never stop believing (and i like that shirt you have on), kangin/eeteuk
never stop believing (and i like that shirt you have on), kangin/eeteuk, NC-17.
Summary: Eeteuk doesn't believe Kangin is here because Kangin is just an illusion, right? No.
for panaramic , merry christmas. ♥ (her) ☆ ^ infinity.
The cheers from the fans follow them all the way backstage; various forms of '我爱你们!', '安可!', '别走!' and even a few ' 嫁给我吧!' echoing behind them. Eeteuk's face is lit in a tired but happy grin as he enters the changing room, members following behind. Their Super Show 2 in Nanjing is officially over, and while it isn't one of their best concerts (how could it, when two members were missing?), it has definitely been a good one. Eeteuk checks his phone, sees seventeen new messages and stares for a moment, not believing it. As he slowly scrolls through all of them, he blinks, widens his eyes, flushes lightly before finally swallowing hard. Looking around, Eeteuk quickly keeps his cell phone. Later, he skips the after-party, excusing himself with a small grin and a 'I'm too tired', followed quickly by a barely concealed yawn. Their manager looks at him with sympathy and allows Eeteuk to return.
When Eeteuk enters his hotel room, he sits on the bed for a while, slowly rereading every one of those messages.
Five minutes later, he is an urgent need of a cold shower.
Eeteuk's fingers slide over his erection and his head falls forwards, small moan slipping out of his parted lips. "Fuck," he moans aloud, image of Kangin burned into the back of his eyelids. "Fuck, Kangin...," Eeteuk moans, fingers giving a small tug. Then, too-cold fingers are deftly wrapped around Eeteuk's fingers, giving a slight flick here, another tug there -- and Eeteuk comes with a loud groan. The fingers never still, although they do move slower while helping Eeteuk through his orgasm. Finally, Eeteuk rests against the cold bathroom walls, breath leaving his mouth in short, rapid pants. He closes his eyes, imagining those fingers to be Kangin.
When those fingers finally leave his cock and moves to his shoulder, gently spinning him around, Eeteuk doesn't open his eyes. Those warm, rough and big hands on his shoulders feel exactly like Kangin's, and Eeteuk is not about to break out of his dream.
"Hyung," a raspy voice whispers from in front of him. "Hyung, you look really hot."
Eeteuk's heart skip a beat - Kangin? - but he still doesn't open his eyes. Before he knows it, a peppermint-tinged breath ghosts over his wet lips. His heart skips another beat as warm lips descends on his. He feels those slightly chapped lips move against his, hesitant at first before moving with more confidence. Eeteuk's own lips begin to move in response, and his lips part when Eeteuk feels a tongue flicking at them. Immediately, his mouth gets invaded. The tongue in his mouth explores his hungrily, urgently, and Eeteuk's own tongue slides, bumps and explores the other's mouth just as urgently. His hands move to tangle in his partner's hair just as he feels cold hands roaming up his white sleeveless shirt. He feels fingers twisting and tweaking his nipples, and Eeteuk moans into the kiss. His body, originally pressed against the other's body, moves backwards slightly to allow his shirt to be pulled off, but the hands leave his shirt instead. The kiss gets broken, and Eeteuk hears heavy panting from in front of him, except his mind tells him of course that's your imagination.
Gentle but firm hands cup Eeteuk's face. He almost opens his eyes then, before remembering not to. Maybe if he stays like this, the dream will come back. It takes a thumb sliding over his cheekbone for Eeteuk to realise that the wet smear left behind are his tears. I'm crying?
A voice laced with concern murmurs, "Why are you crying, Jungsoo hyung?" Silence.
After a long moment, the fingers leave his face and Eeteuk shudders once, before finally crumbling into muscular, toned arms which fold around Eeteuk's slight frame. He smells sweat, vanilla and Kangin, which only makes him cry harder. Kangin's voice hushes him as Kangin pulls him closer, tighter. The both of them stay like this for a long moment, Eeteuk crying and the make-believe Kangin holding him. Eeteuk thinks that he never wants to wake up from this dream.
Eons after Eeteuk has stopped crying, a wet tongue slides over the back of his neck. He ignores it and a finger trails down his pale chest, dipping into his navel and finally stopping with Eeteuk's cock wrapped in them. The hand pumps once, and it successfully causes Eeteuk to jerk back to the present. He opens his eyes with a gasp, taking a few seconds to focus on the person in front of him. Kangin's lips are curved upwards in a soft smile, but his eyes are unreadable. "Kangin...?" Eeteuk whispers, unable to believe it.
