Illegal Palpitations (Chapter 1)
Title: Illegal Palpitations
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Warning: Smut, coarse language
Summary: It sucks when you’re boyfriend is on the other side of the law, but the rewards for hanging on and believing in that love are much more than Donghae and Hyukjae can ever imagine.
Role-play with tees2mai: She plays Hyukjae and I play Donghae
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There was a flat in a rather well-known apartment block that nobody seemed to be living in. It was obviously owned, a cleaner going in every week to dust the dust and vacuum the drapes, the bills paid and there was inklings of people going in every now and then.
And of course, there were those strange noises at night.
But no one ever saw anyone coming, or going for that matter. And that was the mystery of apartment 465.
No one stopped to think that perhaps, the people who occasioned the place didn’t want to be seen. That it wasn’t so much a mystery as the people who kept it as such made it to be.
And one of those people (one of the two people actually), was only acting in such an agenda, sneaking through the shadows so that no one should see him.
Hyukjae sighed as he slipped into the familiar apartment, taking in the smell of home as he put away his coat and shoes. He got himself a glass of water, happy to see the fridge had been restocked since his last visit before finally going towards the bedroom.
Noting the absence of a certain someone, he grabbed clothes from closet. Hyukjae took a long hot shower, washing away to dirt of the day, cleansing any sign of the hard work done that day. When he was finally out, dressed in boxers and a shirt and his glasses, he finally crawled into bed, snuggling into the cool of the comfortable bed as he turned on the television and let out a sigh of content.
Officer Hyukjae was finally off duty.
Only, Hyukjae wasn’t as alone as he thought he was.
A dark shadow emerged from behind one of the curtains, slinking softly across the carpeted floor. And with only the mere rustling of the sheets and a soft clink of metal as indication, the person snuck up against Hyukjae.
“Hello there...” He breathed, a smirk obvious on his face, fingers wrapping dangerously around Hyukjae’s neck.
Hyukjae wasn't even startled. He rolled his eyes as he bed dipped, moving in a slightly better position as the figure came up behind him. He smiled just a tiny bit. "Oh my! Am I being robbed?" He humoured the other, amusement evident in his voice, eyes never actually leaving the television.
“No. You’re getting cuffed.” And before Hyukjae could respond, there was the soft clink of metal against each other, and the grating of a lock clicking as Hyukjae’s arms were bound together.
"Wha--" Hyukjae sighed as he tugged at hands, only to find them bound. "Donghae." Hyukjae spoke in a tone, letting the other know he was in trouble. "I'm not in the mood to play cops and robbers with you." He almost whined, turning while trying not to hurt his arms as he looked back at the other. "Uncuff me, asshole."
The man named Donghae could only grin, “I’m not playing cops and robbers. It just happened that you left your cuffs right there. It was just too tempting for thief like me not to try.”
Hyukjae made a face. "I didn't leave them anywhere. Stop taking stuff from my bag. Honestly. You even steal from me! Have you no shame at all?" Hyukjae said while trying to bite him.
Grinning, Donghae curled his fingers around Hyukjae’s chin to stop him from biting. “Nope. No shame at all, and it’s not as if you don’t like it.” And he leaned down, suckling on Hyukjae’s collarbone.
Moaning softly, Hyukjae tried to move away from his mouth. "You are such trouble." He told him off. "Uncuff me right now." Hyukjae asked again.
“But why. You’re so sexy right now.” Donghae grinned, upping his ante, his hands beginning to roam, teasing the hem of Hyukjae’s shirt and the skin beneath it, taking advantage of the fact that Hyukjae couldn’t stop him.
Even tired and bound Hyukjae wasn't that weak. He put his legs over Donghae's, holding him tightly as he pushed up and moved on top of him, straddling him in place. He was getting hot with the way Donghae had started to touch him but he wasn't going to let him win so easily. "You know, you shouldn't piss off an off duty cop."
Donghae grinned at that, looking up at Hyukjae, seemingly unconcerned about his predicament. “Hmm... you look pretty good like that Hyuk.”
"You're so selfish. I really hate you." Hyukjae leaned down and bit at his chest hard.
Letting out a soft whine, Donghae smile grew dark. “Funnily enough, despite that you still let me fuck you into oblivion.” And reaching up, his hands traced up Hyukjae’s thighs, before ghosting of the front of Hyukjae’s boxers.
Hyukjae let out a groan, scooting away- "Shut up." Hyukjae glared at him, ready to give in by the look on his face. "You know I'd be more willing if my hands were free."
“Really?” Donghae chuckled, getting up easily since Hyukjae had lightened the weight on him, and easily pushing the other down, licking a part up Hyukjae’s torso. “Oh well, that’s fine with me. Since having an unwilling partner is hot in it’s own way.”
He groaned, laying back on the bed in defeat. It wasn't like he was going to win when Donghae was so horny anyway. Grabbing Donghae's hair with his hand, he tugged the other up and towards his lips, kissing him deeply when their lips finally met. "Once a thief, always a thief."
“Mhmm...” Donghae hummed in agreement, before pulling back, surveying Hyukjae before him. Licking his lips as if presented with a tantalizing meal, Donghae began to unbutton his shirt. “I guess I’ll have to undress myself this time, since your hands a little preoccupied to help me anyway.”
Hyukjae laughed, tugging at his shirt with his tied hands anyway. "My wrists are hurting already. They're going to bleed soon and the skin will tear and I blame this all on you." He growled at him. "Stop taking your time!"
“Tsk, policemen. Always rushing here and there. A good thief would know, good things come to those who wait.” Donghae grinned, pulling off his shirt and moving onto his pants.
