Long Distance
Well I can't believe that I jumped on the fandom bandwagon and actually wrote something about the groups I am totally addicted to. Oh well it was bound to happen. Thanks to Kibum and Donghae I am officially no longer a SuJu fanfiction virgin.... *grins* Heechul you are on my list.
(And apparently I need to load up some suju icons I have saved...)
Written for the smut meme. Found Here
Disclaimer: I don't own them... only the ideas... and extensive secret plans to capture all of them... and then proceed to keep them in my closet... but that is a secret...shhhhhhhh...
Warning: Uh well... written for a smut community so there is smut... over the phone... between boys (although you probably aready know that if you are here...) Oh yeah and not betaed sorry...
Rating: I'm a gonna go NC-17... What can I say Kibum is dirty... Apparently Heechul rubs off on him too...
Without further ado:
Long Distance
It took five rings and a silent curse before he heard a sound on the other end of the line. There was a soft click of the phone being picked up and then a tired sigh. These were followed immediately by a groggy and sleep ridden “Hello?”
“Hey,” he responded quietly, almost ashamed to have woken the other, but not quite.
“Donghae? You do realize what time it is right? I know you are still in the same time zone.” This time the voice was more irritated and less sleep filled.
“Of course I know what time it is,” Donghae replied as he flopped back onto the crisp sheets of his hotel room.
“Then why exactly are you calling at this hour?” There was the sound of shifting and a quite grunt signifying that the voice on the other end had given up on sleep altogether and shifted to a more comfortable position.
“I miss you.”
There was a sigh. “No you don’t. You miss that I’m not there to do what I do for you.”
Donghae didn’t bother argue since the other man’s words were a long standing joke between them.
“What are you wearing?” he asked instead with a smirk forming on his face.
“Who are your roommates?” the voice asked, ignoring the question altogether.
“Siwon and Hankyung. They are both off somewhere doing who knows what. What are you wearing, Kibum?” he asked again, not willing to be deflected.
“They always are together,” Kibum mused for a minute then his voice shifted to a slightly more irritated tone. “I’m wearing my pajamas. What else would I be wearing?”
There was the thing Donghae had been waiting for, Kibum’s acceptance and participation in the little game. “Your ‘I have to be on camera and look decent pajamas’ or your ‘I can wear whatever the hell I want to bed’ pajamas?”
“It’s three AM at night, on a night where I have to get up early in the morning to go work. What do you think?”
“Your grey sweats then. With no shirt,” Donghae stated matter of fact. There was a hum on the other end of the line indicating his correctness in the matter. “What are you doing right now?”
“Laying on my bed and waiting for a certain idiot to shut up so I can hang up my phone and go back to sleep.” The voice was still filled with enough irritation that if anyone else was talking to him, they would more than likely apologize profusely and then hang up the phone. Donghae knew Kibum better than that. Not to mention he was just a born shit disturber.
“Do you know what I would be doing if I were there?”
A sigh, then, “I can guess.”
“I would start by lying down beside you. You wouldn’t push me away, you never do. Then I would start at your neck. I’d drag my fingers from there to your nipples, which I would play with just a little bit. You still wouldn’t push me away, or even say anything, but your breath would hitch a little bit.” There was that same quite noise that Donghae was so used to hearing on the other side of the line and his face fell into a rather satisfied smile.
As he spoke Donghae lifted his own hand to his stomach and began to shift it lightly over the fabric. “Then I would move down touching your chest the whole time. Most people don’t know about the slight hint of muscle you have, but I do. I would trace each one all the way to the line of your sweat pants. Then do you know what I would do?”
There was a quiet intake of breath on the other side. “No.”
“I would trace them back up again,” he paused for a moment to give Kibum time to create a picture in his head of the many times this had happened, “with my tongue. When I got to your neck, I would play with it for a bit, making sure to leave a mark that you would have to cover with makeup before we went anywhere tomorrow. Then I would cover your lips with mine, and your body with my body. I’d kiss you deep with a lot of tongue just how you like,” there was a soft groan on the other side of the phone. “And I would rock against you while we kissed. So you could feel how much I want you already.”
