Back to School
For the HaeHyuk Autumn Contest
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Title: Back to School
Author: omona_shi
Pair: Eunhyuk/Donghae
Genre: Smut.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: ANOTHER FAIL PLOT. And smut.
Summary: In most people's minds, the last day of cram school should be more relaxing, a one day summer holiday. But not Hyukjae's.
A/N: This is unbeta-ed and I haven't had the time to read through it the second time and edit it either because of the sheer amount of stuff I have to do (e.g. Biology Mock, Physics Mock, Food Tech Test, History Coursework, Maths Homework) so forgive me for the obvious degredation of quality near the end.
Thank you for reading! ^^
Back to School
A HaeHyuk !smut Oneshot
“Does anyone know the answer? Hyukjae-shi?”
Slowly, he pulls his arm down, glances at the board for confirmation one last time and speaks up,
“Using the past participle.”
“Well done. Now…”
It has been like that for the whole lesson. He’d have thought that today, being the last day of cram school and tomorrow as the first day of school, life would be slightly more lenient, but no. It’s just as bad as the beginning of the study-orientated summer, if not worse. There’s a gaze that he knows is on him throughout the whole lesson, and although Hyukjae’s tried to ignore it for the first half of class, it was unnerving and quickly he drops his head again after answering the question, afraid of looking up and meeting that person’s eyes. He doesn’t know why that person continues to watch him so with that hungry, cocky smirk- he has only met his eyes once, and that was enough to send a wave of goose bumps all over his body and he has learnt not to look up in this lesson again.
Who is that guy? He had asked a few of the passer bys earlier (because, give or take, the unknown boy was fine) but the only reply had been a nonchalant I don’t know, never seen him around before. Go ask him. Hyukjae had desperately wanted to, but he’s too freaked out to do anything about that now. He shakes his head at his text book and instead turns the page unnecessarily with a trembling hand.
Fourteen minutes and twenty three seconds later- Hyukjae had been counting until he could finally leave- the bell rings. He instantly jumps out of his seat, almost knocking over his desk chair and alarming the rest of the class, and stuffs his books frantically into his tattered school bag. He rushes like his life depended on it and he has never felt so thankful for the annoying blare of the school bell which signified the end of this ridiculously uncomfortable English lesson. The moment he bounds across the line defining the classroom, he literally feels his heart soar in relief.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
All of a sudden, a hand reaches out from behind the open doorway and pulls viciously at his shirt, throwing him and his temporary joy off balance and into the front of a grey school locker riddled with scratches and rough cuttings of magazines stuck to the front. It hurts, and Hyukjae looks up wildly only to see exactly the same face that has been tormenting him for two solid hours with that exact same devilish smirk the stranger had on now.
He writhes reflexively, trying to escape from the hand that has the front of his school shirt in a ball in his fist, holding a defenceless Hyukjae against him.
“You know I’ve been watching you the whole day, aren’t you going to do anything about that?”
Hyukjae snaps his head up at that, glaring resolutely at the boy defensively.
“No, I thought you’d be decent enough to stop doing it sooner or later. It seems I was wrong.”
Much to his surprise, the boy laughs and grins lopsidedly and Hyukjae feels a voluntary and unwanted jolt as his heart flips over. What the hell Hyukjae thinks irately to himself why am I reacting like this?
“Yes, Hyukjae-shi, you were wrong.”
Hyukjae’s eyes shoot wide open when he feels a probing hand sneaking down his shirt, the light fingers flitting across each button teasingly.
“W-what…?”
The only reply he receives from the boy is a seductive lick across a pair of full, luscious lips as he allows his gaze to follow the dark pink tip that retreats back into what he guesses is a hot, wet cavern of the perfectly shaped mouth. Suddenly, the sea of people behind the both of them occupying endless rows of lockers don’t seem to matter that much anymore.
Hyukjae gulps, praying that the boy doesn’t notice and that he’d just stop doing this to him, but the boy does notice, and slowly, sensually, leans forwards with half-lidded eyes and runs his tongue up Hyukjae’s Adam’s apple. An unfamiliar heat spreads through Hyukjae’s body and all he can think of now is that wetness, that coarse feel of a foreign tongue on one of his most sensitive body parts and fuck it if the unnecessary bulge in his pants doesn’t grow even larger.
“It seems like you like this, huh?”
Suddenly, Hyukjae is jolted back painfully into reality and his cheeks flush with an angry red as he tugs himself away from the boy’s grasp, doing his best to scramble away with his back against the cold, metal lockers.
“S-stop! What are you doing to me in broad daylight anyway?! I don’t even know you!”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll get to know me very well soon enough.”
Hyukjae’s face expands with heat when he realizes the meaning behind the phrase and he can’t help but drop his gaze embarrassedly. Why did this happen to him of all people? This mysteriously attractive boy appearing, cornering him in the school corridor and now he’s seducing him- the most degrading thing was, he’s undeniably aroused, and this boy knows that. There is a sudden jerk on Hyukjae’s shirt where the boy’s fist is still wrapped around and he is flung violently into a random classroom- empty by now as all the students had eagerly ran away the instant they were dismissed. The boy’s eyes flickers with amusement when he notices Hyukjae’s involuntary shiver and leans backwards, letting his white shirt go with a sharp ‘fffwp’.