"A good policemen catches the thief while he waits." Hyukjae told him, eyes scanning over his body as he undressed. Donghae was fit, there was no denying the strong physical attraction he had for the other man. He enjoyed looking at him. But at the same time Hyukjae looked for new marks. Marks left not by him but by new injuries or fights. He rarely openly asked or told Donghae he worried about him- but it was always quietly evident.
Donghae laughed at that, his lips curling a little. He hadn’t missed the look on Hyukjae’s face. “So, so. I guess I should swoop in while I have the chance.” And helping Hyukjae off with his shirt, he kissed the policeman, tugging down the other’s boxers at the same time.
Hyukjae barely had time to nod as Donghae finally kissed him. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss to gain some control of the situation. "Donghae." He hissed at him. "Are you going to hurry up or not?" He murmured against his lips.
“What’s the hurry?” Donghae asked, but his actions did quicken, pulling of his boxers as well. And he pulled away, only to get the lube from the drawer, then pausing, he toyed the bottle with one hand grinning. “Unless you were implying that you wanted this au natural?”
"Don't even think about it." Hyukjae frowned at him, spreading his legs for him. He rubbed his knee against his side slowly, letting him know he was ready.
“Aw... To think I thought you were answering to you base instincts.” Donghae grinned, popping off the lid of the bottle and spreading some generously on his fingers. Crawling forward, he grinned settling between Hyukjae’s legs. “Alright... The airplane is flying home.” He said childishly, like a mother to a child pushing his finger slowly into Hyukjae’s hole.
Hyukjae moaned as the fingers pushed his, trying to find something to hold onto as he was stretched. "Fuck-- How many time do I have to tell you that that creeps me out. We're having sex, I rather not think about someone mother right now." He told him off.
Donghae had to laugh at that. “I like making you freaked out though.” He grinned, his hand moving faster than usual. “Makes you scream louder.”
"Yeah, you suck so much in bed that you've had to resort to other ways to make me scream." Hyukjae moaned, pushing down on his fingers.
“Say that when you’re not enjoying yourself just on my fingers so much.” Donghae snorted, twisting his fingers to hit a certain spot inside Hyukjae, just so to make his point.
And Hyukjae did let out a scream, back arching off the bed slightly. He smirked, pulling him closer, pressing their lips together. "Could be anyone’s fingers." He teased him.
But Donghae knew better than to be offended. “Yeah... right. Your sweet spot is located in a rather obscure place. I doubt anyone else would have found it.” He snipped right back before pulling his fingers out, smearing whatever lube was left over on his own length, already half hard from the sounds Hyukjae had been making earlier.
"Cock as always." Hyukjae laughed. "You weren't so confident the first time." Hyukjae reminded him, sticking his tongue out at him.
“Well neither were you.” Donghae chuckled, pulling Hyukjae up and positioning the other over his length. “I want you to ride me today.” He said genially, as if telling Hyukjae he wanted vanilla ice cream or something.
"Handcuff me and then boss me around." Hyukjae complained, but easily let himself be moved around, getting comfortable as he slowly lowered himself on Donghae, moaning.
“You don’t... ugh... seem to mind.” Donghae couldn’t help but grunt a little at the heat that now engulfed him. Looking up at Hyukjae with hooded eyes, Donghae smiled lazily, thrusting his hips a little. “You like that don’t you?”
"Ah!" Hyukjae had difficulty holding onto him, keeping all his weight on his knees so he could balance. "No you like it." Hyukjae corrected him, settling down as well as he could before he began to bounce on him.
“Not denying that.” Donghae grinned, moaning a little as he leaned backwards and keeping a languid attitude as he watched Hyukjae’s actions. “Making the policeman scamper around in frantic actions is always fun.”
"I'm indulging you." Hyukjae moaned out his words, glaring at how lazy Donghae could be. He picked up pace, trying to a shift a little, working on his own pleasure and not Donghae's.
Donghae shook his head, chuckling. Then angling a little, he thrust upwards, knowing that he’d hit that exact spot. “It’s over there.”
Hyukjae's toes curled as he moaned out Donghae's name loudly. He bounced on him faster, keeping the angle that burned pleasure through his body.
Donghae could feel himself getting harder, hearing Hyukjae’s cries. Licking his lips, he couldn’t help himself anymore, and surging up, he captured Hyukjae’s lips with his own, pushing the other down. “I guess it’s time to reward you for doing such a good job, huh?”
And pushing Hyukjae into the mattress, he began to pound in at a relentless pace, hitting that spot, again and again and again and again.
Hyukjae kissed him back happily, glad he was getting more attention. He groaned when he was put back on the bed, relieved Donghae was taking over. His cuffed arms were above his head, skin scrapping away where the cuffs were on his wrists. Hyukjae kept his legs around him to keep him close, continuously moaning as Donghae kept thrusting. He felt closer and closer to his end.
Hyukjae was so tight around him, and his pace became more erratic as he came towards his end. But pride had him holding on, trailing his lips down and suckling on Hyukjae’s collarbone. Whispering into it, he smirked. “So... enjoying yourself?”
"So much~ I've always wanted to have skinless arms" Hyukjae winced, voice laced with sarcasm. He was even more glad now that he was off for the weekend. Scabbed wrists would be hard to explain to co-workers.
Donghae had nearly forgotten about those handcuffs. Unable to help but laugh, he reached out, pulling the key from where he’d hidden them in the folds of the bed and unlocking them. “Better?” He asked teasingly, before pulling all the way back and thrusting back in - deeper than he had been before.
Hyukjae let out a sigh of relief when his hands were free, weakly holding onto Donghae, not wanting to agitate the pain further. He cursed when Donghae thrust in deep, carefully reaching down with one hand to stroke himself. "So close!"
“I locked your hands just because I didn’t want you to do this.” Donghae hissed, pulling Hyukjae’s hands and pinning them down, careful not to touch the torn skin. “Come. Without me even touching you.” And he dragged his next thrust, so that his torso rubbed against the hot skin of Hyukjae’s length.
