Request #1 Filled : "It's Always Special With You." (KiHae)
Kibum/Donghae
(Slight instances of HanChul)
Requested by: kumagoro4303
Rating: R, swearing and sexual situations.
Genre: Fluffy, near-smutty.
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Forehead pressed firmly against his computer desk, he wished Blizzard would release Starcraft 2 for him tonight. Just so he could go buy it and play away Valentine's Day, bored and depressed as he was with being single on Feburary 14th. Oh, it would be fine to play the original, if he wasn't starting to get bored as hell with it and/or he kept getting teamed with couples. There is a limit on how many years you can play one game, after all. And how much cyber PDA "*hugs*" and "*kiss!*" one Kim Kibum can stand.
Only single people are allowed to kill Zerg on Valentine's Day, damnit.
Kibum squeezed his eyes shut tight as he saw a pair of familiar red Converses appear close to the feet of the desk. "Yah. What the hell are you doing, Kibummie?"
He managed a grunt in response, beginning to poke blindly at the monitor in order to turn it off without having to look up. Once he'd stubbed his fingers sufficiently on the screen, the Heechul at his side finally guided his hand to the button. An electronic click signalled the end of the task (and also that it was time for his hand to fall limply next to his head, probably illiciting a weird look from his hyung). "I think I might be dead, Heechul-hyung. I can't tell yet."
The telltale pre-rant intake-of-breath was, fortunately, interrupted by another voice. "Kibum-ah, don't forget to lock up if you do go out tonight. We'll be back later on, but if something happens, it's okay to call us." Hannie! Good timing.. "Especially if you need something to eat or you get sick. It's been cold lately, yes? Just call."
Suddenly Kibum imagined Heechul's "Do it, I dare you!" look at his lover's statement, and decided he'd not take the Chinaman up on that offer.Especially after the subtle kick those red Converses delivered at his ankles. Even if King Kong scaled their building, and decided to kidnap him personally. He might call Yesung-hyung though. Yesung would laugh his ass off and then some.
"Thank you. I will." Definately not. "Have a good time."
After all the coat shuffling was completed, he listened to resident couple leave him very alone in their apartment. When he was absolutely sure they were both out of ear shot he added very quietly, "And use protection~" He giggled, a little stupidly by his own account.
He began to sit up, little too fast by his own account, which incurred lots of dizziness. Pushing his palms against his eyelids, he cursed softly as he tried to regain some of his bearings. "Aish...." What else can happen today? Earthquake? A burgular?
Creak, rustle.
Adrenaline filled his stomach with a cold fear, forcing his brain to cease its spinning. You're joking. His neck refused to turn to look at the sound, allowing instead only his eyes to sneak to the computer screen. Reflected in the dark surface....
Was definately a dark figure behind Kibum's own. Who, he noticed, was breathing quite rapidly.
For one weird moment after he realized it wasn't a hallucination, he hoped it was a crazy fan come to rape him. Rape would not equate to a pissed off princess bitching about his things being stolen.
He pushed his voice somehow from his mouth, relieved when it didn't waver. "All right. I'm telling you right now, I know hapkido."
"Oh, wow Kibum-shii, I never knew that!"
This time, Kibum was impressed with himself when didn't scream like a school girl when he was glomped from the computer chair. He stared up at the cieling for a moment, all the dizziness flooding back; before he noticed the very familiar face of the individual now pinning him to the floor. Oh. You.
"Hae? Lee Donghae? Why are you breaking into our dorm?"
"Huh?" The dancer sat up, straddled across the younger man's hips. Contact that was making Kibum impossibly uncomfortable for some reason. What the hell's going on down there? Focus Kibum, focus. Focus.Focusdamnitfocus.
"I didn't break in, Kibummie. I just came by when those guys left. The door wasn't closed yet, so I let myself in." He laughed in that abrupt way of his, arm flying behind head almost sheepishly. "Anyway, you're glad to see me right? Right?"
He swallowed his growing frusteration, and managed to shift until he could get on his elbows. "Well, of course I'm glad to see you. But why are you here, Hae? Didn't you have a date or something?"
