FIC: Impasse (Chapter Ten)
Konbanwa, minnasan! I'm finally back with my next chapter of "Impasse!" This is my NC-17 chapter, but it's definitely not as bad as some I've written in the past! ::chuckles:: I wanted there to be a feeling of reality to this particular section even if it is very smexy! I hope that the feelings of awkwardness and bittersweetness comes through! Enjoy!
"Impasse"
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRINGS: HanHae, HanTeuk, TeukHae, HanTeukHae, SiHan (past tense), KyuMin, ShinChul, etc.
RATINGS: PG-13 to NC-17 (will be notated if NC-17)
GROUPS: Super Junior, DBSK, Kitty GYM, KAT-TUN
GENRE: Action/Romance/Angst
WARNINGS: Violence, Sexual Situations, Dark Themes, Character Death
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't own them, never will, but thanks for reading!
SUMMARY: AU Storyline~In the South Korean underworld, a popular form of entertainment is fighting matches. Men are judged by the fighters they own. A troubled fighter with a past catches the attention of two long time friends and may lead them both to the brink of obsession.
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CHAPTER TEN: Mending the Broken Stones
The two men laid in their propped positions, their lips still a mere breath apart. Neither one attempted to move forward or back. The sound of the rain drifting over head was the only real noise in the still room. Donghae turned his head slightly. The movement caused his top lip to barely brush over Hankyung's lower one. There was a moment of pure electricity that seemed to shoot through the fighter. He felt something dormant in his blood sing in response to that touch. Hankyung shifted his head slightly, letting his lips drift fully over Donghae's parted ones. The whisper of flesh caused Donghae's breath to shudder. The vibrations of air painted Hankyung's mouth.
"I don't know what to do." Hankyung whispered as their lips glided across each others.
"It's okay." Donghae responded. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want too."
That flitting idea was abolished as one of Hankyung's strong hands was raised. Long slender fingers slid into the brunette's hair. Full lips suddenly enveloped Donghae's own mouth and he swore at that moment his heart had stopped. He could feel the Chinese man's moist mouth glide over his upper and lower lips before skimming the corners of each side of his mouth. Donghae parted his lips to let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. He only drew in enough air before his mouth was claimed again. The kisses Hankyung was slowly giving him seemed to morph from one into the next. The smaller man found he could hardly seperate when the first kiss and the next one began or ended. His eyes fluttered closed. His fingers now flexed on the floor in his slightly raised position. The sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears was the only noise he could make out. He suddenly felt chilled and his eyes popped open. Hankyung had drawn back from his mouth with a look of unsurity. The smaller man saw the expression immediately.
"I'm... I'm sorry..." Donghae suddenly stuttered. He tried to get up but his bad shoulder sang with the bite of his injury. He winced visibly and then he felt arms around him. His body was taut as he was sat up and pulled forward. He swallowed the lump he didn't know was in his throat as he realized Hankyung was holding him.
"It's not your fault." Hankyung assured Donghae against his ear. "I wanted to kiss you."
There was another drawn out silence before the taller man spoke again.
"I'm worried about your shoulder though."
Donghae barely smiled as he pulled back to look at Hankyung's face. He lifted his hand and then moved a few rebellious white strands from the man's dark eyes.
"It doesn't hurt that bad. No worse than your bad ribs or knee I bet."
Again an awkward pause fell between them. Donghae's fingers were now resting over Hankyung's chest. He was mindful to try and stay away from the scar for the moment. Instead, he inspected the bruises from the fight that were starting to fade. Hankyung's hands began to very gently smooth up and down over Donghae's back. The feeling was a mixture of comfort and underlying pleasure. Without thought, Donghae arched his spine a little to feel more of the touch. Hankyung's eyebrow raised slightly and then he trailed one of his elegant fingers down the arc of Donghae's back. Even through the t-shirt, the young man could feel the sensation. His nerves responded and seemed to ignite with a nearly aroused haze. He had to catch his breath, leaning forward against the taller man.
"You have a very sensitive back." Hankyung quietly observed.
Donghae just nodded as his clouded mind began to come back to its senses. He felt a blush stain his cheeks at how quickly he had been turned on by such a simple touch. Hankyung however just looked at the young man. He leaned forward again capturing Donghae's willing mouth with his own lips. The kisses were much firmer now making Donghae's toes curl. Hankyung's lips left off from the brunette's mouth and trailed lightly over his chin. His tongue darted out to taste a droplet of sweat that had formed at the base of Donghae's chin. Hankyung's fingers raised again, drifting over Donghae's cheek, chin and over the bridge of his nose. The smaller man found his gaze pulled to Hankyung's face. The man was watching him with a very serious expression. Donghae drew his bottom lip between his own teeth. Hankyung finally spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
"How did you get in?"
