They are too sexeh together, I swear I'm dying ;A;
Title: Feeding Frenzy
Pairing(s)/Characters: KyuHae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, smut
Warning(s): slight bondage, crude language, rimming, bizarre food uses
Disclaimer: Owns the fic, nothing else.
Summary: Donghae has been craving for potato chips... And Kyuhyun. PWP.
“Donghae, feed me.”
Donghae stopped in his tracks, hand dipped into a bowl of chips that he was apparently cradling. He took notice of Kyuhyun on the sofa, playing with his old PSP. It had been weeks since he last saw the younger boy hold the game console and it somehow surprised him just a bit.
“Can’t you eat on your own?” Donghae inquired as he pulled his legs up upon taking a seat next to Kyuhyun. The gamer was too engrossed to the small rectangular screen of his PSP and he looked like he was having fun killing villagers and animals. Donghae didn’t want to ask what the title of the game was. It was too violent.
“Can’t get my hands dirty,” Kyuhyun mindlessly replied, later grinning after his character killed a nun. Donghae looked away from the screen, feeling awfully sad for the murdered woman. He fed Kyuhyun instead so he could get his mind off of that gruesome scene. When Kyuhyun decided to rest and turn his PSP off, the bowl of chips that Donghae was supposed to monopolize, was empty. Kyuhyun took the bowl, making Donghae stare at him with confusion.
“Thanks,” was Kyuhyun’s mere answer to the older boy’s expression before he left and ambled to the kitchen. Donghae blinked for a while then a grin stretched across his lips.
~*~
After a press conference, Donghae immediately went back to the dorm. He threw his black coat over the couch and loosened his tie just so as he made his way to the kitchen. He took a bag of chips from one of the cupboards and ripped it open. For some reason, he had been craving for chips lately but he didn’t care much. Donghae escaped to Kyuhyun’s room, flinging himself onto the maknae’s bed while Kyuhyun himself was sitting on his swivel chair, reading a book.
“Want some?” Donghae asked as he showed the younger boy the bag of chips. Kyuhyun closed his paperback and walked to the side of the bed, looming over the eating fishy with a smirk.
“I want something else,” Kyuhyun said as he eyed Donghae, who didn’t bother changing clothes and was still wearing his white button-down, loose red tie around the collar and skinny jeans. Donghae had a small piece of his snack trapped in between his lips when Kyuhyun finally pounced on him. The bed sunk a little, Donghae’s lower half trapped in between Kyuhyun’s long legs. The younger boy had started unbuttoning Donghae’s shirt with a contented smirk gracing his lips. He only stopped when Donghae shook his head and swallowed the chip he was nibbling on earlier.
“Nuh-uh,” he said. “We can’t have you doing that.”
“Wha-“
Kyuhyun was cut off as Donghae flipped them over, the older boy now sitting on Kyuhyun’s stomach with a wide grin. The bag of chips fell on the other side of the bed from the abrupt action but Donghae couldn’t care less.
“You look so scared, Mr. Cho. Why is that?” Donghae teased as he pulled his tie and bit it at one end. Kyuhyun’s eyes grew big in horror.
“Stop fucking around, hyung. What are you-“
Kyuhyun grunted midway his sentence because Donghae had forcefully turned him over so that now his face was buried against the mattress, the older boy seating himself in between spread legs just a little space away from a firm ass. Donghae pulled Kyuhyun’s arms back, wounding the long, red and slick material around thin wrists with expert knotting techniques he had learned from Heechul during one time at a club. It’ll come in handy someday, he heard the diva say in his head and fuck yeah it was handy.
Kyuhyun craned his neck to look back at the busy boy behind him and winced at the tightening pain bounding his wrists. Donghae bent forward, hands kneading down on virgin ass cheeks and ever so slowly licking the back of Kyuhyun’s ear.
“You’re fucked up,” Kyuhyun hissed through gritted teeth as Donghae bit down on the sensitive shell in pure delight. Kyuhyun wriggled in panic at the feel of Donghae now perched on his lower back and hands sneaking inside and up his shirt, fingertips carefully sliding up his abdomen. He pressed his face deep and hard against the mattress again, trying to contain his groans as Donghae’s fingers pinched his nubs over and over. Kyuhyun had his mouth opened, saliva dripping on one part of the sheets while Donghae grinded down on his bound knuckles. Though the jeans’ fabric was thick, Kyuhyun could feel the older boy’s throbbing cock against his numbing fists.