Donghae's lips suddenly twisted to the side, his puppy eyes partially lidded: thoughtfully? Unhappily? "Well. Not yet." His hyung's hands dipped into the pockets of his sweatshirt, and Kibum wondered why the hell he kept noticing every little movement he was making.
Gulp. What the hell's wrong Kibum?! F-o-c-u-s. "Not yet, Hae?"
Even as Kibum spoke, Donghae produced a shiny, extremely red, heart-shaped box from said pockets. It was slightly dented from the massive tackle/hug, but its meaning was absolutely clear. A Valentine's Day Gift. "Who's it for?" Me? No way. No way.
The answer was a soft, inward smile, dark eyes focusing on the gift in hand. "Kibummie, you might think that I'm joking. But before you say anything like that, it isn't the case." He blushed, pushing the gift toward him nervously. Those same eyes turned their attention to Kibum's face, shining with Hae-variety determination. "I really like you. It's been a long time since I started to. When Hannie-hyung told me there wasn't anyone for you tonight, I just had to....anyway....Kibummie, even if I'm freaking you out, please accept this. You don't have to be my Valentine if you don't want to."
Holy Fuck.
Such a declaration left Kibum stunned, accepting the present and lowering himself involuntarily back to the floor to gather his bearings. Usually, he'd laugh this off; only Donghae wasn't that great at pretending to be sincere. So. No joke.
He lifted the box above his face, examining every red sparkle, every fold and ripple of the pink ribbon. One of his best friends confessed his liking for him? One of the cuter ones too? "Holy fuck."
An intake of breath similar to the Heechul-rant kind issued from the boy still on top of him. "No, no, wait," Kibum blurted, doing his best to preempt any tantrum or string of apologies. He set the sparkling gift aside and placed his hands on Donghae's hips, squeezing to get his attention."No, it's a good thing. I'll do it. I want to be your Valentine, Hae."
The resulting elated bouncing and adorable Mokpo incoherency almost made Kibum groan out loud. As if the position wasn't awkward as it was.
No more focus. Can't do it. Please don't hit me. Please don't hit me.
Donghae stiffened slightly as Kibum's hands slid beneath his sweatshirt. "Hae," he murmured, stroking his fingers against his Valentine's abdomen. "If you wanted a gift too....I didn't buy you anything." The rapper blushed as the older boy grew warmer, even shivering at such slight touch. Taking this as a sign, he pressed on, sampling as much of Donghae as he could reach; making a special effort to dip his hands beneath waistband of his jeans.
"There's this Kibum you can have though....I'm sure he wouldn't mind having you either."
This time, he didn't stop himself from moaning as Donghae pushed his ass roughly against his coming hard-on; how could he? But the sound was quickly muffled by an eager kiss from the Mokpo boy, who suddenly couldn't keep his hands to himself. He started to wonder where the hell his shirt went and how it came off so fast, but those thoughts were soon diminished. By the hot lips assaulting this throat, the rough fingers teasing heat into his bare chest, carressing breastbone to nipples to bared hips.
"Mm, Donghae....More...more soon. Don't stop..." I love Valentine's Day. I love Valentine's Day.
Against his throbbing skin, he heard a slight mischevious giggle. "We won't be stopping any time soon, Valentine. You taste so good...."
MEANWHILE...
With one perfectly groomed brow arched, ear pressed to the door, Heechul showed his waiting palm to his boyfriend. "Fork over all your Won. I win."
Hankyung pouted a little, scooting closer to hear for himself. "How can you tell? You're probably just taking advantage again."
As if to answer his question, a sudden and unabashed moan escaped their dorm at full volume. A smirk flitted across Heechul's face, fingers waving expectantly for their prize. With a sigh, the Chinaman removed the wallet from his pocket, and began to shift through his losses. "You know, if we don't leave soon, we're going to lose our reservations."
"Yah, Kyungie-baby. We won't. But even so, who cares? "
"Huh?" He lost count and looked up, knitting his brows in confusion. "But it's a special day..."
"As long as we spend it together, does it matter?"
Hankyung smiled then, going back to counting out the amount. "No. It's always special with you."
Another incredible moan had him grab his Cinderella and pull him embarrassedly to the elevator, explaining, "Even so, what will the neighbors think?"