When Kangin gives a slow nod, Eeteuk finally realises that Kangin is there, has been there all along.
okay so i obviously fail. this was supposed to be totally smut? EXCEPT IT DIDN'T WORK BECAUSE YOU KNOW. SME IS A DOUCHE AND I MISS KANGIN AND THAT'S WHY IT TURNED OUT LIKE THAT. if you want to know, i started writing based on this picture - i believe my exact words to charlotte and sheena were 'he's fucking gorgeous *_____* and the material of his shirt, it's like... i can imagine kangin? mouthing teukie's nipples through the shirt and getting it wet around the hardening nipples and FML I AM TOO YOUNG FOR THIS SHIT, GET OUT OF MY LIFE EETEUK.' yes. so anyway it needs to be ficced and here you go, a random paragraph that occurs sometime after that, probably.
"Hyung...," Kangin begins, eyes dark with desire.
"Yes?" Eeteuk says sleepily, head not moving from his position on Kangin's shoulder. They have been in that position, leaning against the bathroom wall, ever since Eeteuk finally stopped crying (again). Sometime ago it has occurred to them that they should probably move, but Eeteuk is too lazy, and Kangin. Well, let's just say Kangin has other thoughts on his mind. Thoughts that involve water, bathroom sex and a naked Eeteuk against the wall.
Kangin moves back then, and before Eeteuk knows it, hungry lips are on his again. Kangin's tongue invades his mouth when Eeteuk opens it to protest (causing Eeteuk's thoughts go from 'wait, what?' to 'sjkfldjsklfd' in a matter of seconds). They kiss hungrily like that, hands roaming the other's body. Kangin breaks the kiss after a moment, starting to trail kisses down Eeteuk's jawline. Teeth sink into Eeteuk's pale, creamy neck and a jolt of pain causes Eeteuk's eyes to snap open. A gasp leaves his lips, but the words 'What are you doing?' never come, because Kangin's tongue soon soothes the spot. And when he begins sucking, any sort of pain is far from Eeteuk's mind.
After lavishing enough attention on Eeteuk's neck and successfully marring it with pale red bite marks, Kangin nibbles at a spot on Eeteuk's collarbone. His tongue swipes over it one last time, before Kangin makes his way down. At this point, Eeteuk's head has fallen back in pleasure, hands digging into the sweatshirt Kangin has on him. Too much clothes, he thinks briefly, except then a warm mouth is wrapped around his nipple, and - oh, fuck. The translucent and wet fabric shows a hint of pink. A moan slips from Eeteuk's mouth as his hips jerk forward.
"Kangin," Eeteuk groans, hard beyond belief. "Fuck me." And Kangin complies.
i fail at endings.
note: 我爱你们! is I love all of you, '安可!' is encore, '别走!' is don't leave, and ' 嫁给我吧' means marry me, bitch. YES I'M TALKING TO YOU.
Summary: Eeteuk doesn't believe Kangin is here because Kangin is just an illusion, right? No.
for panaramic , merry christmas. ♥ (her) ☆ ^ infinity.
The cheers from the fans follow them all the way backstage; various forms of '我爱你们!', '安可!', '别走!' and even a few ' 嫁给我吧!' echoing behind them. Eeteuk's face is lit in a tired but happy grin as he enters the changing room, members following behind. Their Super Show 2 in Nanjing is officially over, and while it isn't one of their best concerts (how could it, when two members were missing?), it has definitely been a good one. Eeteuk checks his phone, sees seventeen new messages and stares for a moment, not believing it. As he slowly scrolls through all of them, he blinks, widens his eyes, flushes lightly before finally swallowing hard. Looking around, Eeteuk quickly keeps his cell phone. Later, he skips the after-party, excusing himself with a small grin and a 'I'm too tired', followed quickly by a barely concealed yawn. Their manager looks at him with sympathy and allows Eeteuk to return.
When Eeteuk enters his hotel room, he sits on the bed for a while, slowly rereading every one of those messages.
Five minutes later, he is an urgent need of a cold shower.
Eeteuk's fingers slide over his erection and his head falls forwards, small moan slipping out of his parted lips. "Fuck," he moans aloud, image of Kangin burned into the back of his eyelids. "Fuck, Kangin...," Eeteuk moans, fingers giving a small tug. Then, too-cold fingers are deftly wrapped around Eeteuk's fingers, giving a slight flick here, another tug there -- and Eeteuk comes with a loud groan. The fingers never still, although they do move slower while helping Eeteuk through his orgasm. Finally, Eeteuk rests against the cold bathroom walls, breath leaving his mouth in short, rapid pants. He closes his eyes, imagining those fingers to be Kangin.
When those fingers finally leave his cock and moves to his shoulder, gently spinning him around, Eeteuk doesn't open his eyes. Those warm, rough and big hands on his shoulders feel exactly like Kangin's, and Eeteuk is not about to break out of his dream.
"Hyung," a raspy voice whispers from in front of him. "Hyung, you look really hot."
