you, me and this wire
title: You, Me and This Wire
pairing: Donghae/Eunhyuk
rating: NC-17
summary: Exhaustion is just a state of mind
notes: So last week I promised tees2mai some Eunhae porn. This is the result of that.
you, me and this wire
When Donghae gets home, he has one thing on his mind; sleep. Fall in to bed and staying there for an eternity. Eternity won’t last long but while he’s knocked out cold, it’ll be long enough. He’s been on his feet for a good part of the day, filming under the sun leaving tan lines on his arms and neck and he still has eyeliner smudged around his eyes. None of it matters. Donghae has one thing on his mind. Sleep. The ache in his body and the crap in his eyes will have to wait.
When Donghae comes home to find Hyukjae jerking off on his bed, sleep is the last thing on Donghae’s mind.
He stands there for a moment digesting whta he’s seeing, caught between two thoughts. One, this is all a dream, a fucking hot dream, or two... Donghae can’t really think of two at the moment but he pinches himself to make sure he’s awake. His arm stings where his nails have dug in which means this is whatever option two was and then Donghae loses his train of thought because this is Hyukjae in Donghae’s room jerking off on Donghae’s bed Donghae’s boxers half way down his thighs.
Donghae watches Hyukjae’s hand fisting his cock, his eyes closed as he bites his lip to keep himself quiet. The sound of Hyukjae breathing is strangely loud in the room ripping up the silence and voicing every moan and gasp Hyukjae keeps stuck in his throat. Donghae holds onto the door with shaky fingers and feels himself harden in his jeans when Hyukjae throws his head back running his thumb over the head of his cock, fingers wet and slick with perspiration and himself. It’s simple really. Hyukjae gets hard, Donghae gets hard for him. A chain reaction.
It’s this, realising how desperate and wet Hyukjae is, what makes Donghae’s brain connect to the rest of his body again, lust rimmed eyes holding a smirk matching his mouth which he plans on putting to good use.
He closes the door with a silent click. The room is so quiet Hyukjae manages to hear it. His eyes widen and his hand freezes. They stare at each other, both tense until Hyukjae’s eyes fall shut again, his hand stroking up and down a moment after and this time, he moans loudly. It takes Donghae seconds to get from the door to the floor, on his knees in front of Hyukjae.
“This isn’t what I was expecting to come home to,” Donghae says casually. He runs a finger up Hyukjae’s leg, tracing from ankle to knee, smiling when Hyukjae’s legs spread a little wider.
“W-what what where you expecting?” Hyukjae asks. His voice is steady but his thigh trembles when Donghae rubs his knuckles up his inner thighs, pushing Hyukjae’s legs further apart and pulling his boxers the rest of the way down.
“Oh, I don’t know. An empty bed for one.”
“Sorry to nghh… ruin your plans,” Hyukjae answers, no excuses, no shame. His cheeks are the faintest of reds but Donghae knows it’s arousal not embarrassment.
Raising his eyebrows, Donghae places his hands on Hyukjae’s wrists. Hyukjae bucks forward, eyes flying open. He gasps a little when Donghae touches him but Donghae isn’t going to just give in to what Hyukjae wants. He did disrupt Donghae’s plans after all. He smiles and pries Hyukjae’s hands off his cock, stretching his arms at his sides and holding Hyukjae’s hands to the mattress. Hyukjae groans, his eyes silently plead and Donghae feels his own cock respond. Licking his lips, Donghae lowers his mouth to Hyukjae’s knee, feeling his pulse throbbing beneath his lips. He brushes his lips up Hyukjae’s thighs, nipping gently when he feels Hyukjae struggling against his hold.
“Why so impatient Hyukjae?” Donghae asks when he reaches the inside of Hyukjae’s thigh where it’s warm and soft. He sucks gently and Hyukjae moans, hips bucking again.
Hyukjae pulls at Donghae’s hands, trying to get him let go so he can grip Donghae’s chin and force him to take his cock into his mouth. Donghae’s hold is unrelenting and his mouth is so so close, Hyukjae can already feel Donghae’s tongue pushing him up to exactly where Hyukjae wants to go, can already taste himself on Donghae’s tongue when he’ll kiss him. Hyukjae groans because he’s not exactly helping himself. “Donghae please. Just fuck.”
