The Other Side of the Mirror
Title: The Other Side of the Mirror
Author: omona_shi
Pair: Eunhyuk/Donghae
Genre: !angst, !smut, PWP.
Rating: R-21
Warnings: !possesive Hae, heavy smut, explicit, heavy swearing and KINK.
Summary: Give them a scandal, a drink and a bathroom, and off they go.
Disclaimer: I'm constantly living in denial that Super Junior is not mine. and it's starting to sink in. Slowly. Painfully. *sobs*
This is promped by the author of 'Shades of Blue', tokichan927 , as I asked her for muses, and she came up with this:
Hot, Steamy, Mirror Sex.
So I did.
MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT SMUT. DON'T LOOK POORLY ON ME FOR !FAIL, PLEASE.. *breaks down*
Thanks for reading and commenting! ^^
The Other Side of the Mirror
Eunhae !smut Fic - Oneshot
It felt like the wind was reaching out and clawing at the back of his neck, absolutely desperate to catch him as he ran wildly, madly, towards the shelter of the bar. It was pouring outside, the storm blowing at the droplets falling relentlessly from the sky, creating a blinding curtain of rain that blocked out all of his senses. The light glowing brighter, the signs growing bigger indicated that he was close, almost there…
“Watch where you’re going, kid.”
The instant he stepped into the bar, a heated couple had staggered into him drunkenly and the woman had glared at him whilst remaining lip-locked. His eyes narrowed angrily as he watched them stumble hastily up the stairs into the convenient mini-hotel located right above the bar and his fists clenched subconsciously.
“Control your temper, control your damn temper…”
He pulled absent-mindedly at the soft fabric of his black shirt that stuck on like a second skin due to the rain and headed silently through the roaring crowd to the opposite side of the room where the bar was. It was his first time being at these sort of places but he was really too pissed off to have the spare energy to be nervous, or scared, or lonely or whatever everyone else thought he’d be. His face was darker than coal as he swung his legs over the tall chair and stared darkly at the wall in front of him. He held up a finger, indicating for the bartender to come over and growled.
“One vodka. Or tequila. Or whatever’s the heaviest around here.”
He thought he heard a chuckle from the tall, burly, man, but he decided to let it pass, determined not to fire up his irritation further than it had already gone. Seconds later, a glass of whatever was placed next to his hand and he grabbed it gratefully and tipped the whole thing down his throat and choked ungracefully until tears filled his eyes.
“I can’t believe you drank all that in one go without even checking what it was.”
His head snapped up with a crack at the familiar, unwelcome voice and swore he was going to die of fury right then and there.
“You actually have the guts to follow me here.”
Sitting next to him, Eunhyuk’s smirk faded rapidly has he deflated, “I’m sorry, Hae, I told you I wasn’t thinking and I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything.”
“Not meaning anything didn’t seem to keep you from letting Siwon fuck you into my fucking mattress anyway- especially when you told me to ‘leave us alone because you’re disturbing our fuck’, you little bitch.”
Eunhyuk was taken aback and his eyes widened in shock. Since when did Donghae start talking like that? Suddenly aware of Donghae was glaring solidly at him, he flicked his head around to avoid the other man as quickly as possible, but it was too late.
“Everything’s just skin deep to you, isn’t it, Hyukjae? Did you honestly think I was all that fluffy, bouncing ball of cuteness? And now you’re just shocked that oh-my-god Donghae can swear.”
There was no reply and Donghae snorted sarcastically before pushing the emptied shot glass towards away from him and slapped a crisp bank note onto the bar. He was more than ready to leave if this guy was going to tag along with him here- at least he didn’t have to see his damn face back in the dorms.
“Seems like I hit home. Have fun with the chicks you’re going to pound through later in the hotel upstairs.”
Donghae had turned around, already taking his first strides towards the exit when he felt a clammy hand wrap itself around his arm in a strong grip and a bitter smirk grew on Donghae lips as he laughed shortly. This boy didn’t seem to know when playtime was over. Coldly, he glanced backwards over his shoulder and sneered,
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He felt his heart clench involuntarily when he saw the tears in Eunhyuk’s eyes, brimming, and threatening to spill out any second if Donghae said the wrong thing again. Damn it, he thought he’d gotten over this stupid ‘love’ now.
“I’m really sorry, Hae… I didn’t know what I was doing, I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I didn’t wasn’t even aware that I was Hyukjae anymore…” whispered Eunhyuk weakly and he rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Donghae faltered in his step, his previous determination to get over Eunhyuk began to crack the tiniest of cracks and he stood there, unresponsive, as his listened to Eunhyuk babble on.
“If there is anything I can do to make you forgive me… I’ll beg on my knees, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t leave me, please, Hae…”
Donghae’s feet took a shaky step towards Eunhyuk, his resolve already dissolving halfway and he twisted his arm around so that Eunhyuk’s hand was held in his. It hurt him too, more than he had expected, when he saw the only person he had ever loved so much cry because of his comments and Donghae bit his lip hard in indecisiveness and knelt down to tilt up Eunhyuk’s chin.
“Don’t cry.”
Eunhyuk’s glistening eyes widened, disbelief filing them up.
“…what?”
“I said, don’t cry.”
“But I thought…”
“I was, before you started to sob and I walked back because… I don’t know. Just stop damn crying.”
“…okay.”
Sniffling several times and hiccupping, Eunhyuk scrubbed his eyes onto his shirt before looking up at Donghae again.
Fuck, was what came into Donghae’s mind instantly. Eunhyuk’s eyes were red and puffy from crying, his body scrunched up into a frightened ball, his hair ruffled and messed up and his lips, his fucking lips, were a glistening bruised red from the gnawing and licking he did. Donghae laughed inwardly as he felt himself being so painfully aroused at his own lover’s battered, yet alluring state.
“Eunhyuk,” Donghae breathed huskily into the older man’s ear and poked his tongue out slightly to lick Eunhyuk’s earlobe as the warm, heated breath made said man shiver deliciously, “you said you would do anything for my forgiveness, right?”
Eunhyuk gasped slightly when Donghae nipped gently at his ear and he immediately bit down onto his lower lip, embarrassed at making such a noise in a public place. Donghae chuckled, however, when he felt Eunhyuk’s gentle trembling and stood up swiftly, pulling the other man up with him.
“W-where are we going?” Eunhyuk managed to stammer as he followed Donghae’s rapidly moving body with difficulty as it wove through the mass of people.
“Somewhere where you can apologize. Appropriately.”
Eunhyuk missed the thick tone of Donghae’s voice and nodded obediently, knowing that he had hurt him very much, and he should really say sorry in a more formal way rather than a nervous breakdown he had been earlier on. A minute later, the both of them stood there in a beautiful marble bathroom, panting from all the running that they had done. Donghae was the first to recover and he snuck a glance at Eunhyuk, who was still doubled over, leaning against the sink and clutching at his ribs.
“Hyukjae.”
“Yes?” Eunhyuk asked and looked up, his mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ as he absorbed the ironic beauty of a public toilet.
“Ready to apologize?”
“Oh, right. But Hae, why are we in the bathroom?”
There was a wild twinkle in Donghae’s eyes as he grinned seductively, licking his chapped lips to moisturize them.
“Because this one is the one that people don’t come into.”
