Jealous (HaeHyuk Version)
Title: Jealous
Pairing: Donghae/Eunhyuk, ninja!Kyuhyun/Sungmin
Genre: SMUT, nonexistent fluff
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2283
Summary: Eunhyuk doesn't do something at a concert that leaves Donghae feeling slighted, vengeful, and possessive.
*Side story to Jealous (KyuMin Version)
A/N: I still have no words~ Second smut, guys, be nice? :3
Donghae let the door snap shut. His eyes travelled around the room in search of the lithe body that stormed out of the elevator as soon as it dinged. Finding no one, he shrugged it off and figured the other must have slipped out of the room to visit Shindong or Leeteuk while he was talking to Kyuhyun in the hallway. He grunted and began peeling off his clothes, deciding that he didn’t care because Eunhyuk obviously didn’t either and that he sorely needed a shower after another 3 hour concert.
The concert… Donghae groaned as images of what had gone down earlier filled his head again. Himself running past EunHae fans and blasting them a heart stopping smile; Eunhyuk dancing in front of those same fans; Sungmin waddling by only to stop and pick up an EunHae towel that had been thrown on stage by a crazed fan; Sungmin looking at it with an expression of mock disdain; Sungmin smirking deviously and covering up Donghae’s name and pointing to himself instead, as if the towel should have read EunMin not EunHae; Eunhyuk laughing at Sungmin from across the stage, not admitting to Sungmin’s indiscreet claim, but not quite denying it either…
Donghae bit his lip. It had hurt a bit, when Eunhyuk didn’t adamantly deny it. But then it was fan service and there were still quite a few EunMin fans even though he and Kyuhyun had sort of tried to squash them out. Well more him than Kyuhyun, but anyway. Donghae opened the bathroom door a pinch and stopped in his tracks, stark naked. Someone was in the shower.
As gently and as quietly as he could, Donghae pushed the door open the rest of the way, letting the sounds of rushing water increase in volume. Through the fogged up shower stall door, he saw the vague outline of who could only be Eunhyuk. Donghae paused to collect himself and then grinned dangerously, stepping forward to let himself into the shower stall. The stall opened without a squeak, thankfully, and revealed Eunhyuk in all his glory with his back towards Donghae. He had his head under the water, so Donghae had enough time to jump in the stall and shut the door without being detected.
Eunhyuk jumped when Donghae wound his arms around his torso. “Donghae?” He reached up to rub the water out of his eyes, throwing a look over his shoulder for confirmation and then beginning to struggle in Donghae’s hold. “Let go of me,” he said coldly.
Donghae started and did as Eunhyuk said. The latter shut off the shower head and brushed past Donghae to open the stall. Donghae, realizing what was happening, wound his arms around Donghae’s waist again and dragged him back into the shower. Using one hand, he turned the shower head back on and angled them so that he was the one under the spray. Eunhyuk struggled again, his back flush against Donghae’s front. “I said let go of me, Lee Donghae.” Eunhyuk growled.
Donghae smiled and leaned down to take Eunhyuk’s earlobe between his teeth, knowing that it was one of Eunhyuk’s weak spots. “No can do, baby.”
Eunhyuk stilled and gasped when he felt Donghae’s teeth softly nip at his earlobe. “D-donghae, stop.”
“I don’t think so,” Donghae singsonged. “Not until I teach you a little lesson.” Donghae grabbed the small bottle of body wash that was near their feet. Popping open the top, he squeezed half of the contents of the bottle onto Eunhyuk’s shoulders and let the bottle drop to the floor again. He released Eunhyuk from his arms, being careful to keep a hand on his back as a warning to not try anything sneaky and began rubbing the sticky liquid all over Eunhyuk’s upper body. Making sure to massage the knots out of Eunhyuk’s back muscles, Donghae let his hands wander to Eunhyuk’s front. Fingers dipping into the small little belly button, Donghae lost himself in the small whimpers that Eunhyuk was fighting back.
“Guh, Donghae, stop,” gasped Eunhyuk. Donghae chuckled in Eunhyuk’s ear, reveling in the shudder that wracked itself throughout his body. Slowly, Donghae brought his hands up higher, fingers and palms gliding smoothly over the slick muscles that made up Eunhyuk’s abs, nearly worshipping them with their touch. Donghae felt Eunhyuk’s body still when his fingers began circling the pert little nipples
At the feel of Donghae’s fingers around his nipples, Eunhyuk gave up all struggle and sagged against Donghae’s chest, relishing the jolts of electricity shooting down to his slowly hardening member. “My, my,” whispered Donghae, his breath fanning out over Eunhyuk’s damp neck, causing the latter to shudder once more. “You always had such sensitive nipples, Hyukkie.”
