Mine
Mine
Eunhyuk knew he was in trouble when Donghae slid into the back seat, prodding Kyuhyun to slide over, instead of settling beside him. He knew he was in trouble when Leeteuk offered him a look full of pity on his way to thank the staff that had made the concert happen. He knew was irrevocably and undeniably in trouble when Siwon, as he passed by, offered a mumbled “Sorry,” before going on his way. Eunhyuk was absolutely certain something would happen, the problem was when.
A likely time would have been at the after party, surrounded by friends and staff, a perfect time to get back at him for some slight real or imagined, a time perfect for public humiliation. If it had been anyone but Donghae he would have simply waited for whatever prank as retaliation was coming, but this was Donghae, the man who knew him better that any other, the man who knew him intimately. Donghae wouldn’t take his revenge in the form of a prank; those were reserved for affectionate play, not for revenge. Not that Donghae was the type of person he would have suspected of revenge but the young man had spent enough time with Heechul that a thing or two had to have rubbed off on him.
So he sat, with shoulders tense, through the initial round of toasts at another successful concert. His fingers curled into the fabric of his pants as he ate dinner with one hand, watching Donghae through lowered lashes as the man blatantly ignored him. When it was all done with and the managers were trying to shoo them out the door in order to grab a few hours of sleep before they had schedules again, he was still tense and waiting.
By the time they had returned to their apartment, Eunhyuk felt ready to jump at any shadow that they passed. Logically he knew that everything couldn’t be out to get him, despite what he was feeling, but he was beginning to wonder just who Donghae had recruited to help him. If he could only make it to his bedroom, he figured he could barricade himself in there until the morning and let whatever was wrong blow over.
His plan, as brilliant as it was, never managed to come into action, for as soon as his shoes were off and he attempted to slink into their apartment, there was a hand shoving him. Stumbling he gave in to the push, letting Donghae’s hand, firm on his chest, move him backwards until his back hit the wall. It was deceptive knowing Donghae’s sweet temperament, to think that something as aggressive as slamming him into a wall would come from the man. There had been few times that Eunhyuk had ever seen Donghae exert physical force and that usually resulted in a fist or two thrown at someone for something of a serious nature. If he was going to be hit he would at least like to know what for.
“Wha-” was all he managed to get out before lips were on his, harsh and demanding. Instantly his body gave in to the familiar press of lips and tongue, claiming and remapping already charted territory. His hands that had been prepared to defend him rose to grip fabric instead, pulling Donghae’s body into his own. He managed to be grateful that their manager had given up coming up to their dorm if he wasn’t planning on staying long ago, before he let his mind focus solely on the man in front of him.
Arousal that he had managed to fight down only an hour before, created from the high energy of the concert, returned in a rush, filling him with need. One of his hands slid down to the small of Donghae’s back, pushing him forward as his hips rolled into the man, seeking friction. Donghae, often the initiator but rarely the aggressor, released a rumbled growl of protest before the hand on his chest slid down to his leg and shifted it, giving him room to slide in one of his own. That was infinitely better as Eunhyuk rocked against the firmness of a thigh, the motion causing his other leg to shift and rub against Donghae as well.
Hands slipped beneath his shirt, fingers skimming over quickly heating skin as Eunhyuk lifted his other hand and slipped his fingers into Donghae’s thick hair. He loved it when Donghae was like this, the rareness of this sort of passion, the forcefulness of it bringing to the surface everything that he kept so tightly bottled. A groan pulled its way from his throat as Donghae ground against him and he tore his mouth away, his head thumping against the wall as he pulled back. They were in the living room, he had to remember that, or at least he knew he should, but Donghae’s lips found the point on his neck that made him moan every time and he forgot all about it.
“You,” Donghae hissed into his ear, nipping the lobe lightly, “belong to me until we decide otherwise. That is what we agreed on. No one gets to touch you like this,” his hands slid down Eunhyuk’s sides leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “No one gets to kiss you like this.” His lips descended on Eunhyuk’s once more, his tongue delving in deep and tangling with the other man’s.
Before Eunhyuk was ready, Donghae was pulling his mouth away again. For a moment nothing happened, and then Eunhyuk’s eyes fluttered open. The intensity in the other man’s eyes sent a curl of pleasure down Eunhyuk’s spine. “No one,” Donghae said softly, holding his gaze, “gets to have you like I do, until we decide differently.”
“No one,” Eunhyuk offered in whispered agreement before he sealed their lips together again. This time it was Donghae who melted into him, molding against him with hips shifting as restlessly as his hands.
“Hyukjae,” Donghae murmured against his lips, the sound full of pleasure. Eunhyuk could get lost in it, lost in the man still holding him to the wall with his body.
