skeleton boys
skeleton boys
nc-17
donghae/eunhyuk
Hyukjae loves to come in Donghae's mouth
This isn't the porn I promised t-list but at leas it's porn?
skeleton boys
Hyukjae loves to come in Donghae’s mouth.
Not that Donghae actually lets him do it often, but when he does Hyukjae comes so hard he’s left flung open and all the colors saturate before his vision, find focus in the dazed look in Donghae’s eyes. One of these days he is sure Donghae will finally break him down into nothing but trembling and shameless want. Donghae’s mouth is hot and insanely tight, and the whole thing is dirty and obscene and everything that love shouldn’t be.
And that’s the thing. Hyukjae’s never certain whether he’s just fucking Donghae’s mouth or if he’s making love to it. If mouths can be made love to that is.
All of a sudden, Hyukjae feels all the air knocked out of him. He looks down and there is Donghae, an amused scowl on his lips as he grips the base of Hyukjae’s cock, his nails digging into the skin and what the fuck.
Regaining his breath, Hyukjae manages to speak over the blinding pain in his cock. “Are you fucking insane, Donghae?”
Donghae’s grip doesn’t relent and if it weren’t for the fact that Hyukjae is with his jeans shoved halfway down his thighs and with an erection that is mainly Donghae’s fault, he’d shove Donghae on his ass and possibly kick him in the balls for good measure.
“Are you? I don’t care if you come or not but if I’m sucking you off I’d like you to at least pretend to be into it.”
Hyukjae gasps awkwardly and Donghae smirks. He gives Hyukjae’s cock a soft tug, just slightly rough fingers this time, and Hyukjae moans and bucks forward.
“Idiot,” Donghae mutters before pressing a wet kiss to the head of Hyukjae’s cock.
It hits Hyukjae that he is an idiot, because here he has Donghae on his knees, lips slightly red and abused with his hair falling into his eyes kneeling in front of Hyukjae, for Hyukjae, and all he’s been doing is thinking about fucking Donghae’s mouth instead of enjoying the real thing, live and in color.
He does now. He threads his fingers in Donghae’s hair and pulls, silently begging for Donghae to take him into his mouth again. And begging is desperate, it’s weak and it gives Donghae an upper hand he will thoroughly and surely take advantage of but it’s exactly what Hyukjae’s hips do, pivoting forward and pushing his cock against Donghae’s already wet lips. He looks down at Donghae, his want laid out open and tangled between his eyelashes for Donghae to pick apart and maybe being vulnerable is scary and pride dampening but there isn’t really anyone else Hyukjae lets himself be vulnerable with. There is no true vulnerability with Donghae, Donghae who is an open book, the covers on the windows to his very soul never closed but flipped somewhere in the middle instead. All it takes is a glance, a quick interpretation and Hyukjae knows what Donghae wants, feels, needs, even when Donghae doesn’t want him to.
Getting up on his knees, Donghae gives him a quick squeeze, hands traveling to fan out against Hyukjae’s pelvis and fingers indenting his skin, marks that might last for days. Hyukjae sucks his stomach in on reflex and Donghae licks across Hyukjae’s lower abdomen causing the hands in his hair to tighten, the words stuck on Hyukjae’s tongue trapped on the roof of his mouth.
Hyukjae’s about to beg, verbally this time, but Donghae saves him the trouble. He keeps Hyukjae’s hips in place and dips his head to take Hyukjae into his mouth again. Hyukjae practically melts into the wall, tugging on Donghae’s hair gently, encouraging. Hyukjae is almost painfully hard but he doesn’t care that Donghae goes slow, dragging his lips along Hyukjae’s cock until the tip brushes the back of his throat because Donghae hollows his cheeks and takes him tight, mindful that the underside of Hyukjae’s cock is especially sensitive and that tonguing the skin between cock and balls turns Hyukjae into a moaning shaking mess.
Donghae alternates between looking up at Hyukjae and closing his eyes, playing with that line of telling Hyukjae he wants this too and letting Hyukjae think it’s nothing more than a favor. They’ve been doing this for years, playing with that line of friends and more, between fucking out of desperation and because coming with his hand is never as good as it is with Donghae from the first time Donghae woke up one morning, hard in Hyukjae’s bed and Hyukjae didn’t say no when Donghae rolled their hips together until they came together.
Donghae sucks one final time before he backs off and Hyukjae fists his hair, nails piercing his scalp.
“Fuck, Donghae please.”