“Fuck? No, I think you mean something else,” Donghae laughs but decides to take pity on him, dragging his tongue up the underside of Hyukjae’s cock, smirking when it jumps and stirs against Hyukjae’s stomach. Hyukjae sucks in a breath, his hips urging Donghae on but his hands no longer struggling. He watches Donghae swirl his tongue over his head with wet lips and Hyukjae breathes in and out, telling himself to relax because he knows he could come from just this. Nothing but Donghae’s wet lips brushing along his sensitive skin. He has.
Donghae looks up at Hyukjae through his eyelashes, his mouth open and hovering over Hyukjae’s cock. When Hyukjae tries pulling out of his grasp, Donghae smiles, grips intensifying right before taking Hyukjae into his mouth. Hyukjae sighs, his knees brush Donghae’s torso, practically melting into the bed, completely under the control of Donghae’s hot mouth. Donghae knows how to tease him with his tongue, how to have Hyukjae begging, shaking and almost coming undone. Almost because Donghae pulls away right when Hyukjae is about to lose it. He whimpers despite himself, in protest. Donghae’s smirk hangs off swollen lips and fuck Hyukjae can practically hear the mockery in it but he doesn’t care, leaning forward to kiss Donghae and taste himself in Donghae’s mouth.
Moaning into the kiss, Donghae lets go of Hyukjae’s wrists. He pulls Hyukjae closer by the hips so they meet, chest on chest, skin against fabric. Hyukjae tugs at the hem of Donghae’s shirt, breaking the kiss to pull Donghae’s shirt over his head then moving to undo his jeans.
“These. Off,” he mutters into the kiss, biting Donghae’s lower lip and tasting sweat and sun and long hours on his skin.
Donghae laughs against his lips, both their hands getting lost on his jeans, working together to get Donghae naked as quickly as possible.
“Shit. Hyuk!” Jeans pooled around his ankles, Donghae bucks his hips into Hyukjae’s palm. Hyukjae presses fleeting kisses to Donghae’s abdomen while his hand works Donghae’s cock, straining against Donghae’s boxers. He bites into Donghae’s hipbone and Donghae gasps, twisting his hands in Hyukjae’s hair and pulling. A satisfied thrill runs through Hyukjae when Donghae’s nails dig into his scalp and he wants to tease Donghae, have him breathless and panting with how much he wants it, but he wants to come more. He’ll tease Donghae some other time.
Tugging his boxers down, Hyukjae wraps his hand around the base, relishing in Donghae’s moan and the look in his eyes when Hyukjae rubs his cheek against the tip, Donghae’s mark on Hyukjae’s skin. He runs his tongue over it and takes the head into his mouth. Donghae tugs on his hair again. Hyukjae moans and hums as he goes deeper, shoots vibrations up Donghae’s cock all the way to the heat churning in his stomach and back, hot and fast. Sliding his lips along the shaft, Hyukjae grips Donghae’s ass, palms kneading roughly turning Donghae into a thrusting moaning mess.
“Fuck,” Donghae drags out breathlessly when Hyukjae presses a finger against his opening, blunt with its teasing intention.
Hyukjae groans when Donghae yanks on his hair, silently telling him to pull away. Hyukjae does, with a moan and sucking as tight as he can causing Donghae to thrust one final time, hips jerking on instinct.
They’re both breathing fast and shallow. Donghae pulls Hyukjae up, raising him off the bed a little, presses their mouths together and demanding tongue making its way into Hyukjae’s mouth. Hyukjae responds just as demanding, legs wrapping around Donghae’s waist to pull him onto the bed. They fall over with tangled legs and breathless groans. Donghae kicks his jeans completely off, Hyukjae’s feet skirting up his calves and hands pulling him closer. They rock against each other, cocks slick and searing between them, hips desperate for more contact and hands griping muscle and taught skin and Donghae loves how they move together, how they slide and fit with his leg between Hyukjae’s and Hyukjae’s long arms wrapped around him.