“Maybe we should all go to our rooms,” Leeteuk said with a clearing of his throat that pulled their attention back to their location.
Donghae pulled away, but only to feather kisses down his neck to his shoulder, skipping over the thin strip of his undershirt to find skin. “I want you,” he heard the soft murmur, more of a question than all the motions before had been.
Eunhyuk slid his hand up the man’s back, both to touch him and to reassure him of their contact. With some of the intensity broken, Eunhyuk found the strength to focus beyond the man’s press to his body and to the rest of the room. Leeteuk stood in the entryway of his room looking both tired and marginally amused as opposed to Kyuhyun who was leaning against the kitchen table and smirking at them before he covered it with a drink from the cup in his hand.
On the couch sat Siwon who met his eyes quickly and looked away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It couldn’t be their position that was that embarrassing; Siwon had walked in on them in far more compromising situations. Nothing could likely top three months prior when he had walked into Donghae’s room without knocking and had paid for his lack of manners. It had taken him a month to be able to look at either of them again and another few weeks for him to look at Donghae’s mouth without blushing at the memory of where he had seen it. This was a far cry tamer than that time, and most of the group had long ago accepted their relationship to one another.
Donghae’s hand slid down his side and then up again in a sensual caress and suddenly it clicked; the larger hands that had settled against his side, the forehead that had rested against his own, and the eyes that had expressed, however fleeting, a margin of desire, all of which had not belonged to Donghae. Siwon and the flirtations while covered in water was the reason he had been shoved into the wall and reminded to whom it was that he belonged.
“I think I’ll stay the night in your room,” Eunhyuk replied softly. He felt the smile in Donghae’s kiss as he pressed his lips to the spot behind Eunhyuk’s ear before pulling his mouth away. Eunhyuk released him and Donghae’s hands lingered on his skin for a moment before he pulled away and grasped the other man’s wrist. A tug turned him in the correct direction, towards the younger man’s room and Eunhyuk followed willingly, eager for the promise of what would lie within. Just before they disappeared within his room, Donghae sent a smirk over his shoulder full of triumph. Eunhyuk heard a groan of defeat and a muttered comment followed by a snort of laughter before the door to Donghae’s room closed, and everything else but Donghae ceased to exist.
AN: Well this was inspired by this photo. The muses would not let it go until I wrote something and since I live to please the muses...
Eunhyuk knew he was in trouble when Donghae slid into the back seat, prodding Kyuhyun to slide over, instead of settling beside him. He knew he was in trouble when Leeteuk offered him a look full of pity on his way to thank the staff that had made the concert happen. He knew was irrevocably and undeniably in trouble when Siwon, as he passed by, offered a mumbled “Sorry,” before going on his way. Eunhyuk was absolutely certain something would happen, the problem was when.
A likely time would have been at the after party, surrounded by friends and staff, a perfect time to get back at him for some slight real or imagined, a time perfect for public humiliation. If it had been anyone but Donghae he would have simply waited for whatever prank as retaliation was coming, but this was Donghae, the man who knew him better that any other, the man who knew him intimately. Donghae wouldn’t take his revenge in the form of a prank; those were reserved for affectionate play, not for revenge. Not that Donghae was the type of person he would have suspected of revenge but the young man had spent enough time with Heechul that a thing or two had to have rubbed off on him.
So he sat, with shoulders tense, through the initial round of toasts at another successful concert. His fingers curled into the fabric of his pants as he ate dinner with one hand, watching Donghae through lowered lashes as the man blatantly ignored him. When it was all done with and the managers were trying to shoo them out the door in order to grab a few hours of sleep before they had schedules again, he was still tense and waiting.
By the time they had returned to their apartment, Eunhyuk felt ready to jump at any shadow that they passed. Logically he knew that everything couldn’t be out to get him, despite what he was feeling, but he was beginning to wonder just who Donghae had recruited to help him. If he could only make it to his bedroom, he figured he could barricade himself in there until the morning and let whatever was wrong blow over.
His plan, as brilliant as it was, never managed to come into action, for as soon as his shoes were off and he attempted to slink into their apartment, there was a hand shoving him. Stumbling he gave in to the push, letting Donghae’s hand, firm on his chest, move him backwards until his back hit the wall. It was deceptive knowing Donghae’s sweet temperament, to think that something as aggressive as slamming him into a wall would come from the man. There had been few times that Eunhyuk had ever seen Donghae exert physical force and that usually resulted in a fist or two thrown at someone for something of a serious nature. If he was going to be hit he would at least like to know what for.