Eeteuk's heart skip a beat - Kangin? - but he still doesn't open his eyes. Before he knows it, a peppermint-tinged breath ghosts over his wet lips. His heart skips another beat as warm lips descends on his. He feels those slightly chapped lips move against his, hesitant at first before moving with more confidence. Eeteuk's own lips begin to move in response, and his lips part when Eeteuk feels a tongue flicking at them. Immediately, his mouth gets invaded. The tongue in his mouth explores his hungrily, urgently, and Eeteuk's own tongue slides, bumps and explores the other's mouth just as urgently. His hands move to tangle in his partner's hair just as he feels cold hands roaming up his white sleeveless shirt. He feels fingers twisting and tweaking his nipples, and Eeteuk moans into the kiss. His body, originally pressed against the other's body, moves backwards slightly to allow his shirt to be pulled off, but the hands leave his shirt instead. The kiss gets broken, and Eeteuk hears heavy panting from in front of him, except his mind tells him of course that's your imagination.
Gentle but firm hands cup Eeteuk's face. He almost opens his eyes then, before remembering not to. Maybe if he stays like this, the dream will come back. It takes a thumb sliding over his cheekbone for Eeteuk to realise that the wet smear left behind are his tears. I'm crying?
A voice laced with concern murmurs, "Why are you crying, Jungsoo hyung?" Silence.
After a long moment, the fingers leave his face and Eeteuk shudders once, before finally crumbling into muscular, toned arms which fold around Eeteuk's slight frame. He smells sweat, vanilla and Kangin, which only makes him cry harder. Kangin's voice hushes him as Kangin pulls him closer, tighter. The both of them stay like this for a long moment, Eeteuk crying and the make-believe Kangin holding him. Eeteuk thinks that he never wants to wake up from this dream.
Eons after Eeteuk has stopped crying, a wet tongue slides over the back of his neck. He ignores it and a finger trails down his pale chest, dipping into his navel and finally stopping with Eeteuk's cock wrapped in them. The hand pumps once, and it successfully causes Eeteuk to jerk back to the present. He opens his eyes with a gasp, taking a few seconds to focus on the person in front of him. Kangin's lips are curved upwards in a soft smile, but his eyes are unreadable. "Kangin...?" Eeteuk whispers, unable to believe it.
When Kangin gives a slow nod, Eeteuk finally realises that Kangin is there, has been there all along.
okay so i obviously fail. this was supposed to be totally smut? EXCEPT IT DIDN'T WORK BECAUSE YOU KNOW. SME IS A DOUCHE AND I MISS KANGIN AND THAT'S WHY IT TURNED OUT LIKE THAT. if you want to know, i started writing based on this picture - i believe my exact words to charlotte and sheena were 'he's fucking gorgeous *_____* and the material of his shirt, it's like... i can imagine kangin? mouthing teukie's nipples through the shirt and getting it wet around the hardening nipples and FML I AM TOO YOUNG FOR THIS SHIT, GET OUT OF MY LIFE EETEUK.' yes. so anyway it needs to be ficced and here you go, a random paragraph that occurs sometime after that, probably.
"Hyung...," Kangin begins, eyes dark with desire.
"Yes?" Eeteuk says sleepily, head not moving from his position on Kangin's shoulder. They have been in that position, leaning against the bathroom wall, ever since Eeteuk finally stopped crying (again). Sometime ago it has occurred to them that they should probably move, but Eeteuk is too lazy, and Kangin. Well, let's just say Kangin has other thoughts on his mind. Thoughts that involve water, bathroom sex and a naked Eeteuk against the wall.
Kangin moves back then, and before Eeteuk knows it, hungry lips are on his again. Kangin's tongue invades his mouth when Eeteuk opens it to protest (causing Eeteuk's thoughts go from 'wait, what?' to 'sjkfldjsklfd' in a matter of seconds). They kiss hungrily like that, hands roaming the other's body. Kangin breaks the kiss after a moment, starting to trail kisses down Eeteuk's jawline. Teeth sink into Eeteuk's pale, creamy neck and a jolt of pain causes Eeteuk's eyes to snap open. A gasp leaves his lips, but the words 'What are you doing?' never come, because Kangin's tongue soon soothes the spot. And when he begins sucking, any sort of pain is far from Eeteuk's mind.
After lavishing enough attention on Eeteuk's neck and successfully marring it with pale red bite marks, Kangin nibbles at a spot on Eeteuk's collarbone. His tongue swipes over it one last time, before Kangin makes his way down. At this point, Eeteuk's head has fallen back in pleasure, hands digging into the sweatshirt Kangin has on him. Too much clothes, he thinks briefly, except then a warm mouth is wrapped around his nipple, and - oh, fuck. The translucent and wet fabric shows a hint of pink. A moan slips from Eeteuk's mouth as his hips jerk forward.
"Kangin," Eeteuk groans, hard beyond belief. "Fuck me." And Kangin complies.
i fail at endings.
note: 我爱你们! is I love all of you, '安可!' is encore, '别走!' is don't leave, and ' 嫁给我吧' means marry me, bitch. YES I'M TALKING TO YOU.