“Wait-wait,” Hyukjae stammers, pulling away and crawling towards Donghae’s bed side table, drawers opening and closing with impatient shoves.
Donghae rolls onto his stomach and inches closer so he can kiss the back of Hyukjae’s knees, smiling at Hyukjae’s quick but audible intake of breath. Hyukjae goes back to searching after a moment.
Watching Hyukjae’s body bent over like that makes Donghae’s entire body throb with need. Getting up on his knees, he licks up the back of Hyukjae’s leg from knee to the back of his thigh, contenting himself with turning Hyukjae into a state of wobbly kneed nerves to calm his own want.
“Donghae what are you-fuck!” Hyukjae lets out a breathless moan at the feel of Donghae’s tongue on his ass cheek, dragging ever so slowly. He slams the second to last drawer shut with a bang, almost slips off the bed when his body lurches forward, Donghae’s breath fiery hot on his lower back.
“Hmmm?” Donghae’s voice is wondering, lips now on the small of Hyukjae’s back. He reaches over and opens the final drawer, pulling a bottle out of it and offering it to Hyukjae. “Is this what you were looking for?”
Hyukjae chokes on his breath, every end nerve on fire. He grips the bottle and turns around, pushing Donghae backwards and straddling his hips, rutting against Donghae as he thrust the bottle into Donghae’s hand. Threading his fingers through Donghae’s hair, Hyukjae groans when Donghae pushes a cold finger into him, hands getting tangled with hairspray and the knots in Donghae’s hair. Donghae mumbles something against his skin, coaxes his mouth to kiss him and his body to open up to him, luring Hyukjae’s tongue into his mouth until he has Hyukjae bucking against his fingers and pleading for more.
Somehow, they end up with Hyukjae on his back, legs spread open and laid out for Donghae’s taking. The room is bathed in afternoon light falling across Hyukjae’s skin and shadowed by Donghae above him. Hyukjae runs his fingers beneath Donghae’s eyes, smearing his eyeliner further, his fingers smudge black along Donghae’s temple and the shell of his ear, tugging at the earing in his lobe. Donghae’s hips buck against Hyukjae’s thigh, his fingers inside of Hyukjae go further pressing on that spot causing Hyukjae to clamp around him and cry out.
“Just. Donghae, just do it,” Hyukjae moans against Donghae’s ear, sucking his earlobe into his mouth and mouthing wetly, the strange contrast of skin and metal on his tongue making him shiver.
They both sigh when Donghae, finally, presses his tip to Hyukjae, and as Donghae starts to push in, his entire body contracts because fuck, how long has it been since they’ve actually done this as opposed to messy hand jobs, palms pressed to each other’s mouths to keep quiet in the public bathroom of some broadcasting studio. Hyukjae is alive warm heat tight around his cock, responsive to Donghae’s every touch and tentative thrust, wrapping their legs together like vines that have outlasted the grim of time and rain. Hyukjae’s back arches when he’s completely filled, face twisted up like barb wire Donghae wants to pry apart and let loose.
Hands on either side of Hyukjae’s head, Donghae starts thrusting in and out, rocking his hips slowly into Hyukjae. He keeps his pace, sliding in and out almost dispassionately, as if he isn’t digging his fingernails into the bed to keep a grip on himself from erratically fucking Hyukjae senseless. He almost does it, almost gives in to the push and pull of Hyukjae’s body until Hyukjae makes these noises in the back of his throat. Impatient and insistent, he raises himself on his elbows and hooks his ankles around Donghae’s hips, lifting himself off the bed to make Donghae go deeper.
“Damn it Donghae! Stop being such a fucking tease and fuck me,” he practically growls into Donghae’s mouth, digging his teeth into Donghae’s bottom lip.
Donghae moans lowly, his head bowed down to watch as Hyukjae practically fucks himself on Donghae. A sharp tug at his hair makes him look up again and beneath the threat in Hyukjae’s eyes, there’s desperate need clouding his eyes, the look in them going straight to Donghae’s cock. With a sharp thrust, Donghae rests his head against Hyukjae’s neck as he picks up speed, urged on by Hyukjae’s breath hitching and each fluid roll of his hips.