“Wha-” was all he managed to get out before lips were on his, harsh and demanding. Instantly his body gave in to the familiar press of lips and tongue, claiming and remapping already charted territory. His hands that had been prepared to defend him rose to grip fabric instead, pulling Donghae’s body into his own. He managed to be grateful that their manager had given up coming up to their dorm if he wasn’t planning on staying long ago, before he let his mind focus solely on the man in front of him.
Arousal that he had managed to fight down only an hour before, created from the high energy of the concert, returned in a rush, filling him with need. One of his hands slid down to the small of Donghae’s back, pushing him forward as his hips rolled into the man, seeking friction. Donghae, often the initiator but rarely the aggressor, released a rumbled growl of protest before the hand on his chest slid down to his leg and shifted it, giving him room to slide in one of his own. That was infinitely better as Eunhyuk rocked against the firmness of a thigh, the motion causing his other leg to shift and rub against Donghae as well.
Hands slipped beneath his shirt, fingers skimming over quickly heating skin as Eunhyuk lifted his other hand and slipped his fingers into Donghae’s thick hair. He loved it when Donghae was like this, the rareness of this sort of passion, the forcefulness of it bringing to the surface everything that he kept so tightly bottled. A groan pulled its way from his throat as Donghae ground against him and he tore his mouth away, his head thumping against the wall as he pulled back. They were in the living room, he had to remember that, or at least he knew he should, but Donghae’s lips found the point on his neck that made him moan every time and he forgot all about it.
“You,” Donghae hissed into his ear, nipping the lobe lightly, “belong to me until we decide otherwise. That is what we agreed on. No one gets to touch you like this,” his hands slid down Eunhyuk’s sides leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “No one gets to kiss you like this.” His lips descended on Eunhyuk’s once more, his tongue delving in deep and tangling with the other man’s.
Before Eunhyuk was ready, Donghae was pulling his mouth away again. For a moment nothing happened, and then Eunhyuk’s eyes fluttered open. The intensity in the other man’s eyes sent a curl of pleasure down Eunhyuk’s spine. “No one,” Donghae said softly, holding his gaze, “gets to have you like I do, until we decide differently.”
“No one,” Eunhyuk offered in whispered agreement before he sealed their lips together again. This time it was Donghae who melted into him, molding against him with hips shifting as restlessly as his hands.
“Hyukjae,” Donghae murmured against his lips, the sound full of pleasure. Eunhyuk could get lost in it, lost in the man still holding him to the wall with his body.
“Maybe we should all go to our rooms,” Leeteuk said with a clearing of his throat that pulled their attention back to their location.
Donghae pulled away, but only to feather kisses down his neck to his shoulder, skipping over the thin strip of his undershirt to find skin. “I want you,” he heard the soft murmur, more of a question than all the motions before had been.
Eunhyuk slid his hand up the man’s back, both to touch him and to reassure him of their contact. With some of the intensity broken, Eunhyuk found the strength to focus beyond the man’s press to his body and to the rest of the room. Leeteuk stood in the entryway of his room looking both tired and marginally amused as opposed to Kyuhyun who was leaning against the kitchen table and smirking at them before he covered it with a drink from the cup in his hand.
On the couch sat Siwon who met his eyes quickly and looked away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It couldn’t be their position that was that embarrassing; Siwon had walked in on them in far more compromising situations. Nothing could likely top three months prior when he had walked into Donghae’s room without knocking and had paid for his lack of manners. It had taken him a month to be able to look at either of them again and another few weeks for him to look at Donghae’s mouth without blushing at the memory of where he had seen it. This was a far cry tamer than that time, and most of the group had long ago accepted their relationship to one another.
Donghae’s hand slid down his side and then up again in a sensual caress and suddenly it clicked; the larger hands that had settled against his side, the forehead that had rested against his own, and the eyes that had expressed, however fleeting, a margin of desire, all of which had not belonged to Donghae. Siwon and the flirtations while covered in water was the reason he had been shoved into the wall and reminded to whom it was that he belonged.
“I think I’ll stay the night in your room,” Eunhyuk replied softly. He felt the smile in Donghae’s kiss as he pressed his lips to the spot behind Eunhyuk’s ear before pulling his mouth away. Eunhyuk released him and Donghae’s hands lingered on his skin for a moment before he pulled away and grasped the other man’s wrist. A tug turned him in the correct direction, towards the younger man’s room and Eunhyuk followed willingly, eager for the promise of what would lie within. Just before they disappeared within his room, Donghae sent a smirk over his shoulder full of triumph. Eunhyuk heard a groan of defeat and a muttered comment followed by a snort of laughter before the door to Donghae’s room closed, and everything else but Donghae ceased to exist.
AN: Well this was inspired by this photo. The muses would not let it go until I wrote something and since I live to please the muses...