“Isn’t this nice, Mr. Cho?” Donghae whispered as he finished where Kyuhyun had left off on his shirt. Kyuhyun gasped loudly upon turning his face to the side for air. Shoving one’s face against the mattress required huge amount of air unless someone didn’t mind feeling like shit in that position.
“It’d be nicer if you were here. Shut the fuck up and-“
“Such crude language, Mr. Cho. Tsk tsk~” Donghae had mocked. He threw his shirt across the room and was currently working on his pants. Kyuhyun bit down on his lower lip so hard because Donghae was being such an ass. What happened to the childish hyung he used to fuck the daylights out of? And what the fuck was up with the 180 degree change in his personality? Kyuhyun was about to turn over to somehow shake Donghae off of his back but to his surprise, the fishy had done it for him. Of course, he didn’t fall off and was instead kneeling near Kyuhyun’s crotch and staring down at the struggling boy.
“What the hell?” Kyuhyun had said with irritation, arms already numb and fingers cracking from too much pressure. Donghae smiled.
“’cause you said you can’t get your hands dirty. Right?” he explained with a cute tilt of the head and blinking cutesy eyes. Kyuhyun gulped at the sight of Donghae pulling his pants off and crawling closer to him, nearer to his crotch where apparently, a tent was bulging against his jogging pants. Donghae had slipped in a finger, pulling teasingly at the waistband of his brief with a chuckle.
“This is different!” Kyuhyun yelled when Donghae finally tugged his brief and sweats all the way off his legs. His blood rushed up to his cheeks when the older boy licked his lips upon seeing his cock rise proudly. Unlike his dick, Kyuhyun was utterly embarrassed.
“Oh, don’t be such a baby!” Donghae laughed as he gripped the hardening fleshy rod tightly and securely. Kyuhyun let out a loud whimper. Not only were his arms and wrists numb for him to even mull over but he was also afraid that Donghae might do something weird to him. The fishy had his own sick fantasies that Kyuhyun never wanted to hear. But now, he might not hear them; he would most probably feel them. Donghae didn’t hesitate on straddling the younger boy, grinding fervently so that their erections would come in contact and fuck, the friction was so good. Kyuhyun moaned shamelessly with both pleasure and pain lacing his oh so velvety voice. Donghae wasn’t really that light-weighted thus the added pressure on Kyuhyun’s wrists hurt him more.
“S-stop… Hyung…” Kyuhyun half begged and half moaned when the older male was stroking his length, all the while keeping it glued to Donghae’s own with a firm grip. Donghae ignored his dongsaeng’s plea as he continued to fondle his now so-called plaything that was Kyuhyun’s huge leaking member. The joy of seeing the snarky maknae being so aroused and wanton surged through Donghae’s body; excited and pleasured. The pre-cum from Kyuhyun’s arousal dirtied his fingers and the picture of the gamer - eyes shut closed and mouth agape for every cry and moan - clouded his mind. He took off from his position, sliding down to come face-to-face with the twitching cock, buttocks raised in the air and then latching his lips at the glistening tip. Kyuhyun’s eyes rolled back into his head and his breath hitched at every dart of the tongue. Donghae was always so considerate. He even took the time to juggle the two balls dangling under as he engulfed Kyuhyun whole. Kyuhyun desperately tried not to roll his hips just so he could shove his cock deeper into a steamy mouth but Donghae was too talented and it made him do otherwise. It didn’t matter anymore when he released and the older boy lapped everything up happily. What did matter to him was the fact that Donghae’s tongue was still going; travelling lower to where Kyuhyun never let anyone touch. Thus, virgin ass.
“Don’t you dare-“
“Oh but I want to, Mr. Cho. I really do,” Donghae murmured before slipping his tongue into Kyuhyun’s entrance, taste buds coated with such a foreign flavor and he couldn’t help but dig further; to relish more of this strange yet appetizing fantasy and, perhaps, finally settling his utmost craving for this maknae of theirs. Funny. Even as Donghae’s gifted flexing muscle wriggled through clenching walls, he just found himself wanting more and more and more. At one point, he even thought that he may never be able to satisfy such desire even if he tried. Kyuhyun was just too delicious.