"In?" Donghae questioned just as quietly back.
"Through my wall. How did you do it when no one else could?"
"Because I was lonely too?"
Hankyung tilted his head to that response. His fingers continue to draw light patterns over Donghae's face, sometimes slipping to his neck.
"Lonely? But you have so many who love you."
Donghae shook his head.
"They care for me, but I don't think any of them actually love me. I try to attach myself to as many as I can. But deep down, I think I'm as alone as you are."
The Chinese man smiled then. It was almost the same smile that made Donghae's heart ache when he had spoken so passionately about Siwon. However, this one seemed to be exclusively meant for the young man.
"I have been loved so deeply that I felt afterwards all I could be was alone. You've never known that deep love and felt you'd always be alone." Hankyung stated gently.
Donghae nodded.
"I now know what I want to do." Hankyung said.
The smaller man blinked as he felt Hankyung's hands framing his face. Their lips came together. The sheer amount of emotion Donghae felt pouring into that kiss almost made him feel faint. It was as if the bitterness that Hankyung had sealed inside was being pushed out through each brush of lips. Donghae understood at that moment what Hankyung required may in fact be the same thing he also needed. His arms finally came to life. Despite his bad shoulder, he wrapped them around the white haired man's strong neck. He then let his own emotions go, the feelings of his own worthlessness seeping into the kisses.
Hankyung didn't relinquish Donghae's lips. Instead he began to stand and lift the other man at the same time. Even with his injured ribs and bad knee, it was nothing for him to balance Donghae's weight. The young man made a muffled groan into Hankyung's mouth. His feet felt as though they wouldn't work correctly. His legs seemed like jelly. The feeling was not unwelcome, in fact it made him want to go weak just to be closer to Hankyung's body. The Chinese man drew back and wrapped his arms around the brunettte's waist. There was a myriad of emotions playing in his dark eyes. But something was shimmering forward underneath all the turmoil. It was the first time that Donghae had ever seen it in the other man's face. There was just a glimmer of hope starting to shine through. At that moment, Hankyung smiled again. But this time it was so close to that smile Donghae had seen in the video. Still a little sad but somehow unexplicably beautiful.
"I like when you smile." Donghae whispered.
Hankyung looked down slightly. His hair brushed over his face and then he looked back up again. Donghae realized the man almost appeared to be shy at that moment. He wet his lower lip and waited patiently.
"It's been a long time since I've done anything like this." Hankyung confessed. "I'm not sure if I even really remember."
"We... We can always figure that out together." Donghae suggested hoping that his face didn't feel as red as he thought it was.
"Maybe somewhere softer then?"
The taller man pointed over to his hardly used bed. Donghae nodded a little. He felt the pressure of Hankyung's hand on his back. Taking his cue, he walked toward the bed with the other man. Donghae realized that there was no turning back now. They were standing together, both seeming to contemplate the moment in their own minds.
"Hankyung?"
"Yes, Donghae?"
"Can I ask you something?
"What is it?"
"Even if this is only for tonight and that's it, even if I never see you again, would it be okay for me to never let you go in my heart?"
The words were spoken so simply that Hankyung had to look twice to see if Donghae was serious. His dark eyes shown gently in the quiet light of the room. The man tried to open his mouth to say something but words truly failed him. Instead, he resorted to what he knew best in expressing himself. He pulled Donghae against him and claimed his mouth. The kiss said more than Donghae could have ever asked Hankyung to say to him.
"I'll take that as a 'yes' then." Donghae said with a little smile.
Hankyung couldn't help but return the expression with a small grin of his own. He shook his head and then looked quietly at Donghae. He reached for the hem of his shirt and began to pull gently. Donghae got his good arm out of the sleeve easily. The other arm took a bit longer. Hankyung's careful administrations got the smaller man's shoulder free of the material. The bandage the taller man had applied was still in good condition. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the covered wound. Donghae's eyes fluttered at the gentle touch. He turned his head enough to brush his own mouth over the top of Hankyung's ear. The man's eyes went wide before he shuddered slightly. Donghae felt a rush of pleasure seeing Hankyung's reaction.
"Does that feel good?" he breathed into the taller man's ear.
The man gave a brief nod. His fingers smoothed over Donghae's sharply cut chest. They traced the shape of his muscles and glided over the cut structure of his center chest. The young man distantly wondered how he was still standing. Each brush of Hankyung's skilled hands seemed to be sending the blood directly to that spot. He felt deliciously light headed. Donghae reached out and steadied his hands on Hankyung's shoulders. The white haired man smirked as he flicked open the silver button on the top of Donghae's jeans.