“Well. Since we’re in here, let’s have a chat before we begin.”
“B-begin? What do you think you’re going to-“
“”How old are you, Hyukjae-shi?”
“S-seventeen.”
“That’s the same age as me- when’s your birthday?”
“April 4th.”
“I see. You’re older than me.” The boy grins mischievously, seeming almost entertained at the thought that he had complete physical control over an older stranger and with his hands stuck in his pant pockets carelessly he walks over to the windows, leaning sideways and staring down.
After a few seconds of silence, except for the occasional yell from outside the building, Hyukjae finds that he can’t bear the tension anymore and bursts out,
“Who are you and what do you want from me?”
The boy turns his head around slowly, rolling his neck around as if he had just woken up from a deep slumber and gazes hazily at Hyukjae with one eyebrow cocked up. Hyukjae blushes as the boy turns around at the fact that he is just so perfect- his wide, deep eyes enhanced by the yellow tinge of sunlight and his jaw line shaped so perfectly and Hyukjae could only imagine in his wildest dreams how it would feel as he ran his fingers over that strong face- wait, what?!
“Me? Don’t mind me, really. I’m just quite attracted to you for some reason. Once this is over, I’m sure you can easily forget this ever happened.”
“Forget?” Hyukjae is incredulous now, his pupils wide and his mouth agape in both horror and disbelief, “do you know what you’re trying to do to me? And you expect me to forget this?”
“What, you want to remember it? Since it’s something your body language practically yells out that you hate?”
“W-well…”
“Don’t you realize that I’m not holding onto you anymore? You can just run out if you want. I’m not forcing you to do anything.” The boy stares directly into Hyukjae’s eyes now, a new kind of indifference flickering in them, “physically, that is.”
There is a silence. After a few stunned moments, Hyukjae looks down and suddenly realizes that he hasn’t moved from his spot. Not one bit.
“So. You want be ravished by a stranger, after all that kicking and protesting and screaming down the corridors.”
“I…” Hyukjae stammers meekly. He can’t seem to be able to spit out that yes, he wants to leave and this is all so wrong, but nothing seems to listen to his rational thinking and he just stands there, his facial expression unchanging as he watches this beautiful boy advance closer with each slow, taunting step towards him, hips swaying oh-so-seductively with every movement. He becomes mute the instant the boy’s hands touch his face, surprisingly gently, and tilts his face up ever so slightly so the light fully illuminates the both frightened and guiltily interested face with golden rays, leaving shadows which enhances his striking features. There is absolutely no trace of guilt in the other boy’s expression and in a swift moment, has his hands wrapped around Hyukjae’s waist and his face is buried in his neck. Hyukjae tries not to jump at any unexpected contact, but he feels himself jerk slightly when light, petal lips graze softly against the sensitive skin of his neck.
“You smell so much of strawberry…” the boy whispers into the skin and Hyukjae chuckles dryly in spite of himself.
“I use strawberry scented shampoo.”
“I see.” That leads to a thin, delicate hand reaching up and tangling itself into Hyukjae’s soft highlighted hair and the fingers run soothingly through the strands. Hyukjae closes his eyes instinctively at the calming motion and relaxes into the regular friction that’s just so comforting.
However, that was not to last long when his mouth is suddenly smothered with another and his eyes flash open at the sudden intimate contact. There’s no chance for him to speak when the boy breathes onto his lips, a wicked hint in the tone,
“Donghae. My name is Donghae. I’m telling you because I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”
“E-excuse me?”
“Did you think I take it slow and caringly?” Donghae laughs- although it ends up as vibrations along Hyukjae’s lips and he opens them to gasp, but Donghae takes this opportunity and slides his tongue in, exploring each dip in his mouth ravenously. “Don’t be serious,” this time it comes out more as a wet mumble and Hyukjae shivers yet again at the vibration, but Donghae pulls away sharply again- causing Hyukjae to mourn silently over the lost contact.
“What are you doing?”
Donghae suddenly pushes him away, careful to hold Hyukjae at an arm’s length.
“What do you think I’m doing with you? You think I go slowly and ask if you’re ready to do this or something?” Donghae’s gaze hardens a little more and Hyukjae suddenly feels intimidated by the raw scrutiny he’s put under, “I’m not making love to you, Hyukjae-shi. We’re just having sex. Nothing more.’’
There’s this sudden jolt of pain down Hyukjae’s chest and he rubs at it, shocked at the uncalled for, piercing jab that feels like it’s cutting through his heart. He doesn’t know what it is, but he’s not bothered to pin it down by now.
“I know.”
“Good.”
