[Fic] Underneath
Title: Underneath
Author: Coley Merrin
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Donghae/Kibum
Seeing Kibum on his birthday, going on vacationing with him, only served to remind Donghae just how much he missed Kibum. The way his eyes would smile even if his face said something different, the way his hands gripped Donghae’s hips and held him just how Kibum wanted.
The kisses didn’t hurt either. Urging Kibum to smile for real against Donghae’s mouth, Donghae’s delighted laughter puffing against him.
How many months had it been since they’d had that? He missed Kibum, not just his body, but being able to lay next to him. Sit with him, eat with him, watch him with the others even if he was often quiet. But when they were all together, Donghae felt this incredible feeling of happiness, that his world was just a little bit more right.
So seeing Kibum slipping into the dorm wasn’t exactly odd, but Donghae knew that smile as he nudged Donghae into his own room, locking the door behind them.
“Hey,” Donghae said, just the smallest bit unsure, and hopeful with it.
“Hey,” Kibum said, and kissed him senseless.
He clutched Kibum’s neck, moaning as Kibum claimed his mouth, tasting the coffee he had clearly had and the same agony of being apart that plagued Donghae as well. Kibum’s mouth softened, kissing him quickly before pressing his lips to the sensitive spot beneath Donghae’s ear.
“I wish I could’ve said hello like that the other day,” Donghae said, and felt Kibum chuckle.
“You did,” Kibum said. “With your eyes. Hard to focus after you sent me that look when you left.”
“Oh, that.” Oh. Yeah, he remembered that. And it got him this? Score one, Donghae!
“Yeah, so, I need you do something,” Kibum said, pushing against Donghae’s shoulders when he got no response. “I need you to do something.”
“What?” Donghae asked, so distracted by the rubbing of Kibum’s hips against his.
Kibum’s mouth began to widen, a smug smile that sent a shudder along Donghae’s skin. That mouth pressed to Donghae’s ear, breathing soft and low for a long moment.
“Me,” Kibum breathed. “Happy birthday.”
What? What? Do what? Who? How? His brain seized. Kibum, beneath him, moaning. Or above him, inside, around, beside... He shook his head.
“You want me to do... What? You?”
Kibum chuckled, and his eyes flicked down to Donghae’s hips as he backed away, an unspoken challenge. “Do you think you can?”
He took an unsteady step after him. “Are you sure?”
Kibum ignored him, peeling off his shirt and dropping it beside him. Exposing his shoulders, arms... His stomach... To Donghae’s view. And he wanted Donghae to...
He swallowed convulsively as Kibum’s eyes, dark and questioning rose as if to ask, You going to help me strip, or just stand there like a spectator?
Help, Donghae’s mind supplied.
He wasn’t going to disgrace himself by doing something stupid like freezing up, when Kibum, “Always in control, Kibum,” was offering...something like this. Kibum, whose genuine smiles lit him up inside, whose laugh against his skin made him...
He was so hard he didn’t even know how to describe it. And helping Kibum bare his hips, his thighs... His obvious erection? Wasn’t really helping the problem.
Kibum, when he slipped from Donghae’s grasping hands, spread out with unselfconscious ease. As though he were still dressed, just getting ready for a nap, and like he hadn’t broken Donghae’s brain with an offer that...
His breath was a little hard to find as he threw down his clothes, Kibum lazily watching.
His throat convulsed, his cock, as he slid a knee onto the bed, Kibum’s tongue peeking at the edge of his mouth as his thighs...spread. In invitation. He got as far as kneeling between them, his body eager, reading, willing, and his mind still racing.
“Look,” Kibum said, pushing up onto an elbow. “Only if you want.”
“I want,” Donghae , assuring him. At any other time he might’ve laughed at the question, but now... It was like he’d had a homing beacon implanted. If Kibum pulled the rug out and said, oh, just joking...
Donghae’s hands slid up the tightness of Kibum’s stomach, to the chest that distracted him at the worst times.
He fumbled for the kiss, eager, needing the equilibrium he found in Kibum’s mouth.