His skin was sensitive, warm tingles running through his body. He was so close to his climax that when Donghae pushed in again, Hyukjae orgasmed, moaning his lover’s name as he came between them. He clenched around Donghae, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he enjoyed his high, sweat glistening on his body.
It was only that that Donghae let himself go, with an almighty moan, he spilled deep into Hyukjae and that bottomless heat, eyes screwed shut as he bellowed Hyukjae’s name. And he rocked the both of them till they’d reached their end, gently slowing down until they both stopped, exhausted and sated.
It wasn't until they both had stopped completely and were panting that Hyukjae let himself smile. He nudged Donghae slightly to remind him to pull out, now truly spent. His body was aching for both good and bad reasons but Hyukjae was content and happy to be home.
Donghae chuckled at the reminder, sighing a little regrettably at the loss of heat as he pulled out. Setting Hyukjae down next to him, he pulled the other man close, burying his face into Hyukjae’s hair. “Too lazy to clean up.” He mumbled.
"You always are." Hyukjae told him off, cuddling into him, eyes closing a little. He smiled fondly but then nudged him. "You didn't show up last time like you promised. I'm still mad about that."
“I was a little tied up.” Donghae murmured, not wanting to go into more details. He knew that Hyukjae would only worry. “But I’m sorry.”
"You better not mean literally." Hyukjae glared at the ceiling. He closed his eyes finally and let out a yawn. "You can make it up to me in the morning. Breakfast in bed. It's my weekend off and I'll be staying here where no one can disturb me."
“No. Not literally. As much as I’d have enjoyed that.” Donghae chuckled. “And fine. You’ll be my little princess tomorrow to pamper.”
"Yah, no one is allowed to tie you up but me." Hyukjae warned him, not commenting on anything else. He relaxed again, kissing his arm quickly. "Night." He mumbled, slipping off to dreamland.
“Good night.” Donghae murmured, wrapping his arms around Hyukjae as he too fell asleep.
~*~
Hyukjae woke up the next morning, first to the smell of mouth watering breakfast and then to his senses kicking in overdrive. His exhausted body screaming at every sore point. His head ached from nights when sleep had been skipped for work and his back and wrists ached from last night’s activities. He whimpered into his pillow, glad he knew the other was still around. "Donghae!" He called out, whining. He rarely ever showed his weak side, opening up all his pain and insecurities to Donghae meant he had absolute trust in the other man and there was no room for doubt.
“Coming!” Donghae yelled back. “Lemme get this last batch of pancakes.”
Flipping the last of the pancakes onto a plate, Donghae set it down on the tray he’d prepared, stepping back to admire his work.
A silver tray lined with a lace dolly. A glass of orange juice, a porcelain cup of tea with just the amount of sugar and milk that Hyukjae liked, a pile of mouth-watering pan-cakes on a pretty blue plate, the maple syrup and butter each in matching dishes, and a tiny vase with a single daisy set in it. Perfect.
Picking up the tray, Donghae swept into the room, much like a sweet young wife to her new husband would. “Breakfast!”
Had Hyukjae not known Donghae better than the back of his hand, he would have surely fallen off the bed in shock and further injured himself. But this was life with Donghae, one he was very used too. Glancing over his boyfriend in just his pink frilly apron, Hyukjae merely managed to give him a weak smile.
"I'm in so much pain, I could be dying." Hyukjae declared, eyes on the pancakes, waiting to be put in a sitting position.
Donghae snorted. Placing the tray at the side, he gently pulled Hyukjae up, giving him a sweet peck on the cheek. “Yes, yes princess. Come, breakfast is served. Do you want me to feed you too?”
Hyukjae groaned as he was pulled up, setting down comfortable. "No I can feed myself." He told him, patting his lap for the tray. "You look very cute in your apron wifey." Hyukjae teased him, smiling.
Donghae couldn’t help but laugh as he put down the tray, before he demurred, batting his eyelashes. “Mmm... glad you think so hubby. I only dress up like this because of you~”
Hyukjae laughed, pulling him to the bed. "Come on, I'll feed you as well... Aren't you cold?" Hyukjae asked him, taking a bite before preparing one for him.
“Your love warms me right up.” Donghae said cheesily , opening his mouth up for the bite.
Hyukjae stuck his tongue out at him, feeding him the bite. "How have you been?"
At that, Donghae’s mood dropped a little, but he smiled, not wanting Hyukjae to worry. “Busy. Unfortunately. I don’t know why, but I keep rising in the ranks despite not wanting to. But oh well... maybe I’m just too good.” He ended cheekily.
Hyukjae rolled his eyes at that but frowned, putting his hand on his. "Donghae... This is just going to get more difficult..." He sighed, "It was hard enough starting this... what are we going to do if someone finds out?"
Donghae sighed. “I know, I know. I’m trying to drag my feet as much as I can without offending anyone.” Leaning forward, he kissed Hyukjae softly. “Don’t worry. I’ve got my side covered. Let’s not think about this while we’re here now.”
Hyukjae nodded. He took another bite to feed to Donghae and finally smiled again. "Well you're mine for the weekend. I don't care what happens. I miss you and my week’s been shit because the only time I got to see you I had to shoot in your direction."
Donghae chuckled. “Lucky for me, you’re a lousy shot.” He teased, and before Hyukjae could protest, caught the policeman’s lips in a sweet kiss.
Hyukjae kissed him back and pouted at him. "If I didn't suck on purpose you'd be in the hospital or worse!"
“I know. And I’m grateful.” Donghae chuckled, reaching up to poke Hyukjae’s cheeks. “You’re good at faking.”
"I've had years of practise in bed with you." Hyukjae smirked at him, holding his hand before he began to eat again.