Donghae gets up and Hyukjae’s protests die as he starts undoing his belt, shifting a bit until his cock is free, as hard and wet as Hyukjae’s is. He backs Hyukjae further into the wall, pushes their hips together and Hyukjae bites down on a groan.
“I don’t know about you, but I want to come,” he says and gives a light thrust, a slow rock to see how far Hyukjae is gone and how much he can take.
It’s not a lot but he can hold out and he pushes back against Donghae, their bones and skin biting and sliding with the sweat stuck to their t-shirts. Donghae tilts his head and kisses the side of Hyukjae’s neck and running his tongue along the hot skin. Hyukjae’s throat rumbles with a moan and he rocks against Donghae, their cocks rutting against each other.
Donghae bites down, taking enough skin between his teeth to leave the smallest of marks, and Hyukjae grunts and his thrusts become erratic. He wants to come, he knows Donghae knows, but he also knows Donghae has this stupid obsession with making Hyukjae wait because he knows Hyukjae hates to wait, because Hyukjae is impatience with one goal and Donghae likes dangling Hyukjae in his fingers. Sometimes literally.
The drag of Donghae’s lips up Hyukjae’s neck is soft and teasing, a mockery of the way he thrusts his hips and fists them both with his hand. He reaches Hyukjae’s ear and mouths wetly.
“You want to come, don’t you? Tell me you want it, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae manages to hash out a glare, eyes narrowed and pleading. Before Hyukjae learned what Donghae’s mouth tasted like with a bit of Hyukjae’s cum on his tongue, Hyukjae had pride when it came to sex. Donghae flicks his wrist, palm rough on the burning skin of their cocks as he slides his hand and thumbs Hyukjae’s slit. Hyukjae moans lowly. He used to have pride.
“Damn it. You know I want to come. Stop. Stop fucking around,” he hisses through gritted teeth and his voice dwindles into a whine despite himself.
Donghae lets Hyukjae force his legs apart with one of his own. Hyukjae’s shoe screeching against the floor is the only sound beside their breathing. Their legs tangle and Donghae smiles against the corner of Hyukjae’s mouth. “But I thought you loved it when I fuck around.”
“Donghae if you don’t-”
Donghae swallows whatever Hyukjae is going to say with his mouth, the words go down his throat the way his cum would have and the thought makes Hyukjae kiss Donghae back, lure Donghae’s tongue inside his mouth and groan. They don’t always kiss so when they do it always takes Hyukjae’s mind a little, always leaves him more than a little breathless, more than a little wanting. Kisses are a commodity, an extra they don’t always have time for and Donghae likes kissing a little too much, likes kissing Hyukjae a little too much, says he thinks about kissing Hyukjae even when he isn’t around.
Hyukjae’s body is beyond numb now, he’s beyond the pain of Donghae’s fingers scratching against his stomach as he pushes their t-shirts up, their abdomens racked with tension and flexing at the pressure. Donghae’s kiss is both harsh and needy and Hyukjae greedily lets himself melt with Donghae’s lips. He slides his hands toward Hyukjae’s back and down his spine and Hyukjae arches into it, molding his body into whatever Donghae wants, needs him to be. The hands that smooth over his ass send Hyukjae whimpering into Donghae’s mouth but Donghae doesn’t fare any better, with Hyukjae applying enough pressure against Donghae’s erection to have him mindlessly rubbing against Hyukjae’s thigh.
Donghae grips, his fingers outlining the curve of Hyukjae’s ass and slipping between. He runs his knuckles in the crack of Hyukjae ass and Hyukjae bites down on the tongue inside his mouth and rocks his hips faster.
Hyukjae’s chest tightens and it’s like Donghae is knocking the wind out of him again. There is a pause and Donghae likes to push but never snap Hyukjae in half, he takes Hyukjae to the limit but always brings him down with warm hands and an eager willing mouth so Hyukjae waits. This time Donghae doesn’t make him wait long as he pushes a finger inside Hyukjae, his other hand keeping Hyukjae spread open for him.
It’s raw and dry, the opposite of Hyukjae inside Donghae’s mouth, and it triggers something else inside of Hyukjae but it makes his body ache with the same kind of lush pain and desire. Soon, Donghae is working another finger inside of him, and he gives Hyukjae a second to adjust, a second to take his breath back and find his footing so he can thrust against Donghae’s hand, pushing and driving Donghae’s fingers deeper right to where Hyukjae needs them.