But it’s not enough. Donghae wants Hyukjae’s body so strung out, wants to see him come so completely out of himself there’s nowhere to grab onto except the faint strings of coherency erased with the mere press of their bodies. Gripping Hyukjae’s thigh, Donghae pushes Hyukjae’s right leg against his chest, his other falling out wider and taking the sheets with it. Donghae gets on his knees and tilts Hyukjae’s hips upwards, only the tip of his cock in Hyukjae now as he readjusts and pushes back into Hyukjae.
“Donghae,” Hyukjae hisses his name through clenched teeth, elbows slipping as he presses his cheek to the pillow.” His lower body is pivoted off the bed and the strain on his back hurts but Donghae goes deep and fast. Hyukjae fists the sheets in his hands, his entire body wound up so tight he’s on the brink of the edge and letting go.
Sweat dots Donghae’s brow, he holds onto Hyukjae with a firm yet slipping grasp. He jerks into Hyukjae harshly while Hyukjae moans and tightens around him. Hyukjae reaches out his hand to pull Donghae down, lips meeting halfway and Donghae leans down so their chest to chest. Panting, Hyukjae pulls away from his mouth, drags his lips along Donghae’s face up to his ear again. Hyukjae bites down on his ear with a particularly hard tug that has Donghae trembling at the jolt it sends through him.
He turns his head so they’re kissing again, tasting a mix of sweat and themselves and each other. He drags his other hand down the bed until it is full with Hyukjae’s hips, traveling from his ass to the inside of his thighs, thumb rubbing lazily as his thrusts bury him deeper inside of Hyukjae, the tip of his cock pressing hard where Hyukjae needs it.
“Touch yourself,” Donghae breathes out, Hyukjae’s cock stirring between their abdomens.
Writhing against the mattress, Hyukjae digs one hand into Donghae’s hair the other trailing down his body. His index finger runs over his cock, groaning into the kiss that leaves him breathless and panting, toes curling at the sensation of Donghae inside him. He moans when Donghae’s nails scratch lightly against the hot skin of his inner thighs, hips jerking and all the heat overwhelming him so he comes, eyes wide, bangs curling on his forehead and body bucking mindlessly against Donghae.
Feeling Hyukjae’s body clenching around him and Hyukjae’s cum hot on his stomach and chest, Donghae’s hips stutter through the electric movement and the tension in is abdomen coils and explodes as he spills himself into Hyukjae, thrusting through his orgasm and clutching onto the tremors that rock his body.
With a grunt, Donghae pulls out of Hyukjae only to collapse ontop of him a few seconds later. He’s suddenly so tired but more than anything, he wants to hold Hyukjae a little longer, to be in his space and have Hyukjae in his. Hyukjae doesn’t seem to mind. He sighs softly, pupils still blown out with remnants of his arousal, his fingers still caught in Donghae’s hair. They lie there for a while, breathing quietly and tangled in this mess they make together, a mess made out of skin and lips and them smeared over bed sheets and kept in the clatter next to their rib cages.
After a while, Donghae rolls over. He takes Hyukjae with him and hooks Hyukjae’s leg over his hip.
“You’ve always been the subtle one out of the two of us.”
Hyukjae scoffs, his lips spreading into a smile as he presses his face to Donghae’s neck. “Yeah, well. At least I don’t text you telling you hard I am. During a live broadcast. Just to fuck with you.” Hyukjae hums, running his thumb lightly across the corner of Donghae’s eye. He looks at the black staining the pads of his fingers with bemusement. “You’re going to catch an eye infection or something, you know. Donghae. Donghae?”
Donghae merely babbles something back, eyes shut and his arms limp around Hyukjae.
Deciding Donghae might be on to something, Hyukjae pulls the sheets over them in case anyone thinks about coming in here, at least they won’t be too scarred for life. He falls asleep with his nose brushing against the warm skin of Donghae’s neck, one hand thread in Donghae’s hair and wondering why Donghae steals his underwear when his own is much more comfortable.