“Donghae-“ Eunhyuk was silenced by a pair of lips covering his own and he quickly melted into the strong arms that held him up by his waist, although shivering a little because of the coldness of Donghae’s rain-soaked shirt.
“Hm?” Donghae mumbled into Eunhyuk’s mouth, causing him to shudder from the vibrations on his mouth.
“Ymft nmmtt mmt…” Hyukjae quickly gave up when he realized that he couldn’t actually produce a coherent word with Donghae’s tongue massaging his own oh-so-gently. Smirking, Donghae mentally praised Eunhyuk for giving up because honestly, a concentrated Hyuk was a bigger turn-on, but when Eunhyuk’s hands began to move up Donghae’s back, up his neck to entangle them into his carefully styled hair and when Hyuk subconsciously ground his hips onto Donghae’s blatant arousal, he couldn’t hold himself in any longer. Slipping his skilled fingers underneath Eunhyuk’s tight, black vest, he reached out underneath and pressed tiny circles around the smooth, creamy skin and rubbed at Eunhyuk’s overly sensitive nipple, causing the man to jerk into his arms, letting a quiet moan pass from his mouth into Donghae’s. When the both of them parted for much needed air, Donghae was breathing heavily, pupils dilated from hard lust, and Eunhyuk was flustered, blushing but already one could see the want that was slowly starting to sink in.
“Take your pants off.”
“What?” Eunhyuk hissed.
“I said, take your pants off. Now.”
“But-“
“-Or we can just end this here, and you can go back to fucking whoever’s next in Super Junior.”
“…Fine.”
Donghae’s eyes flashed in triumph. Both of them knew that Eunhyuk was far too gone to let this stop now. Eunhyuk slid off his shoes and unclasped his belt in one fluid motion and peeled off his skin-tight leather pants slowly, feeling incredibly self conscious as he did so. He could feel the hungry gaze Donghae was raping his figure with and a blush flared on his cheeks.
“Donghae, don’t stare at me like that…”
Shit. The numbing discomfort in his cock could not have become more intense with Eunhyuk saying his name in that tone. In a flash, Donghae had hoisted Eunhyuk up onto the cold, stone counter, a hand wrapped lightly around Eunhyuk’s obvious bulge in his briefs.
“No boxers today, Hyukkie?” rasped Donghae, voice hoarse with barely controlled lust as he looked up into Eunhyuk’s shadowy eyes.
“I-I had dance practice today, and I couldn’t wear bo- UNGH!!” Arching beautifully backwards, Hyukjae’s mind shut down as all he felt now was Donghae’s nimble fingers dragging themselves slowly down Hyukjae’s cock through his underwear, a priceless smirk pasted on his lover’s face. Impulsively, Eunhyuk thrust his hips into Donghae’s hand, desperate for some warmth, for that same, delicious feeling that slid through his body to happen again, but he felt himself being pinned down and he looked down to see Donghae’s free hand pushed against his hips to force them back onto the cold counter.
“Hae… please…”
“What?” Donghae had gone from tugging, into a slow, deliberate rhythm as he moved his hand up and down regularly with each stroke. The precome that had leaked shamelessly from the slit had soaked Eunhyuk’s underwear quite thoroughly and Donghae wondered how long he could last with his own pulsing need still trapped in his own pants.
“Don’t… don’t tease… please, Hae… I want to feel you…” The words had come out in ragged breaths as Eunhyuk felt himself both slipping under a hot, pleasurable coma as well as the continuous throbbing pain. He needed to feel Donghae’s hand, skin, mouth- anything- against his cock. Please…
“Ask me nicely and I might just do it.”
To hell with dignity. Eunhyuk opened his mouth and choked out,
“Donghae, please touch me. Please, please…”
Promptly, Donghae tore off the man’s briefs and replaced the missing cloth with the heat of his searing mouth, his wicked tongue flicking at the receptive head once, twice, three times, until Eunhyuk practically shoved his hips up against the restraining hand Donghae had on him, gasping with need. The fire in his eyes only burned brighter as Donghae placed gentle kisses along his twitching length- the soft touch of the lips against the nerve-wracked skin of his cock. Eunhyuk writhed more and more, his legs hopelessly tangled around Donghae’s neck as the pressure of the kisses gradually increased until his tip was trickling with droplets of precome slipping from his begging slit. Eunhyuk opened his mouth; lips moving to a soundless cry when Donghae tilted his head back up again, grinning like a Cheshire cat at the image of lust playing out right in front of his eyes.
“H..Hae… don’t do this… to me…”
“Anything you want, Hyukkie.”
Eunhyuk sighed and moaned at the same time when he was suddenly- finally, engulfed in the wet, hot, heat of Donghae’s mouth and his vision exploded when he felt a thick, firm tongue swirl leisurely around the oversensitive head of his cock, cleaning the precome off sensually with each painfully slow lick. Donghae’s arm had began to become numb from the strength the was putting in to prevent Eunhyuk’s thrusting, so he decided to take it off- immediately choking when a powerful jolt of the hips shoved Eunhyuk’s full length down his throat. Donghae had to summon all the self-control he had to force himself to relax and to suppress his gagging reflex. Almost laughing, if that was even possible, Donghae gazed up tentatively at Eunhyuk to see him rocking franticly back and forth on the sink, eyes shut and mouth wide open in ecstasy as he fucked himself into Donghae’s mouth.
“Donghae… I’m so close, so fucking close…”
Eunhyuk felt it, the incredible heat- the pleasure- the release, pooling at the base of his stomach as he clutched painfully at Donghae’s hair and he was so close to spilling-
“…What?! No!”
Eunhyuk’s eyes flew open in panic, his hands scrabbling for his erection but stopped in his tracks when he met a standing up and stretching Donghae- his fingers wrapped tightly around the base of Eunhyuk’s cock, preventing his release. Eunhyuk felt the tears welling up in his eyes as he wailed. It hurt so damn much, the ache, the pain rocketing up his body and racking through it, and Donghae wasn’t paying any heed to his agony with that fucking sexy expression on as he licked his lips for any traces of precome left.
“Donghae, what are you doing…?”
“An orgasm denial.” He smiled innocently as he waited for Eunhyuk’s climax to fade away completely. Eunhyuk frowned, a shout on his lips but the words withered at the tip of his tongue when Donghae slid off his shoes and began strip off his shirt right in front of him. Little by little, Donghae’s hand crawled up his shirt and gripping the end of the plunging v-line, he slipped the sopping wet article of clothing over his head and hurled it into some unknown corner of the bathroom. Eunhyuk felt his erection hardening again as his gaze was fixed on a half-naked Donghae standing in front of him, open, exposed and all for Eunhyuk to take. The man looked up from his trousers to lock gazes with a predatorial Eunhyuk, half laid down on the counter, licking his red and swollen mouth impatiently. He smirked and strode over, his hips swaying with a hypnotizing effect as he approached Hyukjae, who was trembling with desire. Smoothly, Donghae reached up in one slick movement, swinging one leg over onto the other side of Eunhyuk, straddling him around the waist. Eunhyuk parted his wet mouth slightly in anticipation of what would be coming next, but much to his surprise, Donghae swung over again to face his feet instead, the two of them forming a perfect sixty-nine.