Eunhyuk bit the inside of his cheek at the torrent of moans and curses threatening to spill past his lips. A small, strangled whimper refused to be contained, and Eunhyuk grabbed furiously at the wall of the shower stall looking for some kind of purchase because, god, Donghae’s fingers were teasing him at a maddeningly slow pace and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he exploded. “H-hae,” he groaned out. Slowly he began grinding back against Donghae, allowing his soft, supple cheeks to form a sheath around Donghae’s awakening cock. “Hae,” he moaned.
Donghae swallowed the small lump in his throat that had formed at the feel of that soft ass against him. He lowered his hands to Eunhyuk’s belly button once more, fingers dipping in and tracing that little run way of hair that connected his belly button to his cock, now fully hard and straining from all the teasing caresses. Eunhyuk dropped all pretenses and moaned wantonly, shifting slightly to try and get Donghae’s hands to surround his aching member. He released a small sob when his shifting got him nothing except Donghae’s hands skirting further away from where he wanted them.
“Donghae, nguhh. Just. Please, oh god,” he sobbed.
“Not yet, love. I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” Donghae replied with a small, mirthless chuckle. He let go of Eunhyuk completely, catching the boy when he slumped back dangerously, and supported him under the spray as he washed off all the remaining body wash.
Donghae lead Eunhyuk to the entrance of the shower stall when the body wash was gone and quickly toweled them both off. Bending slight at the knees, he pulled Eunhyuk up bridal style and carried him out to lay him on the bed. Once he was set down, Eunhyuk scrambled up and tried to run for the bathroom, but Donghae was quick to push him back down and straddle him. Eunhyuk bucked up to try and get Donghae off but let out a soft sob when the motion mashed their groins together wonderfully. Donghae laughed quietly and ground their hips together, enjoying the look of pure rapture on Eunhyuk’s face as his soft sobs turned into pleasured mewls.
Donghae slipped off Eunhyuk for a moment when he was sure the boy was preoccupied enough and grabbed a small bottle and another object from his bag at the foot of his bed. By the time Eunhyuk’s looked around in confusion, Donghae was back hovering above him and stroking his cheek. “Hyukkie… Do you remember what happened at the concert earlier?”
The confusion in Eunhyuk’s eyes shone bright. Donghae growled at bent down to suck at the junction where Eunhyuk’s neck and shoulders met. He slowly sunk his teeth into the flesh, delighting in the pain and pleasure filled moan that bounded across the room. “Let me help you remember then, hmm, Hyukkie?” Donghae asked as he licked at the mark he had caused.
Eunhyuk whined and tried to grind their hips together but Donghae pressed Eunhyuk down. “Ah ah ah, Hyukkie. I’m not touching you until you remember. But like I said, let me help you.” Keeping his hands firmly on Eunhyuk’s hips to keep them immobile, Donghae licked a stripe from Eunhyuk’s nipple to just below his ear. “It deals with a towel, and fans, and. A. Pink. Pumpkin.” Donghae punctuated those last few words with nips to the other’s Adam’s apple and neck.
A gasp caught in Eunhyuk’s throat as Donghae’s words put pictures in his head. An EunHae banner and Donghae’s name being covered. A small gurgled mewl forced its way past the blockage and Donghae knew that Eunhyuk had caught on. Smiling evilly, he bent down so that he was able to whisper right into Eunhyuk’s ear. “You remember.” Donghae paused to allow their hips to meet a sinful dance. Eunhyuk’s throat unblocked and wanton moans spilled forth, filling the room with sounds of pleasure. “But, do you understand why I’m mad at you about that?”
Eunhyuk didn’t reply, but stared deep into Donghae’s eyes, his own nearly black with lust, and their hips meeting mid thrust. Donghae stilled Eunhyuk’s hips again. “Ah, you didn’t answer my question, Hyukkie.”
“Nguhh, please Hae, oh god I’m so close. Hae, please,” he begged. His pupils dilated as Donghae smiled and picked up the object he had taken out of his bag along with the bottle. He held it up for Eunhyuk to see and immediately the other began struggling, pitiful sobs making their way past chapped and parted lips. “No, Hae, please don’t. Oh god. No please.”