Hyukjae’s hands move from Donghae’s arms, and when did they get there he wonders, and they weave in Donghae’s hair, yanking so he can angle Donghae’s mouth and trace it with his tongue and suck on Donghae’s bottom lip. Donghae bucks against him and Hyukjae smiles in satisfaction. The satisfaction only heightens as Donghae’s fingers go deeper, brushing against that spot where all the heat coils and tightens inside of Hyukjae. His hips snap forward and Donghae’s cock presses against his even harder, and Hyukjae sees the same desperation and want Donghae must be seeing in his eyes stare back.
Donghae breaks away from Hyukjae’s mouth. Stays and breathes against him. “Kiss me.”
“I am kissing you,” Hyukjae grounds out, panting for air.
Donghae shakes his head. He presses further so there’s even less space between them now, chests rising and falling harshly against each other and fingers trembling. His fingers are still inside of Hyukjae and his other arm lowers to cup the back of Hyukjae’s thighs to take the pressure of Hyukjae’s lower back as he starts to move again, a thrust here, a step there, and for a dizzying moment it feels like dancing. “Kiss me, Hyukjae,” he asks again, and this time it’s Donghae who is begging. It always startles Hyukjae how Donghae morphs with sex, or how sex morphs Donghae, and how he goes from acting like it doesn’t matter it’s Hyukjae he’s fucking any body will do, to demanding Hyukjae’s kisses like Hyukjae’s mouth is the only mouth he wants to kiss. His stomach clenches. His whole body throbs for Donghae’s mouth.
Hyukjae sighs lightly. He opens his lips against Donghae’s, kisses Donghae’s bottom lip and breathes into Donghae’s mouth. He racks his hands through Donghae’s hair. The same way he kisses him taking it slow because if this is what Donghae needs, Hyukjae’s mouth on his as if it’s the only thing Hyukjae wants to be doing right now, Hyukjae will give it to him. It’s probably half true anyways. Donghae moans into the kiss, whispers things in half mumbled breathers Hyukjae doesn’t catch, relinquishing all control of his mouth to Hyukjae and Hyukjae feels like he’s about to break.
Maybe there’s another pause or maybe Donghae fucks him harder with his fingers, but everything gets a little blurry after that. Hyukjae’s vision clouds over or maybe it clears up, and he finally releases between their stomachs, the front of Donghae’s open jeans stained with Hyukjae’s cum. Donghae rocks against him faster and Hyukjae urges him on, moving with Donghae and pressing his lips against Donghae’s shoulder until he feels him swell unbearably before Donghae spills onto Hyukjae’s stomach and clings to Hyukjae’s tired frame.
Donghae is the first to piece himself back together, adjusting his underwear and zipping up. He leaves his belt undone and Hyukjae rolls his eyes, smiling lightly. It takes him a bit more, and Hyukjae is no more than stretched out skin with fragments of a spine holding him together, clutching onto the tremors of coming undone to keep him together. Hyukjae sighs when he’s a shadow of composed. Donghae hooks his thumb through Hyukjae’s belt hoop, tugs Hyukjae closer so he can kiss his mouth and pull Hyukjae’s shirt the rest of the way down. Hyukjae’s lips feel raw but he doesn’t mind.
“You’re such a mess,” Donghae tells him, finger still hooked to keep Hyukjae close as he pushes Hyukjae hair back.
Hyukjae smiles because Donghae looks as debouched as Hyukjae does, probably more, with his swollen mouth and lazy eyes and his wandering hands filling themselves with Hyukjae’s skin and lips pressing still eager kisses to Hyukjae’s. Donghae may turn Hyukjae into dismantled bones but Donghae is always more than willing to mend all the pieces back together and be the place Hyukjae falls into.
Pulling away from Donghae’s mouth, Hyukjae swipes at the corner of Donghae’s mouth.
“What?” Donghae asks and Hyukjae smiles wider, the breathless daze in Donghae’s voice eliciting a smile.
“Nothing,” Hyukjae says, starting to walk away with Donghae following. “You just had a little something.”
Later, as they’re having lunch, Yesung says to Donghae, “Dude, what is that crap on your lip? We’re not eating mayonnaise.”
And despite the murderous glare Donghae sends him halfway across the table, Hyukjae can’t find it in himself to be intimidated. As much as he loves coming down Donghae’s throat, he loves the groaning withering wreck Donghae becomes when he comes down Hyukjae’s.
fin
a/n: Taking a little break from updating TTLU. T-list keeps asking for porn and I found this in my wip folder and decided to finish it. Hopefully it satisfies someone's eunhae porn needs somewhat. Title is a reference to a song by Friendly Fires.
nc-17
donghae/eunhyuk
Hyukjae loves to come in Donghae's mouth
This isn't the porn I promised t-list but at leas it's porn?
skeleton boys
Hyukjae loves to come in Donghae’s mouth.