“Help me take my trousers off, Hyukjae.” Donghae’s voice was as hot and slick as melted butter now, almost driving Eunhyuk over the edge with the sultry tinge to the phrase. However, when Eunhyuk began to lift his hands up to undo Donghae’s belt, he tutted, smirking, and added, “I meant with your teeth.”
Nodding, Eunhyuk lifted his head up eagerly and with a soft ‘clink’, the belt was undone and with a swift turn of Hyukjae’s head, it landed on the floor, discarded, as Eunhyuk focused on ripping apart the next item of clothing. Donghae squeezed his eyes shut in painful pleasure as his cock thudded painfully in his pants as the slight pressure of Hyukjae’s ministrations sent spasms up his erection. Ignoring the shivers that Donghae was producing, Eunhyuk teeth clamped expertly around the button and twisted so that it came undone, and with a smooth tug, the zipper had opened and the pants and boxers slid down to Donghae’s knees, exposing the rock hard erection that Donghae sported- successfully turning Eunhyuk on to no end and Donghae chuckled knowingly from his side.
“Now, suck me off.”
Donghae’s cock hung tantalizingly just above Eunhyuk’s mouth and he opened it slightly, a low, longing moan leaving his lips and leant upwards simultaneously, taking the head of Donghae’s length into his mouth, circling the soft skin at the engorged tip of the head so excruciatingly slowly that Donghae almost cried out with the electric sensations- barely managing to hold it in by biting hard onto his own bruised, crimson lips.
“Fuck, Eunhyuk, stop being such a fucking tease…” panted Donghae in a rough voice, demanding and wanting.
Eunhyuk smiled, and pulled out slightly just so he could press his tongue to the slit gently and wiggled it (“Fuuck…” Donghae dragged out the syllable in a blissful, yet agonized voice) until his precome flowed almost freely, coating Eunhyuk’s lips in a sheen of liquid and he gladly lapped it up, careful to brush against Donghae’s oversensitive cock as he did so. With one quick movement, Eunhyuk stretched upwards and took the whole of Donghae’s length, right to the hilt into the warm, wet cavern of his alluring mouth and dragged his tongue slowly up against the vein on the underside of the erection. Swallowing and sucking with hollowed cheeks, Eunhyuk’s head bobbed up and down, almost like he was trying to suck Donghae’s soul out through the thin layer of skin. A low throaty chortle came from Donghae as his hands explore further and further up Eunhyuk’s milky thighs, pinched at the flesh, his swollen lips sucking at it until there were sure to be blue, purple bruises marking his territory.
“Fuck, Eunhyuk, you love this, don’t you? You love having your lips wrapped around my cock, desperate to drink my come. You’re such a slut, Hyuk, but you’re my slut.”
Eunhyuk nods feverishly as his mouth sucked and lapped, so deprived of the salty, musky taste of Donghae that he’d be willing to fuck himself with his fingers if it would just relieve his aching want. Unexpectedly, he scrapes his teeth against the responsive cock and it literally jumped into his mouth at the slight pain.
It was thrilling- it was also so sickly pornographic, but the both of them loved it. Spurred on by the unbelievable heat that was wrapped around his arousal, Donghae latched a free hand onto Eunhyuk’s cock, pumping it at a steady speed, occasionally twisting here and there to induce the throaty moans that often made Donghae question how long he would last, really. Eunhyuk’s moans vibrated up his own length, causing him to buck automatically into Hyukjae’s welcoming mouth, searching madly for that hum, that fucking wet heat that he needed to come into.
“H-Hyukjae, look into the mirror. Watch yourself suck me.” Donghae hissed loudly.
Eunhyuk obediently twisted his head to the left and the mere sight of the both of them nearly made him come, if not for the constricting hold around the base of his cock once again. They were a mass of limbs- two men thoroughly fucking each other from back to front, each of their expressions clouded with lust and when suddenly Donghae bent his head down and licked unhurriedly at Eunhyuk’s opening, coating it easily with a shimmering layer of saliva. The dancer bent off the sink into a perfect arc, low, throaty pants of pleasure escaping from his half-open mouth, ranging between groans of pleasure and wanton whines. Donghae, delighted at how beautifully Eunhyuk reacted to his stimulus and with one light thrust, slid his tongue into Hyukjae’s ass, egged on by the erotic moans that were escaping Eunhyuk’s throat.
“NGH!!!” Eunhyuk screamed, his mind completely broken down by the fact that fuck, it was Donghae with his fucking tongue up his ass, and it felt so fucking good. Donghae cried out at the same time when Eunhyuk whimpered into his cock, the vibrations and constant movement mounted into something he couldn’t hold in for much longer and his hand pumped furiously at the erection, reflecting the sensations back into Eunhyuk as he groaned, his mouth whispering a weak “Donghae…” around his cock. Donghae’s only response was to probe into the incredibly tight heat of Hyukjae’s until he found what he was looking for and with just a light nudge with his tongue into the little bundle of nerves deep inside his entrance, and Eunhyuk screamed and would have definitely come if it wasn’t for those damn unrelenting fingers, the shuddering sensation charging through Donghae as he suddenly pulled out of Eunhyuk’s complying mouth and with a spin, pulled Eunhyuk off the sink and had pressed him forcefully against the massive, extended mirror that stretched out to the other end of the isolated bathroom, both men on their knees. Eunhyuk hissed at the contrasting cold of the glass that he was pressed on against the searing heat both he and Donghae radiated.
“Hae,” Eunhyuk whined softy, tilting his head backwards and capturing Donghae’s stunned mouth in a passionate kiss, “the mirror’s so cold…”
Donghae’s cock hardened in record time as he smiled into the kiss, allowing his fingers to run up and down Eunhyuk’s sides delicately, hovering dangerous close to his lover’s own erection.
“We’ll just have to warm each other up then.”
Donghae had quickly rested two fingers suggestively on to Eunhyuk’s petal-soft lips, his other hand calmly massaging Eunhyuk’s poker-straight erection in front of the mirror.
“Suck them, Hyukjae, or I’ll take you dry.”
Eyes hooded with desire, Eunhyuk puckered his lips to allow Donghae’s digits to slide smoothly into his mouth and ran his tongue sensually at an agonizingly slow pace and kneaded them with the back of his tongue, swirling around the sensitive fingertips. Donghae, however, although he felt the throbbing ache in his cock increase as the hotness wrapped around his fingers turned him on badly, was unresponsive as he rested his chin on Eunhyuk’s bare shoulder, and had proceeded to nip and lick at the beautiful neck, his large, brown eyes fixated on the image reflected in the mirror all the while. Eunhyuk soon felt his rational thinking fade as his mouth opened, the pants that were coming out were no longer controlled and Donghae quietly pulled his fingers out, drenched with saliva and without warning, slid the digits into Eunhyuk’s tight heat, and leaned forwards to lick the dripping saliva from Eunhyuk’s mouth. Eunhyuk bit on his lip to fight back the tears that were slowly forming in his eyes as Donghae’s fingered scissored him, pushing at the tight muscles.
“Hae- it stings!” Donghae moved his hand faster and harder against Eunhyuk’s cock, hoping that it would distract him from the pain.