Donghae grabbed Eunhyuk’s arms with one hand and raised them above his head. “No, love, you’re not going to come until I’m done with you.”
Eunhyuk released a high pitched whine as the cock ring was slipped over his member and came to rest at the base. His breathing faltered as Donghae wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking slow and steady. Bucking up into the touch slowly, Eunhyuk’s breathing began to accelerate, and soon he was about to tip over the edge. And then Donghae’s hand was gone and Eunhyuk was left to buck up into thin air. “Donghae,” he pleaded. He leaned his head onto Donghae’s palm as Donghae reached up to stroke his face.
“You still didn’t answer my question, love. Do you know why I’m mad at you about the concert for?” Donghae wiped the small amount of tears that made their way out of Eunhyuk’s eyes in his desperation to come. He smiled when Eunhyuk whimpered and shook his head. “Do you belong to Sungmin Hyung, Hyukkie?” He returned his hand to Eunhyuk’s weeping member.
“N-hnng-no,”
“No? So why did you just stand there and let him do that?” Donghae’s grip around his member tightened and Eunhyuk groaned.
“Ahh, Hae. I-I’m sorry, please, ahh, Hae,” tears were once again forming in his eyes.
“Who do you belong to, Hyukkie?” Donghae let go of Eunhyuk’s arms and reached for the bottle. Quickly he lubed up his fingers and began to circle Eunhyuk’s entrance, loving the hitch in his breathing. “Who?”
Eunhyuk couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus on anything other than that finger - that blasted finger that its blasted owner who could reduce him to a moaning, writhing mess is less than a minute. Slowly, Donghae pushed his finger passed the ring of muscles and Eunhyuk keened, writhing under the other and trying to get the finger deeper. Donghae started an in-out motion and soon enough Eunhyuk was pushing back, begging for more.
“Answer me, baby.”
“You!” Eunhyuk spit out. “You, I belong to you, oh god. Donghae, more!”
“That’s more like it, love,” Donghae unhurriedly pushed in a second finger, probing about and scissoring Eunhyuk’s entrance as the other released garbled mewls and moans and whimpers. Suddenly, Eunhyuk arched off the bed and Donghae knew hit his prostate. He pushed in a third finger and made sure to brush over it with every inward motion.
“Nguhh, Donghae, please. Please, I need to come, Donghae,” Eunhyuk panted.
“Mmm, not yet, baby, hold on just a little more,” Donghae pulled out his fingers as Eunhyuk released moan of complaint that got louder at the feeling of being empty. Donghae grabbed the lube again and leisurely slathered his own member with a generous amount. He moaned as he let his fingers dip into the slit at his tip and began fisting his member faster.
“Donghae, don’t… Donghae, please…” whimpered Eunhyuk.
Donghae opened his eyes (when had he closed them?!) and took in the sight before him. Eunhyuk was laid out and bared to him; red, dusky marks littered his chest and neck; his lips were swollen from constant biting and open as ragged breathing passed them by. He was beautiful. Donghae reached up and cupped Eunhyuk’s cheek. “What do you want, Hyukkie?” he murmured.
“You, I just want you. Take me, Hae. Make me yours.” Donghae positioned himself at Eunhyuk’s entrance and looked deep into the other’s eyes. He pushed in slowly, so slowly and took pleasure in the feeling of Eunhyuk tightening and relaxing around the intrusion. “Move,” he breathed, and then Donghae was pounding into him without mercy. Faster and faster he thrusted and louder and louder Eunhyuk keened until a shift in movement caused his mouth to open in a silent scream as white exploded behind his eyes. Donghae adjusted and thrusted deeper and deeper, hitting the bundle of nerves within Eunhyuk each time until it seemed that Eunhyuk had stopped breathing.
“DONGHAE! Th- oh, god, yes,” Eunhyuk screamed.
Donghae grunted and reached for the cock ring, slipping it off and then they were both coming in long, hot spurts and short, erratic thrusts. Eunhyuk picked up the mantra of, “Yes, yes, yes…” and Donghae focused on his few final ruts.
They collapsed against the sheets together, and together, they were both lost to the world for a few more hours.
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A/N 2. So~ There it was...