Fin
pairing: Donghae/Eunhyuk
rating: NC-17
summary: Exhaustion is just a state of mind
notes: So last week I promised tees2mai some Eunhae porn. This is the result of that.
you, me and this wire
When Donghae gets home, he has one thing on his mind; sleep. Fall in to bed and staying there for an eternity. Eternity won’t last long but while he’s knocked out cold, it’ll be long enough. He’s been on his feet for a good part of the day, filming under the sun leaving tan lines on his arms and neck and he still has eyeliner smudged around his eyes. None of it matters. Donghae has one thing on his mind. Sleep. The ache in his body and the crap in his eyes will have to wait.
When Donghae comes home to find Hyukjae jerking off on his bed, sleep is the last thing on Donghae’s mind.
He stands there for a moment digesting whta he’s seeing, caught between two thoughts. One, this is all a dream, a fucking hot dream, or two... Donghae can’t really think of two at the moment but he pinches himself to make sure he’s awake. His arm stings where his nails have dug in which means this is whatever option two was and then Donghae loses his train of thought because this is Hyukjae in Donghae’s room jerking off on Donghae’s bed Donghae’s boxers half way down his thighs.
Donghae watches Hyukjae’s hand fisting his cock, his eyes closed as he bites his lip to keep himself quiet. The sound of Hyukjae breathing is strangely loud in the room ripping up the silence and voicing every moan and gasp Hyukjae keeps stuck in his throat. Donghae holds onto the door with shaky fingers and feels himself harden in his jeans when Hyukjae throws his head back running his thumb over the head of his cock, fingers wet and slick with perspiration and himself. It’s simple really. Hyukjae gets hard, Donghae gets hard for him. A chain reaction.
It’s this, realising how desperate and wet Hyukjae is, what makes Donghae’s brain connect to the rest of his body again, lust rimmed eyes holding a smirk matching his mouth which he plans on putting to good use.
He closes the door with a silent click. The room is so quiet Hyukjae manages to hear it. His eyes widen and his hand freezes. They stare at each other, both tense until Hyukjae’s eyes fall shut again, his hand stroking up and down a moment after and this time, he moans loudly. It takes Donghae seconds to get from the door to the floor, on his knees in front of Hyukjae.
“This isn’t what I was expecting to come home to,” Donghae says casually. He runs a finger up Hyukjae’s leg, tracing from ankle to knee, smiling when Hyukjae’s legs spread a little wider.
“W-what what where you expecting?” Hyukjae asks. His voice is steady but his thigh trembles when Donghae rubs his knuckles up his inner thighs, pushing Hyukjae’s legs further apart and pulling his boxers the rest of the way down.
“Oh, I don’t know. An empty bed for one.”
“Sorry to nghh… ruin your plans,” Hyukjae answers, no excuses, no shame. His cheeks are the faintest of reds but Donghae knows it’s arousal not embarrassment.
Raising his eyebrows, Donghae places his hands on Hyukjae’s wrists. Hyukjae bucks forward, eyes flying open. He gasps a little when Donghae touches him but Donghae isn’t going to just give in to what Hyukjae wants. He did disrupt Donghae’s plans after all. He smiles and pries Hyukjae’s hands off his cock, stretching his arms at his sides and holding Hyukjae’s hands to the mattress. Hyukjae groans, his eyes silently plead and Donghae feels his own cock respond. Licking his lips, Donghae lowers his mouth to Hyukjae’s knee, feeling his pulse throbbing beneath his lips. He brushes his lips up Hyukjae’s thighs, nipping gently when he feels Hyukjae struggling against his hold.
“Why so impatient Hyukjae?” Donghae asks when he reaches the inside of Hyukjae’s thigh where it’s warm and soft. He sucks gently and Hyukjae moans, hips bucking again.
Hyukjae pulls at Donghae’s hands, trying to get him let go so he can grip Donghae’s chin and force him to take his cock into his mouth. Donghae’s hold is unrelenting and his mouth is so so close, Hyukjae can already feel Donghae’s tongue pushing him up to exactly where Hyukjae wants to go, can already taste himself on Donghae’s tongue when he’ll kiss him. Hyukjae groans because he’s not exactly helping himself. “Donghae please. Just fuck.”