"Do you think you can stay upright until I get you out of these?"
"Did you just make a joke?" Donghae said with a wry look in his eyes.
"An observation." Hankyung lightly retorted.
However, the Chinese man had a viable point. As Hankyung drew the zipper to his jeans down, his fingernails brushed lightly over the hardness hidden in Donghae's boxers. That simple touch had the young man curling forward, sucking in all of his air. Hankyung was quick to react, dropping down to his knees to draw off the denim. Donghae stepped gingerly out of his jeans. He was ready to say something about Hankyung still on the floor when his words stopped in his throat. He felt a hot flush glide through his body at that moment.
Hankyung was still kneeling on the floor. He lowered himself down even farther and pressed his mouth to the top of each of Donghae's feet. He then slowly began to place delicate kisses up around his ankle and into the inner part of both of his lower legs. The brush of tongue tickled Donghae's sensitive skin behind each of his knees. Delicate lips made their mapped way up to his thighs. A wet tongue slid upwards and then just brushed over each of Donghae's upper thighs. He felt hot breath then puff over the front of his too tight boxers. Hankyung then pressed his nose into the crook of Donghae's groin, breathing in his distinctive smell.
"HANKYUNG!" Donghae cried out.
He felt his knees go weak but he never hit the ground. Hankyung's strong arms were easily supporting him. The man continued to let his nose brush back and forth over Donghae's cloth covered front. After a few more moments Donghae felt Hankyung draw back. He was ready to say something when another very different feeling sang through his body. His head fell back as Hankyung mouthed him wetly through his fabric. The skim of the soft cotton seperating him from Hankyung's lips was maddening. He looked down at the man to see Hankyung looking up at him. The man's gaze never wavered as he stuck his tongue out and then blatantly licked over Donghae's bulge. The young man cursed loudly and panted.
"Hankyung, please..." Donghae begged. "Please take them off..."
The taller man slid one of his arms away from Donghae's waist and hooked his fingers into the elastic band. He eased them down over one hip before moving to the other side. The fabric began to give way and inch down Donghae's strong thighs. Soon the cotton pooled at the youth's feet. His skin felt briefly kissed by the coolness of the room before heat took him back over again. Hankyung's tongue flicked out and just whispered over the tip of Donghae's hardness. It was too much and not enough for the young man. He swore again and tried to steady himself.
"Bed?" Hankyung whispered.
"Yes." came Donghae's simple reply.
Hankyung stood, slowly letting his hard body glide up Donghae's naked form. It caused a luscious ache to bloom even more for the smaller young man. He reached out and unraveled the final spiraling bandages around Hankyung's waist. The white pieces of cloth tumbled to the ground. Donghae reached forward slowly and pulled on the strings of Hankyung's black loose pants. The delicate knot opened under one gentle tug. Donghae reached out and saw that his own hands were shaking as he began to ease the pants over Hankyung's sharp hips. The Chinese man covered Donghae's hands with his, steadying the touch. The silken fabric moved downward and then joined the other discarded pieces of clothing on the floor. The two men stood in the soft illumination by the bed. They both gazed at their naked bodies, scarred, injured, marred, yet somehow perfect to both of them. Donghae was the first to step forward, pressing their nude shapes together. Hankyung's breath trembled in his ear as the man lowered his head. Donghae felt the moist suction on his throat and let a soft moan spill from his lips.
He felt his body move upwards and then his knees bend. A soft mattress greeted his back as he was laid down slowly by Hankyung. The lanky man crawled onto the bed, it sinking slightly under their mutual weight. He was careful with his own knee as he moved upwards. Donghae spread his legs as Hankyung slipped between them and lowered himself down. Their hips fell flush with each others and made them squirm together.
"Ah!" Donghae gasped as he felt Hankyung's hips move just slightly against his.
"Is it okay?" the white haired man questioned softly.
Donghae nodded and framed Hankyung's face. Their mouths met smoothly as the taller man began to thrust slowly. Donghae relinquished Hankyung's lips, letting his head fall back into the pillow. He panted slowly and then Hankyung's hand was up by his mouth. He gladly parted his lips as those long fingers slipped inside. His tongue swirled up each digit offered to him. He briefly thought about how his mouth would feel over another part of Hankyung and it caused him to groan around the fingers.
Those fingers slowly slipped from his lips and trailed a wet line down his side. Donghae watched Hankyung's eyes as the man slid his hand underneath Donghae's lower back. The smaller man lifted his hips, adding a spike of pressure between their already rocking bodies. Hankyung let out a soft gasp and then his fingers brushed over Donghae's opening. The young man bit his lip and looked almost feverishly at his partner.