3. Apparently this is slightly longer than my KyuMin version of this.
4. Erm, I kinda never want to write smut again ;~;
5. Too bad I'm going to have to after this...
6. Heeh :3
7. /floats away
Pairing: Donghae/Eunhyuk, ninja!Kyuhyun/Sungmin
Genre: SMUT, nonexistent fluff
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2283
Summary: Eunhyuk doesn't do something at a concert that leaves Donghae feeling slighted, vengeful, and possessive.
*Side story to Jealous (KyuMin Version)
A/N: I still have no words~ Second smut, guys, be nice? :3
Donghae let the door snap shut. His eyes travelled around the room in search of the lithe body that stormed out of the elevator as soon as it dinged. Finding no one, he shrugged it off and figured the other must have slipped out of the room to visit Shindong or Leeteuk while he was talking to Kyuhyun in the hallway. He grunted and began peeling off his clothes, deciding that he didn’t care because Eunhyuk obviously didn’t either and that he sorely needed a shower after another 3 hour concert.
The concert… Donghae groaned as images of what had gone down earlier filled his head again. Himself running past EunHae fans and blasting them a heart stopping smile; Eunhyuk dancing in front of those same fans; Sungmin waddling by only to stop and pick up an EunHae towel that had been thrown on stage by a crazed fan; Sungmin looking at it with an expression of mock disdain; Sungmin smirking deviously and covering up Donghae’s name and pointing to himself instead, as if the towel should have read EunMin not EunHae; Eunhyuk laughing at Sungmin from across the stage, not admitting to Sungmin’s indiscreet claim, but not quite denying it either…
Donghae bit his lip. It had hurt a bit, when Eunhyuk didn’t adamantly deny it. But then it was fan service and there were still quite a few EunMin fans even though he and Kyuhyun had sort of tried to squash them out. Well more him than Kyuhyun, but anyway. Donghae opened the bathroom door a pinch and stopped in his tracks, stark naked. Someone was in the shower.
As gently and as quietly as he could, Donghae pushed the door open the rest of the way, letting the sounds of rushing water increase in volume. Through the fogged up shower stall door, he saw the vague outline of who could only be Eunhyuk. Donghae paused to collect himself and then grinned dangerously, stepping forward to let himself into the shower stall. The stall opened without a squeak, thankfully, and revealed Eunhyuk in all his glory with his back towards Donghae. He had his head under the water, so Donghae had enough time to jump in the stall and shut the door without being detected.
Eunhyuk jumped when Donghae wound his arms around his torso. “Donghae?” He reached up to rub the water out of his eyes, throwing a look over his shoulder for confirmation and then beginning to struggle in Donghae’s hold. “Let go of me,” he said coldly.
Donghae started and did as Eunhyuk said. The latter shut off the shower head and brushed past Donghae to open the stall. Donghae, realizing what was happening, wound his arms around Donghae’s waist again and dragged him back into the shower. Using one hand, he turned the shower head back on and angled them so that he was the one under the spray. Eunhyuk struggled again, his back flush against Donghae’s front. “I said let go of me, Lee Donghae.” Eunhyuk growled.
Donghae smiled and leaned down to take Eunhyuk’s earlobe between his teeth, knowing that it was one of Eunhyuk’s weak spots. “No can do, baby.”
Eunhyuk stilled and gasped when he felt Donghae’s teeth softly nip at his earlobe. “D-donghae, stop.”
“I don’t think so,” Donghae singsonged. “Not until I teach you a little lesson.” Donghae grabbed the small bottle of body wash that was near their feet. Popping open the top, he squeezed half of the contents of the bottle onto Eunhyuk’s shoulders and let the bottle drop to the floor again. He released Eunhyuk from his arms, being careful to keep a hand on his back as a warning to not try anything sneaky and began rubbing the sticky liquid all over Eunhyuk’s upper body. Making sure to massage the knots out of Eunhyuk’s back muscles, Donghae let his hands wander to Eunhyuk’s front. Fingers dipping into the small little belly button, Donghae lost himself in the small whimpers that Eunhyuk was fighting back.
“Guh, Donghae, stop,” gasped Eunhyuk. Donghae chuckled in Eunhyuk’s ear, reveling in the shudder that wracked itself throughout his body. Slowly, Donghae brought his hands up higher, fingers and palms gliding smoothly over the slick muscles that made up Eunhyuk’s abs, nearly worshipping them with their touch. Donghae felt Eunhyuk’s body still when his fingers began circling the pert little nipples
At the feel of Donghae’s fingers around his nipples, Eunhyuk gave up all struggle and sagged against Donghae’s chest, relishing the jolts of electricity shooting down to his slowly hardening member. “My, my,” whispered Donghae, his breath fanning out over Eunhyuk’s damp neck, causing the latter to shudder once more. “You always had such sensitive nipples, Hyukkie.”