Donghae poked Hyukjae at that, but it was half-hearted. He too was glad that they’d both been able to make it for this weekend. “Argh... You’re horrible. But I guess I opened myself for that.”
"Tch, you're rubbing off on me. I used to be a nice boy until I met you." Hyukjae sighed dramatically, finishing up his pancakes.
“Sure...” Donghae rolled his eyes. “I seriously doubt that you were all that angelic though. There must have been some core of evil inside there. I never created it, only released it.”
Hyukjae laughed, shoving the last bite of pancakes into Donghae's mouth. He sipped his tea before putting the tray down, making room for Donghae.
Crawling onto the bed, laying down beside Hyukjae, Donghae occupied himself, fingers tracing the outline of Hyukjae’s abs. “You’ve been working out.” He commented softly, his voice somewhat surprised and pleased.
"Can't have an unhealthy officer on the job, can we?" He smiled, enjoying Donghae's touches. "Maybe if you paid more attention all these small things wouldn't be surprises to you." Hyukjae kissed the top of Donghae's head.
“Maybe.” Donghae chuckled, his fingers circling Hyukjae’s stomach before dipping into Hyukjae’s navel, tickling. “Or maybe I’m always preoccupied by the other sexy things that you do to notice the more minor ones.”
"Yah!" Hyukjae sucked in his stomach, laughing. "Stop, stop, stop!" He squirmed around, trying to get away from his fingers.
Donghae grinned. “Yep. Just like that.” And unrelenting, he continued his attack.
Hyukjae laughed more, limbs flying as he moved away from the other. "S-s-stop! Stop!" He shrieked, gums out in the open as he smiled brightly.
“Ow.” Donghae winced when one of those limbs smacked the side of his face, and grabbing Hyukjae into a hug he laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, alright. Don’t need to assault me. I’ll stop.”
Hyukjae was still laughing, slowly calming down as he was hugged. "I'll assault you all I want!" He teased Donghae, sticking his tongue out at him.
“Is that a promise?” Donghae raised an eyebrow, tongue flicking out and teasing Hyukjae’s earlobe.
Hyukjae moaned softly, tugging at his apron. "You know it is." He smiled at him.
“Mmm...” Donghae hummed, his eyes growing dark and he trailed his tongue down before licking Hyukjae’s lips. “Good.”
Hyukjae caught that tongue between his lips, sucking on it lightly. His hands slipped behind Donghae, squeezing his ass.
Donghae let out a small sound, before a growl escaped his lips, and he pushed Hyukjae onto the bed, groaning when their hips rubbed against each other.
Smirking, Hyukjae put his hands on his hips, stopping him. He slipped a hand under his apron, fingers teasing the skin of Donghae's inner thighs.
Donghae let out a whine, nipping on Hyukjae’s lips. “Now who was the one scolding me about teasing last night?” He asked, his voice low and husky.
Hyukjae gave him an innocent look as he started to kiss him. "But you like all this teasing~" He told him, kissing down his neck now, leaving soft marks.
“No... you were the one.” Donghae grinned, moaning at the feel of Hyukjae’s lips on his skin. “Right now, I’m just horny.”
And ripping his apron off, he leaned down, fully intending to ravage Hyukjae the way he best knew how when...
“San-toki, toki-ya, Uh-dee-reul gah-neu-nyah?~”
Donghae paused, sighing. “...Stupid phone.”
Hyukjae began to roll his eyes at the familiar yet annoying ring tone when his phone rang as well- A boring tune from the selection of ringtones already available in the phone.
He made a face, stretching to open the side table as he dug around for his phone.
Putting the phone to his ear, Donghae gave his customary bored greeting before straightening to attention. “Boss.” Glancing at Hyukjae, he pulled away, moving to the side of the bed, speaking quietly into his phone.
Hyukjae sighed as Donghae answered his phone, picking up his own as he wrapped the sheets around himself and walked to the window. His eyes were on Donghae as he spoke softly into the phone, giving Donghae a worried look.
Donghae too was watching Hyukjae, but more discreetly through the mirror. Frowning, and increasingly getting more worried with each word his boss was saying, he finally said. “Alright. I understand. I’ll be right there.”
Hyukjae had hung up a few seconds before Donghae. He walked over to him, leaning his knees on the bed between Donghae's legs. "What’s going on?" He asked, he knew they had both been called for similar reasons and it didn't seem good for either end.
“...Our mole in the police force said that the police are going to do a drug bust.” Donghae looked up at Hyukjae, his emotions conflicting. “...He ordered me to... ordered me to organize an ambush for the police. A little ‘present’ as he called it.”
"I've been called in as back up...." Hyukjae sighed, leaning down to kiss him softly. Things like this had become too normal for them and as much as Hyukjae hated it, this is how they lived. Neither of them had ever thought of changing.
“Back up, huh. I’ll plan it so that it’s more intense in the beginning.” Donghae sighed, a little relieved. “Boss will get suspicious if we don’t draw some blood at least. I’ll try to make it look convincing but keep the casualties at a minimum.”
"You be careful. I can't protect you out there." Hyukjae ran his hands through Donghae's hair before finally pulling away. He walked to the closet, pulling his clothes out and quickly changing. He needed to report to his department head soon.
Grabbing his badge and slipping his gun into its holster after checking the safety, Hyukjae looked back at Donghae once more.
“No need to worry about me. We’re not totally defenceless you know.” Donghae shook his head as he stood up, moving to wrap Hyukjae in a hug. “Take care of yourself.”
Hyukjae nodded, kissing his cheek. "Okay... I'll see you later." Hyukjae promised him, pulling away from the hug finally. He put on his sunglasses before heading out, accidently forgetting his phone in the apartment as he left.
Donghae smiled softly, watching Hyukjae leave. Then sighing, he turned back into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
He had a lot of work to do.