Kyuhyun thrashed his head over and over against the mattress, sort of wanting Donghae to stop. Yes. Sort of. Though Donghae didn’t care. The moment was too good for him to even pause for a breath. Strong hands pushed at Kyuhyun’s inner thighs, spreading him wider so Donghae could move his tongue around and around with ease. The younger boy wasn’t supposed to just stay like that; he knew he wasn’t supposed to be like that. He bent his right knee to sneak a foot in between Donghae’s legs, taking the older boy’s arousal in between his toes and ever so casually rubbing it. At the back of his mind, Kyuhyun really wasn’t thinking about what he was doing. He liked it though.
On cue, Donghae pulled out and licked a trail along Kyuhyun’s leg, gasping at the way Kyuhyun moved his foot with expertise. Rather than letting Kyuhyun continue what he was doing, though it pained Donghae to put a halt to the awesome treatment he was receiving, Donghae held the latter’s foot to a stop and wrapped godly slender legs around his waist as his tongue skimmed from Kyuhyun’s opening upwards, to slick abdomen and creeping inside the soaking black shirt Kyuhyun was still wearing, to scavenge for particular nipples to tease and bite. Donghae was playful, the maknae gave him credit for that, and so terribly adept at arousing Kyuhyun. The older boy was too fucking sexy for his own good.
“Is Mr. Cho feeling good?” Donghae had mumbled against Kyuhyun’s chest where he was currently biting and sucking to leave one day-lasting marks; such petty scars because he was thoughtful that way, mind you. Kyuhyun whimpered helplessly, so very tired of fighting the pleasure back. A sudden thought rushed through Donghae’s mind and it made him resurface into the air once more.
“Do you mind keeping this on?” Donghae questioned, tugging at Kyuhyun’s shirt. “To convince you, it looks super sexy on you.”
“Why don’t you just unbind me and I’ll make you feel sexy?” Kyuhyun retorted with a smirk. Donghae stroked his chin.
“Ah, well. Never mind it then.”
With that, Donghae ignored the menacing scowl Kyuhyun had up. He lied flat on top of Kyuhyun, sliding two fingers inside a protesting mouth and letting them be coated with sweet, sweet poison. Donghae loved the taste of Kyuhyun’s saliva. He admitted, once, he licked the younger’s drool while he was sleeping. It intoxicated him more than any alcoholic drink he had ever downed. Kissing Kyuhyun - that was the only instance that he didn’t mind getting drunk. Kyuhyun didn’t like fingers in his mouth, he really didn’t. Now he wondered why he was sucking on long digits and, why in fuck’s sake was he doing it so earnestly? The world clearly ended at that.
Kyuhyun dreaded the next part; when Donghae would draw back his fingers. He hated that he was so smart that he could read through Donghae’s mind easily and how the fishy was quite predictable himself. Kyuhyun never bottomed; Donghae was prepared to change that.
“Fuck…” went Kyuhyun’s pained groan when Donghae had painstakingly drove his fingers to scissor inside a virgin hole he had been dying to violate over and over. Kyuhyun without handcuffs made it difficult for him to do so thus he escaped to wallow in his own little world, one huge space cleared out in his head. He was there all the time. During interviews and when everyone saw him grinning wickedly to himself? Yep. He was there.
Donghae added another finger though it didn’t bother him if that one was dry. Kyuhyun minded that. For just a minute, so to speak, because right after he arched his back and found himself rolling his hips, struggling for more. The dancer simpered and overlooked the outraged fire in his dongsaeng’s eyes as he took his fingers back and flipped him once more. The slick bind was too tight, fresh trail of circling bruises pretty deep in Kyuhyun’s skin and he almost felt sorry for the boy to have him wear long-sleeved shirts on such a humid season after he was done living out this fantasy. Kyuhyun felt his neck crack as Donghae forcibly whirled his face to one side, covering his mouth with the other’s own and whatever was there left to do aside from impatiently making out and lapping each other’s saliva?