“How much?” came the question through the ear piece of the phone.
“The same as I always do. Just seeing you makes me hard, kissing you even more so,” he left unspoken that hearing Kibum like this had the same effect on him. They both knew he would already be showing signs of arousal.
“Then what Donghae?”
“I would keep kissing you, until you couldn’t stand it anymore. Until I woke the passionate side of you. Until you did something about it. What would you do Kibum?” Donghae relaxed more fully into the bed knowing that he had Kibum fully in his game now.
There was a quiet breath and the sound of shifting. “You know I can’t stand laying beneath you for long, so I would roll us over until I was covering your body with mine, and grinding my hips into yours. Then I would get rid of the shirt you were wearing. If I was patient I would demand you to remove it and you would. If not I would just tear it off your body.”
Donghae groaned softly. He remembered the nights that Kibum was talking about. The nights where there was such a passion in Kibum that he couldn’t stand any barrier. Those were the nights that the sex was rough and primal and usually occurred several times in succession. Those were also some of the nights that Donghae loved the most.
He shifted quickly, pulling the shirt from his body before resettling. “Then what?” he asked a bit breathless, as if he was afraid to speak to loudly and break the spell that they were weaving.
“Then I would kiss your nipples first. I know what it does to you when I swirl my tongue around them.” Donghae shifted his hand up his body and flicked his thumb over his nipple, wishing it were Kibum’s tongue instead but still loving the sensation mixed with Kibum’s voice.
“But I wouldn’t linger too long. I’d pull away and you would whimper slightly as you always do. I’m sure you’re hands would find my hair and try to tug my head back up to where you want it. But you aren’t in control are you?”
“No,” Donghae breathed out shakily.
Kibum’s voice had already fallen to the rougher edge that Donghae always associated with sex. ”I would look and you and tell you with my eyes that that wasn’t allowed, but you wouldn’t listen would you?”
“N-No,” he stuttered. One hand still teased his nipple as the other snagged an extra pillow to prop the phone against his ear with so as to free his other hand.
“So I would have to take a more decisive action. I wouldn’t warn you. I would just grab your cock with my hand and squeeze.” With his newly freed hand Donghae did just that to himself and let out a low moan. ”You would moan just like that and finally let go of my hair. Because you were good I would continue to feel you through your pajama pants. Then I would lean down and find all the places on your body that feel so good to you with my tongue.” Letting loose another groan, Donghae continued to feel his length through his pajamas just as he knew Kibum would. He lifted his other hand to his mouth and wet two of his fingers before finding out every place that Kibum described.
“There is that spot just over your ribs that makes you squirm. Then the one low on your hips that causes you to arch up into me and moan. Or when I dip my tongue into your navel and swirl it just right, you’ll whimper and say my name.”
As if on cue Donghae released a quite whimper. “Kibum, fuck, please.”
There was a sensual laugh from the other end of the line. “May be I would keep torturing you. Or maybe I would take pity on you. If I felt like it I might pull your pajama pants low enough to free your cock. Then I would let you feel my breath on it. You know better than to ask me to do more, so you wouldn’t.”
Donghae shifted enough to slide his clothes down to his knees freeing himself to the cool air. A shiver ran through his body at the feel of the coolness on his skin and the image of what Kibum would look like settled between his legs. His eyes finally sank closed to immerse himself fully in his fantasy.
”I would then crawl off the bed long enough to take off my sweats. Then I would cover your body with mine. I would be careful not to touch you until we were lined up properly. Then I would stroke my body along yours and you would finally feel how hard you make me.”
“Kibum…” Donghae moaned as he wrapped one hand around his erection and began to stroke, imagining Kibum rubbing against him instead. “I would cover your mouth with mine again, and thrust my tongue in, just like I know you want me to thrust my cock into you.”
“Yes,” a groan as he arched up into his own hand imagining it.
“You are such a slut, you always love it when I pound into your ass. But maybe I would just rock against you until you cum screaming my name because just that is enough to make you cum. Or maybe if I was feeling like it, I would fish the lotion out of the drawer and do something else to you.”