~*~
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Warning: Smut, coarse language
Summary: It sucks when you’re boyfriend is on the other side of the law, but the rewards for hanging on and believing in that love are much more than Donghae and Hyukjae can ever imagine.
Role-play with tees2mai: She plays Hyukjae and I play Donghae
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There was a flat in a rather well-known apartment block that nobody seemed to be living in. It was obviously owned, a cleaner going in every week to dust the dust and vacuum the drapes, the bills paid and there was inklings of people going in every now and then.
And of course, there were those strange noises at night.
But no one ever saw anyone coming, or going for that matter. And that was the mystery of apartment 465.
No one stopped to think that perhaps, the people who occasioned the place didn’t want to be seen. That it wasn’t so much a mystery as the people who kept it as such made it to be.
And one of those people (one of the two people actually), was only acting in such an agenda, sneaking through the shadows so that no one should see him.
Hyukjae sighed as he slipped into the familiar apartment, taking in the smell of home as he put away his coat and shoes. He got himself a glass of water, happy to see the fridge had been restocked since his last visit before finally going towards the bedroom.
Noting the absence of a certain someone, he grabbed clothes from closet. Hyukjae took a long hot shower, washing away to dirt of the day, cleansing any sign of the hard work done that day. When he was finally out, dressed in boxers and a shirt and his glasses, he finally crawled into bed, snuggling into the cool of the comfortable bed as he turned on the television and let out a sigh of content.
Officer Hyukjae was finally off duty.
Only, Hyukjae wasn’t as alone as he thought he was.
A dark shadow emerged from behind one of the curtains, slinking softly across the carpeted floor. And with only the mere rustling of the sheets and a soft clink of metal as indication, the person snuck up against Hyukjae.
“Hello there...” He breathed, a smirk obvious on his face, fingers wrapping dangerously around Hyukjae’s neck.
Hyukjae wasn't even startled. He rolled his eyes as he bed dipped, moving in a slightly better position as the figure came up behind him. He smiled just a tiny bit. "Oh my! Am I being robbed?" He humoured the other, amusement evident in his voice, eyes never actually leaving the television.
“No. You’re getting cuffed.” And before Hyukjae could respond, there was the soft clink of metal against each other, and the grating of a lock clicking as Hyukjae’s arms were bound together.
"Wha--" Hyukjae sighed as he tugged at hands, only to find them bound. "Donghae." Hyukjae spoke in a tone, letting the other know he was in trouble. "I'm not in the mood to play cops and robbers with you." He almost whined, turning while trying not to hurt his arms as he looked back at the other. "Uncuff me, asshole."
The man named Donghae could only grin, “I’m not playing cops and robbers. It just happened that you left your cuffs right there. It was just too tempting for thief like me not to try.”
Hyukjae made a face. "I didn't leave them anywhere. Stop taking stuff from my bag. Honestly. You even steal from me! Have you no shame at all?" Hyukjae said while trying to bite him.
Grinning, Donghae curled his fingers around Hyukjae’s chin to stop him from biting. “Nope. No shame at all, and it’s not as if you don’t like it.” And he leaned down, suckling on Hyukjae’s collarbone.
Moaning softly, Hyukjae tried to move away from his mouth. "You are such trouble." He told him off. "Uncuff me right now." Hyukjae asked again.
“But why. You’re so sexy right now.” Donghae grinned, upping his ante, his hands beginning to roam, teasing the hem of Hyukjae’s shirt and the skin beneath it, taking advantage of the fact that Hyukjae couldn’t stop him.
Even tired and bound Hyukjae wasn't that weak. He put his legs over Donghae's, holding him tightly as he pushed up and moved on top of him, straddling him in place. He was getting hot with the way Donghae had started to touch him but he wasn't going to let him win so easily. "You know, you shouldn't piss off an off duty cop."
Donghae grinned at that, looking up at Hyukjae, seemingly unconcerned about his predicament. “Hmm... you look pretty good like that Hyuk.”
"You're so selfish. I really hate you." Hyukjae leaned down and bit at his chest hard.
Letting out a soft whine, Donghae smile grew dark. “Funnily enough, despite that you still let me fuck you into oblivion.” And reaching up, his hands traced up Hyukjae’s thighs, before ghosting of the front of Hyukjae’s boxers.
Hyukjae let out a groan, scooting away- "Shut up." Hyukjae glared at him, ready to give in by the look on his face. "You know I'd be more willing if my hands were free."
“Really?” Donghae chuckled, getting up easily since Hyukjae had lightened the weight on him, and easily pushing the other down, licking a part up Hyukjae’s torso. “Oh well, that’s fine with me. Since having an unwilling partner is hot in it’s own way.”
He groaned, laying back on the bed in defeat. It wasn't like he was going to win when Donghae was so horny anyway. Grabbing Donghae's hair with his hand, he tugged the other up and towards his lips, kissing him deeply when their lips finally met. "Once a thief, always a thief."
“Mhmm...” Donghae hummed in agreement, before pulling back, surveying Hyukjae before him. Licking his lips as if presented with a tantalizing meal, Donghae began to unbutton his shirt. “I guess I’ll have to undress myself this time, since your hands a little preoccupied to help me anyway.”
Hyukjae laughed, tugging at his shirt with his tied hands anyway. "My wrists are hurting already. They're going to bleed soon and the skin will tear and I blame this all on you." He growled at him. "Stop taking your time!"
“Tsk, policemen. Always rushing here and there. A good thief would know, good things come to those who wait.” Donghae grinned, pulling off his shirt and moving onto his pants.
"A good policemen catches the thief while he waits." Hyukjae told him, eyes scanning over his body as he undressed. Donghae was fit, there was no denying the strong physical attraction he had for the other man. He enjoyed looking at him. But at the same time Hyukjae looked for new marks. Marks left not by him but by new injuries or fights. He rarely openly asked or told Donghae he worried about him- but it was always quietly evident.