“Mr. Cho, I have a surprise for you…” Donghae hummed in between kisses, only hauling himself away when Kyuhyun let out a heart-pounding moan; courtesy of Donghae’s impossibly tensed manhood poking for access. The younger boy bit down hard on the sheets, suppressing his cracking voice to prevent himself from yelling anything embarrassing. The light teasing, Kyuhyun could take yet as Donghae rammed himself in without warning, the world, in Kyuhyun’s lust-shrouded head, exploded. Along with the stars that he eventually saw while Donghae mercilessly went in and out of him, the universe had gone upside down. His limbs were failing him and it didn’t help that Donghae had an arm tucked under his stomach, lifting him into the perfect position where he was most likely to experience the brutal force that continuously impaled him. Since his wrists were bound behind him, going on all fours was impossible. That was why Kyuhyun was now bent over, ass in the air and face in harsh contact against the bedding. What was Donghae thinking getting into such a position? Simple. Absolutely nothing.
“Do you like it, Mr. Cho?”
Strangely enough, Kyuhyun did but he didn’t answer the question out loud. Donghae soon smiled as his dongsaeng became more honest, taking the initiative to rub back whenever the older boy’s arousal was deep within him and jabbing his prostrate. For a split second, Donghae tore away from Kyuhyun and held a numb hand for a tender squeeze before switching places. The flustered gamer didn’t know how he ended up straddling Donghae and why he was easing down on him again because truthfully, it would have been easy to run away at that point. Why didn’t he do so? Hands gripping on Kyuhyun’s sides, Donghae helped the latter down on him, fighting back the urge to roll his hips upwards because he was getting overly eager about the current situation. Soon enough, Kyuhyun had gotten the hang of it as be bounced on Donghae repeatedly and moaned to his heart’s content. The older boy was grunting. He didn’t imagine the feeling to be so excruciatingly gratifying and satisfying. The tightness around him was making his vision bleary and the mere pulsating and probing of his cock made Kyuhyun want to go wild. Then again, Kyuhyun could’ve used all of his strength to break free from the bind he had if he was that willing. The thought had simply slipped his mind at the time when Donghae’s hand was on his nape and he was pulled down for another languid, steamy kiss. Kyuhyun’s eyes had automatically shut closed and his moans reverberated in Donghae’s mouth, a skillful hand playing and yanking at his ignored dick as he carried on meeting the latter’s own at the hilt. Over and over until they climaxed together; hot fluid gushing out from an abused hole and long strings of white landing on toned abs and a soaked black shirt. The room was filled with faint gasps and the lingering subtle echoes of skin slapping against each other’s. Kyuhyun had bent over and settled himself at the crook of Donghae’s neck, nuzzling as they both rode out their orgasms. Sex had never been so fun before but Kyuhyun wasn’t insane enough to admit that. Lifting himself up from a limping length, Kyuhyun collapsed on his side with a long, breathy sigh and Donghae couldn’t help but catch a hint of a smile on the younger’s bruised lips.
“You enjoyed it-“
“Untie me.”
Donghae obeyed immediately and unwound his crumpled red tie from Kyuhyun’s wrists. As the feeling gradually returned to his hands and arms, Kyuhyun rolled on his back and flinched at the stinging jolts in his shoulders. Donghae had gotten off the bed, to the other side where his bag of chips fell and swept some of the abnormally shaped entities into his palms. He returned to Kyuhyun’s side with a smile and it was met by a glare.
“What are you going to do with that?” Kyuhyun asked indignantly. Reacting to the question, Donghae swiftly slid a chip on Kyuhyun’s shirt where cum was still evident and wet. The dancer popped the cum-coated tidbit into his mouth and chewed, savoring the taste of saltiness and Kyuhyun. The moment he swallowed, the maknae’s jaw dropped in astonishment.
“You’re tasty,” Donghae chimed and beamed at the gaping fellow next to him.
Kyuhyun smirked. “Feed me.”
Then just before Donghae could bring a chip to an ever so demanding mouth, a weak hand had tugged him over and lovely, swelling lips meshed with his almost instantly. Tongues danced, teeth clashed, breaths mingled and the most dangerous poison just streamed into their throats like no tomorrow.
A/N: Idek. Talked about this with sashi91112. Writing bottom!Kyu is refreshing. Honestly~^^ Leave it to Donghae to have strange fantasies about Kyu. They are so.... <3 Anyway, comments are very much appreciated. Be it good or bad, anything's welcome!