Not that Donghae actually lets him do it often, but when he does Hyukjae comes so hard he’s left flung open and all the colors saturate before his vision, find focus in the dazed look in Donghae’s eyes. One of these days he is sure Donghae will finally break him down into nothing but trembling and shameless want. Donghae’s mouth is hot and insanely tight, and the whole thing is dirty and obscene and everything that love shouldn’t be.
And that’s the thing. Hyukjae’s never certain whether he’s just fucking Donghae’s mouth or if he’s making love to it. If mouths can be made love to that is.
All of a sudden, Hyukjae feels all the air knocked out of him. He looks down and there is Donghae, an amused scowl on his lips as he grips the base of Hyukjae’s cock, his nails digging into the skin and what the fuck.
Regaining his breath, Hyukjae manages to speak over the blinding pain in his cock. “Are you fucking insane, Donghae?”
Donghae’s grip doesn’t relent and if it weren’t for the fact that Hyukjae is with his jeans shoved halfway down his thighs and with an erection that is mainly Donghae’s fault, he’d shove Donghae on his ass and possibly kick him in the balls for good measure.
“Are you? I don’t care if you come or not but if I’m sucking you off I’d like you to at least pretend to be into it.”
Hyukjae gasps awkwardly and Donghae smirks. He gives Hyukjae’s cock a soft tug, just slightly rough fingers this time, and Hyukjae moans and bucks forward.
“Idiot,” Donghae mutters before pressing a wet kiss to the head of Hyukjae’s cock.
It hits Hyukjae that he is an idiot, because here he has Donghae on his knees, lips slightly red and abused with his hair falling into his eyes kneeling in front of Hyukjae, for Hyukjae, and all he’s been doing is thinking about fucking Donghae’s mouth instead of enjoying the real thing, live and in color.
He does now. He threads his fingers in Donghae’s hair and pulls, silently begging for Donghae to take him into his mouth again. And begging is desperate, it’s weak and it gives Donghae an upper hand he will thoroughly and surely take advantage of but it’s exactly what Hyukjae’s hips do, pivoting forward and pushing his cock against Donghae’s already wet lips. He looks down at Donghae, his want laid out open and tangled between his eyelashes for Donghae to pick apart and maybe being vulnerable is scary and pride dampening but there isn’t really anyone else Hyukjae lets himself be vulnerable with. There is no true vulnerability with Donghae, Donghae who is an open book, the covers on the windows to his very soul never closed but flipped somewhere in the middle instead. All it takes is a glance, a quick interpretation and Hyukjae knows what Donghae wants, feels, needs, even when Donghae doesn’t want him to.
Getting up on his knees, Donghae gives him a quick squeeze, hands traveling to fan out against Hyukjae’s pelvis and fingers indenting his skin, marks that might last for days. Hyukjae sucks his stomach in on reflex and Donghae licks across Hyukjae’s lower abdomen causing the hands in his hair to tighten, the words stuck on Hyukjae’s tongue trapped on the roof of his mouth.
Hyukjae’s about to beg, verbally this time, but Donghae saves him the trouble. He keeps Hyukjae’s hips in place and dips his head to take Hyukjae into his mouth again. Hyukjae practically melts into the wall, tugging on Donghae’s hair gently, encouraging. Hyukjae is almost painfully hard but he doesn’t care that Donghae goes slow, dragging his lips along Hyukjae’s cock until the tip brushes the back of his throat because Donghae hollows his cheeks and takes him tight, mindful that the underside of Hyukjae’s cock is especially sensitive and that tonguing the skin between cock and balls turns Hyukjae into a moaning shaking mess.
Donghae alternates between looking up at Hyukjae and closing his eyes, playing with that line of telling Hyukjae he wants this too and letting Hyukjae think it’s nothing more than a favor. They’ve been doing this for years, playing with that line of friends and more, between fucking out of desperation and because coming with his hand is never as good as it is with Donghae from the first time Donghae woke up one morning, hard in Hyukjae’s bed and Hyukjae didn’t say no when Donghae rolled their hips together until they came together.
Donghae sucks one final time before he backs off and Hyukjae fists his hair, nails piercing his scalp.
“Fuck, Donghae please.”
