[Fic] Bruises at your hip
Title: Bruises at your hip
Author: misslemonbar
Rating: R
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Heechul
Word Count: 1,131
Prompt: Eunhyuk | Heechul ⇒ bruises at your hip
Summary: It's too risky to leave marks where they can be seen. But it seems it's too hard to resist, after all.A/N: So it seems I fail at updating my lj.
.... I know I owe at least two personal updates (Holiday and London) but I'll promise I'll get on them... but college starts thursday. So I bring fic instead? :D?
Eunchul/Hyukchul is actually one of my OTPs - the other being Kyumi. I know lots of people will balk at the idea of this pairing, but it's a very special ship to me. But I'm not going to go into why I ship it now. this is just pointless smut. I needed to get back into practice and somehow cure my writers block, and diplodorkus and I had saved a load of prompts from when we messed around on the random pairing generator, so I ran with the first one to catch my eye. IT'S SO SHORRRTTT ;____________;
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There was an unspoken rule that they couldn’t leave marks on each other’s skin. Whether it was a flash of collarbone, a slip of glistening chest or a sliver of stomach, there was always going to be more exposed flesh to the ever-watching eyes of the cameras, and having patches of skin marred by worrying teeth was a risk they could not afford to take. Heechul and Eunhyuk did their best to restrain themselves, but other members weren’t so lucky, with crudely highlighted photographs of unsubtle marks circling the fancafes.
Heechul was insistent to the point that if Eunhyuk slipped up, it had consequences.
They had snuck out of the studio early into the back of the van. Heechul had felt Eunhyuk’s dark gaze on the back of his neck which had swept down his back, over his backside and molested his legs with his eyes, and as soon as Leeteuk started thanking the staff he’d dragged Eunhyuk out to the van and divulged them of as many clothes as they could get away with.
He’d felt a thrill of delight as Eunhyuk slid roughly into his lap, mouth wet and open and hands yanking the fly on his tight jeans undone. They’d bucked together; the friction caused by the clothes between them just perfect but just not enough, and once they’d finally managed to slip their hands into each other’s pants the end had arrived that much quicker. Eunhyuk’s tongue had been doing wondrous things to his neck when Heechul had finally brought him over the edge, and he’d been so lost in the haze of pre-orgasm and joy of feeling Eunhyuk cry out his name as he came in Heechul’s hand, that he hadn’t registered Eunhyuk’s teeth closing on the tender junction between his shoulder and neck.
He’d muffled his moan against Heechul’s skin, and Heechul had spilled onto Eunhyuk’s talented fingers as Hyukjae pressed those soft lips again and again to his neck. It wasn’t until they were both panting, only just coming back to reality, when Heechul had realised what Eunhyuk was doing to his neck and jerked him sharply away.
“We can’t leave marks, Eunhyuk” he’d hissed furiously into the underneath of his jaw, dragging his nails torturously slowly against the sensitive skin of his sides. Eunhyuk had trembled gently, pressing open mouthed kisses to Heechul’s ear in silent apology.
That night, Heechul had bent him in half on his bed and pounded into him so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks, his voice choked with pleasure, hands fisting in the sheets. Heechul had been holding him down with one hand, fingers gripping his hip, and he had wound the other into Eunhyuk’s hair as he groaned Hyukjae, Hyukjae with every thrust. When Heechul came, it was quick and hard and shuddered through Eunhyuk’s body, and Eunhyuk had cried out as Heechul’s nails dug into the tender flesh on his hip.
After his own release, Heechul’s burning hand bringing him quickly to his finish, and Heechul had slid back from his chest to tremblingly smooth the blossoming bruises. As their gazes met, Heechul rubbed his thumb over the purpling rosettes one last time, and Eunhyuk pulled him close for a meeting of apologetic lips and forgiving tongues.
*
The next time they left marks was backstage, on tour - they’d blundered into an out of order toilet, mouths crashing together in greed, devouring as much of each other as possible with eager lips and seeking tongues, and Eunhyuk had backed Heechul into the wall with unsubtle grinding of hips.
And Heechul had pulled him, moaning unabashedly round his swollen lips and ordering Fuck me, Hyukjae with a breathy growl, letting Eunhyuk bend him over the dirty toilet seat. Eunhyuk had groaned with delight when Heechul had arched, delicate as a cat but wild as an animal as his slicked fingers pressed against the magic little bundle of nerves, hips bucking as he cried out in his low voice for More, goddamnit, I need more - and Eunhyuk had been more than willing to comply, hands clenching on Heechul’s hipbone as he thrust into him two, three times before they both jerked together and came, moaning low and breathless, all over the already filthy walls.