Btw, anyone hyped up for Sexy, Free & Single? I know I am! 8D
Pairing(s)/Characters: KyuHae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, smut
Warning(s): slight bondage, crude language, rimming, bizarre food uses
Disclaimer: Owns the fic, nothing else.
Summary: Donghae has been craving for potato chips... And Kyuhyun. PWP.
“Donghae, feed me.”
Donghae stopped in his tracks, hand dipped into a bowl of chips that he was apparently cradling. He took notice of Kyuhyun on the sofa, playing with his old PSP. It had been weeks since he last saw the younger boy hold the game console and it somehow surprised him just a bit.
“Can’t you eat on your own?” Donghae inquired as he pulled his legs up upon taking a seat next to Kyuhyun. The gamer was too engrossed to the small rectangular screen of his PSP and he looked like he was having fun killing villagers and animals. Donghae didn’t want to ask what the title of the game was. It was too violent.
“Can’t get my hands dirty,” Kyuhyun mindlessly replied, later grinning after his character killed a nun. Donghae looked away from the screen, feeling awfully sad for the murdered woman. He fed Kyuhyun instead so he could get his mind off of that gruesome scene. When Kyuhyun decided to rest and turn his PSP off, the bowl of chips that Donghae was supposed to monopolize, was empty. Kyuhyun took the bowl, making Donghae stare at him with confusion.
“Thanks,” was Kyuhyun’s mere answer to the older boy’s expression before he left and ambled to the kitchen. Donghae blinked for a while then a grin stretched across his lips.
~*~
After a press conference, Donghae immediately went back to the dorm. He threw his black coat over the couch and loosened his tie just so as he made his way to the kitchen. He took a bag of chips from one of the cupboards and ripped it open. For some reason, he had been craving for chips lately but he didn’t care much. Donghae escaped to Kyuhyun’s room, flinging himself onto the maknae’s bed while Kyuhyun himself was sitting on his swivel chair, reading a book.
“Want some?” Donghae asked as he showed the younger boy the bag of chips. Kyuhyun closed his paperback and walked to the side of the bed, looming over the eating fishy with a smirk.
“I want something else,” Kyuhyun said as he eyed Donghae, who didn’t bother changing clothes and was still wearing his white button-down, loose red tie around the collar and skinny jeans. Donghae had a small piece of his snack trapped in between his lips when Kyuhyun finally pounced on him. The bed sunk a little, Donghae’s lower half trapped in between Kyuhyun’s long legs. The younger boy had started unbuttoning Donghae’s shirt with a contented smirk gracing his lips. He only stopped when Donghae shook his head and swallowed the chip he was nibbling on earlier.
“Nuh-uh,” he said. “We can’t have you doing that.”
“Wha-“
Kyuhyun was cut off as Donghae flipped them over, the older boy now sitting on Kyuhyun’s stomach with a wide grin. The bag of chips fell on the other side of the bed from the abrupt action but Donghae couldn’t care less.
“You look so scared, Mr. Cho. Why is that?” Donghae teased as he pulled his tie and bit it at one end. Kyuhyun’s eyes grew big in horror.
“Stop fucking around, hyung. What are you-“
Kyuhyun grunted midway his sentence because Donghae had forcefully turned him over so that now his face was buried against the mattress, the older boy seating himself in between spread legs just a little space away from a firm ass. Donghae pulled Kyuhyun’s arms back, wounding the long, red and slick material around thin wrists with expert knotting techniques he had learned from Heechul during one time at a club. It’ll come in handy someday, he heard the diva say in his head and fuck yeah it was handy.
Kyuhyun craned his neck to look back at the busy boy behind him and winced at the tightening pain bounding his wrists. Donghae bent forward, hands kneading down on virgin ass cheeks and ever so slowly licking the back of Kyuhyun’s ear.
“You’re fucked up,” Kyuhyun hissed through gritted teeth as Donghae bit down on the sensitive shell in pure delight. Kyuhyun wriggled in panic at the feel of Donghae now perched on his lower back and hands sneaking inside and up his shirt, fingertips carefully sliding up his abdomen. He pressed his face deep and hard against the mattress again, trying to contain his groans as Donghae’s fingers pinched his nubs over and over. Kyuhyun had his mouth opened, saliva dripping on one part of the sheets while Donghae grinded down on his bound knuckles. Though the jeans’ fabric was thick, Kyuhyun could feel the older boy’s throbbing cock against his numbing fists.