“Please, Kibum,” Donghae pleaded, slightly breathless and unable to stop the motion of his hand over his own erection.
“I would coat two of my fingers when you weren’t paying attention. Then I would slip one into you.”
Donghae fumbled for the lotion he had set next to the bed and managed to find it, open it, and get some into his hand without making too much of a mess. “Wait…” he pleaded softly. Heeding his request, only the sound of Kibum’s slightly heavier breath came over the phone. Donghae kicked his pants off the rest of the way and spread his legs wide open to accommodate his hand. He thrust one of his lotion covered fingers into himself just as Kibum described. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.
“I would thrust it in and out of you. I would be careful not to hit your prostate except for maybe one or two seemingly accidently brushes. With my other hand I would play with your balls. I know how crazy that drives you.” Donghae moaned loudly as he lifted his hand from his chest to wrap his fingers around his own balls.
“Then when you were thrashing and starting to whimper for more. I would thrust the next finger in. You would arch off the bed and let out a cry so loud I would have to muffle it with my own mouth.”
Donghae felt his own finger enter him and he did indeed arch off the bed, biting his lip in attempt to muffle the cry he made. “Kibum… please…take me…” he begged, thrusting his fingers in and out of himself rapidly. His other hand shifted to wrap around his arousal. Every thrust up would push his erection into his fist. Every thrust down would push his fingers deeper into his body.
”You would beg just like that and I might torture you longer. Or I might pull out my fingers and thrust into your body in one motion, making sure that I hit your prostate firmly.” Kibum’s voice was low and punctuated with soft pants of his own, so that if Donghae had been coherent enough he might be able to guess what the man was doing on the other end of the line. As it was Donghae, added another finger into his body and imagined just what it would feel like to have Kibum there instead. He let out an incomprehensible noise.
“I might go slow and make both of us find patience we don’t really have. Or maybe, because I have tortured you this much, I might thrust in hard, fast and rough. Just how you like it.”
Donghae did as Kibum suggested and thrust his fingers roughly into himself. He let out a garbled groan. “P-please, so close.”
“Then I would take your cock into my hand and stroke it as I… as I..” Kibum let out a low groan. “Donghae,” he breathed lowly.
“Oh fuck Kibum, I’m so… close…” Donghae said semi coherently as he stroked his hands over and in his body faster.
”Cum.” Kibum ordered huskily.
“Ki-kibum!” Donghae yelled followed by several incomprehensible noises as his body tightened and he feel over the edge. If he had been coherent enough he would have heard the low moan on the other end of the phone, the same quiet noise that Kibum usually made when he hit his end.
Moments later Donghae found himself laying spread eagle on the bed, one hand covered with cum, the other with lotion, and both substances smeared in various places on his body and bed. He turned his head and pressed his ear more firmly against the phone. On the other end he could hear the slowly calming pant. “Kibum,” he said softly, the tone of his voice carrying several different things within it.
“Mm?” came the questioning noise.
There were too many things in his head that Donghae could pick one to say. Instead he settled on a soft, “Thanks.”
“Mm,” was Kibum’s hum of acknowledgement. “You’re coming home tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be home late, but not too late.”
“Ok. Kibum I-“
“I know. Me too,” the other man cut him off. He couldn’t be certain what Donghae was going to say but he could guess at it. Some things they didn’t need to say. Some things were safer not to say. Some things they just knew. “Take a shower and get some rest. And Donghae.”
“Yeah?” he asked curiously.
“Make sure you call Siwon and tell him it’s safe to come back, so that he and Hankyung can get some sleep too,” Kibum said with a quiet laugh.
Donghae’s face filled with color at the thought that Siwon would have any idea what he had missed. Chances were that if he didn’t Hankyung did. The Chinese man may not be able to convey everything verbally but very little escaped his notice. “Yeah. Night.”
“Goodnight.” There was a pause that lasted several moments where they simply listened to one another breath. “Sleep well Donghae.”
“You too Kibum,” he returned quietly. The conversation ended just as it had begun. With a tired sigh and a soft click.