“Shh, Hyukkie, just relax.” The younger male grinned sexily and still with his fingers in Eunhyuk’s hole, ground his own madly twitching arousal into the other, slipping his dripping wet cock between Eunhyuk’s sensitive thighs and rubbed, hard. A guttural moan ripped from Eunhyuk’s throat as he jerked violently at the feel of hot, searing liquid drip down his thighs as Donghae fucked him with his fingers and rubbed his insides raw.
“Hae, Hae, Hae, Hae…”
“Hm?” Eunhyuk’s knees almost gave way when Donghae licked a wet path up his right butt cheek, only managing to stay upright by clutching desperately at the steamed up surface of the mirror in front of him. Luckily, the moisture provided some suction and he held on- just.
“Please… I need you… in me… I need to feel you…now!” He cried out loud when Donghae bit hard into his ass, fingers driving up madly and Eunhyuk felt the tears trickle down in desperation and shoved his own ass up and down on Donghae’s fingers, sobbing as he fucked them, searching for the much needed friction inside. On the contrary, Donghae suddenly allowed his left hand to leave Eunhyuk’s cock, causing the boy to give another jerk- although in a different direction- and held his lover’s hips down forcefully.
Then, he flicked his fingers.
A scream was elicited from Hyukjae and in a split second, he was already calling out.
“Hae, please, just do it… it’s so fucking painful for me to wait…”
“Do what, Hyukkie?” He flicked his fingers again- not quite getting the spongy pad of nerves, but near.
“Ngh… Hae, please, just f-fuuuuucckkkk….” Eunhyuk’s last word was pulled out into a moan when Donghae’s cock ground harder into his thighs. He swore that he would fall unconscious if Donghae didn’t…
“Beg for it, Hyukkie. Beg for it like the whore you are.” Donghae hissed at him and he scraped his teeth down Hyukjae’s neck- it was then Eunhyuk’s pride went down the drain and he cried out, his lips bleeding from futile restraint,
“Ngh- Donghae, please fuck me senseless, please, please, please. Take me right now!”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
With his cock lathered in thick layers of lubricating precome, Donghae placed both hands next to where Eunhyuk’s were on the glass, and in one fast movement, shoved in.
“F-fuck, Hyukjae, you’re so fucking tight…” Donghae’s eyes slid to the back of his head as strangled moans of pure, glassy ecstasy bubbled up from his throat, thrusting in shallowly at first into the delicious, wet heat of Hyukjae’s entrance, his cavern. Eunhyuk’s back was curved into an inhuman position as he twisted and bent his body so far at the painful intrusion, whimpering with shots of pain shooting up his spine.
“Donghae, it hurts, so much, so, so much…”
Donghae quickly removed one hand from the fogged up mirror and fisted Eunhyuk’s pulsating cock, wanting to distract Eunhyuk from the stretching pain in his ass.
“Relax, Eunhyuk, and let me in.” Sighing in relief, Donghae felt the surrounding muscles soften and he quickly picked up the pace, pulling in and then snapping his hips forwards to meet the upwards movement of Hyukjae’s as they connected, Donghae’s cock already encased by pleasure all the way up to the hilt. Eunhyuk’s legs were shaking, shivering with bliss as Donghae’s cock rubbed against the walls of his insides, sending him closer and closer over the edge with each savouring thrust, the thick slapping sound of skin against skin echoing in the empty bathroom. But it wasn’t enough for Donghae to see Eunhyuk shaking or shivering- not when he could be feeling so much more and with a sinful, lustly smirk, he pulled out slowly, chuckling as he felt Eunhyuk’s body stiffen in front of him, the reflection’s lips mouthing silent indignations that ‘no, please, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, Hae’. Skilled, Donghae leant a little to the side, angling his direction and shoved, hard, back all the way into Eunhyuk and almost came when he saw the blood trickling down from his lover’s lips as he bit down, screaming in delirium when Donghae’s cock pressed hard against his prostrate, over and over and over again, like the world’s most sensual mantra- forwards, backwards, hitting that padded spot every single fucking time as both of them fucked against the mirror, playing the movie in erotic irony.
“Faster, Hae, faster damnit!” Eunhyuk spat out between a mixture of groans, pants, whimpering and excess noises such as ‘there, again’, ‘harder’ and ‘faster’. Donghae laughed and complied, although he himself was being driven insane by Eunhyuk’s insanely fuckable expression, his eyes half lidded with pleasure, his face flushed bright red as he was pushed harder against the blurred mirror that displayed the scene, exposing all corners of privacy. He loved it. May it be pornographic, crazed, perverted or horny, Donghae basked in relish at the velvet heat wrapped around him, moving up and down, up and down and oh, he too, was so close to release- the heat expanding, pooling at his stomach being all too willing to spurt out.
When Donghae slammed wildly into Eunhyuk once last time, the latter came violently, due to his earlier orgasm denial, spraying white, sticky liquid all over the mirror in front of him, Donghae’s hand and all up his toned upper torso. The instant Eunhyuk’s ring muscles clamped themselves hard around Donghae’s cock, said person let go, emptying his seed into Eunhyuk, burrowing his cock deeper with a low groan of satisfaction.
Gingerly, Donghae gripped Eunhyuk’s shoulders and pulled out carefully, knowing all too well that the boy would most likely have difficulties walking for the next week. Eunhyuk immediately collapsed, his sweaty figure lying carelessly on Donghae, chest rising and falling with each shuddering breath he took to come down from his high.
“Donghae. Donghae!” Eunhyuk shook his lover’s shoulders lightly as he was slowly drifting off.
“Hn? Oh, right.” Mumbled Donghae blearily and he hopped down from the counter nimbly, his hand patting his mouth as he yawned. “Coming down, Hyukkie?”
Hyukjae nodded mutely as a small smile formed on his face as he quietly pulled his briefs and trousers on- following the other’s each and every moment as he too, slipped on his underwear, pants and shirt, bending down slowly to tie up his shoes again. Donghae frowned, and his head snapped up, catching a guilty Hyukjae mid-stare.
“What?”
“I love you, Hae.”
Donghae took several long strides towards Hyukjae and gathered the come that was still dripping down Eunhyuk’s chest into his hands, lapping greedily at the musky fluid that tasted so much of Eunhyuk. Grinning wickedly as he stuck his tongue out seductively and licked off the last traces off his own fingers, one by one.
“What are you trying to do, Hae?”
“I don’t know, getting you hard again?”
“But we just had sex!” Donghae felt his cheeks flush a light pink and almost melted to the floor in a pile of gloop when he saw Hyukjae’s cute pout with his red lips puckered out.
“I know. But it doesn’t mean we’ll have to stop once we get back to the dorms. Besides-“ he ran his tongue over his thick, swollen lips, picking Hyukjae’s discarded shirt off the floor and slipping it tenderly back onto him again, “-who said I had forgiven you?”
- - - - -
“Donghae-hyung, Hyukjae-hyung,” whispered a nervous Siwon, who had practically sprung forth onto his feet the instant the door handle to the flat turned in its place.
Donghae turned his ruffled head over to face Siwon, his expression aloof.
“Yeah, Siwonnie?”
“I-I thought you were.. you know, still very mad at us…”
“Well, yes, I am, but that’s fine. Someone else is paying up.”
Siwon could only stare at the two retreating backs as they trampled gracelessly into Eunhyuk’s room and sighed, running long fingers through his perfectly gelled hair, as he heard the lock turn.