“Isn’t this nice, Mr. Cho?” Donghae whispered as he finished where Kyuhyun had left off on his shirt. Kyuhyun gasped loudly upon turning his face to the side for air. Shoving one’s face against the mattress required huge amount of air unless someone didn’t mind feeling like shit in that position.
“It’d be nicer if you were here. Shut the fuck up and-“
“Such crude language, Mr. Cho. Tsk tsk~” Donghae had mocked. He threw his shirt across the room and was currently working on his pants. Kyuhyun bit down on his lower lip so hard because Donghae was being such an ass. What happened to the childish hyung he used to fuck the daylights out of? And what the fuck was up with the 180 degree change in his personality? Kyuhyun was about to turn over to somehow shake Donghae off of his back but to his surprise, the fishy had done it for him. Of course, he didn’t fall off and was instead kneeling near Kyuhyun’s crotch and staring down at the struggling boy.
“What the hell?” Kyuhyun had said with irritation, arms already numb and fingers cracking from too much pressure. Donghae smiled.
“’cause you said you can’t get your hands dirty. Right?” he explained with a cute tilt of the head and blinking cutesy eyes. Kyuhyun gulped at the sight of Donghae pulling his pants off and crawling closer to him, nearer to his crotch where apparently, a tent was bulging against his jogging pants. Donghae had slipped in a finger, pulling teasingly at the waistband of his brief with a chuckle.
“This is different!” Kyuhyun yelled when Donghae finally tugged his brief and sweats all the way off his legs. His blood rushed up to his cheeks when the older boy licked his lips upon seeing his cock rise proudly. Unlike his dick, Kyuhyun was utterly embarrassed.
“Oh, don’t be such a baby!” Donghae laughed as he gripped the hardening fleshy rod tightly and securely. Kyuhyun let out a loud whimper. Not only were his arms and wrists numb for him to even mull over but he was also afraid that Donghae might do something weird to him. The fishy had his own sick fantasies that Kyuhyun never wanted to hear. But now, he might not hear them; he would most probably feel them. Donghae didn’t hesitate on straddling the younger boy, grinding fervently so that their erections would come in contact and fuck, the friction was so good. Kyuhyun moaned shamelessly with both pleasure and pain lacing his oh so velvety voice. Donghae wasn’t really that light-weighted thus the added pressure on Kyuhyun’s wrists hurt him more.
“S-stop… Hyung…” Kyuhyun half begged and half moaned when the older male was stroking his length, all the while keeping it glued to Donghae’s own with a firm grip. Donghae ignored his dongsaeng’s plea as he continued to fondle his now so-called plaything that was Kyuhyun’s huge leaking member. The joy of seeing the snarky maknae being so aroused and wanton surged through Donghae’s body; excited and pleasured. The pre-cum from Kyuhyun’s arousal dirtied his fingers and the picture of the gamer - eyes shut closed and mouth agape for every cry and moan - clouded his mind. He took off from his position, sliding down to come face-to-face with the twitching cock, buttocks raised in the air and then latching his lips at the glistening tip. Kyuhyun’s eyes rolled back into his head and his breath hitched at every dart of the tongue. Donghae was always so considerate. He even took the time to juggle the two balls dangling under as he engulfed Kyuhyun whole. Kyuhyun desperately tried not to roll his hips just so he could shove his cock deeper into a steamy mouth but Donghae was too talented and it made him do otherwise. It didn’t matter anymore when he released and the older boy lapped everything up happily. What did matter to him was the fact that Donghae’s tongue was still going; travelling lower to where Kyuhyun never let anyone touch. Thus, virgin ass.
“Don’t you dare-“
“Oh but I want to, Mr. Cho. I really do,” Donghae murmured before slipping his tongue into Kyuhyun’s entrance, taste buds coated with such a foreign flavor and he couldn’t help but dig further; to relish more of this strange yet appetizing fantasy and, perhaps, finally settling his utmost craving for this maknae of theirs. Funny. Even as Donghae’s gifted flexing muscle wriggled through clenching walls, he just found himself wanting more and more and more. At one point, he even thought that he may never be able to satisfy such desire even if he tried. Kyuhyun was just too delicious.