And experiencing the temporary amnesia that always came at the heat of Kibum’s kiss. Equilibrium? Insanity. Insanity that had his body plastered to Kibum’s, hips rigid trying not to grind against Kibum’s, and failing as Kibum’s thighs held him so they could do just that.
He groaned in shock, their lips parting, his head falling into the crook of Kibum’s shoulder as their hips rolled quick and sure.
“Who’s in control here?” he asked, trying for a normal voice.
“I said you could top,” Kibum said, nipping Donghae’s ear. “Not that you could be in charge. Hyung.”
Donghae laughed, retaliating by sucking a mark into the sensitive skin of Kibum’s neck. And it was Kibum’s turn to groan, as Donghae’s fingers kneaded teasingly at Kibum’s nipples, the jerk of his hips proof he was affected.
Donghae’s mouth pressed wet, dirty kisses along the length of Kibum’s chest, his stomach. Stabbing his tongue into Kibum’s belly button, and blowing, watching the muscles contract as Kibum reached for him.
“Lube?” Donghae requested, running his nose along the seam of Kibum’s leg and torso, deliberately, agonizingly slow. Maybe some people said he wasn’t with it all the time, but he was a very quick learner. And Kibum, whether he knew it or not, was a very good teacher.
Kibum had clearly thought of this for a while, as Donghae caught the tossed bottle. And he had no goals so much as making Kibum writhe in pleasure (and coming just as hard himself)...
His tongue touched gently, teasingly, beneath the head of Kibum’s cock. It throbbed against his lips. Any other day and he’d have been begging to have it inside of him, spreading his legs or bending over, Kibum’s arms gripping him, taking him. With a moist mouth, his lips spread slow, aiming for distraction as his fingers were slickened.
And sucking hard at Kibum’s erection, his fingers slid easily inside, Kibum’s hips rising in shock, the noises he made strangled and deep.
If they were going to do this, it was going to be done right, he thought, sinking Kibum deeper into his mouth as stroked another finger inside, coiling and rubbing and drawing even more of the infrequent, precious sounds from Kibum’s throat. He chuckled, the vibration spreading, as he saw the way Kibum’s fingers were knotted in the sheets, his cheeks flushed, skin beginning to sheen.
Gently, he disengaged his mouth, but continued to move his fingers, and Kibum cursed, the contracting flesh desperately seeking friction and completion.
“What did you want, Kibummie?” Donghae asked, his fingers teasing.
“You. Donghae. Hyung. Damn it. Fuck me.”
“What’s my name?” Donghae asked, scooting up, removing his fingers to Kibum’s hiss, and positioning himself in the way that Kibum favored. Hips close and teasing, but not quite touching, body close but not heavy.
“Donghae hyung?” Kibum answered, a question in his eyes, and no small bit of defiance.
“No, what’s my name,” he urged, nudging Kibum’s thigh.
“Donghae,” Kibum whispered harshly.
“Yes.” Donghae rewarded him by spreading the taste of his own pre-come along Kibum’s tongue.
“Don’t tease,” Kibum growled.
Donghae’s grin couldn’t be helped. “Never,” he promised. “Ready or not, Kibummie...”
Kibum’s only reaction as Donghae slid inside of him was the tightening of the skin around his eyes, but those eyes stayed open, direct on Donghae’s. Dark and focused. And so sexy.
He was inside, all the way, and Kibum’s eyes closed briefly, mouth quirking.
“So this is what it feels like,” he said. “Interesting.”
That was quite a bit too much analysis in Donghae’s way of thinking, as he drew back, pushed in again. This time, Kibum’s breath caught, just a little and the smirk faded.
“Yeah,” Donghae murmured. “Oh yeah.”
Just like that... Just like that. Together they adjusted, hips working in concert as they figured out angles, and... For a minute or two, he was sort of desperately afraid. Wow, I really suck at this... How does Kibum, how...
