"Slipping Through My Fingers" / Super Junior / Eunhae / NC-17
Title: Slipping Through My Fingers
Author: hopeandmemory
Rating: NC-17
Fandom/Pairing: Super Junior, Eunhyuk/Donghae
Summary: The thing Eunhyuk misses most about Donghae is his hands.
Word Count: 597
Notes: canttakeabreath made me do it. As usual.
Hyukjae hates it when Super Junior-M promote. Well. It's not the promoting so much that he hates; it's great that Super Junior are expanding their musical horizons, and that Zhou Mi and Henry are getting well-deserved attention. But the all-consuming loneliness that falls upon him the second he and the hyungs wave goodbye to the SJ-M members makes him feel… empty. Like something more is missing, besides five of their members.
The sheets are cold, foreign when Hyukjae climbs into bed that night. It's weird, he thinks. He usually can't sleep more than an hour before a warm body presses up against his back, one leg flung around his hips, a face pressed into the crook of his shoulder. Donghae doesn't like to sleep alone, likes to use Hyukjae as his own personal pillow-slash-teddy bear, talks sleepy gibberish into his ear until Hyukjae threatens to make him sleep on the floor.
You wouldn't, Donghae says, a teasing note in his voice as he nuzzles his face harder against Hyukjae's neck, his hand sliding across the thin fabric of Hyukjae's t-shirt, the flat of his hand covering the sliver of skin between the hem of his shirt and the elastic of his pajama bottoms. Donghae's thigh rubs against Hyukjae's hips and Hyukjae shudders a little, a thrill of heat tingling in his chest.
No, Hyukjae always says, a little weakly, because Donghae always makes him feel ineffectual and helpless and even a little crazy, no, I wouldn't.
And that's when Donghae shifts, half-straddling Hyukjae's left leg, and slides his hand beneath the front of Hyukjae's pajama bottoms and boxer briefs, no teasing, no pretenses. Just a warm hand tugging down layers of fabric and releasing, circling his cock. Donghae's hands are little enigmas, not unlike the rest of him - sweet but fierce, innocent but sexy, fun but teasing. They're small, boyish, with slightly stubby fingers, the kind of hands that remind Hyukjae of fingerpainting and clumsily holding crayons.
Donghae's palm is soft, maybe a little sweaty from the heat of burrowing in so closely to Hyukjae, but the pads of his fingers are rough, callused from years of guitar playing. Hyukjae bites back a moan when Donghae corkscrews his hand, his fingertips dragging up the shaft and sending a shock of pleasure up through his belly. Hyukjae sucks in a breath and releases it shakily, his own hands reaching to clutch at Donghae's shirt, arms, shoulders, face, anything he can touch. Donghae tightens his grip in response, his arm rocking back and forth as he tugs at Hyukjae's cock.
Donghae's hands don't look strong, but they are. And the way he uses them is deft, careful--but unrelenting. He sees Hyukjae's back arch and only works his cock harder, faster; it's not about the endgame, but about pushing Hyukjae to his limits, the same way he pushes himself to his limits in everything he does, singing, dancing, composing and just living, being a decent human being, friend, lover--
Hyukjae gasps, curses on a breath, and comes, sticky and dripping onto Donghae's hand. But it's not Donghae's hand; it's his own now, pulling at his cock a few more times, emptying himself and settling bonelessly into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed.
His phone buzzes. Hyukjae scrambles for a tissue and cleans off his hand before keying in his password and flicking through his messages. 1 New Message, the display blinks, From: 이 동해.
I miss you.
Hyukjae flips open the keyboard.
I miss you, too.
FIN
Started: 12:36 a.m.
Finished: 1:30 a.m.
Author: hopeandmemory
Rating: NC-17
Fandom/Pairing: Super Junior, Eunhyuk/Donghae
Summary: The thing Eunhyuk misses most about Donghae is his hands.
Word Count: 597
Notes: canttakeabreath made me do it. As usual.
Hyukjae hates it when Super Junior-M promote. Well. It's not the promoting so much that he hates; it's great that Super Junior are expanding their musical horizons, and that Zhou Mi and Henry are getting well-deserved attention. But the all-consuming loneliness that falls upon him the second he and the hyungs wave goodbye to the SJ-M members makes him feel… empty. Like something more is missing, besides five of their members.
The sheets are cold, foreign when Hyukjae climbs into bed that night. It's weird, he thinks. He usually can't sleep more than an hour before a warm body presses up against his back, one leg flung around his hips, a face pressed into the crook of his shoulder. Donghae doesn't like to sleep alone, likes to use Hyukjae as his own personal pillow-slash-teddy bear, talks sleepy gibberish into his ear until Hyukjae threatens to make him sleep on the floor.
You wouldn't, Donghae says, a teasing note in his voice as he nuzzles his face harder against Hyukjae's neck, his hand sliding across the thin fabric of Hyukjae's t-shirt, the flat of his hand covering the sliver of skin between the hem of his shirt and the elastic of his pajama bottoms. Donghae's thigh rubs against Hyukjae's hips and Hyukjae shudders a little, a thrill of heat tingling in his chest.
No, Hyukjae always says, a little weakly, because Donghae always makes him feel ineffectual and helpless and even a little crazy, no, I wouldn't.
And that's when Donghae shifts, half-straddling Hyukjae's left leg, and slides his hand beneath the front of Hyukjae's pajama bottoms and boxer briefs, no teasing, no pretenses. Just a warm hand tugging down layers of fabric and releasing, circling his cock. Donghae's hands are little enigmas, not unlike the rest of him - sweet but fierce, innocent but sexy, fun but teasing. They're small, boyish, with slightly stubby fingers, the kind of hands that remind Hyukjae of fingerpainting and clumsily holding crayons.
Donghae's palm is soft, maybe a little sweaty from the heat of burrowing in so closely to Hyukjae, but the pads of his fingers are rough, callused from years of guitar playing. Hyukjae bites back a moan when Donghae corkscrews his hand, his fingertips dragging up the shaft and sending a shock of pleasure up through his belly. Hyukjae sucks in a breath and releases it shakily, his own hands reaching to clutch at Donghae's shirt, arms, shoulders, face, anything he can touch. Donghae tightens his grip in response, his arm rocking back and forth as he tugs at Hyukjae's cock.
Donghae's hands don't look strong, but they are. And the way he uses them is deft, careful--but unrelenting. He sees Hyukjae's back arch and only works his cock harder, faster; it's not about the endgame, but about pushing Hyukjae to his limits, the same way he pushes himself to his limits in everything he does, singing, dancing, composing and just living, being a decent human being, friend, lover--
Hyukjae gasps, curses on a breath, and comes, sticky and dripping onto Donghae's hand. But it's not Donghae's hand; it's his own now, pulling at his cock a few more times, emptying himself and settling bonelessly into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed.
His phone buzzes. Hyukjae scrambles for a tissue and cleans off his hand before keying in his password and flicking through his messages. 1 New Message, the display blinks, From: 이 동해.
I miss you.
Hyukjae flips open the keyboard.
I miss you, too.
FIN
Started: 12:36 a.m.
Finished: 1:30 a.m.