A/N: That's all! The end! See the commentie button! Now you shall press that and leave me commenties! Do as you are told! Please? Oh lord I make a horrible seme... anyway I am off to write that ten page paper that is do tomorrow, that I haven't started... *dies*
(And apparently I need to load up some suju icons I have saved...)
Written for the smut meme. Found Here
Disclaimer: I don't own them... only the ideas... and extensive secret plans to capture all of them... and then proceed to keep them in my closet... but that is a secret...shhhhhhhh...
Warning: Uh well... written for a smut community so there is smut... over the phone... between boys (although you probably aready know that if you are here...) Oh yeah and not betaed sorry...
Rating: I'm a gonna go NC-17... What can I say Kibum is dirty... Apparently Heechul rubs off on him too...
Without further ado:
Long Distance
It took five rings and a silent curse before he heard a sound on the other end of the line. There was a soft click of the phone being picked up and then a tired sigh. These were followed immediately by a groggy and sleep ridden “Hello?”
“Hey,” he responded quietly, almost ashamed to have woken the other, but not quite.
“Donghae? You do realize what time it is right? I know you are still in the same time zone.” This time the voice was more irritated and less sleep filled.
“Of course I know what time it is,” Donghae replied as he flopped back onto the crisp sheets of his hotel room.
“Then why exactly are you calling at this hour?” There was the sound of shifting and a quite grunt signifying that the voice on the other end had given up on sleep altogether and shifted to a more comfortable position.
“I miss you.”
There was a sigh. “No you don’t. You miss that I’m not there to do what I do for you.”
Donghae didn’t bother argue since the other man’s words were a long standing joke between them.
“What are you wearing?” he asked instead with a smirk forming on his face.
“Who are your roommates?” the voice asked, ignoring the question altogether.
“Siwon and Hankyung. They are both off somewhere doing who knows what. What are you wearing, Kibum?” he asked again, not willing to be deflected.
“They always are together,” Kibum mused for a minute then his voice shifted to a slightly more irritated tone. “I’m wearing my pajamas. What else would I be wearing?”
There was the thing Donghae had been waiting for, Kibum’s acceptance and participation in the little game. “Your ‘I have to be on camera and look decent pajamas’ or your ‘I can wear whatever the hell I want to bed’ pajamas?”
“It’s three AM at night, on a night where I have to get up early in the morning to go work. What do you think?”
“Your grey sweats then. With no shirt,” Donghae stated matter of fact. There was a hum on the other end of the line indicating his correctness in the matter. “What are you doing right now?”
“Laying on my bed and waiting for a certain idiot to shut up so I can hang up my phone and go back to sleep.” The voice was still filled with enough irritation that if anyone else was talking to him, they would more than likely apologize profusely and then hang up the phone. Donghae knew Kibum better than that. Not to mention he was just a born shit disturber.
“Do you know what I would be doing if I were there?”
A sigh, then, “I can guess.”
“I would start by lying down beside you. You wouldn’t push me away, you never do. Then I would start at your neck. I’d drag my fingers from there to your nipples, which I would play with just a little bit. You still wouldn’t push me away, or even say anything, but your breath would hitch a little bit.” There was that same quite noise that Donghae was so used to hearing on the other side of the line and his face fell into a rather satisfied smile.
As he spoke Donghae lifted his own hand to his stomach and began to shift it lightly over the fabric. “Then I would move down touching your chest the whole time. Most people don’t know about the slight hint of muscle you have, but I do. I would trace each one all the way to the line of your sweat pants. Then do you know what I would do?”
There was a quiet intake of breath on the other side. “No.”
“I would trace them back up again,” he paused for a moment to give Kibum time to create a picture in his head of the many times this had happened, “with my tongue. When I got to your neck, I would play with it for a bit, making sure to leave a mark that you would have to cover with makeup before we went anywhere tomorrow. Then I would cover your lips with mine, and your body with my body. I’d kiss you deep with a lot of tongue just how you like,” there was a soft groan on the other side of the phone. “And I would rock against you while we kissed. So you could feel how much I want you already.”
“How much?” came the question through the ear piece of the phone.