He let Kibum know what felt good, so that they were working together, so that it felt good for both of them, and... Now it was Kibum, that guided him. It felt as though his hips weren’t under his own control, Kibum heated and tight around him, teeth rubbing at his jaw. Kibum’s arms, his hands, squeezing him, urging him.
“Donghae...”
He whimpered, the whisper tugging him from ear to groin.
I’m inside of Kibum, taking Kibum, Kibum is hard, why is he gorgeous that hair, I’m inside, unstoppable, I can’t stop too early, just keep going, keep...
Kibum grunted, gasping, as Donghae’s hand, a little fumbling for a second as he worked out a rhythm between hips and hand, began to stroke.
“Fuck, Donghae...”
“I am,” he panted, being nipped in retaliation.
The end was beginning to creep up on him. It spread down his back, his stomach, in his desperately heaving chest. A drop of his sweat dropped onto Kibum’s face, rolling in the mockery of a tear, and for a brief second his eyes focused.
It was the sight of that face, Kibum’s face poised just at the brink of pleasure, that broke him.
“Ki...Kibum!”
His hips spoke for him, nudging closer as his body buzzed, moaning as he felt Kibum pulse over his hand.
He’d made Kibum come, he thought a bit giddily. Or Kibum had made him come, or... Oh hell, it didn’t matter. All he knew was that Kibum felt amazing beneath him, and they were deep in the hazy bliss, and his breathing was loud in Donghae’s ear, and he hadn’t completely disgraced himself.
That was a big one.
“Where’d you learn that?” Kibum asked, his voice rumbling against Donghae’s face.
“From you?” Donghae offered. And he guessed it was partially true, as he let his hand trace down Kibum’s arm.
“I think some of that was just you, hyung,” Kibum murmured.
And as Donghae sucked greedily on Kibum’s tempting, offered, lower lip, he wasn’t really about to argue.
“So whose gift was that really?” Donghae asked, as Kibum found a spot on the bed that pleased him to relax on. Donghae’s birthday wasn’t for weeks...
Kibum’s eyes were closed, but his smirk was spreading. And that was really all the answer Donghae needed.
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Donghae/Kibum
Seeing Kibum on his birthday, going on vacationing with him, only served to remind Donghae just how much he missed Kibum. The way his eyes would smile even if his face said something different, the way his hands gripped Donghae’s hips and held him just how Kibum wanted.
The kisses didn’t hurt either. Urging Kibum to smile for real against Donghae’s mouth, Donghae’s delighted laughter puffing against him.
How many months had it been since they’d had that? He missed Kibum, not just his body, but being able to lay next to him. Sit with him, eat with him, watch him with the others even if he was often quiet. But when they were all together, Donghae felt this incredible feeling of happiness, that his world was just a little bit more right.
So seeing Kibum slipping into the dorm wasn’t exactly odd, but Donghae knew that smile as he nudged Donghae into his own room, locking the door behind them.
“Hey,” Donghae said, just the smallest bit unsure, and hopeful with it.
“Hey,” Kibum said, and kissed him senseless.
He clutched Kibum’s neck, moaning as Kibum claimed his mouth, tasting the coffee he had clearly had and the same agony of being apart that plagued Donghae as well. Kibum’s mouth softened, kissing him quickly before pressing his lips to the sensitive spot beneath Donghae’s ear.
“I wish I could’ve said hello like that the other day,” Donghae said, and felt Kibum chuckle.
“You did,” Kibum said. “With your eyes. Hard to focus after you sent me that look when you left.”
“Oh, that.” Oh. Yeah, he remembered that. And it got him this? Score one, Donghae!
“Yeah, so, I need you do something,” Kibum said, pushing against Donghae’s shoulders when he got no response. “I need you to do something.”
“What?” Donghae asked, so distracted by the rubbing of Kibum’s hips against his.
Kibum’s mouth began to widen, a smug smile that sent a shudder along Donghae’s skin. That mouth pressed to Donghae’s ear, breathing soft and low for a long moment.
“Me,” Kibum breathed. “Happy birthday.”