"Is it okay?" Hankyung suddenly asked, his eyes showing concern.
"Yes, it's you who's doing it."
Those words touched something deep and hidden inside the white haired man. He pressed his long index finger inside Donghae slowly, letting his body give way to the intrusion. Donghae gasped out loud, the sound being captured by Hankyung's impassioned lips. Donghae felt his body stretch and move as his hips flexed up and down against Hankyung's. He trembled as he whispered in the taller man's ear.
"I'm going to come soon..."
"Not yet." came the soft response.
Donghae wondered briefly at how his body seemed to obey Hankyung. Somehow he was being held just on the brink as he felt another digit press into his opening. Hankyung scissored his fingers slowly. Donghae felt himself push farther down but it was never enough. The white haired man then crooked his fingers gently and brushed over something deep inside the other man. Donghae let out a cry and pushed down hard, trying to get Hankyung to find that spot again. The older man nuzzled under Donghae's chin.
"Did that feel good?"
"Y-y-yes..." he somehow stuttered out.
"Do you think you can take me?"
The brunette nodded mutely. Hankyung eased himself back, keeping most of his pressure on his good knee. The air that had been a blessed kiss of cool now felt too cold to Donghae. He watched as the man spit into his hand and slid the saliva over his own taut flesh. He looked at Donghae with his deep eyes.
"This will hurt."
"I know. But it's a good hurt."
Hankyung's expression softened immediately and he leaned forward. Donghae felt him lift his legs upwards and his knees bent. His legs came to lock over Hankyung's shoulders. The smaller young man felt a blunt pressure at his opening and then some force behind it. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut. He felt like he was burning and somehow it still wasn't enough. He forced his eyes open even as a few rebellious tears rolled down his cheeks. Hankyung was gazing down at him and Donghae saw that the man was silently crying. He reached his hands up and cradled Hankyung's face.
"Hankyung?" Donghae somehow managed to ask.
".......you're beautiful." Hankyung returned.
Those two simple words made Donghae relax his body and he gradually gave way. He felt Hankyung come flush against his hips again. His legs were lowered slowly to wrap around the man's waist. Something inside of him felt like it was permanently lit up. He looked up to see Hankyung staring down at him. He felt him move slowly and then each thrust began to gradually build up in speed and in power. Hankyung's hand slipped down between their bodies and Donghae felt the roughness of his palm claim his hardness. He cried out loud and then wrapped his arms tight around Hankyung's neck. It took everything in his power to not let his eyes close. Instead, the two men watched each other intensely, their gazes never turning from each others face as they moved back and forth. Hankyung thrust in harder, shifting his hips until he found that spot deep inside Donghae's body. The same feeling, though ten times stronger, flooded the young man's senses. He drew in his air in a series of torrid gasps and dug his fingernails into Hankyung's back.
"Oh gods, I need too... Hannie, I need too!" Donghae sobbed as he stared into Hankyung's dark eyes.
"You can, Hae, I want you too." Hankyung assured him before he gave Donghae another hard, rapid thrust.
That was all it took for the young man to come undone. His hips spasmed and he felt his sticky heat spill over, splashing onto his stomach and coating Hankyung's hand. Through this all, Donghae had forced himself to keep his eyes opening the best he could, registering every reaction Hankyung made. Hankyung's eyebrows knit together and his hips began to jerk sporadically. Donghae felt the hot liquid suddenly coat the inside of him. Hankyung let out a deep growl, sweat beading off his forehead and trickling onto Donghae's chest. A few more short thrusts and the Chinese man collapsed on top of Donghae. They both drew in gulps of the chilled air. Slowly, Hankyung drew up off Donghae and then slipped out. He reached underneath and then drew his fingers up seeing there was a little pink mixed with his essence. The man's expression almost broke Donghae's heart.
"Don't." Donghae said softly. "I told you, it was a good hurt."
Hankyung looked uncertain. Donghae simply held out his arms. Hankyung laid down beside him, gathering him close to his body. Donghae's fingers curled against the older man's chest. His body ached and it was the most wonderous feeling he had experienced in ages. Hankyung pressed a soft kiss to Donghae's forehead before saying something soft to him in Mandarin.
"What does that mean?" Donghae asked sleepily.
Hankyung eased Donghae to relax more, pulling the tan blanket around their frames.
"I'll tell you soon."