Donghae laughed at that, his lips curling a little. He hadn’t missed the look on Hyukjae’s face. “So, so. I guess I should swoop in while I have the chance.” And helping Hyukjae off with his shirt, he kissed the policeman, tugging down the other’s boxers at the same time.
Hyukjae barely had time to nod as Donghae finally kissed him. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss to gain some control of the situation. "Donghae." He hissed at him. "Are you going to hurry up or not?" He murmured against his lips.
“What’s the hurry?” Donghae asked, but his actions did quicken, pulling of his boxers as well. And he pulled away, only to get the lube from the drawer, then pausing, he toyed the bottle with one hand grinning. “Unless you were implying that you wanted this au natural?”
"Don't even think about it." Hyukjae frowned at him, spreading his legs for him. He rubbed his knee against his side slowly, letting him know he was ready.
“Aw... To think I thought you were answering to you base instincts.” Donghae grinned, popping off the lid of the bottle and spreading some generously on his fingers. Crawling forward, he grinned settling between Hyukjae’s legs. “Alright... The airplane is flying home.” He said childishly, like a mother to a child pushing his finger slowly into Hyukjae’s hole.
Hyukjae moaned as the fingers pushed his, trying to find something to hold onto as he was stretched. "Fuck-- How many time do I have to tell you that that creeps me out. We're having sex, I rather not think about someone mother right now." He told him off.
Donghae had to laugh at that. “I like making you freaked out though.” He grinned, his hand moving faster than usual. “Makes you scream louder.”
"Yeah, you suck so much in bed that you've had to resort to other ways to make me scream." Hyukjae moaned, pushing down on his fingers.
“Say that when you’re not enjoying yourself just on my fingers so much.” Donghae snorted, twisting his fingers to hit a certain spot inside Hyukjae, just so to make his point.
And Hyukjae did let out a scream, back arching off the bed slightly. He smirked, pulling him closer, pressing their lips together. "Could be anyone’s fingers." He teased him.
But Donghae knew better than to be offended. “Yeah... right. Your sweet spot is located in a rather obscure place. I doubt anyone else would have found it.” He snipped right back before pulling his fingers out, smearing whatever lube was left over on his own length, already half hard from the sounds Hyukjae had been making earlier.
"Cock as always." Hyukjae laughed. "You weren't so confident the first time." Hyukjae reminded him, sticking his tongue out at him.
“Well neither were you.” Donghae chuckled, pulling Hyukjae up and positioning the other over his length. “I want you to ride me today.” He said genially, as if telling Hyukjae he wanted vanilla ice cream or something.
"Handcuff me and then boss me around." Hyukjae complained, but easily let himself be moved around, getting comfortable as he slowly lowered himself on Donghae, moaning.
“You don’t... ugh... seem to mind.” Donghae couldn’t help but grunt a little at the heat that now engulfed him. Looking up at Hyukjae with hooded eyes, Donghae smiled lazily, thrusting his hips a little. “You like that don’t you?”
"Ah!" Hyukjae had difficulty holding onto him, keeping all his weight on his knees so he could balance. "No you like it." Hyukjae corrected him, settling down as well as he could before he began to bounce on him.
“Not denying that.” Donghae grinned, moaning a little as he leaned backwards and keeping a languid attitude as he watched Hyukjae’s actions. “Making the policeman scamper around in frantic actions is always fun.”
"I'm indulging you." Hyukjae moaned out his words, glaring at how lazy Donghae could be. He picked up pace, trying to a shift a little, working on his own pleasure and not Donghae's.
Donghae shook his head, chuckling. Then angling a little, he thrust upwards, knowing that he’d hit that exact spot. “It’s over there.”
Hyukjae's toes curled as he moaned out Donghae's name loudly. He bounced on him faster, keeping the angle that burned pleasure through his body.
Donghae could feel himself getting harder, hearing Hyukjae’s cries. Licking his lips, he couldn’t help himself anymore, and surging up, he captured Hyukjae’s lips with his own, pushing the other down. “I guess it’s time to reward you for doing such a good job, huh?”
And pushing Hyukjae into the mattress, he began to pound in at a relentless pace, hitting that spot, again and again and again and again.
Hyukjae kissed him back happily, glad he was getting more attention. He groaned when he was put back on the bed, relieved Donghae was taking over. His cuffed arms were above his head, skin scrapping away where the cuffs were on his wrists. Hyukjae kept his legs around him to keep him close, continuously moaning as Donghae kept thrusting. He felt closer and closer to his end.
Hyukjae was so tight around him, and his pace became more erratic as he came towards his end. But pride had him holding on, trailing his lips down and suckling on Hyukjae’s collarbone. Whispering into it, he smirked. “So... enjoying yourself?”
"So much~ I've always wanted to have skinless arms" Hyukjae winced, voice laced with sarcasm. He was even more glad now that he was off for the weekend. Scabbed wrists would be hard to explain to co-workers.
Donghae had nearly forgotten about those handcuffs. Unable to help but laugh, he reached out, pulling the key from where he’d hidden them in the folds of the bed and unlocking them. “Better?” He asked teasingly, before pulling all the way back and thrusting back in - deeper than he had been before.
Hyukjae let out a sigh of relief when his hands were free, weakly holding onto Donghae, not wanting to agitate the pain further. He cursed when Donghae thrust in deep, carefully reaching down with one hand to stroke himself. "So close!"
“I locked your hands just because I didn’t want you to do this.” Donghae hissed, pulling Hyukjae’s hands and pinning them down, careful not to touch the torn skin. “Come. Without me even touching you.” And he dragged his next thrust, so that his torso rubbed against the hot skin of Hyukjae’s length.
