You're only wearing shirts from now on - KIHAE
You're only wearing shirts from now on.
Pairing : KibumxDonghae
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17/R
Summary: Donghae just cannot stop staring at Kibum.
Warning(s): not spell checked, might contain errors!
I'm not good at this genre - but I don't know where it came from. '
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I apologise if I scar you for life
>I think I'm an overall fail as a Kihae writer though ):
all my other Kihae is weirddd.
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Kibum takes a swig of water, he isn't particularly good at dancing, amongst the group, but he likes it. He likes moving to the beat, he likes it all - the thrusting, the jerking, the turning. Its enjoyable, it has rhythm and it makes him forget. It lets him loose himself, his stress, everything on his mind. Its refreshing, and it stretches him, physically and mentally. He always seems to be better at practice though, where there is more freedom to move without sticking to proper cheography, where there is no crowd, no nerves. He just doesn't show it off in public.
Pushing his arms up in a stretch as he drops the now empty bottle back into his back, Kibum turns to the mirror, only to catch his usually hyper noisy boyfriend sitting in the corner of the room, towel in hand, his gaze fixed on Kibum's figure. Gaze darting to Donghae's eyes that are reflected by the smooth pane of glass, Kibum smirks. He notices the underlying dark tone of want, need and lust, nothing ever escapes Kim Kibum.
Stretching to his side, Kibum nearly laughs out loud as his form fitting wifebeater hitched up, exposing a tanned slice of skin to the older boy who was sitting in the corner. It was on purpose of course. Glancing back to the mirror, Kibum grins even wider as he watches the older pair a cough with a shift of his legs, as he jumps up to a standing position, his gaze practically smoldering by now.
Good.
It comes on, loud and sudden. Rock, dance, headbanging music screaming through the speakers, and at that moment, Kibum does laugh. Just when he needs it, Eunhyuk Hyung's antics come to good use. Already, members have started to move around, each dancing his own dance, but its only minor headbanging or air drumming on their part.
Even better. Kibum will stand out.
He lets the music flow over him and he looses himself. With a roll of his hips, his loose faded jeans fall slightly down, to rest dangerously on his hips, and Kibum could have sworn he heard an intake of breath over the loud music. He wouldn't be surprised, actually if it was a collective intake - because, he knows he is so damm sexy like this. Arms exposed, a sheen of sweat down his shoulder blades, his jeans falling, to exposing a stretch of well sculpted muscles everytime his clothing rides up.
So damm sexy.
He moves, like fluid, in a dance that he can hear many people thinking, is practically worthy of using to challenge the best dancer's in the industry. Seductive, he flows with the music.
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It doesn't even take five minutes - Donghae's self control is really getting worse, as Kibum thinks, but who could blame him - before he feels an impatient arm tug on his own. He laughs and smirks almost gleefully as he lets the older boy pull him out of the practice studio. They don't stop walking, and their silence doesn't break until Donghae reaches the end of the hallway where he practically slams Kibum into an empty room. He fumbles for the light switch, and they come on, dim - but it doesn't matter, it suits the atmosphere, and Kibum already has Donghae's body memorised, every single bit of it.
Before he knows it, Kibum is already shoved angrily up against the surface of a mirror - cool glass, he feels, as the older boy's lips attack Kibum's own, angry, demanding, lust filled, needy. Donghae bites down hard on Kibum's bottom lip, and Kibum feels a tinge of rust cover his tongue. Blood.
The older boy pulls away, and Kibum can see in the dim light, a drop of his own blood lying on the older's plump red lips, which are already slight swollen from their kiss.
"Fuck you Kibum, what the hell do you think you were doing?" Donghae's voice is harsh as he pushes his hands agsint Kibum's hips.
"Dancing hyung." Kibum grins as he lazily reaches out with his on tongue to lick blood over the skin Donghae had broke. He feels the older's hands press down against his hips, and Kibum responds, with yet another roll of his hips.
"I told you before, you're not allowed to dance like that for anyone else."
Kibum only grabs Donghae's own hips, and pulls them in roughly, violently into his. He begins to grind against the older, causing his breathing to become harsher, as a moan at the frction falls from his lips. Kibum continues, increasing the intensity of each movement, only to have Donghae push himself even more into Kibum, as they both move together.
"I was dancing for you hyung." Kibum's voice is husky and low as he speaks.