“Fuck? No, I think you mean something else,” Donghae laughs but decides to take pity on him, dragging his tongue up the underside of Hyukjae’s cock, smirking when it jumps and stirs against Hyukjae’s stomach. Hyukjae sucks in a breath, his hips urging Donghae on but his hands no longer struggling. He watches Donghae swirl his tongue over his head with wet lips and Hyukjae breathes in and out, telling himself to relax because he knows he could come from just this. Nothing but Donghae’s wet lips brushing along his sensitive skin. He has.
Donghae looks up at Hyukjae through his eyelashes, his mouth open and hovering over Hyukjae’s cock. When Hyukjae tries pulling out of his grasp, Donghae smiles, grips intensifying right before taking Hyukjae into his mouth. Hyukjae sighs, his knees brush Donghae’s torso, practically melting into the bed, completely under the control of Donghae’s hot mouth. Donghae knows how to tease him with his tongue, how to have Hyukjae begging, shaking and almost coming undone. Almost because Donghae pulls away right when Hyukjae is about to lose it. He whimpers despite himself, in protest. Donghae’s smirk hangs off swollen lips and fuck Hyukjae can practically hear the mockery in it but he doesn’t care, leaning forward to kiss Donghae and taste himself in Donghae’s mouth.
Moaning into the kiss, Donghae lets go of Hyukjae’s wrists. He pulls Hyukjae closer by the hips so they meet, chest on chest, skin against fabric. Hyukjae tugs at the hem of Donghae’s shirt, breaking the kiss to pull Donghae’s shirt over his head then moving to undo his jeans.
“These. Off,” he mutters into the kiss, biting Donghae’s lower lip and tasting sweat and sun and long hours on his skin.
Donghae laughs against his lips, both their hands getting lost on his jeans, working together to get Donghae naked as quickly as possible.
“Shit. Hyuk!” Jeans pooled around his ankles, Donghae bucks his hips into Hyukjae’s palm. Hyukjae presses fleeting kisses to Donghae’s abdomen while his hand works Donghae’s cock, straining against Donghae’s boxers. He bites into Donghae’s hipbone and Donghae gasps, twisting his hands in Hyukjae’s hair and pulling. A satisfied thrill runs through Hyukjae when Donghae’s nails dig into his scalp and he wants to tease Donghae, have him breathless and panting with how much he wants it, but he wants to come more. He’ll tease Donghae some other time.
Tugging his boxers down, Hyukjae wraps his hand around the base, relishing in Donghae’s moan and the look in his eyes when Hyukjae rubs his cheek against the tip, Donghae’s mark on Hyukjae’s skin. He runs his tongue over it and takes the head into his mouth. Donghae tugs on his hair again. Hyukjae moans and hums as he goes deeper, shoots vibrations up Donghae’s cock all the way to the heat churning in his stomach and back, hot and fast. Sliding his lips along the shaft, Hyukjae grips Donghae’s ass, palms kneading roughly turning Donghae into a thrusting moaning mess.
“Fuck,” Donghae drags out breathlessly when Hyukjae presses a finger against his opening, blunt with its teasing intention.
Hyukjae groans when Donghae yanks on his hair, silently telling him to pull away. Hyukjae does, with a moan and sucking as tight as he can causing Donghae to thrust one final time, hips jerking on instinct.
They’re both breathing fast and shallow. Donghae pulls Hyukjae up, raising him off the bed a little, presses their mouths together and demanding tongue making its way into Hyukjae’s mouth. Hyukjae responds just as demanding, legs wrapping around Donghae’s waist to pull him onto the bed. They fall over with tangled legs and breathless groans. Donghae kicks his jeans completely off, Hyukjae’s feet skirting up his calves and hands pulling him closer. They rock against each other, cocks slick and searing between them, hips desperate for more contact and hands griping muscle and taught skin and Donghae loves how they move together, how they slide and fit with his leg between Hyukjae’s and Hyukjae’s long arms wrapped around him.