Author: omona_shi
Pair: Eunhyuk/Donghae
Genre: !angst, !smut, PWP.
Rating: R-21
Warnings: !possesive Hae, heavy smut, explicit, heavy swearing and KINK.
Summary: Give them a scandal, a drink and a bathroom, and off they go.
Disclaimer: I'm constantly living in denial that Super Junior is not mine. and it's starting to sink in. Slowly. Painfully. *sobs*
This is promped by the author of 'Shades of Blue', tokichan927 , as I asked her for muses, and she came up with this:
Hot, Steamy, Mirror Sex.
So I did.
MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT SMUT. DON'T LOOK POORLY ON ME FOR !FAIL, PLEASE.. *breaks down*
Thanks for reading and commenting! ^^
The Other Side of the Mirror
Eunhae !smut Fic - Oneshot
It felt like the wind was reaching out and clawing at the back of his neck, absolutely desperate to catch him as he ran wildly, madly, towards the shelter of the bar. It was pouring outside, the storm blowing at the droplets falling relentlessly from the sky, creating a blinding curtain of rain that blocked out all of his senses. The light glowing brighter, the signs growing bigger indicated that he was close, almost there…
“Watch where you’re going, kid.”
The instant he stepped into the bar, a heated couple had staggered into him drunkenly and the woman had glared at him whilst remaining lip-locked. His eyes narrowed angrily as he watched them stumble hastily up the stairs into the convenient mini-hotel located right above the bar and his fists clenched subconsciously.
“Control your temper, control your damn temper…”
He pulled absent-mindedly at the soft fabric of his black shirt that stuck on like a second skin due to the rain and headed silently through the roaring crowd to the opposite side of the room where the bar was. It was his first time being at these sort of places but he was really too pissed off to have the spare energy to be nervous, or scared, or lonely or whatever everyone else thought he’d be. His face was darker than coal as he swung his legs over the tall chair and stared darkly at the wall in front of him. He held up a finger, indicating for the bartender to come over and growled.
“One vodka. Or tequila. Or whatever’s the heaviest around here.”
He thought he heard a chuckle from the tall, burly, man, but he decided to let it pass, determined not to fire up his irritation further than it had already gone. Seconds later, a glass of whatever was placed next to his hand and he grabbed it gratefully and tipped the whole thing down his throat and choked ungracefully until tears filled his eyes.
“I can’t believe you drank all that in one go without even checking what it was.”
His head snapped up with a crack at the familiar, unwelcome voice and swore he was going to die of fury right then and there.
“You actually have the guts to follow me here.”
Sitting next to him, Eunhyuk’s smirk faded rapidly has he deflated, “I’m sorry, Hae, I told you I wasn’t thinking and I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything.”
“Not meaning anything didn’t seem to keep you from letting Siwon fuck you into my fucking mattress anyway- especially when you told me to ‘leave us alone because you’re disturbing our fuck’, you little bitch.”
Eunhyuk was taken aback and his eyes widened in shock. Since when did Donghae start talking like that? Suddenly aware of Donghae was glaring solidly at him, he flicked his head around to avoid the other man as quickly as possible, but it was too late.
“Everything’s just skin deep to you, isn’t it, Hyukjae? Did you honestly think I was all that fluffy, bouncing ball of cuteness? And now you’re just shocked that oh-my-god Donghae can swear.”
There was no reply and Donghae snorted sarcastically before pushing the emptied shot glass towards away from him and slapped a crisp bank note onto the bar. He was more than ready to leave if this guy was going to tag along with him here- at least he didn’t have to see his damn face back in the dorms.
“Seems like I hit home. Have fun with the chicks you’re going to pound through later in the hotel upstairs.”
Donghae had turned around, already taking his first strides towards the exit when he felt a clammy hand wrap itself around his arm in a strong grip and a bitter smirk grew on Donghae lips as he laughed shortly. This boy didn’t seem to know when playtime was over. Coldly, he glanced backwards over his shoulder and sneered,
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He felt his heart clench involuntarily when he saw the tears in Eunhyuk’s eyes, brimming, and threatening to spill out any second if Donghae said the wrong thing again. Damn it, he thought he’d gotten over this stupid ‘love’ now.
“I’m really sorry, Hae… I didn’t know what I was doing, I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I didn’t wasn’t even aware that I was Hyukjae anymore…” whispered Eunhyuk weakly and he rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Donghae faltered in his step, his previous determination to get over Eunhyuk began to crack the tiniest of cracks and he stood there, unresponsive, as his listened to Eunhyuk babble on.
“If there is anything I can do to make you forgive me… I’ll beg on my knees, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t leave me, please, Hae…”
Donghae’s feet took a shaky step towards Eunhyuk, his resolve already dissolving halfway and he twisted his arm around so that Eunhyuk’s hand was held in his. It hurt him too, more than he had expected, when he saw the only person he had ever loved so much cry because of his comments and Donghae bit his lip hard in indecisiveness and knelt down to tilt up Eunhyuk’s chin.
“Don’t cry.”
Eunhyuk’s glistening eyes widened, disbelief filing them up.
“…what?”
“I said, don’t cry.”
“But I thought…”
“I was, before you started to sob and I walked back because… I don’t know. Just stop damn crying.”
“…okay.”
Sniffling several times and hiccupping, Eunhyuk scrubbed his eyes onto his shirt before looking up at Donghae again.
Fuck, was what came into Donghae’s mind instantly. Eunhyuk’s eyes were red and puffy from crying, his body scrunched up into a frightened ball, his hair ruffled and messed up and his lips, his fucking lips, were a glistening bruised red from the gnawing and licking he did. Donghae laughed inwardly as he felt himself being so painfully aroused at his own lover’s battered, yet alluring state.
“Eunhyuk,” Donghae breathed huskily into the older man’s ear and poked his tongue out slightly to lick Eunhyuk’s earlobe as the warm, heated breath made said man shiver deliciously, “you said you would do anything for my forgiveness, right?”
Eunhyuk gasped slightly when Donghae nipped gently at his ear and he immediately bit down onto his lower lip, embarrassed at making such a noise in a public place. Donghae chuckled, however, when he felt Eunhyuk’s gentle trembling and stood up swiftly, pulling the other man up with him.
“W-where are we going?” Eunhyuk managed to stammer as he followed Donghae’s rapidly moving body with difficulty as it wove through the mass of people.
“Somewhere where you can apologize. Appropriately.”
Eunhyuk missed the thick tone of Donghae’s voice and nodded obediently, knowing that he had hurt him very much, and he should really say sorry in a more formal way rather than a nervous breakdown he had been earlier on. A minute later, the both of them stood there in a beautiful marble bathroom, panting from all the running that they had done. Donghae was the first to recover and he snuck a glance at Eunhyuk, who was still doubled over, leaning against the sink and clutching at his ribs.
“Hyukjae.”
“Yes?” Eunhyuk asked and looked up, his mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ as he absorbed the ironic beauty of a public toilet.
“Ready to apologize?”
“Oh, right. But Hae, why are we in the bathroom?”
There was a wild twinkle in Donghae’s eyes as he grinned seductively, licking his chapped lips to moisturize them.
“Because this one is the one that people don’t come into.”