There’s a sudden change in height when Donghae suddenly falls to his knees and very slowly, wraps his experienced tongue around each round, pale button of Hyukjae’s thin shirt and he swirls it around, undoing each one teasingly as he does so. The moisture begins to seep through Hyukjae’s shirt with each lick and he shudders at the cold sensations on his chest. His face flushes automatically when the tingling descends and he doesn’t know whether to curse or thank the fact that he had bought an oversized set of uniform that falls down lower than his hips and finishes below his zipper. Hyukjae can feel Donghae’s smirk with each button he undoes, reaching lower and lower…
Hyukjae finds himself breathless despite the fact that he had done nothing but stand there and he lets out a breath he doesn’t know he has been holding in disappointment when Donghae stops at the waistline of his trousers. Donghae sighs softly and with closed eyes, runs his moist tongue sensually back up Hyukjae’s now exposed torso, taking in each and every flavour of the strawberry sweetness and the slight saline taste of Hyukjae’s thin sheen of sweat. The tremors are coming regularly now and Hyukjae thinks that if this goes on for any longer his legs will give way underneath him- his thoughts being cut off by a sudden increased pressure along his abdomen muscles and Donghae swirls his tongue in a quick circle carelessly before continuing his way back up.
“D-donghae… I need to sit…”
There’s no reply except for a rather sly glint in his large, brown orbs and Hyukjae doesn’t really care anymore when he feels a hand venturing downwards to the obvious bulge in the loose, black fabric of school pants. He throws his head backwards; the beads of sweat running down freely even with the air conditioning on when Donghae pushes his palm expertly against Hyukjae’s covered erection, the other hooking its fingers around Hyukjae’s belt-hoops, pulling him closer, and instantly a desperate moan finds its way out of Hyukjae’s red lips, swollen from the biting.
Donghae clearly enjoys watching Hyukjae like this, rather aroused himself from the welcoming, needy sight in front of him and he can feel heat rushing downwards as well. He hadn’t expected this to be so… erotic, and this time he is the one who stops and stares, drinking in the view- Hyukjae raises his head back forwards, lust fully clouding his eyes when he feels Donghae stop moving his hand desperately, he bucks into the unresponsive warmth.
“Donghae… please… I need you touching me…”
“God, Hyukjae, you’re so needy.”
Donghae signs wistfully but no, he doesn’t move to touch Hyukjae but instead he slips a pair of slim fingers, into his own hot mouth and begins licking them. Hyukjae is completely speechless now, the sight of Donghae’s beautiful mouth shaping into a perfect ‘o’ as he sucks at those dainty fingers quickly disperses all ability to think rationally.
“Hyukjae…”
Hyukjae knows what Donghae is doing- the boy is already panting with want, but he still controls himself and takes his own, sweet time teasing Hyukjae to no end with all the twirling, sucking and the occasional drop of saliva that escapes from the corner of Donghae’s mouth as his eyes close in patient pleasure.
It’s bitterly painful the way his cock presses against his binding trousers and Hyukjae drops his hand lower and lower to the restricting bulge in his pants but before it reaches his zipper, it is violently thrown away to the left.
“What-“
“Shut up.” Comes the irritated reply and in a flash, both Hyukjae’s pants and boxers are pooled at his feet with one of Donghae’s swift tugs and the boy shivers at the wave of cold air of the air-conditioning that hits his lower region, now shamelessly exposed to the other male in front of him. It’s fairly embarrassing and humiliating when the fact that he’s completely naked whilst Donghae is completely clothed dawns on Hyukjae, but Donghae wastes no time in progressing as he spins Hyukjae around to face the remaining few desks that stand in an untainted row before him and shoves the two fingers into Hyukjae’s raw opening. Donghae almost smiles when he hears the sound of Hyukjae hissing in pain and moaning in pleasure at the same time. This is what he had wanted from the beginning from Hyukjae- the way Hyukjae’s fingers curl around the corners of the wooden desk as Donghae’s fingers slide up and down his hot cavern, scrubbing cruelly against the tight muscle; the way Hyukjae jerks when Donghae pulls them out abruptly and instead kneels down and reaches his pink tongue out to trace the edge of his hole.
Both of their eyes are closed, the unison of their erratically thumping hearts beating to the same rhythm of Hyukjae’s heated pants and the full throated groan comes when Donghae finally pushes in, tip still swirling as it enters. The precome is trickling freely from Hyukjae’s slit now and he’s on the verge of tears if he doesn’t do something with the ache for a touch. However, Donghae knows exactly what he wants to do and his lips twitch upwards wickedly and a quick hand lashes out to capture both of Hyukjae’s in a painful grip.
“No touching.”
“W-why?” Hyukjae is so far over the edge that he’s about to force his hands out of the man-made bondage but all of a sudden, he can’t, because he’s too busy arching backwards in ecstasy when Donghae’s tongue rubs leisurely against his prostrate. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before and his vision is clouded with white, the only thing he can process is how brilliant it feels as it rubs again and again and again against that spot. Donghae’s wiggles his tongue one last time, inducing an exquisite moan from the boy above him and pulls out carefully.
With a devious smirk, Donghae gets up and leans against Hyukjae’s half-upright back, causing him to whimper a little when the edge of the table presses a searing red line against his abdomen with the extra weight of another person against him.