(Slight instances of HanChul)
Requested by: kumagoro4303
Rating: R, swearing and sexual situations.
Genre: Fluffy, near-smutty.
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Forehead pressed firmly against his computer desk, he wished Blizzard would release Starcraft 2 for him tonight. Just so he could go buy it and play away Valentine's Day, bored and depressed as he was with being single on Feburary 14th. Oh, it would be fine to play the original, if he wasn't starting to get bored as hell with it and/or he kept getting teamed with couples. There is a limit on how many years you can play one game, after all. And how much cyber PDA "*hugs*" and "*kiss!*" one Kim Kibum can stand.
Only single people are allowed to kill Zerg on Valentine's Day, damnit.
Kibum squeezed his eyes shut tight as he saw a pair of familiar red Converses appear close to the feet of the desk. "Yah. What the hell are you doing, Kibummie?"
He managed a grunt in response, beginning to poke blindly at the monitor in order to turn it off without having to look up. Once he'd stubbed his fingers sufficiently on the screen, the Heechul at his side finally guided his hand to the button. An electronic click signalled the end of the task (and also that it was time for his hand to fall limply next to his head, probably illiciting a weird look from his hyung). "I think I might be dead, Heechul-hyung. I can't tell yet."
The telltale pre-rant intake-of-breath was, fortunately, interrupted by another voice. "Kibum-ah, don't forget to lock up if you do go out tonight. We'll be back later on, but if something happens, it's okay to call us." Hannie! Good timing.. "Especially if you need something to eat or you get sick. It's been cold lately, yes? Just call."
Suddenly Kibum imagined Heechul's "Do it, I dare you!" look at his lover's statement, and decided he'd not take the Chinaman up on that offer.Especially after the subtle kick those red Converses delivered at his ankles. Even if King Kong scaled their building, and decided to kidnap him personally. He might call Yesung-hyung though. Yesung would laugh his ass off and then some.
"Thank you. I will." Definately not. "Have a good time."
After all the coat shuffling was completed, he listened to resident couple leave him very alone in their apartment. When he was absolutely sure they were both out of ear shot he added very quietly, "And use protection~" He giggled, a little stupidly by his own account.
He began to sit up, little too fast by his own account, which incurred lots of dizziness. Pushing his palms against his eyelids, he cursed softly as he tried to regain some of his bearings. "Aish...." What else can happen today? Earthquake? A burgular?
Creak, rustle.
Adrenaline filled his stomach with a cold fear, forcing his brain to cease its spinning. You're joking. His neck refused to turn to look at the sound, allowing instead only his eyes to sneak to the computer screen. Reflected in the dark surface....
Was definately a dark figure behind Kibum's own. Who, he noticed, was breathing quite rapidly.
For one weird moment after he realized it wasn't a hallucination, he hoped it was a crazy fan come to rape him. Rape would not equate to a pissed off princess bitching about his things being stolen.
He pushed his voice somehow from his mouth, relieved when it didn't waver. "All right. I'm telling you right now, I know hapkido."
"Oh, wow Kibum-shii, I never knew that!"
This time, Kibum was impressed with himself when didn't scream like a school girl when he was glomped from the computer chair. He stared up at the cieling for a moment, all the dizziness flooding back; before he noticed the very familiar face of the individual now pinning him to the floor. Oh. You.
"Hae? Lee Donghae? Why are you breaking into our dorm?"
"Huh?" The dancer sat up, straddled across the younger man's hips. Contact that was making Kibum impossibly uncomfortable for some reason. What the hell's going on down there? Focus Kibum, focus. Focus.Focusdamnitfocus.
"I didn't break in, Kibummie. I just came by when those guys left. The door wasn't closed yet, so I let myself in." He laughed in that abrupt way of his, arm flying behind head almost sheepishly. "Anyway, you're glad to see me right? Right?"
He swallowed his growing frusteration, and managed to shift until he could get on his elbows. "Well, of course I'm glad to see you. But why are you here, Hae? Didn't you have a date or something?"