“The same as I always do. Just seeing you makes me hard, kissing you even more so,” he left unspoken that hearing Kibum like this had the same effect on him. They both knew he would already be showing signs of arousal.
“Then what Donghae?”
“I would keep kissing you, until you couldn’t stand it anymore. Until I woke the passionate side of you. Until you did something about it. What would you do Kibum?” Donghae relaxed more fully into the bed knowing that he had Kibum fully in his game now.
There was a quiet breath and the sound of shifting. “You know I can’t stand laying beneath you for long, so I would roll us over until I was covering your body with mine, and grinding my hips into yours. Then I would get rid of the shirt you were wearing. If I was patient I would demand you to remove it and you would. If not I would just tear it off your body.”
Donghae groaned softly. He remembered the nights that Kibum was talking about. The nights where there was such a passion in Kibum that he couldn’t stand any barrier. Those were the nights that the sex was rough and primal and usually occurred several times in succession. Those were also some of the nights that Donghae loved the most.
He shifted quickly, pulling the shirt from his body before resettling. “Then what?” he asked a bit breathless, as if he was afraid to speak to loudly and break the spell that they were weaving.
“Then I would kiss your nipples first. I know what it does to you when I swirl my tongue around them.” Donghae shifted his hand up his body and flicked his thumb over his nipple, wishing it were Kibum’s tongue instead but still loving the sensation mixed with Kibum’s voice.
“But I wouldn’t linger too long. I’d pull away and you would whimper slightly as you always do. I’m sure you’re hands would find my hair and try to tug my head back up to where you want it. But you aren’t in control are you?”
“No,” Donghae breathed out shakily.
Kibum’s voice had already fallen to the rougher edge that Donghae always associated with sex. ”I would look and you and tell you with my eyes that that wasn’t allowed, but you wouldn’t listen would you?”
“N-No,” he stuttered. One hand still teased his nipple as the other snagged an extra pillow to prop the phone against his ear with so as to free his other hand.
“So I would have to take a more decisive action. I wouldn’t warn you. I would just grab your cock with my hand and squeeze.” With his newly freed hand Donghae did just that to himself and let out a low moan. ”You would moan just like that and finally let go of my hair. Because you were good I would continue to feel you through your pajama pants. Then I would lean down and find all the places on your body that feel so good to you with my tongue.” Letting loose another groan, Donghae continued to feel his length through his pajamas just as he knew Kibum would. He lifted his other hand to his mouth and wet two of his fingers before finding out every place that Kibum described.
“There is that spot just over your ribs that makes you squirm. Then the one low on your hips that causes you to arch up into me and moan. Or when I dip my tongue into your navel and swirl it just right, you’ll whimper and say my name.”
As if on cue Donghae released a quite whimper. “Kibum, fuck, please.”
There was a sensual laugh from the other end of the line. “May be I would keep torturing you. Or maybe I would take pity on you. If I felt like it I might pull your pajama pants low enough to free your cock. Then I would let you feel my breath on it. You know better than to ask me to do more, so you wouldn’t.”
Donghae shifted enough to slide his clothes down to his knees freeing himself to the cool air. A shiver ran through his body at the feel of the coolness on his skin and the image of what Kibum would look like settled between his legs. His eyes finally sank closed to immerse himself fully in his fantasy.
”I would then crawl off the bed long enough to take off my sweats. Then I would cover your body with mine. I would be careful not to touch you until we were lined up properly. Then I would stroke my body along yours and you would finally feel how hard you make me.”
“Kibum…” Donghae moaned as he wrapped one hand around his erection and began to stroke, imagining Kibum rubbing against him instead. “I would cover your mouth with mine again, and thrust my tongue in, just like I know you want me to thrust my cock into you.”
“Yes,” a groan as he arched up into his own hand imagining it.
“You are such a slut, you always love it when I pound into your ass. But maybe I would just rock against you until you cum screaming my name because just that is enough to make you cum. Or maybe if I was feeling like it, I would fish the lotion out of the drawer and do something else to you.”
“Please, Kibum,” Donghae pleaded, slightly breathless and unable to stop the motion of his hand over his own erection.
“I would coat two of my fingers when you weren’t paying attention. Then I would slip one into you.”