“Did you like that, Hyukjae? Would you like me to do it again if you had the chance to- or would you like me to record it and you can jerk off to it when you’re alone?” whispers Donghae quietly against Hyukjae’s ear.
There can be no reply as Hyukjae’s eyes are watering from the explosive pain and his right palm against his mouth, trying to stem the flow of cries, as Donghae pushes his own erection into Hyukjae in one fluid movement. But Hyukjae’s eyes widen with nervousness anyway.
“Did you… did you put... put lube?”
It’s a sharp sound when Donghae laughs.
“Sorry- I don’t bring that sort of thing to cram lessons.”
Hyukjae bites back a curse when Donghae grinds his hips experimentally into him from behind and he can’t hold himself up any longer- being reduced into a heap on top of the table, moving against the slick shoving behind him. There’s an unexpected soft chuckle and Hyukjae sobs in relief when Donghae finally reaches forwards to wrap his hand around Hyukjae’s cock, shifting up and down the length at a regular pace. The pleasure is almost too much as Donghae runs his thumb against the slit of Hyukjae’s cock, smearing the dripping precome all over and thrusting in to the hilt at the exact same time. Neither of them have anything to say and Donghae reflexively bites down hard on Eunhyuk’s bare shoulder in pleasure when the latter pulls out himself and sits back down again, fucking himself desperately on Donghae.
“Please, please, please, please… Hae…”
Donghae tenses up a little at that, all movement halted. It has been a while since he has been called that and his eyes narrow and instead pumps Hyukjae’s cock harder and faster than before, thrusting in and out even more frantically, trying to take his mind off that little slip.
It’s not long until Hyukjae comes all onto the desk with Donghae’s name in a scream and said boy follows automatically when Hyukjae tightens around him, groaning, and the both of them are reduced to panting heaps of skin, the air musky and heavy from the scent of hot sex. Donghae is the first to recover from his floppy position on the floor, zipping up his pants delicately before gathering all Hyukjae’s clothes from the floor and placing it onto the desk next to him.
“I need to go now. You should too.”
There’s barely a reply except for a weak nod and Donghae’s expression softens and he reaches over to pick up Hyukjae’s discarded white school shirt and drapes it over him lightly before turning around and making his way to the door.
“Wait…”
It’s almost too eager, the speed at which Donghae spins right back around and stares at Hyukjae questioningly.
“Yeah?”
“Could I… could I have your number?”
“No.”
“Wh-“
Donghae’s eyes slide close, his mouth upturned unnoticeably and his right hand caresses Hyukjae’s still flushed cheek as Hyukjae also leans into the pair of warm lips that encase his own. Somehow, this one is different from all the others. It’s soft, and Hyukjae feels a spreading warmth in his chest when it deepens just very slightly, but this time Donghae doesn’t run his tongue against Hyukjae’s, demanding an entrance. No, it’s just a beautiful press of lips and it’s over too quickly for Hyukjae when Donghae pulls away, an unreadable expression in his eyes as he smiles softly.
“Donghae…”
By then, he’s gone.
- - - - -
“Welcome back, everyone! Today- oh, for goodness’ sake, Hyukjae, sit up- we have a new student joining our class.”
Of course, Hyukjae just shifts a bit, pretending to move, but he ends up in that same tired position on his desk with his eyes closed anyway. Who knew that his back would hurt so much after certain activities?
He doesn’t know when he falls asleep on his desk, but he jerks upwards violently when his name is called once again in an absolutely furious tone.
“Lee Hyukjae! Wake up and take your bag off the desk next to you!”
He’s more than immune to these sort of screams and he pushes his bag off the chair on his right obediently. Hyukjae lies back down again on the desk, contemplating whether it would be a good idea to go back to sleep because all of the girls in the class are just so suddenly noisy and squealing and all and it’s just so painful for his head to listen to that sort of noise pollution.
There’s a tap on his shoulder and Hyukjae snaps back up, eyes flickering around warily for the teacher. But, it wasn’t.
“D-Donghae?”
Hyukjae couldn’t believe his eyes. He even rubbed them a few times with his sleeve, but the grinning image of the boy wouldn’t disappear.
“Nice to meet you, Hyukjae.”
“Why are you here?”
“What? This is one of Korea’s best private schools- it wouldn’t be surprising for another student to apply here, would it?”
“N-No…”
“Anyway- why is registration in the middle of the day? Shouldn’t it be in the morning?”
“Who knows. Doesn’t really make a difference as long as we still have to sit here and waste thirty minutes of each day.”
It’s more awkward than expected to talk to Donghae like a normal person and Hyukjae’s glad for the second time he’s met this boy, that the bell rings fast enough for him to escape.
What he hadn’t expected, however, was Donghae striding up to him in the middle of lunch, to his table of friends, and flipping over his hand to scribble a series of numbers on Hyukjae’s palm.
In front of the whole seething population of females in the cafeteria.
Hyukjae could only blush at Donghae’s rather sexy smirk, and cry inside from all the death glares at the same time.