Donghae finds himself leaning forward as he places his lips onto the warm skin of Kibum's neck. He sucks at the tanned skin of the younger, and speaks, his voice sending vibrations down the younger boy's body.
"Dance for me now then." voice, a ragged hush. He brings his own lips down on the younger's, and they crash together with a wave of passion and heated lust.
Donghae's actions are frantic, and he tugs at Kibum's jeans, hand deftly swiping open the buckle. He shifts away for a quick moment, only to allow them to come tumbling to the floor before he brings his palm to Kibum's damp underwear. Hand moving back and forth, Donghae moves his lips down the older's black wifebeater. Mouth clamping around pebbled skin through the thin material, Donghae feels triumphant as the younger squirms against him, while pushing himself into the older's hand.
"Not so smug now are we?" Donghae pulls away, his tongue encircling one of Kibum's nipples, before he rakes it gently with his teeth, only causing the younger to cruse out loud. Donghae laughs at the curse, as his kisses return, making their way, a hot fiery path up towards Kibum's earlobe, where he stops, only to nibble for a moment before forcing his lips back down on the younger's. Willing participants is what he calls them.
Donghae pulls down Kibum's underwear, only to free a straining errection. Hands working with skill, Donghae laughs against the younger's lips as a series of moans fill the space between them. Kibum starts rocking back and forth, thrusting into Donghae's hands, and the older can only grin happily if slightl smug as he suckles on Kibum's neck, like a cat marking its territory.
He is going to leave a mark, he wants to leave a mark.
He licks the boy's sweaty skin, before pressing down on the tip of Kibum's errection just as the younger's breath grows ragged, his thrusts quickening.
"Not this way Kibum-ah. Turn around."
The actor obliges, and he turns, leaned his head against the glass pane of the mirror. Donghae then unbuttons his own jeans, and steps out. He pulls down his own underwear, before sticking a finger into his own mouth. Bringing a saliva coated finger down to himself, he coats himself in two lengths. Staring into the mirror, Donghae meet's the younger's intense gaze and he smiles. Licking two finger's this time, Donghae leans forward. Kibum is painfully, lustfully aware of the older's errection against his thigh as Donghae inserts two finger's into Kibum, pulling them in and out slowly in a scissoring motion. The warmth spreading through Kibum makes him hiss as he turns his head, lips searching for the older's who obliges.
The finger's withdraw, and so do the lips. Kibum curses loudly in english as Donghae grabs hold of Kibum's wifebeater from the front. Come hither expression on his face, he turns Kibum around and begins to pull them both to the center of the studio.
"Fuck hae, if you're stopping here..."
Donghae only tugs at Kibum's wifebeater, and pulls it off from the younger. He stands for a moment to admire, what he calls perfection of the greek gods, before letting himself collaspe to a lying position on the studio floor, with only his hands propping himself up behind him.
"Ride me." He speaks, bold and yet lowly as he stares at Kibum, keeping his gaze on the younger's. "Ride me like you danced."
Kibum is quick to oblige, and he settles himself on Donghae, straddling him, before lifting his hips yet again, only to have his enterance come down sliding slowly, painfully, slowly down onto Donghae. Donghae groans at the feeling, and he reaches forward. Grabbing Kibum's hips, combined with his upward thrusts, Donghae barely manages to get his voice out.
"Faster."
Its like they are dancing, Kibum finally on equal standing with Donghae, the way their hips movie together, up and down, the way their cries fall from their lips, like a song. Donghae releases his hands, only to place them on Kibum, stroking, yanking, rough and yet oh-so-gently. His touch is light, and he runs his fingers down Kibum's length, and a final thrust brings them both down. He spills out, inside of Kibum a hot pressure spreading, and Kibum onto Donghae's taut stomach.
The younger rolls of Donghae, and they both lie side by side, breathless and panting. With a slight smirk, Donghae sits up, and reaches for Kibum's wifebeater which he had tossed to his side. Grabbing the bunched up piece of black cloth, he brought it across his stomach - cleaning up.
"Hyung" Kibum still panting slightly. "Thats mine."
"I'm burning them all when we get back. From now on you're only wearing shirts." He grins happily as he collapses into Kibum's lap, only to run his hand down the younger's defined arms. "I don't want anyone to see whats my. I really don't like sharing."
Possesive, is what Kibum thinks as he nuzzles Donghae's neck.