Donghae fumbled for the lotion he had set next to the bed and managed to find it, open it, and get some into his hand without making too much of a mess. “Wait…” he pleaded softly. Heeding his request, only the sound of Kibum’s slightly heavier breath came over the phone. Donghae kicked his pants off the rest of the way and spread his legs wide open to accommodate his hand. He thrust one of his lotion covered fingers into himself just as Kibum described. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.
“I would thrust it in and out of you. I would be careful not to hit your prostate except for maybe one or two seemingly accidently brushes. With my other hand I would play with your balls. I know how crazy that drives you.” Donghae moaned loudly as he lifted his hand from his chest to wrap his fingers around his own balls.
“Then when you were thrashing and starting to whimper for more. I would thrust the next finger in. You would arch off the bed and let out a cry so loud I would have to muffle it with my own mouth.”
Donghae felt his own finger enter him and he did indeed arch off the bed, biting his lip in attempt to muffle the cry he made. “Kibum… please…take me…” he begged, thrusting his fingers in and out of himself rapidly. His other hand shifted to wrap around his arousal. Every thrust up would push his erection into his fist. Every thrust down would push his fingers deeper into his body.
”You would beg just like that and I might torture you longer. Or I might pull out my fingers and thrust into your body in one motion, making sure that I hit your prostate firmly.” Kibum’s voice was low and punctuated with soft pants of his own, so that if Donghae had been coherent enough he might be able to guess what the man was doing on the other end of the line. As it was Donghae, added another finger into his body and imagined just what it would feel like to have Kibum there instead. He let out an incomprehensible noise.
“I might go slow and make both of us find patience we don’t really have. Or maybe, because I have tortured you this much, I might thrust in hard, fast and rough. Just how you like it.”
Donghae did as Kibum suggested and thrust his fingers roughly into himself. He let out a garbled groan. “P-please, so close.”
“Then I would take your cock into my hand and stroke it as I… as I..” Kibum let out a low groan. “Donghae,” he breathed lowly.
“Oh fuck Kibum, I’m so… close…” Donghae said semi coherently as he stroked his hands over and in his body faster.
”Cum.” Kibum ordered huskily.
“Ki-kibum!” Donghae yelled followed by several incomprehensible noises as his body tightened and he feel over the edge. If he had been coherent enough he would have heard the low moan on the other end of the phone, the same quiet noise that Kibum usually made when he hit his end.
Moments later Donghae found himself laying spread eagle on the bed, one hand covered with cum, the other with lotion, and both substances smeared in various places on his body and bed. He turned his head and pressed his ear more firmly against the phone. On the other end he could hear the slowly calming pant. “Kibum,” he said softly, the tone of his voice carrying several different things within it.
“Mm?” came the questioning noise.
There were too many things in his head that Donghae could pick one to say. Instead he settled on a soft, “Thanks.”
“Mm,” was Kibum’s hum of acknowledgement. “You’re coming home tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be home late, but not too late.”
“Ok. Kibum I-“
“I know. Me too,” the other man cut him off. He couldn’t be certain what Donghae was going to say but he could guess at it. Some things they didn’t need to say. Some things were safer not to say. Some things they just knew. “Take a shower and get some rest. And Donghae.”
“Yeah?” he asked curiously.
“Make sure you call Siwon and tell him it’s safe to come back, so that he and Hankyung can get some sleep too,” Kibum said with a quiet laugh.
Donghae’s face filled with color at the thought that Siwon would have any idea what he had missed. Chances were that if he didn’t Hankyung did. The Chinese man may not be able to convey everything verbally but very little escaped his notice. “Yeah. Night.”
“Goodnight.” There was a pause that lasted several moments where they simply listened to one another breath. “Sleep well Donghae.”
“You too Kibum,” he returned quietly. The conversation ended just as it had begun. With a tired sigh and a soft click.
A/N: That's all! The end! See the commentie button! Now you shall press that and leave me commenties! Do as you are told! Please? Oh lord I make a horrible seme... anyway I am off to write that ten page paper that is do tomorrow, that I haven't started... *dies*