Donghae just nodded slightly before he fell quiet. Hankyung watched his companion sleeping and then turned his attention to the rain coated windows. He narrowed his eyes as a streak of lightning illuminated the glass. For the briefest moment, Hankyung swore he saw someone standing at the window. Just as his adrenaline was starting to wake up, the image of the person seemed to be gone. The Chinese man shook his head then and forced himself to relax. He listened to Donghae's quiet breath and it eased him into the rows of sleep. But deep in the back of his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
"Impasse"
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRINGS: HanHae, HanTeuk, TeukHae, HanTeukHae, SiHan (past tense), KyuMin, ShinChul, etc.
RATINGS: PG-13 to NC-17 (will be notated if NC-17)
GROUPS: Super Junior, DBSK, Kitty GYM, KAT-TUN
GENRE: Action/Romance/Angst
WARNINGS: Violence, Sexual Situations, Dark Themes, Character Death
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't own them, never will, but thanks for reading!
SUMMARY: AU Storyline~In the South Korean underworld, a popular form of entertainment is fighting matches. Men are judged by the fighters they own. A troubled fighter with a past catches the attention of two long time friends and may lead them both to the brink of obsession.
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CHAPTER TEN: Mending the Broken Stones
The two men laid in their propped positions, their lips still a mere breath apart. Neither one attempted to move forward or back. The sound of the rain drifting over head was the only real noise in the still room. Donghae turned his head slightly. The movement caused his top lip to barely brush over Hankyung's lower one. There was a moment of pure electricity that seemed to shoot through the fighter. He felt something dormant in his blood sing in response to that touch. Hankyung shifted his head slightly, letting his lips drift fully over Donghae's parted ones. The whisper of flesh caused Donghae's breath to shudder. The vibrations of air painted Hankyung's mouth.
"I don't know what to do." Hankyung whispered as their lips glided across each others.
"It's okay." Donghae responded. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want too."
That flitting idea was abolished as one of Hankyung's strong hands was raised. Long slender fingers slid into the brunette's hair. Full lips suddenly enveloped Donghae's own mouth and he swore at that moment his heart had stopped. He could feel the Chinese man's moist mouth glide over his upper and lower lips before skimming the corners of each side of his mouth. Donghae parted his lips to let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. He only drew in enough air before his mouth was claimed again. The kisses Hankyung was slowly giving him seemed to morph from one into the next. The smaller man found he could hardly seperate when the first kiss and the next one began or ended. His eyes fluttered closed. His fingers now flexed on the floor in his slightly raised position. The sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears was the only noise he could make out. He suddenly felt chilled and his eyes popped open. Hankyung had drawn back from his mouth with a look of unsurity. The smaller man saw the expression immediately.
"I'm... I'm sorry..." Donghae suddenly stuttered. He tried to get up but his bad shoulder sang with the bite of his injury. He winced visibly and then he felt arms around him. His body was taut as he was sat up and pulled forward. He swallowed the lump he didn't know was in his throat as he realized Hankyung was holding him.
"It's not your fault." Hankyung assured Donghae against his ear. "I wanted to kiss you."
There was another drawn out silence before the taller man spoke again.
"I'm worried about your shoulder though."
Donghae barely smiled as he pulled back to look at Hankyung's face. He lifted his hand and then moved a few rebellious white strands from the man's dark eyes.
"It doesn't hurt that bad. No worse than your bad ribs or knee I bet."
Again an awkward pause fell between them. Donghae's fingers were now resting over Hankyung's chest. He was mindful to try and stay away from the scar for the moment. Instead, he inspected the bruises from the fight that were starting to fade. Hankyung's hands began to very gently smooth up and down over Donghae's back. The feeling was a mixture of comfort and underlying pleasure. Without thought, Donghae arched his spine a little to feel more of the touch. Hankyung's eyebrow raised slightly and then he trailed one of his elegant fingers down the arc of Donghae's back. Even through the t-shirt, the young man could feel the sensation. His nerves responded and seemed to ignite with a nearly aroused haze. He had to catch his breath, leaning forward against the taller man.
"You have a very sensitive back." Hankyung quietly observed.
Donghae just nodded as his clouded mind began to come back to its senses. He felt a blush stain his cheeks at how quickly he had been turned on by such a simple touch. Hankyung however just looked at the young man. He leaned forward again capturing Donghae's willing mouth with his own lips. The kisses were much firmer now making Donghae's toes curl. Hankyung's lips left off from the brunette's mouth and trailed lightly over his chin. His tongue darted out to taste a droplet of sweat that had formed at the base of Donghae's chin. Hankyung's fingers raised again, drifting over Donghae's cheek, chin and over the bridge of his nose. The smaller man found his gaze pulled to Hankyung's face. The man was watching him with a very serious expression. Donghae drew his bottom lip between his own teeth. Hankyung finally spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
"How did you get in?"
"In?" Donghae questioned just as quietly back.