Eunhyuk had collapsed against the wall, pulling Heechul to him before his legs gave out, and they lent together with joints popping and muscles screaming in protest. Heechul had entwined his fingers in Eunhyuk’s hair, nuzzling his nose tiredly against the side of his neck, and Eunhyuk noticed the livid red finger marks printed just below his waistband.
“I left a mark. I’m sorry.” He placed a sloppy kiss to the corner of Heechul’s smirk.
“I suppose you’ll have to get rid of it.” Heechul murmured against his neck, the vibrations sending tingles racing through Eunhyuk’s bloodstream. And his eyes had glittered with intent as he twisted out of Heechul’s embrace, pressing the elder back against the grimy surface, and slid slowly, teasingly, down his stomach. He tucked one of the soft, delicious thighs over his shoulder, and absorbed the shudders of Heechul’s hushed cries as he teased the bruises with his mouth.
*
When they were once in the dance studio, Donghae had noticed perfectly finger shaped bruises on Eunhyuk’s hip during rehearsal.
His sweatpants, the elastic already sagging, had slid down one side and dragged against the fabric of his boxers, exposing the blooming marks against the jutting bone. He’d been about to ask when Eunhyuk had jogged back to the side for water, tipping his head back to down a good half of the bottle, and Donghae had seen the way Heechul watched the glistening throat work and swallow. Heechul had walked up to Eunhyuk’s side, and whispered something into his ear that had made him laugh loudly, his smile lifting into the face splitting grin that stretched all the way to his gums. And he’d seen the hand that slid round Eunhyuk’s hip, fingers lining up with the bruises, and the way Eunhyuk’s strong shoulders shook with mirth as Heechul talked.
Later, in hastily found cupboard, Eunhyuk pulled away from Heechul’s mouth, drawing out a growl of discontent.
“Donghae saw the bruises today” he breathed into the dark, and he felt Heechul’s hands wind their way round the back of his waist, toying with the hem of his vest. He tried to calm his breathing, but his heartbeat would stutter at every brush of skin - and when Heechul leaned back in to claim his mouth in a deep and exploring kiss, teeth nipping at full lips and tongues rubbing in a sensual massage, he lost himself to the sensation of Heechul and the way their bodies pressed together, and slid his fingers under the waistband of Heechul’s pants.
Author: misslemonbar
Rating: R
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Heechul
Word Count: 1,131
Prompt: Eunhyuk | Heechul ⇒ bruises at your hip
Summary: It's too risky to leave marks where they can be seen. But it seems it's too hard to resist, after all.A/N: So it seems I fail at updating my lj.
.... I know I owe at least two personal updates (Holiday and London) but I'll promise I'll get on them... but college starts thursday. So I bring fic instead? :D?
Eunchul/Hyukchul is actually one of my OTPs - the other being Kyumi. I know lots of people will balk at the idea of this pairing, but it's a very special ship to me. But I'm not going to go into why I ship it now. this is just pointless smut. I needed to get back into practice and somehow cure my writers block, and diplodorkus and I had saved a load of prompts from when we messed around on the random pairing generator, so I ran with the first one to catch my eye. IT'S SO SHORRRTTT ;____________;
***
There was an unspoken rule that they couldn’t leave marks on each other’s skin. Whether it was a flash of collarbone, a slip of glistening chest or a sliver of stomach, there was always going to be more exposed flesh to the ever-watching eyes of the cameras, and having patches of skin marred by worrying teeth was a risk they could not afford to take. Heechul and Eunhyuk did their best to restrain themselves, but other members weren’t so lucky, with crudely highlighted photographs of unsubtle marks circling the fancafes.
Heechul was insistent to the point that if Eunhyuk slipped up, it had consequences.
They had snuck out of the studio early into the back of the van. Heechul had felt Eunhyuk’s dark gaze on the back of his neck which had swept down his back, over his backside and molested his legs with his eyes, and as soon as Leeteuk started thanking the staff he’d dragged Eunhyuk out to the van and divulged them of as many clothes as they could get away with.
He’d felt a thrill of delight as Eunhyuk slid roughly into his lap, mouth wet and open and hands yanking the fly on his tight jeans undone. They’d bucked together; the friction caused by the clothes between them just perfect but just not enough, and once they’d finally managed to slip their hands into each other’s pants the end had arrived that much quicker. Eunhyuk’s tongue had been doing wondrous things to his neck when Heechul had finally brought him over the edge, and he’d been so lost in the haze of pre-orgasm and joy of feeling Eunhyuk cry out his name as he came in Heechul’s hand, that he hadn’t registered Eunhyuk’s teeth closing on the tender junction between his shoulder and neck.
