukjae scissored his fingers staring at him with attention and penetrated the other slowly.
At that point everything became blindingly vivid.
Hyukjae, his legs surrounding Donghae's hips, while the last had his cock buried in Hyukjae, both of them breathing slowly, trying to get some control, one because it was kind of painful, the other because it was really tight, and delicious in there.
As a romantic guy, Donghae liked to think that sex was a magical experience that was mostly about some sort of connection between two souls that made the whole experience enjoyable and amazing.
While he started thrusting inside Hyukjae, he decided that there were some times where the sex was simply fucking amazing.
He wondered why they never did it before.
“B-because, we're idiots-s” came the answer followed by demands of faster, stronger and right there, that Donghae was more that happy to comply.
His thrusts were starting to get frantic, and Hyukjae was starting to lose control too, he noticed, with some sort of satisfaction that made him hit the others prostate savagely.
Donghae heard Hyukjae screaming his name; he felt his walls tightening around him. He couldn’t remember much after that, maybe a few more thrusts, and he was seeing angels, that were disturbingly similar to monkeys with wings.
So that was a blinding orgasm.
He separated from Hyukjae, lying next to him, both of them breathing quickly, covered in sweat and consequences, Donghae also noticed that they had insane smiles on their faces.
Donghae would call Kibum in the morning to thank him for helping him get an apartment just for himself.
Right now Hyukjae giving him a hickey on his hip was too distracting to even remember Kibum's name.
So much for cuddling.