Donghae gets up and Hyukjae’s protests die as he starts undoing his belt, shifting a bit until his cock is free, as hard and wet as Hyukjae’s is. He backs Hyukjae further into the wall, pushes their hips together and Hyukjae bites down on a groan.
“I don’t know about you, but I want to come,” he says and gives a light thrust, a slow rock to see how far Hyukjae is gone and how much he can take.
It’s not a lot but he can hold out and he pushes back against Donghae, their bones and skin biting and sliding with the sweat stuck to their t-shirts. Donghae tilts his head and kisses the side of Hyukjae’s neck and running his tongue along the hot skin. Hyukjae’s throat rumbles with a moan and he rocks against Donghae, their cocks rutting against each other.
Donghae bites down, taking enough skin between his teeth to leave the smallest of marks, and Hyukjae grunts and his thrusts become erratic. He wants to come, he knows Donghae knows, but he also knows Donghae has this stupid obsession with making Hyukjae wait because he knows Hyukjae hates to wait, because Hyukjae is impatience with one goal and Donghae likes dangling Hyukjae in his fingers. Sometimes literally.
The drag of Donghae’s lips up Hyukjae’s neck is soft and teasing, a mockery of the way he thrusts his hips and fists them both with his hand. He reaches Hyukjae’s ear and mouths wetly.
“You want to come, don’t you? Tell me you want it, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae manages to hash out a glare, eyes narrowed and pleading. Before Hyukjae learned what Donghae’s mouth tasted like with a bit of Hyukjae’s cum on his tongue, Hyukjae had pride when it came to sex. Donghae flicks his wrist, palm rough on the burning skin of their cocks as he slides his hand and thumbs Hyukjae’s slit. Hyukjae moans lowly. He used to have pride.
“Damn it. You know I want to come. Stop. Stop fucking around,” he hisses through gritted teeth and his voice dwindles into a whine despite himself.
Donghae lets Hyukjae force his legs apart with one of his own. Hyukjae’s shoe screeching against the floor is the only sound beside their breathing. Their legs tangle and Donghae smiles against the corner of Hyukjae’s mouth. “But I thought you loved it when I fuck around.”
“Donghae if you don’t-”
Donghae swallows whatever Hyukjae is going to say with his mouth, the words go down his throat the way his cum would have and the thought makes Hyukjae kiss Donghae back, lure Donghae’s tongue inside his mouth and groan. They don’t always kiss so when they do it always takes Hyukjae’s mind a little, always leaves him more than a little breathless, more than a little wanting. Kisses are a commodity, an extra they don’t always have time for and Donghae likes kissing a little too much, likes kissing Hyukjae a little too much, says he thinks about kissing Hyukjae even when he isn’t around.
Hyukjae’s body is beyond numb now, he’s beyond the pain of Donghae’s fingers scratching against his stomach as he pushes their t-shirts up, their abdomens racked with tension and flexing at the pressure. Donghae’s kiss is both harsh and needy and Hyukjae greedily lets himself melt with Donghae’s lips. He slides his hands toward Hyukjae’s back and down his spine and Hyukjae arches into it, molding his body into whatever Donghae wants, needs him to be. The hands that smooth over his ass send Hyukjae whimpering into Donghae’s mouth but Donghae doesn’t fare any better, with Hyukjae applying enough pressure against Donghae’s erection to have him mindlessly rubbing against Hyukjae’s thigh.
Donghae grips, his fingers outlining the curve of Hyukjae’s ass and slipping between. He runs his knuckles in the crack of Hyukjae ass and Hyukjae bites down on the tongue inside his mouth and rocks his hips faster.
Hyukjae’s chest tightens and it’s like Donghae is knocking the wind out of him again. There is a pause and Donghae likes to push but never snap Hyukjae in half, he takes Hyukjae to the limit but always brings him down with warm hands and an eager willing mouth so Hyukjae waits. This time Donghae doesn’t make him wait long as he pushes a finger inside Hyukjae, his other hand keeping Hyukjae spread open for him.
It’s raw and dry, the opposite of Hyukjae inside Donghae’s mouth, and it triggers something else inside of Hyukjae but it makes his body ache with the same kind of lush pain and desire. Soon, Donghae is working another finger inside of him, and he gives Hyukjae a second to adjust, a second to take his breath back and find his footing so he can thrust against Donghae’s hand, pushing and driving Donghae’s fingers deeper right to where Hyukjae needs them.