He’d muffled his moan against Heechul’s skin, and Heechul had spilled onto Eunhyuk’s talented fingers as Hyukjae pressed those soft lips again and again to his neck. It wasn’t until they were both panting, only just coming back to reality, when Heechul had realised what Eunhyuk was doing to his neck and jerked him sharply away.
“We can’t leave marks, Eunhyuk” he’d hissed furiously into the underneath of his jaw, dragging his nails torturously slowly against the sensitive skin of his sides. Eunhyuk had trembled gently, pressing open mouthed kisses to Heechul’s ear in silent apology.
That night, Heechul had bent him in half on his bed and pounded into him so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks, his voice choked with pleasure, hands fisting in the sheets. Heechul had been holding him down with one hand, fingers gripping his hip, and he had wound the other into Eunhyuk’s hair as he groaned Hyukjae, Hyukjae with every thrust. When Heechul came, it was quick and hard and shuddered through Eunhyuk’s body, and Eunhyuk had cried out as Heechul’s nails dug into the tender flesh on his hip.
After his own release, Heechul’s burning hand bringing him quickly to his finish, and Heechul had slid back from his chest to tremblingly smooth the blossoming bruises. As their gazes met, Heechul rubbed his thumb over the purpling rosettes one last time, and Eunhyuk pulled him close for a meeting of apologetic lips and forgiving tongues.
*
The next time they left marks was backstage, on tour - they’d blundered into an out of order toilet, mouths crashing together in greed, devouring as much of each other as possible with eager lips and seeking tongues, and Eunhyuk had backed Heechul into the wall with unsubtle grinding of hips.
And Heechul had pulled him, moaning unabashedly round his swollen lips and ordering Fuck me, Hyukjae with a breathy growl, letting Eunhyuk bend him over the dirty toilet seat. Eunhyuk had groaned with delight when Heechul had arched, delicate as a cat but wild as an animal as his slicked fingers pressed against the magic little bundle of nerves, hips bucking as he cried out in his low voice for More, goddamnit, I need more - and Eunhyuk had been more than willing to comply, hands clenching on Heechul’s hipbone as he thrust into him two, three times before they both jerked together and came, moaning low and breathless, all over the already filthy walls.
Eunhyuk had collapsed against the wall, pulling Heechul to him before his legs gave out, and they lent together with joints popping and muscles screaming in protest. Heechul had entwined his fingers in Eunhyuk’s hair, nuzzling his nose tiredly against the side of his neck, and Eunhyuk noticed the livid red finger marks printed just below his waistband.
“I left a mark. I’m sorry.” He placed a sloppy kiss to the corner of Heechul’s smirk.
“I suppose you’ll have to get rid of it.” Heechul murmured against his neck, the vibrations sending tingles racing through Eunhyuk’s bloodstream. And his eyes had glittered with intent as he twisted out of Heechul’s embrace, pressing the elder back against the grimy surface, and slid slowly, teasingly, down his stomach. He tucked one of the soft, delicious thighs over his shoulder, and absorbed the shudders of Heechul’s hushed cries as he teased the bruises with his mouth.
*
When they were once in the dance studio, Donghae had noticed perfectly finger shaped bruises on Eunhyuk’s hip during rehearsal.
His sweatpants, the elastic already sagging, had slid down one side and dragged against the fabric of his boxers, exposing the blooming marks against the jutting bone. He’d been about to ask when Eunhyuk had jogged back to the side for water, tipping his head back to down a good half of the bottle, and Donghae had seen the way Heechul watched the glistening throat work and swallow. Heechul had walked up to Eunhyuk’s side, and whispered something into his ear that had made him laugh loudly, his smile lifting into the face splitting grin that stretched all the way to his gums. And he’d seen the hand that slid round Eunhyuk’s hip, fingers lining up with the bruises, and the way Eunhyuk’s strong shoulders shook with mirth as Heechul talked.
Later, in hastily found cupboard, Eunhyuk pulled away from Heechul’s mouth, drawing out a growl of discontent.
“Donghae saw the bruises today” he breathed into the dark, and he felt Heechul’s hands wind their way round the back of his waist, toying with the hem of his vest. He tried to calm his breathing, but his heartbeat would stutter at every brush of skin - and when Heechul leaned back in to claim his mouth in a deep and exploring kiss, teeth nipping at full lips and tongues rubbing in a sensual massage, he lost himself to the sensation of Heechul and the way their bodies pressed together, and slid his fingers under the waistband of Heechul’s pants.