Kyuhyun thrashed his head over and over against the mattress, sort of wanting Donghae to stop. Yes. Sort of. Though Donghae didn’t care. The moment was too good for him to even pause for a breath. Strong hands pushed at Kyuhyun’s inner thighs, spreading him wider so Donghae could move his tongue around and around with ease. The younger boy wasn’t supposed to just stay like that; he knew he wasn’t supposed to be like that. He bent his right knee to sneak a foot in between Donghae’s legs, taking the older boy’s arousal in between his toes and ever so casually rubbing it. At the back of his mind, Kyuhyun really wasn’t thinking about what he was doing. He liked it though.
On cue, Donghae pulled out and licked a trail along Kyuhyun’s leg, gasping at the way Kyuhyun moved his foot with expertise. Rather than letting Kyuhyun continue what he was doing, though it pained Donghae to put a halt to the awesome treatment he was receiving, Donghae held the latter’s foot to a stop and wrapped godly slender legs around his waist as his tongue skimmed from Kyuhyun’s opening upwards, to slick abdomen and creeping inside the soaking black shirt Kyuhyun was still wearing, to scavenge for particular nipples to tease and bite. Donghae was playful, the maknae gave him credit for that, and so terribly adept at arousing Kyuhyun. The older boy was too fucking sexy for his own good.
“Is Mr. Cho feeling good?” Donghae had mumbled against Kyuhyun’s chest where he was currently biting and sucking to leave one day-lasting marks; such petty scars because he was thoughtful that way, mind you. Kyuhyun whimpered helplessly, so very tired of fighting the pleasure back. A sudden thought rushed through Donghae’s mind and it made him resurface into the air once more.
“Do you mind keeping this on?” Donghae questioned, tugging at Kyuhyun’s shirt. “To convince you, it looks super sexy on you.”
“Why don’t you just unbind me and I’ll make you feel sexy?” Kyuhyun retorted with a smirk. Donghae stroked his chin.
“Ah, well. Never mind it then.”
With that, Donghae ignored the menacing scowl Kyuhyun had up. He lied flat on top of Kyuhyun, sliding two fingers inside a protesting mouth and letting them be coated with sweet, sweet poison. Donghae loved the taste of Kyuhyun’s saliva. He admitted, once, he licked the younger’s drool while he was sleeping. It intoxicated him more than any alcoholic drink he had ever downed. Kissing Kyuhyun - that was the only instance that he didn’t mind getting drunk. Kyuhyun didn’t like fingers in his mouth, he really didn’t. Now he wondered why he was sucking on long digits and, why in fuck’s sake was he doing it so earnestly? The world clearly ended at that.
Kyuhyun dreaded the next part; when Donghae would draw back his fingers. He hated that he was so smart that he could read through Donghae’s mind easily and how the fishy was quite predictable himself. Kyuhyun never bottomed; Donghae was prepared to change that.
“Fuck…” went Kyuhyun’s pained groan when Donghae had painstakingly drove his fingers to scissor inside a virgin hole he had been dying to violate over and over. Kyuhyun without handcuffs made it difficult for him to do so thus he escaped to wallow in his own little world, one huge space cleared out in his head. He was there all the time. During interviews and when everyone saw him grinning wickedly to himself? Yep. He was there.
Donghae added another finger though it didn’t bother him if that one was dry. Kyuhyun minded that. For just a minute, so to speak, because right after he arched his back and found himself rolling his hips, struggling for more. The dancer simpered and overlooked the outraged fire in his dongsaeng’s eyes as he took his fingers back and flipped him once more. The slick bind was too tight, fresh trail of circling bruises pretty deep in Kyuhyun’s skin and he almost felt sorry for the boy to have him wear long-sleeved shirts on such a humid season after he was done living out this fantasy. Kyuhyun felt his neck crack as Donghae forcibly whirled his face to one side, covering his mouth with the other’s own and whatever was there left to do aside from impatiently making out and lapping each other’s saliva?