His skin was sensitive, warm tingles running through his body. He was so close to his climax that when Donghae pushed in again, Hyukjae orgasmed, moaning his lover’s name as he came between them. He clenched around Donghae, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he enjoyed his high, sweat glistening on his body.
It was only that that Donghae let himself go, with an almighty moan, he spilled deep into Hyukjae and that bottomless heat, eyes screwed shut as he bellowed Hyukjae’s name. And he rocked the both of them till they’d reached their end, gently slowing down until they both stopped, exhausted and sated.
It wasn't until they both had stopped completely and were panting that Hyukjae let himself smile. He nudged Donghae slightly to remind him to pull out, now truly spent. His body was aching for both good and bad reasons but Hyukjae was content and happy to be home.
Donghae chuckled at the reminder, sighing a little regrettably at the loss of heat as he pulled out. Setting Hyukjae down next to him, he pulled the other man close, burying his face into Hyukjae’s hair. “Too lazy to clean up.” He mumbled.
"You always are." Hyukjae told him off, cuddling into him, eyes closing a little. He smiled fondly but then nudged him. "You didn't show up last time like you promised. I'm still mad about that."
“I was a little tied up.” Donghae murmured, not wanting to go into more details. He knew that Hyukjae would only worry. “But I’m sorry.”
"You better not mean literally." Hyukjae glared at the ceiling. He closed his eyes finally and let out a yawn. "You can make it up to me in the morning. Breakfast in bed. It's my weekend off and I'll be staying here where no one can disturb me."
“No. Not literally. As much as I’d have enjoyed that.” Donghae chuckled. “And fine. You’ll be my little princess tomorrow to pamper.”
"Yah, no one is allowed to tie you up but me." Hyukjae warned him, not commenting on anything else. He relaxed again, kissing his arm quickly. "Night." He mumbled, slipping off to dreamland.
“Good night.” Donghae murmured, wrapping his arms around Hyukjae as he too fell asleep.
~*~
Hyukjae woke up the next morning, first to the smell of mouth watering breakfast and then to his senses kicking in overdrive. His exhausted body screaming at every sore point. His head ached from nights when sleep had been skipped for work and his back and wrists ached from last night’s activities. He whimpered into his pillow, glad he knew the other was still around. "Donghae!" He called out, whining. He rarely ever showed his weak side, opening up all his pain and insecurities to Donghae meant he had absolute trust in the other man and there was no room for doubt.
“Coming!” Donghae yelled back. “Lemme get this last batch of pancakes.”
Flipping the last of the pancakes onto a plate, Donghae set it down on the tray he’d prepared, stepping back to admire his work.
A silver tray lined with a lace dolly. A glass of orange juice, a porcelain cup of tea with just the amount of sugar and milk that Hyukjae liked, a pile of mouth-watering pan-cakes on a pretty blue plate, the maple syrup and butter each in matching dishes, and a tiny vase with a single daisy set in it. Perfect.
Picking up the tray, Donghae swept into the room, much like a sweet young wife to her new husband would. “Breakfast!”
Had Hyukjae not known Donghae better than the back of his hand, he would have surely fallen off the bed in shock and further injured himself. But this was life with Donghae, one he was very used too. Glancing over his boyfriend in just his pink frilly apron, Hyukjae merely managed to give him a weak smile.
"I'm in so much pain, I could be dying." Hyukjae declared, eyes on the pancakes, waiting to be put in a sitting position.
Donghae snorted. Placing the tray at the side, he gently pulled Hyukjae up, giving him a sweet peck on the cheek. “Yes, yes princess. Come, breakfast is served. Do you want me to feed you too?”
Hyukjae groaned as he was pulled up, setting down comfortable. "No I can feed myself." He told him, patting his lap for the tray. "You look very cute in your apron wifey." Hyukjae teased him, smiling.
Donghae couldn’t help but laugh as he put down the tray, before he demurred, batting his eyelashes. “Mmm... glad you think so hubby. I only dress up like this because of you~”
Hyukjae laughed, pulling him to the bed. "Come on, I'll feed you as well... Aren't you cold?" Hyukjae asked him, taking a bite before preparing one for him.
“Your love warms me right up.” Donghae said cheesily , opening his mouth up for the bite.
Hyukjae stuck his tongue out at him, feeding him the bite. "How have you been?"
At that, Donghae’s mood dropped a little, but he smiled, not wanting Hyukjae to worry. “Busy. Unfortunately. I don’t know why, but I keep rising in the ranks despite not wanting to. But oh well... maybe I’m just too good.” He ended cheekily.
Hyukjae rolled his eyes at that but frowned, putting his hand on his. "Donghae... This is just going to get more difficult..." He sighed, "It was hard enough starting this... what are we going to do if someone finds out?"
Donghae sighed. “I know, I know. I’m trying to drag my feet as much as I can without offending anyone.” Leaning forward, he kissed Hyukjae softly. “Don’t worry. I’ve got my side covered. Let’s not think about this while we’re here now.”
Hyukjae nodded. He took another bite to feed to Donghae and finally smiled again. "Well you're mine for the weekend. I don't care what happens. I miss you and my week’s been shit because the only time I got to see you I had to shoot in your direction."
Donghae chuckled. “Lucky for me, you’re a lousy shot.” He teased, and before Hyukjae could protest, caught the policeman’s lips in a sweet kiss.
Hyukjae kissed him back and pouted at him. "If I didn't suck on purpose you'd be in the hospital or worse!"
“I know. And I’m grateful.” Donghae chuckled, reaching up to poke Hyukjae’s cheeks. “You’re good at faking.”
"I've had years of practise in bed with you." Hyukjae smirked at him, holding his hand before he began to eat again.