“Donghae-“ Eunhyuk was silenced by a pair of lips covering his own and he quickly melted into the strong arms that held him up by his waist, although shivering a little because of the coldness of Donghae’s rain-soaked shirt.
“Hm?” Donghae mumbled into Eunhyuk’s mouth, causing him to shudder from the vibrations on his mouth.
“Ymft nmmtt mmt…” Hyukjae quickly gave up when he realized that he couldn’t actually produce a coherent word with Donghae’s tongue massaging his own oh-so-gently. Smirking, Donghae mentally praised Eunhyuk for giving up because honestly, a concentrated Hyuk was a bigger turn-on, but when Eunhyuk’s hands began to move up Donghae’s back, up his neck to entangle them into his carefully styled hair and when Hyuk subconsciously ground his hips onto Donghae’s blatant arousal, he couldn’t hold himself in any longer. Slipping his skilled fingers underneath Eunhyuk’s tight, black vest, he reached out underneath and pressed tiny circles around the smooth, creamy skin and rubbed at Eunhyuk’s overly sensitive nipple, causing the man to jerk into his arms, letting a quiet moan pass from his mouth into Donghae’s. When the both of them parted for much needed air, Donghae was breathing heavily, pupils dilated from hard lust, and Eunhyuk was flustered, blushing but already one could see the want that was slowly starting to sink in.
“Take your pants off.”
“What?” Eunhyuk hissed.
“I said, take your pants off. Now.”
“But-“
“-Or we can just end this here, and you can go back to fucking whoever’s next in Super Junior.”
“…Fine.”
Donghae’s eyes flashed in triumph. Both of them knew that Eunhyuk was far too gone to let this stop now. Eunhyuk slid off his shoes and unclasped his belt in one fluid motion and peeled off his skin-tight leather pants slowly, feeling incredibly self conscious as he did so. He could feel the hungry gaze Donghae was raping his figure with and a blush flared on his cheeks.
“Donghae, don’t stare at me like that…”
Shit. The numbing discomfort in his cock could not have become more intense with Eunhyuk saying his name in that tone. In a flash, Donghae had hoisted Eunhyuk up onto the cold, stone counter, a hand wrapped lightly around Eunhyuk’s obvious bulge in his briefs.
“No boxers today, Hyukkie?” rasped Donghae, voice hoarse with barely controlled lust as he looked up into Eunhyuk’s shadowy eyes.
“I-I had dance practice today, and I couldn’t wear bo- UNGH!!” Arching beautifully backwards, Hyukjae’s mind shut down as all he felt now was Donghae’s nimble fingers dragging themselves slowly down Hyukjae’s cock through his underwear, a priceless smirk pasted on his lover’s face. Impulsively, Eunhyuk thrust his hips into Donghae’s hand, desperate for some warmth, for that same, delicious feeling that slid through his body to happen again, but he felt himself being pinned down and he looked down to see Donghae’s free hand pushed against his hips to force them back onto the cold counter.
“Hae… please…”
“What?” Donghae had gone from tugging, into a slow, deliberate rhythm as he moved his hand up and down regularly with each stroke. The precome that had leaked shamelessly from the slit had soaked Eunhyuk’s underwear quite thoroughly and Donghae wondered how long he could last with his own pulsing need still trapped in his own pants.
“Don’t… don’t tease… please, Hae… I want to feel you…” The words had come out in ragged breaths as Eunhyuk felt himself both slipping under a hot, pleasurable coma as well as the continuous throbbing pain. He needed to feel Donghae’s hand, skin, mouth- anything- against his cock. Please…
“Ask me nicely and I might just do it.”
To hell with dignity. Eunhyuk opened his mouth and choked out,
“Donghae, please touch me. Please, please…”
Promptly, Donghae tore off the man’s briefs and replaced the missing cloth with the heat of his searing mouth, his wicked tongue flicking at the receptive head once, twice, three times, until Eunhyuk practically shoved his hips up against the restraining hand Donghae had on him, gasping with need. The fire in his eyes only burned brighter as Donghae placed gentle kisses along his twitching length- the soft touch of the lips against the nerve-wracked skin of his cock. Eunhyuk writhed more and more, his legs hopelessly tangled around Donghae’s neck as the pressure of the kisses gradually increased until his tip was trickling with droplets of precome slipping from his begging slit. Eunhyuk opened his mouth; lips moving to a soundless cry when Donghae tilted his head back up again, grinning like a Cheshire cat at the image of lust playing out right in front of his eyes.
“H..Hae… don’t do this… to me…”
“Anything you want, Hyukkie.”
Eunhyuk sighed and moaned at the same time when he was suddenly- finally, engulfed in the wet, hot, heat of Donghae’s mouth and his vision exploded when he felt a thick, firm tongue swirl leisurely around the oversensitive head of his cock, cleaning the precome off sensually with each painfully slow lick. Donghae’s arm had began to become numb from the strength the was putting in to prevent Eunhyuk’s thrusting, so he decided to take it off- immediately choking when a powerful jolt of the hips shoved Eunhyuk’s full length down his throat. Donghae had to summon all the self-control he had to force himself to relax and to suppress his gagging reflex. Almost laughing, if that was even possible, Donghae gazed up tentatively at Eunhyuk to see him rocking franticly back and forth on the sink, eyes shut and mouth wide open in ecstasy as he fucked himself into Donghae’s mouth.
“Donghae… I’m so close, so fucking close…”
Eunhyuk felt it, the incredible heat- the pleasure- the release, pooling at the base of his stomach as he clutched painfully at Donghae’s hair and he was so close to spilling-
“…What?! No!”
Eunhyuk’s eyes flew open in panic, his hands scrabbling for his erection but stopped in his tracks when he met a standing up and stretching Donghae- his fingers wrapped tightly around the base of Eunhyuk’s cock, preventing his release. Eunhyuk felt the tears welling up in his eyes as he wailed. It hurt so damn much, the ache, the pain rocketing up his body and racking through it, and Donghae wasn’t paying any heed to his agony with that fucking sexy expression on as he licked his lips for any traces of precome left.
“Donghae, what are you doing…?”
“An orgasm denial.” He smiled innocently as he waited for Eunhyuk’s climax to fade away completely. Eunhyuk frowned, a shout on his lips but the words withered at the tip of his tongue when Donghae slid off his shoes and began strip off his shirt right in front of him. Little by little, Donghae’s hand crawled up his shirt and gripping the end of the plunging v-line, he slipped the sopping wet article of clothing over his head and hurled it into some unknown corner of the bathroom. Eunhyuk felt his erection hardening again as his gaze was fixed on a half-naked Donghae standing in front of him, open, exposed and all for Eunhyuk to take. The man looked up from his trousers to lock gazes with a predatorial Eunhyuk, half laid down on the counter, licking his red and swollen mouth impatiently. He smirked and strode over, his hips swaying with a hypnotizing effect as he approached Hyukjae, who was trembling with desire. Smoothly, Donghae reached up in one slick movement, swinging one leg over onto the other side of Eunhyuk, straddling him around the waist. Eunhyuk parted his wet mouth slightly in anticipation of what would be coming next, but much to his surprise, Donghae swung over again to face his feet instead, the two of them forming a perfect sixty-nine.
