Filled. Part 3/3bonomanicAugust 24 2011, 21:29:26 UTC
Slipping a hand under the hem of Donghae’s shirt, Kibum roughly rakes his nails down his hyung’s sweaty back, feeling a little light-headed from the mixture of alcohol and Donghae’s hand lazily stroking him through his jeans. Donghae laughs in his ear, a husky and breathless version of his usual drunken giggle, and when Kibum grabs the back of Donghae’s jeans and pulls him forward into his thigh, Donghae’s voice hitches and he murmurs a whiny “Kibummie” against his skin.
Kibum is painfully hard against his pants now, but he is distracted by the way Donghae has started to grind himself against his leg, needy and selfish in his drunken state, leaning heavily on his dongsaeng and panting against his neck. When he shifts in his seat, Kibum catches a glimpse of Donghae’s face-his eyes clenched shut and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat-and before he knows it, Kibum is opening Donghae’s pants and shoves a hand down his underwear to curl around his cock.
He watches Donghae’s face scrunch up in pleasure, his mouth open in a silent groan, and jerks with an almost painful answering jolt of pleasure in his groin. He feels almost voyeuristic as he starts to move his hand in slow, firm strokes, gathering slickness from the head of Donghae’s cock, and watches as his hyung bites down on his lip, his nostrils fluttering with a shuddering inhale. “Like that,” he mutters in a slurred rasp, “just like that, mmh-“ Donghae’s moan is quiet and drawn-out, leaving Kibum tingling with the sound as he jerks his hand.
Donghae’s eyebrows knot together, lines of pleasure-pain creasing his forehead, and a flush starting to visibly color his cheeks. Kibum sees his jaw muscles jump when he clenches his teeth and the bobbing of his adam’s apple when he swallows before groaning again, low and needy. When Kibum quickens his strokes, brushes his thumb over the head or his fingers over his hyung’s balls, he feels Donghae thrust up into his hand, and watches him slowly coil tighter and tighter, and then unravel with jerking hips and violent shudders, his head thrown back and his eyes clenched shut.
Kibum himself is panting and feeling as if he just came down from a high when Donghae leans into him heavily, his forehead resting against his neck, and Kibum is wound so tightly that he groans rather loudly when Donghae’s hand presses into him again. He can almost taste the next moan on his tongue, just by imagining Donghae’s hand down his pants and his mouth against his neck, and he’s so preoccupied with the thought that it takes him a moment to notice that his hyung has sagged completely against him and the hand fingering his crotch just a second ago is now dangling limply between his legs.
Blinking down at the top of Donghae’s head, Kibum realizes that his hyung has fallen into a drunken sleep, sticky underwear and open pants and all. The shocked disbelief is enough to wash the worst of the sex-induced haze out of his brain, and after a few seconds of gaping, Kibum is frustrated enough to shove Donghae off. Donghae is heavy, though, and before Kibum has his grip adjusted to try again, Donghae shifts to sling his arms around his dongsaeng’s waist, pressing his sweaty self against him. “Kibummie,” he murmurs drowsily, “you’re my favorite dongsaeng, you know?”
Kibum glances down at his hyung’s face, no trace of suggestive smirks left, and sighs as he allows Donghae to press close, all warm, heavy limbs and content smiles. “I know, hyung. You’re my favorite, too.” He gives Donghae’s soft hair a pat.
A snicker comes from somewhere to his left and Kibum takes a deep breath to retain his mellow mood before he turns his head.
Heechul smirks at him from Hankyung’s side. “How touching, Kibummie. I see even you get mushy with a little alcohol.” Looking way too pleased with the knowledge, Heechul gives him another devious grin and lazily brushes his knuckles over Hankyung’s jawline. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”
Kibum is painfully hard against his pants now, but he is distracted by the way Donghae has started to grind himself against his leg, needy and selfish in his drunken state, leaning heavily on his dongsaeng and panting against his neck. When he shifts in his seat, Kibum catches a glimpse of Donghae’s face-his eyes clenched shut and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat-and before he knows it, Kibum is opening Donghae’s pants and shoves a hand down his underwear to curl around his cock.
He watches Donghae’s face scrunch up in pleasure, his mouth open in a silent groan, and jerks with an almost painful answering jolt of pleasure in his groin. He feels almost voyeuristic as he starts to move his hand in slow, firm strokes, gathering slickness from the head of Donghae’s cock, and watches as his hyung bites down on his lip, his nostrils fluttering with a shuddering inhale. “Like that,” he mutters in a slurred rasp, “just like that, mmh-“ Donghae’s moan is quiet and drawn-out, leaving Kibum tingling with the sound as he jerks his hand.
Donghae’s eyebrows knot together, lines of pleasure-pain creasing his forehead, and a flush starting to visibly color his cheeks. Kibum sees his jaw muscles jump when he clenches his teeth and the bobbing of his adam’s apple when he swallows before groaning again, low and needy. When Kibum quickens his strokes, brushes his thumb over the head or his fingers over his hyung’s balls, he feels Donghae thrust up into his hand, and watches him slowly coil tighter and tighter, and then unravel with jerking hips and violent shudders, his head thrown back and his eyes clenched shut.
Kibum himself is panting and feeling as if he just came down from a high when Donghae leans into him heavily, his forehead resting against his neck, and Kibum is wound so tightly that he groans rather loudly when Donghae’s hand presses into him again. He can almost taste the next moan on his tongue, just by imagining Donghae’s hand down his pants and his mouth against his neck, and he’s so preoccupied with the thought that it takes him a moment to notice that his hyung has sagged completely against him and the hand fingering his crotch just a second ago is now dangling limply between his legs.
Blinking down at the top of Donghae’s head, Kibum realizes that his hyung has fallen into a drunken sleep, sticky underwear and open pants and all. The shocked disbelief is enough to wash the worst of the sex-induced haze out of his brain, and after a few seconds of gaping, Kibum is frustrated enough to shove Donghae off. Donghae is heavy, though, and before Kibum has his grip adjusted to try again, Donghae shifts to sling his arms around his dongsaeng’s waist, pressing his sweaty self against him. “Kibummie,” he murmurs drowsily, “you’re my favorite dongsaeng, you know?”
Kibum glances down at his hyung’s face, no trace of suggestive smirks left, and sighs as he allows Donghae to press close, all warm, heavy limbs and content smiles. “I know, hyung. You’re my favorite, too.” He gives Donghae’s soft hair a pat.
A snicker comes from somewhere to his left and Kibum takes a deep breath to retain his mellow mood before he turns his head.
Heechul smirks at him from Hankyung’s side. “How touching, Kibummie. I see even you get mushy with a little alcohol.” Looking way too pleased with the knowledge, Heechul gives him another devious grin and lazily brushes his knuckles over Hankyung’s jawline. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”
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