Donghae poked Hyukjae at that, but it was half-hearted. He too was glad that they’d both been able to make it for this weekend. “Argh... You’re horrible. But I guess I opened myself for that.”
"Tch, you're rubbing off on me. I used to be a nice boy until I met you." Hyukjae sighed dramatically, finishing up his pancakes.
“Sure...” Donghae rolled his eyes. “I seriously doubt that you were all that angelic though. There must have been some core of evil inside there. I never created it, only released it.”
Hyukjae laughed, shoving the last bite of pancakes into Donghae's mouth. He sipped his tea before putting the tray down, making room for Donghae.
Crawling onto the bed, laying down beside Hyukjae, Donghae occupied himself, fingers tracing the outline of Hyukjae’s abs. “You’ve been working out.” He commented softly, his voice somewhat surprised and pleased.
"Can't have an unhealthy officer on the job, can we?" He smiled, enjoying Donghae's touches. "Maybe if you paid more attention all these small things wouldn't be surprises to you." Hyukjae kissed the top of Donghae's head.
“Maybe.” Donghae chuckled, his fingers circling Hyukjae’s stomach before dipping into Hyukjae’s navel, tickling. “Or maybe I’m always preoccupied by the other sexy things that you do to notice the more minor ones.”
"Yah!" Hyukjae sucked in his stomach, laughing. "Stop, stop, stop!" He squirmed around, trying to get away from his fingers.
Donghae grinned. “Yep. Just like that.” And unrelenting, he continued his attack.
Hyukjae laughed more, limbs flying as he moved away from the other. "S-s-stop! Stop!" He shrieked, gums out in the open as he smiled brightly.
“Ow.” Donghae winced when one of those limbs smacked the side of his face, and grabbing Hyukjae into a hug he laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, alright. Don’t need to assault me. I’ll stop.”
Hyukjae was still laughing, slowly calming down as he was hugged. "I'll assault you all I want!" He teased Donghae, sticking his tongue out at him.
“Is that a promise?” Donghae raised an eyebrow, tongue flicking out and teasing Hyukjae’s earlobe.
Hyukjae moaned softly, tugging at his apron. "You know it is." He smiled at him.
“Mmm...” Donghae hummed, his eyes growing dark and he trailed his tongue down before licking Hyukjae’s lips. “Good.”
Hyukjae caught that tongue between his lips, sucking on it lightly. His hands slipped behind Donghae, squeezing his ass.
Donghae let out a small sound, before a growl escaped his lips, and he pushed Hyukjae onto the bed, groaning when their hips rubbed against each other.
Smirking, Hyukjae put his hands on his hips, stopping him. He slipped a hand under his apron, fingers teasing the skin of Donghae's inner thighs.
Donghae let out a whine, nipping on Hyukjae’s lips. “Now who was the one scolding me about teasing last night?” He asked, his voice low and husky.
Hyukjae gave him an innocent look as he started to kiss him. "But you like all this teasing~" He told him, kissing down his neck now, leaving soft marks.
“No... you were the one.” Donghae grinned, moaning at the feel of Hyukjae’s lips on his skin. “Right now, I’m just horny.”
And ripping his apron off, he leaned down, fully intending to ravage Hyukjae the way he best knew how when...
“San-toki, toki-ya, Uh-dee-reul gah-neu-nyah?~”
Donghae paused, sighing. “...Stupid phone.”
Hyukjae began to roll his eyes at the familiar yet annoying ring tone when his phone rang as well- A boring tune from the selection of ringtones already available in the phone.
He made a face, stretching to open the side table as he dug around for his phone.
Putting the phone to his ear, Donghae gave his customary bored greeting before straightening to attention. “Boss.” Glancing at Hyukjae, he pulled away, moving to the side of the bed, speaking quietly into his phone.
Hyukjae sighed as Donghae answered his phone, picking up his own as he wrapped the sheets around himself and walked to the window. His eyes were on Donghae as he spoke softly into the phone, giving Donghae a worried look.
Donghae too was watching Hyukjae, but more discreetly through the mirror. Frowning, and increasingly getting more worried with each word his boss was saying, he finally said. “Alright. I understand. I’ll be right there.”
Hyukjae had hung up a few seconds before Donghae. He walked over to him, leaning his knees on the bed between Donghae's legs. "What’s going on?" He asked, he knew they had both been called for similar reasons and it didn't seem good for either end.
“...Our mole in the police force said that the police are going to do a drug bust.” Donghae looked up at Hyukjae, his emotions conflicting. “...He ordered me to... ordered me to organize an ambush for the police. A little ‘present’ as he called it.”
"I've been called in as back up...." Hyukjae sighed, leaning down to kiss him softly. Things like this had become too normal for them and as much as Hyukjae hated it, this is how they lived. Neither of them had ever thought of changing.
“Back up, huh. I’ll plan it so that it’s more intense in the beginning.” Donghae sighed, a little relieved. “Boss will get suspicious if we don’t draw some blood at least. I’ll try to make it look convincing but keep the casualties at a minimum.”
"You be careful. I can't protect you out there." Hyukjae ran his hands through Donghae's hair before finally pulling away. He walked to the closet, pulling his clothes out and quickly changing. He needed to report to his department head soon.
Grabbing his badge and slipping his gun into its holster after checking the safety, Hyukjae looked back at Donghae once more.
“No need to worry about me. We’re not totally defenceless you know.” Donghae shook his head as he stood up, moving to wrap Hyukjae in a hug. “Take care of yourself.”
Hyukjae nodded, kissing his cheek. "Okay... I'll see you later." Hyukjae promised him, pulling away from the hug finally. He put on his sunglasses before heading out, accidently forgetting his phone in the apartment as he left.
Donghae smiled softly, watching Hyukjae leave. Then sighing, he turned back into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
He had a lot of work to do.
~*~