Damn this evil boy.
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Smut Theme
Title: Back to School
Author: omona_shi
Pair: Eunhyuk/Donghae
Genre: Smut.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: ANOTHER FAIL PLOT. And smut.
Summary: In most people's minds, the last day of cram school should be more relaxing, a one day summer holiday. But not Hyukjae's.
A/N: This is unbeta-ed and I haven't had the time to read through it the second time and edit it either because of the sheer amount of stuff I have to do (e.g. Biology Mock, Physics Mock, Food Tech Test, History Coursework, Maths Homework) so forgive me for the obvious degredation of quality near the end.
Thank you for reading! ^^
Back to School
A HaeHyuk !smut Oneshot
“Does anyone know the answer? Hyukjae-shi?”
Slowly, he pulls his arm down, glances at the board for confirmation one last time and speaks up,
“Using the past participle.”
“Well done. Now…”
It has been like that for the whole lesson. He’d have thought that today, being the last day of cram school and tomorrow as the first day of school, life would be slightly more lenient, but no. It’s just as bad as the beginning of the study-orientated summer, if not worse. There’s a gaze that he knows is on him throughout the whole lesson, and although Hyukjae’s tried to ignore it for the first half of class, it was unnerving and quickly he drops his head again after answering the question, afraid of looking up and meeting that person’s eyes. He doesn’t know why that person continues to watch him so with that hungry, cocky smirk- he has only met his eyes once, and that was enough to send a wave of goose bumps all over his body and he has learnt not to look up in this lesson again.
Who is that guy? He had asked a few of the passer bys earlier (because, give or take, the unknown boy was fine) but the only reply had been a nonchalant I don’t know, never seen him around before. Go ask him. Hyukjae had desperately wanted to, but he’s too freaked out to do anything about that now. He shakes his head at his text book and instead turns the page unnecessarily with a trembling hand.
Fourteen minutes and twenty three seconds later- Hyukjae had been counting until he could finally leave- the bell rings. He instantly jumps out of his seat, almost knocking over his desk chair and alarming the rest of the class, and stuffs his books frantically into his tattered school bag. He rushes like his life depended on it and he has never felt so thankful for the annoying blare of the school bell which signified the end of this ridiculously uncomfortable English lesson. The moment he bounds across the line defining the classroom, he literally feels his heart soar in relief.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
All of a sudden, a hand reaches out from behind the open doorway and pulls viciously at his shirt, throwing him and his temporary joy off balance and into the front of a grey school locker riddled with scratches and rough cuttings of magazines stuck to the front. It hurts, and Hyukjae looks up wildly only to see exactly the same face that has been tormenting him for two solid hours with that exact same devilish smirk the stranger had on now.
He writhes reflexively, trying to escape from the hand that has the front of his school shirt in a ball in his fist, holding a defenceless Hyukjae against him.
“You know I’ve been watching you the whole day, aren’t you going to do anything about that?”
Hyukjae snaps his head up at that, glaring resolutely at the boy defensively.
“No, I thought you’d be decent enough to stop doing it sooner or later. It seems I was wrong.”
Much to his surprise, the boy laughs and grins lopsidedly and Hyukjae feels a voluntary and unwanted jolt as his heart flips over. What the hell Hyukjae thinks irately to himself why am I reacting like this?
“Yes, Hyukjae-shi, you were wrong.”
Hyukjae’s eyes shoot wide open when he feels a probing hand sneaking down his shirt, the light fingers flitting across each button teasingly.
“W-what…?”
The only reply he receives from the boy is a seductive lick across a pair of full, luscious lips as he allows his gaze to follow the dark pink tip that retreats back into what he guesses is a hot, wet cavern of the perfectly shaped mouth. Suddenly, the sea of people behind the both of them occupying endless rows of lockers don’t seem to matter that much anymore.
Hyukjae gulps, praying that the boy doesn’t notice and that he’d just stop doing this to him, but the boy does notice, and slowly, sensually, leans forwards with half-lidded eyes and runs his tongue up Hyukjae’s Adam’s apple. An unfamiliar heat spreads through Hyukjae’s body and all he can think of now is that wetness, that coarse feel of a foreign tongue on one of his most sensitive body parts and fuck it if the unnecessary bulge in his pants doesn’t grow even larger.
“It seems like you like this, huh?”
Suddenly, Hyukjae is jolted back painfully into reality and his cheeks flush with an angry red as he tugs himself away from the boy’s grasp, doing his best to scramble away with his back against the cold, metal lockers.
“S-stop! What are you doing to me in broad daylight anyway?! I don’t even know you!”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll get to know me very well soon enough.”
Hyukjae’s face expands with heat when he realizes the meaning behind the phrase and he can’t help but drop his gaze embarrassedly. Why did this happen to him of all people? This mysteriously attractive boy appearing, cornering him in the school corridor and now he’s seducing him- the most degrading thing was, he’s undeniably aroused, and this boy knows that. There is a sudden jerk on Hyukjae’s shirt where the boy’s fist is still wrapped around and he is flung violently into a random classroom- empty by now as all the students had eagerly ran away the instant they were dismissed. The boy’s eyes flickers with amusement when he notices Hyukjae’s involuntary shiver and leans backwards, letting his white shirt go with a sharp ‘fffwp’.