“Mr. Cho, I have a surprise for you…” Donghae hummed in between kisses, only hauling himself away when Kyuhyun let out a heart-pounding moan; courtesy of Donghae’s impossibly tensed manhood poking for access. The younger boy bit down hard on the sheets, suppressing his cracking voice to prevent himself from yelling anything embarrassing. The light teasing, Kyuhyun could take yet as Donghae rammed himself in without warning, the world, in Kyuhyun’s lust-shrouded head, exploded. Along with the stars that he eventually saw while Donghae mercilessly went in and out of him, the universe had gone upside down. His limbs were failing him and it didn’t help that Donghae had an arm tucked under his stomach, lifting him into the perfect position where he was most likely to experience the brutal force that continuously impaled him. Since his wrists were bound behind him, going on all fours was impossible. That was why Kyuhyun was now bent over, ass in the air and face in harsh contact against the bedding. What was Donghae thinking getting into such a position? Simple. Absolutely nothing.
“Do you like it, Mr. Cho?”
Strangely enough, Kyuhyun did but he didn’t answer the question out loud. Donghae soon smiled as his dongsaeng became more honest, taking the initiative to rub back whenever the older boy’s arousal was deep within him and jabbing his prostrate. For a split second, Donghae tore away from Kyuhyun and held a numb hand for a tender squeeze before switching places. The flustered gamer didn’t know how he ended up straddling Donghae and why he was easing down on him again because truthfully, it would have been easy to run away at that point. Why didn’t he do so? Hands gripping on Kyuhyun’s sides, Donghae helped the latter down on him, fighting back the urge to roll his hips upwards because he was getting overly eager about the current situation. Soon enough, Kyuhyun had gotten the hang of it as be bounced on Donghae repeatedly and moaned to his heart’s content. The older boy was grunting. He didn’t imagine the feeling to be so excruciatingly gratifying and satisfying. The tightness around him was making his vision bleary and the mere pulsating and probing of his cock made Kyuhyun want to go wild. Then again, Kyuhyun could’ve used all of his strength to break free from the bind he had if he was that willing. The thought had simply slipped his mind at the time when Donghae’s hand was on his nape and he was pulled down for another languid, steamy kiss. Kyuhyun’s eyes had automatically shut closed and his moans reverberated in Donghae’s mouth, a skillful hand playing and yanking at his ignored dick as he carried on meeting the latter’s own at the hilt. Over and over until they climaxed together; hot fluid gushing out from an abused hole and long strings of white landing on toned abs and a soaked black shirt. The room was filled with faint gasps and the lingering subtle echoes of skin slapping against each other’s. Kyuhyun had bent over and settled himself at the crook of Donghae’s neck, nuzzling as they both rode out their orgasms. Sex had never been so fun before but Kyuhyun wasn’t insane enough to admit that. Lifting himself up from a limping length, Kyuhyun collapsed on his side with a long, breathy sigh and Donghae couldn’t help but catch a hint of a smile on the younger’s bruised lips.
“You enjoyed it-“
“Untie me.”
Donghae obeyed immediately and unwound his crumpled red tie from Kyuhyun’s wrists. As the feeling gradually returned to his hands and arms, Kyuhyun rolled on his back and flinched at the stinging jolts in his shoulders. Donghae had gotten off the bed, to the other side where his bag of chips fell and swept some of the abnormally shaped entities into his palms. He returned to Kyuhyun’s side with a smile and it was met by a glare.
“What are you going to do with that?” Kyuhyun asked indignantly. Reacting to the question, Donghae swiftly slid a chip on Kyuhyun’s shirt where cum was still evident and wet. The dancer popped the cum-coated tidbit into his mouth and chewed, savoring the taste of saltiness and Kyuhyun. The moment he swallowed, the maknae’s jaw dropped in astonishment.
“You’re tasty,” Donghae chimed and beamed at the gaping fellow next to him.
Kyuhyun smirked. “Feed me.”
Then just before Donghae could bring a chip to an ever so demanding mouth, a weak hand had tugged him over and lovely, swelling lips meshed with his almost instantly. Tongues danced, teeth clashed, breaths mingled and the most dangerous poison just streamed into their throats like no tomorrow.
A/N: Idek. Talked about this with sashi91112. Writing bottom!Kyu is refreshing. Honestly~^^ Leave it to Donghae to have strange fantasies about Kyu. They are so.... <3 Anyway, comments are very much appreciated. Be it good or bad, anything's welcome!
Btw, anyone hyped up for Sexy, Free & Single? I know I am! 8D