"Through my wall. How did you do it when no one else could?"
"Because I was lonely too?"
Hankyung tilted his head to that response. His fingers continue to draw light patterns over Donghae's face, sometimes slipping to his neck.
"Lonely? But you have so many who love you."
Donghae shook his head.
"They care for me, but I don't think any of them actually love me. I try to attach myself to as many as I can. But deep down, I think I'm as alone as you are."
The Chinese man smiled then. It was almost the same smile that made Donghae's heart ache when he had spoken so passionately about Siwon. However, this one seemed to be exclusively meant for the young man.
"I have been loved so deeply that I felt afterwards all I could be was alone. You've never known that deep love and felt you'd always be alone." Hankyung stated gently.
Donghae nodded.
"I now know what I want to do." Hankyung said.
The smaller man blinked as he felt Hankyung's hands framing his face. Their lips came together. The sheer amount of emotion Donghae felt pouring into that kiss almost made him feel faint. It was as if the bitterness that Hankyung had sealed inside was being pushed out through each brush of lips. Donghae understood at that moment what Hankyung required may in fact be the same thing he also needed. His arms finally came to life. Despite his bad shoulder, he wrapped them around the white haired man's strong neck. He then let his own emotions go, the feelings of his own worthlessness seeping into the kisses.
Hankyung didn't relinquish Donghae's lips. Instead he began to stand and lift the other man at the same time. Even with his injured ribs and bad knee, it was nothing for him to balance Donghae's weight. The young man made a muffled groan into Hankyung's mouth. His feet felt as though they wouldn't work correctly. His legs seemed like jelly. The feeling was not unwelcome, in fact it made him want to go weak just to be closer to Hankyung's body. The Chinese man drew back and wrapped his arms around the brunettte's waist. There was a myriad of emotions playing in his dark eyes. But something was shimmering forward underneath all the turmoil. It was the first time that Donghae had ever seen it in the other man's face. There was just a glimmer of hope starting to shine through. At that moment, Hankyung smiled again. But this time it was so close to that smile Donghae had seen in the video. Still a little sad but somehow unexplicably beautiful.
"I like when you smile." Donghae whispered.
Hankyung looked down slightly. His hair brushed over his face and then he looked back up again. Donghae realized the man almost appeared to be shy at that moment. He wet his lower lip and waited patiently.
"It's been a long time since I've done anything like this." Hankyung confessed. "I'm not sure if I even really remember."
"We... We can always figure that out together." Donghae suggested hoping that his face didn't feel as red as he thought it was.
"Maybe somewhere softer then?"
The taller man pointed over to his hardly used bed. Donghae nodded a little. He felt the pressure of Hankyung's hand on his back. Taking his cue, he walked toward the bed with the other man. Donghae realized that there was no turning back now. They were standing together, both seeming to contemplate the moment in their own minds.
"Hankyung?"
"Yes, Donghae?"
"Can I ask you something?
"What is it?"
"Even if this is only for tonight and that's it, even if I never see you again, would it be okay for me to never let you go in my heart?"
The words were spoken so simply that Hankyung had to look twice to see if Donghae was serious. His dark eyes shown gently in the quiet light of the room. The man tried to open his mouth to say something but words truly failed him. Instead, he resorted to what he knew best in expressing himself. He pulled Donghae against him and claimed his mouth. The kiss said more than Donghae could have ever asked Hankyung to say to him.
"I'll take that as a 'yes' then." Donghae said with a little smile.
Hankyung couldn't help but return the expression with a small grin of his own. He shook his head and then looked quietly at Donghae. He reached for the hem of his shirt and began to pull gently. Donghae got his good arm out of the sleeve easily. The other arm took a bit longer. Hankyung's careful administrations got the smaller man's shoulder free of the material. The bandage the taller man had applied was still in good condition. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the covered wound. Donghae's eyes fluttered at the gentle touch. He turned his head enough to brush his own mouth over the top of Hankyung's ear. The man's eyes went wide before he shuddered slightly. Donghae felt a rush of pleasure seeing Hankyung's reaction.
"Does that feel good?" he breathed into the taller man's ear.
The man gave a brief nod. His fingers smoothed over Donghae's sharply cut chest. They traced the shape of his muscles and glided over the cut structure of his center chest. The young man distantly wondered how he was still standing. Each brush of Hankyung's skilled hands seemed to be sending the blood directly to that spot. He felt deliciously light headed. Donghae reached out and steadied his hands on Hankyung's shoulders. The white haired man smirked as he flicked open the silver button on the top of Donghae's jeans.
"Do you think you can stay upright until I get you out of these?"
"Did you just make a joke?" Donghae said with a wry look in his eyes.