Eunhyuk bit the inside of his cheek at the torrent of moans and curses threatening to spill past his lips. A small, strangled whimper refused to be contained, and Eunhyuk grabbed furiously at the wall of the shower stall looking for some kind of purchase because, god, Donghae’s fingers were teasing him at a maddeningly slow pace and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he exploded. “H-hae,” he groaned out. Slowly he began grinding back against Donghae, allowing his soft, supple cheeks to form a sheath around Donghae’s awakening cock. “Hae,” he moaned.
Donghae swallowed the small lump in his throat that had formed at the feel of that soft ass against him. He lowered his hands to Eunhyuk’s belly button once more, fingers dipping in and tracing that little run way of hair that connected his belly button to his cock, now fully hard and straining from all the teasing caresses. Eunhyuk dropped all pretenses and moaned wantonly, shifting slightly to try and get Donghae’s hands to surround his aching member. He released a small sob when his shifting got him nothing except Donghae’s hands skirting further away from where he wanted them.
“Donghae, nguhh. Just. Please, oh god,” he sobbed.
“Not yet, love. I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” Donghae replied with a small, mirthless chuckle. He let go of Eunhyuk completely, catching the boy when he slumped back dangerously, and supported him under the spray as he washed off all the remaining body wash.
Donghae lead Eunhyuk to the entrance of the shower stall when the body wash was gone and quickly toweled them both off. Bending slight at the knees, he pulled Eunhyuk up bridal style and carried him out to lay him on the bed. Once he was set down, Eunhyuk scrambled up and tried to run for the bathroom, but Donghae was quick to push him back down and straddle him. Eunhyuk bucked up to try and get Donghae off but let out a soft sob when the motion mashed their groins together wonderfully. Donghae laughed quietly and ground their hips together, enjoying the look of pure rapture on Eunhyuk’s face as his soft sobs turned into pleasured mewls.
Donghae slipped off Eunhyuk for a moment when he was sure the boy was preoccupied enough and grabbed a small bottle and another object from his bag at the foot of his bed. By the time Eunhyuk’s looked around in confusion, Donghae was back hovering above him and stroking his cheek. “Hyukkie… Do you remember what happened at the concert earlier?”
The confusion in Eunhyuk’s eyes shone bright. Donghae growled at bent down to suck at the junction where Eunhyuk’s neck and shoulders met. He slowly sunk his teeth into the flesh, delighting in the pain and pleasure filled moan that bounded across the room. “Let me help you remember then, hmm, Hyukkie?” Donghae asked as he licked at the mark he had caused.
Eunhyuk whined and tried to grind their hips together but Donghae pressed Eunhyuk down. “Ah ah ah, Hyukkie. I’m not touching you until you remember. But like I said, let me help you.” Keeping his hands firmly on Eunhyuk’s hips to keep them immobile, Donghae licked a stripe from Eunhyuk’s nipple to just below his ear. “It deals with a towel, and fans, and. A. Pink. Pumpkin.” Donghae punctuated those last few words with nips to the other’s Adam’s apple and neck.
A gasp caught in Eunhyuk’s throat as Donghae’s words put pictures in his head. An EunHae banner and Donghae’s name being covered. A small gurgled mewl forced its way past the blockage and Donghae knew that Eunhyuk had caught on. Smiling evilly, he bent down so that he was able to whisper right into Eunhyuk’s ear. “You remember.” Donghae paused to allow their hips to meet a sinful dance. Eunhyuk’s throat unblocked and wanton moans spilled forth, filling the room with sounds of pleasure. “But, do you understand why I’m mad at you about that?”
Eunhyuk didn’t reply, but stared deep into Donghae’s eyes, his own nearly black with lust, and their hips meeting mid thrust. Donghae stilled Eunhyuk’s hips again. “Ah, you didn’t answer my question, Hyukkie.”
“Nguhh, please Hae, oh god I’m so close. Hae, please,” he begged. His pupils dilated as Donghae smiled and picked up the object he had taken out of his bag along with the bottle. He held it up for Eunhyuk to see and immediately the other began struggling, pitiful sobs making their way past chapped and parted lips. “No, Hae, please don’t. Oh god. No please.”