Hyukjae’s hands move from Donghae’s arms, and when did they get there he wonders, and they weave in Donghae’s hair, yanking so he can angle Donghae’s mouth and trace it with his tongue and suck on Donghae’s bottom lip. Donghae bucks against him and Hyukjae smiles in satisfaction. The satisfaction only heightens as Donghae’s fingers go deeper, brushing against that spot where all the heat coils and tightens inside of Hyukjae. His hips snap forward and Donghae’s cock presses against his even harder, and Hyukjae sees the same desperation and want Donghae must be seeing in his eyes stare back.
Donghae breaks away from Hyukjae’s mouth. Stays and breathes against him. “Kiss me.”
“I am kissing you,” Hyukjae grounds out, panting for air.
Donghae shakes his head. He presses further so there’s even less space between them now, chests rising and falling harshly against each other and fingers trembling. His fingers are still inside of Hyukjae and his other arm lowers to cup the back of Hyukjae’s thighs to take the pressure of Hyukjae’s lower back as he starts to move again, a thrust here, a step there, and for a dizzying moment it feels like dancing. “Kiss me, Hyukjae,” he asks again, and this time it’s Donghae who is begging. It always startles Hyukjae how Donghae morphs with sex, or how sex morphs Donghae, and how he goes from acting like it doesn’t matter it’s Hyukjae he’s fucking any body will do, to demanding Hyukjae’s kisses like Hyukjae’s mouth is the only mouth he wants to kiss. His stomach clenches. His whole body throbs for Donghae’s mouth.
Hyukjae sighs lightly. He opens his lips against Donghae’s, kisses Donghae’s bottom lip and breathes into Donghae’s mouth. He racks his hands through Donghae’s hair. The same way he kisses him taking it slow because if this is what Donghae needs, Hyukjae’s mouth on his as if it’s the only thing Hyukjae wants to be doing right now, Hyukjae will give it to him. It’s probably half true anyways. Donghae moans into the kiss, whispers things in half mumbled breathers Hyukjae doesn’t catch, relinquishing all control of his mouth to Hyukjae and Hyukjae feels like he’s about to break.
Maybe there’s another pause or maybe Donghae fucks him harder with his fingers, but everything gets a little blurry after that. Hyukjae’s vision clouds over or maybe it clears up, and he finally releases between their stomachs, the front of Donghae’s open jeans stained with Hyukjae’s cum. Donghae rocks against him faster and Hyukjae urges him on, moving with Donghae and pressing his lips against Donghae’s shoulder until he feels him swell unbearably before Donghae spills onto Hyukjae’s stomach and clings to Hyukjae’s tired frame.
Donghae is the first to piece himself back together, adjusting his underwear and zipping up. He leaves his belt undone and Hyukjae rolls his eyes, smiling lightly. It takes him a bit more, and Hyukjae is no more than stretched out skin with fragments of a spine holding him together, clutching onto the tremors of coming undone to keep him together. Hyukjae sighs when he’s a shadow of composed. Donghae hooks his thumb through Hyukjae’s belt hoop, tugs Hyukjae closer so he can kiss his mouth and pull Hyukjae’s shirt the rest of the way down. Hyukjae’s lips feel raw but he doesn’t mind.
“You’re such a mess,” Donghae tells him, finger still hooked to keep Hyukjae close as he pushes Hyukjae hair back.
Hyukjae smiles because Donghae looks as debouched as Hyukjae does, probably more, with his swollen mouth and lazy eyes and his wandering hands filling themselves with Hyukjae’s skin and lips pressing still eager kisses to Hyukjae’s. Donghae may turn Hyukjae into dismantled bones but Donghae is always more than willing to mend all the pieces back together and be the place Hyukjae falls into.
Pulling away from Donghae’s mouth, Hyukjae swipes at the corner of Donghae’s mouth.
“What?” Donghae asks and Hyukjae smiles wider, the breathless daze in Donghae’s voice eliciting a smile.
“Nothing,” Hyukjae says, starting to walk away with Donghae following. “You just had a little something.”
Later, as they’re having lunch, Yesung says to Donghae, “Dude, what is that crap on your lip? We’re not eating mayonnaise.”
And despite the murderous glare Donghae sends him halfway across the table, Hyukjae can’t find it in himself to be intimidated. As much as he loves coming down Donghae’s throat, he loves the groaning withering wreck Donghae becomes when he comes down Hyukjae’s.
fin
a/n: Taking a little break from updating TTLU. T-list keeps asking for porn and I found this in my wip folder and decided to finish it. Hopefully it satisfies someone's eunhae porn needs somewhat. Title is a reference to a song by Friendly Fires.