“Wait-wait,” Hyukjae stammers, pulling away and crawling towards Donghae’s bed side table, drawers opening and closing with impatient shoves.
Donghae rolls onto his stomach and inches closer so he can kiss the back of Hyukjae’s knees, smiling at Hyukjae’s quick but audible intake of breath. Hyukjae goes back to searching after a moment.
Watching Hyukjae’s body bent over like that makes Donghae’s entire body throb with need. Getting up on his knees, he licks up the back of Hyukjae’s leg from knee to the back of his thigh, contenting himself with turning Hyukjae into a state of wobbly kneed nerves to calm his own want.
“Donghae what are you-fuck!” Hyukjae lets out a breathless moan at the feel of Donghae’s tongue on his ass cheek, dragging ever so slowly. He slams the second to last drawer shut with a bang, almost slips off the bed when his body lurches forward, Donghae’s breath fiery hot on his lower back.
“Hmmm?” Donghae’s voice is wondering, lips now on the small of Hyukjae’s back. He reaches over and opens the final drawer, pulling a bottle out of it and offering it to Hyukjae. “Is this what you were looking for?”
Hyukjae chokes on his breath, every end nerve on fire. He grips the bottle and turns around, pushing Donghae backwards and straddling his hips, rutting against Donghae as he thrust the bottle into Donghae’s hand. Threading his fingers through Donghae’s hair, Hyukjae groans when Donghae pushes a cold finger into him, hands getting tangled with hairspray and the knots in Donghae’s hair. Donghae mumbles something against his skin, coaxes his mouth to kiss him and his body to open up to him, luring Hyukjae’s tongue into his mouth until he has Hyukjae bucking against his fingers and pleading for more.
Somehow, they end up with Hyukjae on his back, legs spread open and laid out for Donghae’s taking. The room is bathed in afternoon light falling across Hyukjae’s skin and shadowed by Donghae above him. Hyukjae runs his fingers beneath Donghae’s eyes, smearing his eyeliner further, his fingers smudge black along Donghae’s temple and the shell of his ear, tugging at the earing in his lobe. Donghae’s hips buck against Hyukjae’s thigh, his fingers inside of Hyukjae go further pressing on that spot causing Hyukjae to clamp around him and cry out.
“Just. Donghae, just do it,” Hyukjae moans against Donghae’s ear, sucking his earlobe into his mouth and mouthing wetly, the strange contrast of skin and metal on his tongue making him shiver.
They both sigh when Donghae, finally, presses his tip to Hyukjae, and as Donghae starts to push in, his entire body contracts because fuck, how long has it been since they’ve actually done this as opposed to messy hand jobs, palms pressed to each other’s mouths to keep quiet in the public bathroom of some broadcasting studio. Hyukjae is alive warm heat tight around his cock, responsive to Donghae’s every touch and tentative thrust, wrapping their legs together like vines that have outlasted the grim of time and rain. Hyukjae’s back arches when he’s completely filled, face twisted up like barb wire Donghae wants to pry apart and let loose.
Hands on either side of Hyukjae’s head, Donghae starts thrusting in and out, rocking his hips slowly into Hyukjae. He keeps his pace, sliding in and out almost dispassionately, as if he isn’t digging his fingernails into the bed to keep a grip on himself from erratically fucking Hyukjae senseless. He almost does it, almost gives in to the push and pull of Hyukjae’s body until Hyukjae makes these noises in the back of his throat. Impatient and insistent, he raises himself on his elbows and hooks his ankles around Donghae’s hips, lifting himself off the bed to make Donghae go deeper.
“Damn it Donghae! Stop being such a fucking tease and fuck me,” he practically growls into Donghae’s mouth, digging his teeth into Donghae’s bottom lip.
Donghae moans lowly, his head bowed down to watch as Hyukjae practically fucks himself on Donghae. A sharp tug at his hair makes him look up again and beneath the threat in Hyukjae’s eyes, there’s desperate need clouding his eyes, the look in them going straight to Donghae’s cock. With a sharp thrust, Donghae rests his head against Hyukjae’s neck as he picks up speed, urged on by Hyukjae’s breath hitching and each fluid roll of his hips.