"An observation." Hankyung lightly retorted.
However, the Chinese man had a viable point. As Hankyung drew the zipper to his jeans down, his fingernails brushed lightly over the hardness hidden in Donghae's boxers. That simple touch had the young man curling forward, sucking in all of his air. Hankyung was quick to react, dropping down to his knees to draw off the denim. Donghae stepped gingerly out of his jeans. He was ready to say something about Hankyung still on the floor when his words stopped in his throat. He felt a hot flush glide through his body at that moment.
Hankyung was still kneeling on the floor. He lowered himself down even farther and pressed his mouth to the top of each of Donghae's feet. He then slowly began to place delicate kisses up around his ankle and into the inner part of both of his lower legs. The brush of tongue tickled Donghae's sensitive skin behind each of his knees. Delicate lips made their mapped way up to his thighs. A wet tongue slid upwards and then just brushed over each of Donghae's upper thighs. He felt hot breath then puff over the front of his too tight boxers. Hankyung then pressed his nose into the crook of Donghae's groin, breathing in his distinctive smell.
"HANKYUNG!" Donghae cried out.
He felt his knees go weak but he never hit the ground. Hankyung's strong arms were easily supporting him. The man continued to let his nose brush back and forth over Donghae's cloth covered front. After a few more moments Donghae felt Hankyung draw back. He was ready to say something when another very different feeling sang through his body. His head fell back as Hankyung mouthed him wetly through his fabric. The skim of the soft cotton seperating him from Hankyung's lips was maddening. He looked down at the man to see Hankyung looking up at him. The man's gaze never wavered as he stuck his tongue out and then blatantly licked over Donghae's bulge. The young man cursed loudly and panted.
"Hankyung, please..." Donghae begged. "Please take them off..."
The taller man slid one of his arms away from Donghae's waist and hooked his fingers into the elastic band. He eased them down over one hip before moving to the other side. The fabric began to give way and inch down Donghae's strong thighs. Soon the cotton pooled at the youth's feet. His skin felt briefly kissed by the coolness of the room before heat took him back over again. Hankyung's tongue flicked out and just whispered over the tip of Donghae's hardness. It was too much and not enough for the young man. He swore again and tried to steady himself.
"Bed?" Hankyung whispered.
"Yes." came Donghae's simple reply.
Hankyung stood, slowly letting his hard body glide up Donghae's naked form. It caused a luscious ache to bloom even more for the smaller young man. He reached out and unraveled the final spiraling bandages around Hankyung's waist. The white pieces of cloth tumbled to the ground. Donghae reached forward slowly and pulled on the strings of Hankyung's black loose pants. The delicate knot opened under one gentle tug. Donghae reached out and saw that his own hands were shaking as he began to ease the pants over Hankyung's sharp hips. The Chinese man covered Donghae's hands with his, steadying the touch. The silken fabric moved downward and then joined the other discarded pieces of clothing on the floor. The two men stood in the soft illumination by the bed. They both gazed at their naked bodies, scarred, injured, marred, yet somehow perfect to both of them. Donghae was the first to step forward, pressing their nude shapes together. Hankyung's breath trembled in his ear as the man lowered his head. Donghae felt the moist suction on his throat and let a soft moan spill from his lips.
He felt his body move upwards and then his knees bend. A soft mattress greeted his back as he was laid down slowly by Hankyung. The lanky man crawled onto the bed, it sinking slightly under their mutual weight. He was careful with his own knee as he moved upwards. Donghae spread his legs as Hankyung slipped between them and lowered himself down. Their hips fell flush with each others and made them squirm together.
"Ah!" Donghae gasped as he felt Hankyung's hips move just slightly against his.
"Is it okay?" the white haired man questioned softly.
Donghae nodded and framed Hankyung's face. Their mouths met smoothly as the taller man began to thrust slowly. Donghae relinquished Hankyung's lips, letting his head fall back into the pillow. He panted slowly and then Hankyung's hand was up by his mouth. He gladly parted his lips as those long fingers slipped inside. His tongue swirled up each digit offered to him. He briefly thought about how his mouth would feel over another part of Hankyung and it caused him to groan around the fingers.
Those fingers slowly slipped from his lips and trailed a wet line down his side. Donghae watched Hankyung's eyes as the man slid his hand underneath Donghae's lower back. The smaller man lifted his hips, adding a spike of pressure between their already rocking bodies. Hankyung let out a soft gasp and then his fingers brushed over Donghae's opening. The young man bit his lip and looked almost feverishly at his partner.
"Is it okay?" Hankyung suddenly asked, his eyes showing concern.
"Yes, it's you who's doing it."