“Well. Since we’re in here, let’s have a chat before we begin.”
“B-begin? What do you think you’re going to-“
“”How old are you, Hyukjae-shi?”
“S-seventeen.”
“That’s the same age as me- when’s your birthday?”
“April 4th.”
“I see. You’re older than me.” The boy grins mischievously, seeming almost entertained at the thought that he had complete physical control over an older stranger and with his hands stuck in his pant pockets carelessly he walks over to the windows, leaning sideways and staring down.
After a few seconds of silence, except for the occasional yell from outside the building, Hyukjae finds that he can’t bear the tension anymore and bursts out,
“Who are you and what do you want from me?”
The boy turns his head around slowly, rolling his neck around as if he had just woken up from a deep slumber and gazes hazily at Hyukjae with one eyebrow cocked up. Hyukjae blushes as the boy turns around at the fact that he is just so perfect- his wide, deep eyes enhanced by the yellow tinge of sunlight and his jaw line shaped so perfectly and Hyukjae could only imagine in his wildest dreams how it would feel as he ran his fingers over that strong face- wait, what?!
“Me? Don’t mind me, really. I’m just quite attracted to you for some reason. Once this is over, I’m sure you can easily forget this ever happened.”
“Forget?” Hyukjae is incredulous now, his pupils wide and his mouth agape in both horror and disbelief, “do you know what you’re trying to do to me? And you expect me to forget this?”
“What, you want to remember it? Since it’s something your body language practically yells out that you hate?”
“W-well…”
“Don’t you realize that I’m not holding onto you anymore? You can just run out if you want. I’m not forcing you to do anything.” The boy stares directly into Hyukjae’s eyes now, a new kind of indifference flickering in them, “physically, that is.”
There is a silence. After a few stunned moments, Hyukjae looks down and suddenly realizes that he hasn’t moved from his spot. Not one bit.
“So. You want be ravished by a stranger, after all that kicking and protesting and screaming down the corridors.”
“I…” Hyukjae stammers meekly. He can’t seem to be able to spit out that yes, he wants to leave and this is all so wrong, but nothing seems to listen to his rational thinking and he just stands there, his facial expression unchanging as he watches this beautiful boy advance closer with each slow, taunting step towards him, hips swaying oh-so-seductively with every movement. He becomes mute the instant the boy’s hands touch his face, surprisingly gently, and tilts his face up ever so slightly so the light fully illuminates the both frightened and guiltily interested face with golden rays, leaving shadows which enhances his striking features. There is absolutely no trace of guilt in the other boy’s expression and in a swift moment, has his hands wrapped around Hyukjae’s waist and his face is buried in his neck. Hyukjae tries not to jump at any unexpected contact, but he feels himself jerk slightly when light, petal lips graze softly against the sensitive skin of his neck.
“You smell so much of strawberry…” the boy whispers into the skin and Hyukjae chuckles dryly in spite of himself.
“I use strawberry scented shampoo.”
“I see.” That leads to a thin, delicate hand reaching up and tangling itself into Hyukjae’s soft highlighted hair and the fingers run soothingly through the strands. Hyukjae closes his eyes instinctively at the calming motion and relaxes into the regular friction that’s just so comforting.
However, that was not to last long when his mouth is suddenly smothered with another and his eyes flash open at the sudden intimate contact. There’s no chance for him to speak when the boy breathes onto his lips, a wicked hint in the tone,
“Donghae. My name is Donghae. I’m telling you because I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”
“E-excuse me?”
“Did you think I take it slow and caringly?” Donghae laughs- although it ends up as vibrations along Hyukjae’s lips and he opens them to gasp, but Donghae takes this opportunity and slides his tongue in, exploring each dip in his mouth ravenously. “Don’t be serious,” this time it comes out more as a wet mumble and Hyukjae shivers yet again at the vibration, but Donghae pulls away sharply again- causing Hyukjae to mourn silently over the lost contact.
“What are you doing?”
Donghae suddenly pushes him away, careful to hold Hyukjae at an arm’s length.
“What do you think I’m doing with you? You think I go slowly and ask if you’re ready to do this or something?” Donghae’s gaze hardens a little more and Hyukjae suddenly feels intimidated by the raw scrutiny he’s put under, “I’m not making love to you, Hyukjae-shi. We’re just having sex. Nothing more.’’
There’s this sudden jolt of pain down Hyukjae’s chest and he rubs at it, shocked at the uncalled for, piercing jab that feels like it’s cutting through his heart. He doesn’t know what it is, but he’s not bothered to pin it down by now.
“I know.”
“Good.”