Donghae's lips suddenly twisted to the side, his puppy eyes partially lidded: thoughtfully? Unhappily? "Well. Not yet." His hyung's hands dipped into the pockets of his sweatshirt, and Kibum wondered why the hell he kept noticing every little movement he was making.
Gulp. What the hell's wrong Kibum?! F-o-c-u-s. "Not yet, Hae?"
Even as Kibum spoke, Donghae produced a shiny, extremely red, heart-shaped box from said pockets. It was slightly dented from the massive tackle/hug, but its meaning was absolutely clear. A Valentine's Day Gift. "Who's it for?" Me? No way. No way.
The answer was a soft, inward smile, dark eyes focusing on the gift in hand. "Kibummie, you might think that I'm joking. But before you say anything like that, it isn't the case." He blushed, pushing the gift toward him nervously. Those same eyes turned their attention to Kibum's face, shining with Hae-variety determination. "I really like you. It's been a long time since I started to. When Hannie-hyung told me there wasn't anyone for you tonight, I just had to....anyway....Kibummie, even if I'm freaking you out, please accept this. You don't have to be my Valentine if you don't want to."
Holy Fuck.
Such a declaration left Kibum stunned, accepting the present and lowering himself involuntarily back to the floor to gather his bearings. Usually, he'd laugh this off; only Donghae wasn't that great at pretending to be sincere. So. No joke.
He lifted the box above his face, examining every red sparkle, every fold and ripple of the pink ribbon. One of his best friends confessed his liking for him? One of the cuter ones too? "Holy fuck."
An intake of breath similar to the Heechul-rant kind issued from the boy still on top of him. "No, no, wait," Kibum blurted, doing his best to preempt any tantrum or string of apologies. He set the sparkling gift aside and placed his hands on Donghae's hips, squeezing to get his attention."No, it's a good thing. I'll do it. I want to be your Valentine, Hae."
The resulting elated bouncing and adorable Mokpo incoherency almost made Kibum groan out loud. As if the position wasn't awkward as it was.
No more focus. Can't do it. Please don't hit me. Please don't hit me.
Donghae stiffened slightly as Kibum's hands slid beneath his sweatshirt. "Hae," he murmured, stroking his fingers against his Valentine's abdomen. "If you wanted a gift too....I didn't buy you anything." The rapper blushed as the older boy grew warmer, even shivering at such slight touch. Taking this as a sign, he pressed on, sampling as much of Donghae as he could reach; making a special effort to dip his hands beneath waistband of his jeans.
"There's this Kibum you can have though....I'm sure he wouldn't mind having you either."
This time, he didn't stop himself from moaning as Donghae pushed his ass roughly against his coming hard-on; how could he? But the sound was quickly muffled by an eager kiss from the Mokpo boy, who suddenly couldn't keep his hands to himself. He started to wonder where the hell his shirt went and how it came off so fast, but those thoughts were soon diminished. By the hot lips assaulting this throat, the rough fingers teasing heat into his bare chest, carressing breastbone to nipples to bared hips.
"Mm, Donghae....More...more soon. Don't stop..." I love Valentine's Day. I love Valentine's Day.
Against his throbbing skin, he heard a slight mischevious giggle. "We won't be stopping any time soon, Valentine. You taste so good...."
MEANWHILE...
With one perfectly groomed brow arched, ear pressed to the door, Heechul showed his waiting palm to his boyfriend. "Fork over all your Won. I win."
Hankyung pouted a little, scooting closer to hear for himself. "How can you tell? You're probably just taking advantage again."
As if to answer his question, a sudden and unabashed moan escaped their dorm at full volume. A smirk flitted across Heechul's face, fingers waving expectantly for their prize. With a sigh, the Chinaman removed the wallet from his pocket, and began to shift through his losses. "You know, if we don't leave soon, we're going to lose our reservations."
"Yah, Kyungie-baby. We won't. But even so, who cares? "
"Huh?" He lost count and looked up, knitting his brows in confusion. "But it's a special day..."
"As long as we spend it together, does it matter?"
Hankyung smiled then, going back to counting out the amount. "No. It's always special with you."
Another incredible moan had him grab his Cinderella and pull him embarrassedly to the elevator, explaining, "Even so, what will the neighbors think?"