Donghae grabbed Eunhyuk’s arms with one hand and raised them above his head. “No, love, you’re not going to come until I’m done with you.”
Eunhyuk released a high pitched whine as the cock ring was slipped over his member and came to rest at the base. His breathing faltered as Donghae wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking slow and steady. Bucking up into the touch slowly, Eunhyuk’s breathing began to accelerate, and soon he was about to tip over the edge. And then Donghae’s hand was gone and Eunhyuk was left to buck up into thin air. “Donghae,” he pleaded. He leaned his head onto Donghae’s palm as Donghae reached up to stroke his face.
“You still didn’t answer my question, love. Do you know why I’m mad at you about the concert for?” Donghae wiped the small amount of tears that made their way out of Eunhyuk’s eyes in his desperation to come. He smiled when Eunhyuk whimpered and shook his head. “Do you belong to Sungmin Hyung, Hyukkie?” He returned his hand to Eunhyuk’s weeping member.
“N-hnng-no,”
“No? So why did you just stand there and let him do that?” Donghae’s grip around his member tightened and Eunhyuk groaned.
“Ahh, Hae. I-I’m sorry, please, ahh, Hae,” tears were once again forming in his eyes.
“Who do you belong to, Hyukkie?” Donghae let go of Eunhyuk’s arms and reached for the bottle. Quickly he lubed up his fingers and began to circle Eunhyuk’s entrance, loving the hitch in his breathing. “Who?”
Eunhyuk couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus on anything other than that finger - that blasted finger that its blasted owner who could reduce him to a moaning, writhing mess is less than a minute. Slowly, Donghae pushed his finger passed the ring of muscles and Eunhyuk keened, writhing under the other and trying to get the finger deeper. Donghae started an in-out motion and soon enough Eunhyuk was pushing back, begging for more.
“Answer me, baby.”
“You!” Eunhyuk spit out. “You, I belong to you, oh god. Donghae, more!”
“That’s more like it, love,” Donghae unhurriedly pushed in a second finger, probing about and scissoring Eunhyuk’s entrance as the other released garbled mewls and moans and whimpers. Suddenly, Eunhyuk arched off the bed and Donghae knew hit his prostate. He pushed in a third finger and made sure to brush over it with every inward motion.
“Nguhh, Donghae, please. Please, I need to come, Donghae,” Eunhyuk panted.
“Mmm, not yet, baby, hold on just a little more,” Donghae pulled out his fingers as Eunhyuk released moan of complaint that got louder at the feeling of being empty. Donghae grabbed the lube again and leisurely slathered his own member with a generous amount. He moaned as he let his fingers dip into the slit at his tip and began fisting his member faster.
“Donghae, don’t… Donghae, please…” whimpered Eunhyuk.
Donghae opened his eyes (when had he closed them?!) and took in the sight before him. Eunhyuk was laid out and bared to him; red, dusky marks littered his chest and neck; his lips were swollen from constant biting and open as ragged breathing passed them by. He was beautiful. Donghae reached up and cupped Eunhyuk’s cheek. “What do you want, Hyukkie?” he murmured.
“You, I just want you. Take me, Hae. Make me yours.” Donghae positioned himself at Eunhyuk’s entrance and looked deep into the other’s eyes. He pushed in slowly, so slowly and took pleasure in the feeling of Eunhyuk tightening and relaxing around the intrusion. “Move,” he breathed, and then Donghae was pounding into him without mercy. Faster and faster he thrusted and louder and louder Eunhyuk keened until a shift in movement caused his mouth to open in a silent scream as white exploded behind his eyes. Donghae adjusted and thrusted deeper and deeper, hitting the bundle of nerves within Eunhyuk each time until it seemed that Eunhyuk had stopped breathing.
“DONGHAE! Th- oh, god, yes,” Eunhyuk screamed.
Donghae grunted and reached for the cock ring, slipping it off and then they were both coming in long, hot spurts and short, erratic thrusts. Eunhyuk picked up the mantra of, “Yes, yes, yes…” and Donghae focused on his few final ruts.
They collapsed against the sheets together, and together, they were both lost to the world for a few more hours.
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A/N 2. So~ There it was...
3. Apparently this is slightly longer than my KyuMin version of this.
4. Erm, I kinda never want to write smut again ;~;
5. Too bad I'm going to have to after this...
6. Heeh :3
7. /floats away