There’s a sudden change in height when Donghae suddenly falls to his knees and very slowly, wraps his experienced tongue around each round, pale button of Hyukjae’s thin shirt and he swirls it around, undoing each one teasingly as he does so. The moisture begins to seep through Hyukjae’s shirt with each lick and he shudders at the cold sensations on his chest. His face flushes automatically when the tingling descends and he doesn’t know whether to curse or thank the fact that he had bought an oversized set of uniform that falls down lower than his hips and finishes below his zipper. Hyukjae can feel Donghae’s smirk with each button he undoes, reaching lower and lower…
Hyukjae finds himself breathless despite the fact that he had done nothing but stand there and he lets out a breath he doesn’t know he has been holding in disappointment when Donghae stops at the waistline of his trousers. Donghae sighs softly and with closed eyes, runs his moist tongue sensually back up Hyukjae’s now exposed torso, taking in each and every flavour of the strawberry sweetness and the slight saline taste of Hyukjae’s thin sheen of sweat. The tremors are coming regularly now and Hyukjae thinks that if this goes on for any longer his legs will give way underneath him- his thoughts being cut off by a sudden increased pressure along his abdomen muscles and Donghae swirls his tongue in a quick circle carelessly before continuing his way back up.
“D-donghae… I need to sit…”
There’s no reply except for a rather sly glint in his large, brown orbs and Hyukjae doesn’t really care anymore when he feels a hand venturing downwards to the obvious bulge in the loose, black fabric of school pants. He throws his head backwards; the beads of sweat running down freely even with the air conditioning on when Donghae pushes his palm expertly against Hyukjae’s covered erection, the other hooking its fingers around Hyukjae’s belt-hoops, pulling him closer, and instantly a desperate moan finds its way out of Hyukjae’s red lips, swollen from the biting.
Donghae clearly enjoys watching Hyukjae like this, rather aroused himself from the welcoming, needy sight in front of him and he can feel heat rushing downwards as well. He hadn’t expected this to be so… erotic, and this time he is the one who stops and stares, drinking in the view- Hyukjae raises his head back forwards, lust fully clouding his eyes when he feels Donghae stop moving his hand desperately, he bucks into the unresponsive warmth.
“Donghae… please… I need you touching me…”
“God, Hyukjae, you’re so needy.”
Donghae signs wistfully but no, he doesn’t move to touch Hyukjae but instead he slips a pair of slim fingers, into his own hot mouth and begins licking them. Hyukjae is completely speechless now, the sight of Donghae’s beautiful mouth shaping into a perfect ‘o’ as he sucks at those dainty fingers quickly disperses all ability to think rationally.
“Hyukjae…”
Hyukjae knows what Donghae is doing- the boy is already panting with want, but he still controls himself and takes his own, sweet time teasing Hyukjae to no end with all the twirling, sucking and the occasional drop of saliva that escapes from the corner of Donghae’s mouth as his eyes close in patient pleasure.
It’s bitterly painful the way his cock presses against his binding trousers and Hyukjae drops his hand lower and lower to the restricting bulge in his pants but before it reaches his zipper, it is violently thrown away to the left.
“What-“
“Shut up.” Comes the irritated reply and in a flash, both Hyukjae’s pants and boxers are pooled at his feet with one of Donghae’s swift tugs and the boy shivers at the wave of cold air of the air-conditioning that hits his lower region, now shamelessly exposed to the other male in front of him. It’s fairly embarrassing and humiliating when the fact that he’s completely naked whilst Donghae is completely clothed dawns on Hyukjae, but Donghae wastes no time in progressing as he spins Hyukjae around to face the remaining few desks that stand in an untainted row before him and shoves the two fingers into Hyukjae’s raw opening. Donghae almost smiles when he hears the sound of Hyukjae hissing in pain and moaning in pleasure at the same time. This is what he had wanted from the beginning from Hyukjae- the way Hyukjae’s fingers curl around the corners of the wooden desk as Donghae’s fingers slide up and down his hot cavern, scrubbing cruelly against the tight muscle; the way Hyukjae jerks when Donghae pulls them out abruptly and instead kneels down and reaches his pink tongue out to trace the edge of his hole.
Both of their eyes are closed, the unison of their erratically thumping hearts beating to the same rhythm of Hyukjae’s heated pants and the full throated groan comes when Donghae finally pushes in, tip still swirling as it enters. The precome is trickling freely from Hyukjae’s slit now and he’s on the verge of tears if he doesn’t do something with the ache for a touch. However, Donghae knows exactly what he wants to do and his lips twitch upwards wickedly and a quick hand lashes out to capture both of Hyukjae’s in a painful grip.
“No touching.”
“W-why?” Hyukjae is so far over the edge that he’s about to force his hands out of the man-made bondage but all of a sudden, he can’t, because he’s too busy arching backwards in ecstasy when Donghae’s tongue rubs leisurely against his prostrate. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before and his vision is clouded with white, the only thing he can process is how brilliant it feels as it rubs again and again and again against that spot. Donghae’s wiggles his tongue one last time, inducing an exquisite moan from the boy above him and pulls out carefully.
With a devious smirk, Donghae gets up and leans against Hyukjae’s half-upright back, causing him to whimper a little when the edge of the table presses a searing red line against his abdomen with the extra weight of another person against him.