“Help me take my trousers off, Hyukjae.” Donghae’s voice was as hot and slick as melted butter now, almost driving Eunhyuk over the edge with the sultry tinge to the phrase. However, when Eunhyuk began to lift his hands up to undo Donghae’s belt, he tutted, smirking, and added, “I meant with your teeth.”
Nodding, Eunhyuk lifted his head up eagerly and with a soft ‘clink’, the belt was undone and with a swift turn of Hyukjae’s head, it landed on the floor, discarded, as Eunhyuk focused on ripping apart the next item of clothing. Donghae squeezed his eyes shut in painful pleasure as his cock thudded painfully in his pants as the slight pressure of Hyukjae’s ministrations sent spasms up his erection. Ignoring the shivers that Donghae was producing, Eunhyuk teeth clamped expertly around the button and twisted so that it came undone, and with a smooth tug, the zipper had opened and the pants and boxers slid down to Donghae’s knees, exposing the rock hard erection that Donghae sported- successfully turning Eunhyuk on to no end and Donghae chuckled knowingly from his side.
“Now, suck me off.”
Donghae’s cock hung tantalizingly just above Eunhyuk’s mouth and he opened it slightly, a low, longing moan leaving his lips and leant upwards simultaneously, taking the head of Donghae’s length into his mouth, circling the soft skin at the engorged tip of the head so excruciatingly slowly that Donghae almost cried out with the electric sensations- barely managing to hold it in by biting hard onto his own bruised, crimson lips.
“Fuck, Eunhyuk, stop being such a fucking tease…” panted Donghae in a rough voice, demanding and wanting.
Eunhyuk smiled, and pulled out slightly just so he could press his tongue to the slit gently and wiggled it (“Fuuck…” Donghae dragged out the syllable in a blissful, yet agonized voice) until his precome flowed almost freely, coating Eunhyuk’s lips in a sheen of liquid and he gladly lapped it up, careful to brush against Donghae’s oversensitive cock as he did so. With one quick movement, Eunhyuk stretched upwards and took the whole of Donghae’s length, right to the hilt into the warm, wet cavern of his alluring mouth and dragged his tongue slowly up against the vein on the underside of the erection. Swallowing and sucking with hollowed cheeks, Eunhyuk’s head bobbed up and down, almost like he was trying to suck Donghae’s soul out through the thin layer of skin. A low throaty chortle came from Donghae as his hands explore further and further up Eunhyuk’s milky thighs, pinched at the flesh, his swollen lips sucking at it until there were sure to be blue, purple bruises marking his territory.
“Fuck, Eunhyuk, you love this, don’t you? You love having your lips wrapped around my cock, desperate to drink my come. You’re such a slut, Hyuk, but you’re my slut.”
Eunhyuk nods feverishly as his mouth sucked and lapped, so deprived of the salty, musky taste of Donghae that he’d be willing to fuck himself with his fingers if it would just relieve his aching want. Unexpectedly, he scrapes his teeth against the responsive cock and it literally jumped into his mouth at the slight pain.
It was thrilling- it was also so sickly pornographic, but the both of them loved it. Spurred on by the unbelievable heat that was wrapped around his arousal, Donghae latched a free hand onto Eunhyuk’s cock, pumping it at a steady speed, occasionally twisting here and there to induce the throaty moans that often made Donghae question how long he would last, really. Eunhyuk’s moans vibrated up his own length, causing him to buck automatically into Hyukjae’s welcoming mouth, searching madly for that hum, that fucking wet heat that he needed to come into.
“H-Hyukjae, look into the mirror. Watch yourself suck me.” Donghae hissed loudly.
Eunhyuk obediently twisted his head to the left and the mere sight of the both of them nearly made him come, if not for the constricting hold around the base of his cock once again. They were a mass of limbs- two men thoroughly fucking each other from back to front, each of their expressions clouded with lust and when suddenly Donghae bent his head down and licked unhurriedly at Eunhyuk’s opening, coating it easily with a shimmering layer of saliva. The dancer bent off the sink into a perfect arc, low, throaty pants of pleasure escaping from his half-open mouth, ranging between groans of pleasure and wanton whines. Donghae, delighted at how beautifully Eunhyuk reacted to his stimulus and with one light thrust, slid his tongue into Hyukjae’s ass, egged on by the erotic moans that were escaping Eunhyuk’s throat.
“NGH!!!” Eunhyuk screamed, his mind completely broken down by the fact that fuck, it was Donghae with his fucking tongue up his ass, and it felt so fucking good. Donghae cried out at the same time when Eunhyuk whimpered into his cock, the vibrations and constant movement mounted into something he couldn’t hold in for much longer and his hand pumped furiously at the erection, reflecting the sensations back into Eunhyuk as he groaned, his mouth whispering a weak “Donghae…” around his cock. Donghae’s only response was to probe into the incredibly tight heat of Hyukjae’s until he found what he was looking for and with just a light nudge with his tongue into the little bundle of nerves deep inside his entrance, and Eunhyuk screamed and would have definitely come if it wasn’t for those damn unrelenting fingers, the shuddering sensation charging through Donghae as he suddenly pulled out of Eunhyuk’s complying mouth and with a spin, pulled Eunhyuk off the sink and had pressed him forcefully against the massive, extended mirror that stretched out to the other end of the isolated bathroom, both men on their knees. Eunhyuk hissed at the contrasting cold of the glass that he was pressed on against the searing heat both he and Donghae radiated.
“Hae,” Eunhyuk whined softy, tilting his head backwards and capturing Donghae’s stunned mouth in a passionate kiss, “the mirror’s so cold…”
Donghae’s cock hardened in record time as he smiled into the kiss, allowing his fingers to run up and down Eunhyuk’s sides delicately, hovering dangerous close to his lover’s own erection.
“We’ll just have to warm each other up then.”
Donghae had quickly rested two fingers suggestively on to Eunhyuk’s petal-soft lips, his other hand calmly massaging Eunhyuk’s poker-straight erection in front of the mirror.
“Suck them, Hyukjae, or I’ll take you dry.”
Eyes hooded with desire, Eunhyuk puckered his lips to allow Donghae’s digits to slide smoothly into his mouth and ran his tongue sensually at an agonizingly slow pace and kneaded them with the back of his tongue, swirling around the sensitive fingertips. Donghae, however, although he felt the throbbing ache in his cock increase as the hotness wrapped around his fingers turned him on badly, was unresponsive as he rested his chin on Eunhyuk’s bare shoulder, and had proceeded to nip and lick at the beautiful neck, his large, brown eyes fixated on the image reflected in the mirror all the while. Eunhyuk soon felt his rational thinking fade as his mouth opened, the pants that were coming out were no longer controlled and Donghae quietly pulled his fingers out, drenched with saliva and without warning, slid the digits into Eunhyuk’s tight heat, and leaned forwards to lick the dripping saliva from Eunhyuk’s mouth. Eunhyuk bit on his lip to fight back the tears that were slowly forming in his eyes as Donghae’s fingered scissored him, pushing at the tight muscles.
“Hae- it stings!” Donghae moved his hand faster and harder against Eunhyuk’s cock, hoping that it would distract him from the pain.