But it’s not enough. Donghae wants Hyukjae’s body so strung out, wants to see him come so completely out of himself there’s nowhere to grab onto except the faint strings of coherency erased with the mere press of their bodies. Gripping Hyukjae’s thigh, Donghae pushes Hyukjae’s right leg against his chest, his other falling out wider and taking the sheets with it. Donghae gets on his knees and tilts Hyukjae’s hips upwards, only the tip of his cock in Hyukjae now as he readjusts and pushes back into Hyukjae.
“Donghae,” Hyukjae hisses his name through clenched teeth, elbows slipping as he presses his cheek to the pillow.” His lower body is pivoted off the bed and the strain on his back hurts but Donghae goes deep and fast. Hyukjae fists the sheets in his hands, his entire body wound up so tight he’s on the brink of the edge and letting go.
Sweat dots Donghae’s brow, he holds onto Hyukjae with a firm yet slipping grasp. He jerks into Hyukjae harshly while Hyukjae moans and tightens around him. Hyukjae reaches out his hand to pull Donghae down, lips meeting halfway and Donghae leans down so their chest to chest. Panting, Hyukjae pulls away from his mouth, drags his lips along Donghae’s face up to his ear again. Hyukjae bites down on his ear with a particularly hard tug that has Donghae trembling at the jolt it sends through him.
He turns his head so they’re kissing again, tasting a mix of sweat and themselves and each other. He drags his other hand down the bed until it is full with Hyukjae’s hips, traveling from his ass to the inside of his thighs, thumb rubbing lazily as his thrusts bury him deeper inside of Hyukjae, the tip of his cock pressing hard where Hyukjae needs it.
“Touch yourself,” Donghae breathes out, Hyukjae’s cock stirring between their abdomens.
Writhing against the mattress, Hyukjae digs one hand into Donghae’s hair the other trailing down his body. His index finger runs over his cock, groaning into the kiss that leaves him breathless and panting, toes curling at the sensation of Donghae inside him. He moans when Donghae’s nails scratch lightly against the hot skin of his inner thighs, hips jerking and all the heat overwhelming him so he comes, eyes wide, bangs curling on his forehead and body bucking mindlessly against Donghae.
Feeling Hyukjae’s body clenching around him and Hyukjae’s cum hot on his stomach and chest, Donghae’s hips stutter through the electric movement and the tension in is abdomen coils and explodes as he spills himself into Hyukjae, thrusting through his orgasm and clutching onto the tremors that rock his body.
With a grunt, Donghae pulls out of Hyukjae only to collapse ontop of him a few seconds later. He’s suddenly so tired but more than anything, he wants to hold Hyukjae a little longer, to be in his space and have Hyukjae in his. Hyukjae doesn’t seem to mind. He sighs softly, pupils still blown out with remnants of his arousal, his fingers still caught in Donghae’s hair. They lie there for a while, breathing quietly and tangled in this mess they make together, a mess made out of skin and lips and them smeared over bed sheets and kept in the clatter next to their rib cages.
After a while, Donghae rolls over. He takes Hyukjae with him and hooks Hyukjae’s leg over his hip.
“You’ve always been the subtle one out of the two of us.”
Hyukjae scoffs, his lips spreading into a smile as he presses his face to Donghae’s neck. “Yeah, well. At least I don’t text you telling you hard I am. During a live broadcast. Just to fuck with you.” Hyukjae hums, running his thumb lightly across the corner of Donghae’s eye. He looks at the black staining the pads of his fingers with bemusement. “You’re going to catch an eye infection or something, you know. Donghae. Donghae?”
Donghae merely babbles something back, eyes shut and his arms limp around Hyukjae.
Deciding Donghae might be on to something, Hyukjae pulls the sheets over them in case anyone thinks about coming in here, at least they won’t be too scarred for life. He falls asleep with his nose brushing against the warm skin of Donghae’s neck, one hand thread in Donghae’s hair and wondering why Donghae steals his underwear when his own is much more comfortable.
Fin