“Did you like that, Hyukjae? Would you like me to do it again if you had the chance to- or would you like me to record it and you can jerk off to it when you’re alone?” whispers Donghae quietly against Hyukjae’s ear.
There can be no reply as Hyukjae’s eyes are watering from the explosive pain and his right palm against his mouth, trying to stem the flow of cries, as Donghae pushes his own erection into Hyukjae in one fluid movement. But Hyukjae’s eyes widen with nervousness anyway.
“Did you… did you put... put lube?”
It’s a sharp sound when Donghae laughs.
“Sorry- I don’t bring that sort of thing to cram lessons.”
Hyukjae bites back a curse when Donghae grinds his hips experimentally into him from behind and he can’t hold himself up any longer- being reduced into a heap on top of the table, moving against the slick shoving behind him. There’s an unexpected soft chuckle and Hyukjae sobs in relief when Donghae finally reaches forwards to wrap his hand around Hyukjae’s cock, shifting up and down the length at a regular pace. The pleasure is almost too much as Donghae runs his thumb against the slit of Hyukjae’s cock, smearing the dripping precome all over and thrusting in to the hilt at the exact same time. Neither of them have anything to say and Donghae reflexively bites down hard on Eunhyuk’s bare shoulder in pleasure when the latter pulls out himself and sits back down again, fucking himself desperately on Donghae.
“Please, please, please, please… Hae…”
Donghae tenses up a little at that, all movement halted. It has been a while since he has been called that and his eyes narrow and instead pumps Hyukjae’s cock harder and faster than before, thrusting in and out even more frantically, trying to take his mind off that little slip.
It’s not long until Hyukjae comes all onto the desk with Donghae’s name in a scream and said boy follows automatically when Hyukjae tightens around him, groaning, and the both of them are reduced to panting heaps of skin, the air musky and heavy from the scent of hot sex. Donghae is the first to recover from his floppy position on the floor, zipping up his pants delicately before gathering all Hyukjae’s clothes from the floor and placing it onto the desk next to him.
“I need to go now. You should too.”
There’s barely a reply except for a weak nod and Donghae’s expression softens and he reaches over to pick up Hyukjae’s discarded white school shirt and drapes it over him lightly before turning around and making his way to the door.
“Wait…”
It’s almost too eager, the speed at which Donghae spins right back around and stares at Hyukjae questioningly.
“Yeah?”
“Could I… could I have your number?”
“No.”
“Wh-“
Donghae’s eyes slide close, his mouth upturned unnoticeably and his right hand caresses Hyukjae’s still flushed cheek as Hyukjae also leans into the pair of warm lips that encase his own. Somehow, this one is different from all the others. It’s soft, and Hyukjae feels a spreading warmth in his chest when it deepens just very slightly, but this time Donghae doesn’t run his tongue against Hyukjae’s, demanding an entrance. No, it’s just a beautiful press of lips and it’s over too quickly for Hyukjae when Donghae pulls away, an unreadable expression in his eyes as he smiles softly.
“Donghae…”
By then, he’s gone.
- - - - -
“Welcome back, everyone! Today- oh, for goodness’ sake, Hyukjae, sit up- we have a new student joining our class.”
Of course, Hyukjae just shifts a bit, pretending to move, but he ends up in that same tired position on his desk with his eyes closed anyway. Who knew that his back would hurt so much after certain activities?
He doesn’t know when he falls asleep on his desk, but he jerks upwards violently when his name is called once again in an absolutely furious tone.
“Lee Hyukjae! Wake up and take your bag off the desk next to you!”
He’s more than immune to these sort of screams and he pushes his bag off the chair on his right obediently. Hyukjae lies back down again on the desk, contemplating whether it would be a good idea to go back to sleep because all of the girls in the class are just so suddenly noisy and squealing and all and it’s just so painful for his head to listen to that sort of noise pollution.
There’s a tap on his shoulder and Hyukjae snaps back up, eyes flickering around warily for the teacher. But, it wasn’t.
“D-Donghae?”
Hyukjae couldn’t believe his eyes. He even rubbed them a few times with his sleeve, but the grinning image of the boy wouldn’t disappear.
“Nice to meet you, Hyukjae.”
“Why are you here?”
“What? This is one of Korea’s best private schools- it wouldn’t be surprising for another student to apply here, would it?”
“N-No…”
“Anyway- why is registration in the middle of the day? Shouldn’t it be in the morning?”
“Who knows. Doesn’t really make a difference as long as we still have to sit here and waste thirty minutes of each day.”
It’s more awkward than expected to talk to Donghae like a normal person and Hyukjae’s glad for the second time he’s met this boy, that the bell rings fast enough for him to escape.
What he hadn’t expected, however, was Donghae striding up to him in the middle of lunch, to his table of friends, and flipping over his hand to scribble a series of numbers on Hyukjae’s palm.
In front of the whole seething population of females in the cafeteria.
Hyukjae could only blush at Donghae’s rather sexy smirk, and cry inside from all the death glares at the same time.
Damn this evil boy.
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