What? What? Do what? Who? How? His brain seized. Kibum, beneath him, moaning. Or above him, inside, around, beside... He shook his head.
“You want me to do... What? You?”
Kibum chuckled, and his eyes flicked down to Donghae’s hips as he backed away, an unspoken challenge. “Do you think you can?”
He took an unsteady step after him. “Are you sure?”
Kibum ignored him, peeling off his shirt and dropping it beside him. Exposing his shoulders, arms... His stomach... To Donghae’s view. And he wanted Donghae to...
He swallowed convulsively as Kibum’s eyes, dark and questioning rose as if to ask, You going to help me strip, or just stand there like a spectator?
Help, Donghae’s mind supplied.
He wasn’t going to disgrace himself by doing something stupid like freezing up, when Kibum, “Always in control, Kibum,” was offering...something like this. Kibum, whose genuine smiles lit him up inside, whose laugh against his skin made him...
He was so hard he didn’t even know how to describe it. And helping Kibum bare his hips, his thighs... His obvious erection? Wasn’t really helping the problem.
Kibum, when he slipped from Donghae’s grasping hands, spread out with unselfconscious ease. As though he were still dressed, just getting ready for a nap, and like he hadn’t broken Donghae’s brain with an offer that...
His breath was a little hard to find as he threw down his clothes, Kibum lazily watching.
His throat convulsed, his cock, as he slid a knee onto the bed, Kibum’s tongue peeking at the edge of his mouth as his thighs...spread. In invitation. He got as far as kneeling between them, his body eager, reading, willing, and his mind still racing.
“Look,” Kibum said, pushing up onto an elbow. “Only if you want.”
“I want,” Donghae , assuring him. At any other time he might’ve laughed at the question, but now... It was like he’d had a homing beacon implanted. If Kibum pulled the rug out and said, oh, just joking...
Donghae’s hands slid up the tightness of Kibum’s stomach, to the chest that distracted him at the worst times.
He fumbled for the kiss, eager, needing the equilibrium he found in Kibum’s mouth.
And experiencing the temporary amnesia that always came at the heat of Kibum’s kiss. Equilibrium? Insanity. Insanity that had his body plastered to Kibum’s, hips rigid trying not to grind against Kibum’s, and failing as Kibum’s thighs held him so they could do just that.
He groaned in shock, their lips parting, his head falling into the crook of Kibum’s shoulder as their hips rolled quick and sure.
“Who’s in control here?” he asked, trying for a normal voice.
“I said you could top,” Kibum said, nipping Donghae’s ear. “Not that you could be in charge. Hyung.”
Donghae laughed, retaliating by sucking a mark into the sensitive skin of Kibum’s neck. And it was Kibum’s turn to groan, as Donghae’s fingers kneaded teasingly at Kibum’s nipples, the jerk of his hips proof he was affected.
Donghae’s mouth pressed wet, dirty kisses along the length of Kibum’s chest, his stomach. Stabbing his tongue into Kibum’s belly button, and blowing, watching the muscles contract as Kibum reached for him.
“Lube?” Donghae requested, running his nose along the seam of Kibum’s leg and torso, deliberately, agonizingly slow. Maybe some people said he wasn’t with it all the time, but he was a very quick learner. And Kibum, whether he knew it or not, was a very good teacher.
Kibum had clearly thought of this for a while, as Donghae caught the tossed bottle. And he had no goals so much as making Kibum writhe in pleasure (and coming just as hard himself)...
His tongue touched gently, teasingly, beneath the head of Kibum’s cock. It throbbed against his lips. Any other day and he’d have been begging to have it inside of him, spreading his legs or bending over, Kibum’s arms gripping him, taking him. With a moist mouth, his lips spread slow, aiming for distraction as his fingers were slickened.
And sucking hard at Kibum’s erection, his fingers slid easily inside, Kibum’s hips rising in shock, the noises he made strangled and deep.