Those words touched something deep and hidden inside the white haired man. He pressed his long index finger inside Donghae slowly, letting his body give way to the intrusion. Donghae gasped out loud, the sound being captured by Hankyung's impassioned lips. Donghae felt his body stretch and move as his hips flexed up and down against Hankyung's. He trembled as he whispered in the taller man's ear.
"I'm going to come soon..."
"Not yet." came the soft response.
Donghae wondered briefly at how his body seemed to obey Hankyung. Somehow he was being held just on the brink as he felt another digit press into his opening. Hankyung scissored his fingers slowly. Donghae felt himself push farther down but it was never enough. The white haired man then crooked his fingers gently and brushed over something deep inside the other man. Donghae let out a cry and pushed down hard, trying to get Hankyung to find that spot again. The older man nuzzled under Donghae's chin.
"Did that feel good?"
"Y-y-yes..." he somehow stuttered out.
"Do you think you can take me?"
The brunette nodded mutely. Hankyung eased himself back, keeping most of his pressure on his good knee. The air that had been a blessed kiss of cool now felt too cold to Donghae. He watched as the man spit into his hand and slid the saliva over his own taut flesh. He looked at Donghae with his deep eyes.
"This will hurt."
"I know. But it's a good hurt."
Hankyung's expression softened immediately and he leaned forward. Donghae felt him lift his legs upwards and his knees bent. His legs came to lock over Hankyung's shoulders. The smaller young man felt a blunt pressure at his opening and then some force behind it. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut. He felt like he was burning and somehow it still wasn't enough. He forced his eyes open even as a few rebellious tears rolled down his cheeks. Hankyung was gazing down at him and Donghae saw that the man was silently crying. He reached his hands up and cradled Hankyung's face.
"Hankyung?" Donghae somehow managed to ask.
".......you're beautiful." Hankyung returned.
Those two simple words made Donghae relax his body and he gradually gave way. He felt Hankyung come flush against his hips again. His legs were lowered slowly to wrap around the man's waist. Something inside of him felt like it was permanently lit up. He looked up to see Hankyung staring down at him. He felt him move slowly and then each thrust began to gradually build up in speed and in power. Hankyung's hand slipped down between their bodies and Donghae felt the roughness of his palm claim his hardness. He cried out loud and then wrapped his arms tight around Hankyung's neck. It took everything in his power to not let his eyes close. Instead, the two men watched each other intensely, their gazes never turning from each others face as they moved back and forth. Hankyung thrust in harder, shifting his hips until he found that spot deep inside Donghae's body. The same feeling, though ten times stronger, flooded the young man's senses. He drew in his air in a series of torrid gasps and dug his fingernails into Hankyung's back.
"Oh gods, I need too... Hannie, I need too!" Donghae sobbed as he stared into Hankyung's dark eyes.
"You can, Hae, I want you too." Hankyung assured him before he gave Donghae another hard, rapid thrust.
That was all it took for the young man to come undone. His hips spasmed and he felt his sticky heat spill over, splashing onto his stomach and coating Hankyung's hand. Through this all, Donghae had forced himself to keep his eyes opening the best he could, registering every reaction Hankyung made. Hankyung's eyebrows knit together and his hips began to jerk sporadically. Donghae felt the hot liquid suddenly coat the inside of him. Hankyung let out a deep growl, sweat beading off his forehead and trickling onto Donghae's chest. A few more short thrusts and the Chinese man collapsed on top of Donghae. They both drew in gulps of the chilled air. Slowly, Hankyung drew up off Donghae and then slipped out. He reached underneath and then drew his fingers up seeing there was a little pink mixed with his essence. The man's expression almost broke Donghae's heart.
"Don't." Donghae said softly. "I told you, it was a good hurt."
Hankyung looked uncertain. Donghae simply held out his arms. Hankyung laid down beside him, gathering him close to his body. Donghae's fingers curled against the older man's chest. His body ached and it was the most wonderous feeling he had experienced in ages. Hankyung pressed a soft kiss to Donghae's forehead before saying something soft to him in Mandarin.
"What does that mean?" Donghae asked sleepily.
Hankyung eased Donghae to relax more, pulling the tan blanket around their frames.
"I'll tell you soon."
Donghae just nodded slightly before he fell quiet. Hankyung watched his companion sleeping and then turned his attention to the rain coated windows. He narrowed his eyes as a streak of lightning illuminated the glass. For the briefest moment, Hankyung swore he saw someone standing at the window. Just as his adrenaline was starting to wake up, the image of the person seemed to be gone. The Chinese man shook his head then and forced himself to relax. He listened to Donghae's quiet breath and it eased him into the rows of sleep. But deep in the back of his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.