“Shh, Hyukkie, just relax.” The younger male grinned sexily and still with his fingers in Eunhyuk’s hole, ground his own madly twitching arousal into the other, slipping his dripping wet cock between Eunhyuk’s sensitive thighs and rubbed, hard. A guttural moan ripped from Eunhyuk’s throat as he jerked violently at the feel of hot, searing liquid drip down his thighs as Donghae fucked him with his fingers and rubbed his insides raw.
“Hae, Hae, Hae, Hae…”
“Hm?” Eunhyuk’s knees almost gave way when Donghae licked a wet path up his right butt cheek, only managing to stay upright by clutching desperately at the steamed up surface of the mirror in front of him. Luckily, the moisture provided some suction and he held on- just.
“Please… I need you… in me… I need to feel you…now!” He cried out loud when Donghae bit hard into his ass, fingers driving up madly and Eunhyuk felt the tears trickle down in desperation and shoved his own ass up and down on Donghae’s fingers, sobbing as he fucked them, searching for the much needed friction inside. On the contrary, Donghae suddenly allowed his left hand to leave Eunhyuk’s cock, causing the boy to give another jerk- although in a different direction- and held his lover’s hips down forcefully.
Then, he flicked his fingers.
A scream was elicited from Hyukjae and in a split second, he was already calling out.
“Hae, please, just do it… it’s so fucking painful for me to wait…”
“Do what, Hyukkie?” He flicked his fingers again- not quite getting the spongy pad of nerves, but near.
“Ngh… Hae, please, just f-fuuuuucckkkk….” Eunhyuk’s last word was pulled out into a moan when Donghae’s cock ground harder into his thighs. He swore that he would fall unconscious if Donghae didn’t…
“Beg for it, Hyukkie. Beg for it like the whore you are.” Donghae hissed at him and he scraped his teeth down Hyukjae’s neck- it was then Eunhyuk’s pride went down the drain and he cried out, his lips bleeding from futile restraint,
“Ngh- Donghae, please fuck me senseless, please, please, please. Take me right now!”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
With his cock lathered in thick layers of lubricating precome, Donghae placed both hands next to where Eunhyuk’s were on the glass, and in one fast movement, shoved in.
“F-fuck, Hyukjae, you’re so fucking tight…” Donghae’s eyes slid to the back of his head as strangled moans of pure, glassy ecstasy bubbled up from his throat, thrusting in shallowly at first into the delicious, wet heat of Hyukjae’s entrance, his cavern. Eunhyuk’s back was curved into an inhuman position as he twisted and bent his body so far at the painful intrusion, whimpering with shots of pain shooting up his spine.
“Donghae, it hurts, so much, so, so much…”
Donghae quickly removed one hand from the fogged up mirror and fisted Eunhyuk’s pulsating cock, wanting to distract Eunhyuk from the stretching pain in his ass.
“Relax, Eunhyuk, and let me in.” Sighing in relief, Donghae felt the surrounding muscles soften and he quickly picked up the pace, pulling in and then snapping his hips forwards to meet the upwards movement of Hyukjae’s as they connected, Donghae’s cock already encased by pleasure all the way up to the hilt. Eunhyuk’s legs were shaking, shivering with bliss as Donghae’s cock rubbed against the walls of his insides, sending him closer and closer over the edge with each savouring thrust, the thick slapping sound of skin against skin echoing in the empty bathroom. But it wasn’t enough for Donghae to see Eunhyuk shaking or shivering- not when he could be feeling so much more and with a sinful, lustly smirk, he pulled out slowly, chuckling as he felt Eunhyuk’s body stiffen in front of him, the reflection’s lips mouthing silent indignations that ‘no, please, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, Hae’. Skilled, Donghae leant a little to the side, angling his direction and shoved, hard, back all the way into Eunhyuk and almost came when he saw the blood trickling down from his lover’s lips as he bit down, screaming in delirium when Donghae’s cock pressed hard against his prostrate, over and over and over again, like the world’s most sensual mantra- forwards, backwards, hitting that padded spot every single fucking time as both of them fucked against the mirror, playing the movie in erotic irony.
“Faster, Hae, faster damnit!” Eunhyuk spat out between a mixture of groans, pants, whimpering and excess noises such as ‘there, again’, ‘harder’ and ‘faster’. Donghae laughed and complied, although he himself was being driven insane by Eunhyuk’s insanely fuckable expression, his eyes half lidded with pleasure, his face flushed bright red as he was pushed harder against the blurred mirror that displayed the scene, exposing all corners of privacy. He loved it. May it be pornographic, crazed, perverted or horny, Donghae basked in relish at the velvet heat wrapped around him, moving up and down, up and down and oh, he too, was so close to release- the heat expanding, pooling at his stomach being all too willing to spurt out.
When Donghae slammed wildly into Eunhyuk once last time, the latter came violently, due to his earlier orgasm denial, spraying white, sticky liquid all over the mirror in front of him, Donghae’s hand and all up his toned upper torso. The instant Eunhyuk’s ring muscles clamped themselves hard around Donghae’s cock, said person let go, emptying his seed into Eunhyuk, burrowing his cock deeper with a low groan of satisfaction.
Gingerly, Donghae gripped Eunhyuk’s shoulders and pulled out carefully, knowing all too well that the boy would most likely have difficulties walking for the next week. Eunhyuk immediately collapsed, his sweaty figure lying carelessly on Donghae, chest rising and falling with each shuddering breath he took to come down from his high.
“Donghae. Donghae!” Eunhyuk shook his lover’s shoulders lightly as he was slowly drifting off.
“Hn? Oh, right.” Mumbled Donghae blearily and he hopped down from the counter nimbly, his hand patting his mouth as he yawned. “Coming down, Hyukkie?”
Hyukjae nodded mutely as a small smile formed on his face as he quietly pulled his briefs and trousers on- following the other’s each and every moment as he too, slipped on his underwear, pants and shirt, bending down slowly to tie up his shoes again. Donghae frowned, and his head snapped up, catching a guilty Hyukjae mid-stare.
“What?”
“I love you, Hae.”
Donghae took several long strides towards Hyukjae and gathered the come that was still dripping down Eunhyuk’s chest into his hands, lapping greedily at the musky fluid that tasted so much of Eunhyuk. Grinning wickedly as he stuck his tongue out seductively and licked off the last traces off his own fingers, one by one.
“What are you trying to do, Hae?”
“I don’t know, getting you hard again?”
“But we just had sex!” Donghae felt his cheeks flush a light pink and almost melted to the floor in a pile of gloop when he saw Hyukjae’s cute pout with his red lips puckered out.
“I know. But it doesn’t mean we’ll have to stop once we get back to the dorms. Besides-“ he ran his tongue over his thick, swollen lips, picking Hyukjae’s discarded shirt off the floor and slipping it tenderly back onto him again, “-who said I had forgiven you?”
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“Donghae-hyung, Hyukjae-hyung,” whispered a nervous Siwon, who had practically sprung forth onto his feet the instant the door handle to the flat turned in its place.
Donghae turned his ruffled head over to face Siwon, his expression aloof.
“Yeah, Siwonnie?”
“I-I thought you were.. you know, still very mad at us…”
“Well, yes, I am, but that’s fine. Someone else is paying up.”
Siwon could only stare at the two retreating backs as they trampled gracelessly into Eunhyuk’s room and sighed, running long fingers through his perfectly gelled hair, as he heard the lock turn.