If they were going to do this, it was going to be done right, he thought, sinking Kibum deeper into his mouth as stroked another finger inside, coiling and rubbing and drawing even more of the infrequent, precious sounds from Kibum’s throat. He chuckled, the vibration spreading, as he saw the way Kibum’s fingers were knotted in the sheets, his cheeks flushed, skin beginning to sheen.
Gently, he disengaged his mouth, but continued to move his fingers, and Kibum cursed, the contracting flesh desperately seeking friction and completion.
“What did you want, Kibummie?” Donghae asked, his fingers teasing.
“You. Donghae. Hyung. Damn it. Fuck me.”
“What’s my name?” Donghae asked, scooting up, removing his fingers to Kibum’s hiss, and positioning himself in the way that Kibum favored. Hips close and teasing, but not quite touching, body close but not heavy.
“Donghae hyung?” Kibum answered, a question in his eyes, and no small bit of defiance.
“No, what’s my name,” he urged, nudging Kibum’s thigh.
“Donghae,” Kibum whispered harshly.
“Yes.” Donghae rewarded him by spreading the taste of his own pre-come along Kibum’s tongue.
“Don’t tease,” Kibum growled.
Donghae’s grin couldn’t be helped. “Never,” he promised. “Ready or not, Kibummie...”
Kibum’s only reaction as Donghae slid inside of him was the tightening of the skin around his eyes, but those eyes stayed open, direct on Donghae’s. Dark and focused. And so sexy.
He was inside, all the way, and Kibum’s eyes closed briefly, mouth quirking.
“So this is what it feels like,” he said. “Interesting.”
That was quite a bit too much analysis in Donghae’s way of thinking, as he drew back, pushed in again. This time, Kibum’s breath caught, just a little and the smirk faded.
“Yeah,” Donghae murmured. “Oh yeah.”
Just like that... Just like that. Together they adjusted, hips working in concert as they figured out angles, and... For a minute or two, he was sort of desperately afraid. Wow, I really suck at this... How does Kibum, how...
He let Kibum know what felt good, so that they were working together, so that it felt good for both of them, and... Now it was Kibum, that guided him. It felt as though his hips weren’t under his own control, Kibum heated and tight around him, teeth rubbing at his jaw. Kibum’s arms, his hands, squeezing him, urging him.
“Donghae...”
He whimpered, the whisper tugging him from ear to groin.
I’m inside of Kibum, taking Kibum, Kibum is hard, why is he gorgeous that hair, I’m inside, unstoppable, I can’t stop too early, just keep going, keep...
Kibum grunted, gasping, as Donghae’s hand, a little fumbling for a second as he worked out a rhythm between hips and hand, began to stroke.
“Fuck, Donghae...”
“I am,” he panted, being nipped in retaliation.
The end was beginning to creep up on him. It spread down his back, his stomach, in his desperately heaving chest. A drop of his sweat dropped onto Kibum’s face, rolling in the mockery of a tear, and for a brief second his eyes focused.
It was the sight of that face, Kibum’s face poised just at the brink of pleasure, that broke him.
“Ki...Kibum!”
His hips spoke for him, nudging closer as his body buzzed, moaning as he felt Kibum pulse over his hand.
He’d made Kibum come, he thought a bit giddily. Or Kibum had made him come, or... Oh hell, it didn’t matter. All he knew was that Kibum felt amazing beneath him, and they were deep in the hazy bliss, and his breathing was loud in Donghae’s ear, and he hadn’t completely disgraced himself.
That was a big one.
“Where’d you learn that?” Kibum asked, his voice rumbling against Donghae’s face.
“From you?” Donghae offered. And he guessed it was partially true, as he let his hand trace down Kibum’s arm.
“I think some of that was just you, hyung,” Kibum murmured.
And as Donghae sucked greedily on Kibum’s tempting, offered, lower lip, he wasn’t really about to argue.
“So whose gift was that really?” Donghae asked, as Kibum found a spot on the bed that pleased him to relax on. Donghae’s birthday wasn’t for weeks...
Kibum’s eyes were closed, but his smirk was spreading. And that was really all the answer Donghae needed.
***