why hyukjae doesn't need porn
why hyukjae doesn't need porn
eunhae; nc-17; crack, smut; 1604 w
hyukjae decides that trying out kinks from bad porn flicks is a good idea. except it isn't really.
the fic is bonomanic 's fault, the glove kink is canttakeabreath 's fault. for canttakeabreath as a kind of get-well-soon fic.
It wasn’t a very good porn flick at all, with a boring theme, too much talking before the actual deed and weird camera angles, and Hyukjae finds that Donghae is actually falling asleep. That wouldn’t do at all, of course, because the reason why he downloaded this flick in the first place was, for lack of an alternative word, to get laid, and the flick had promised to be kinky and hot and all sorts of things you would want your average porn flick to be.
Except it really wasn’t.
But Hyukjae didn’t have the time to think about what porn flicks should be; all he wanted was to get laid, and the flick did after all have a kink, because on the screen the lead is on the bed with his hands tied to the bedposts, writhing in apparent ecstasy. Maybe that would work. Hyukjae nudges Donghae’s calf with his sock-clothed foot; Donghae mumbles incoherency and swats at air a metre from the offending foot.
“Hae,” Hyukjae pokes his bony elbow into Donghae’s arm, “wake up,” and Donghae blinks open sleep-lidded eyes. “What? We have the music video filming tomorrow, I want to sleep. This shit is boring anyway,” Donghae stands up and pulls Hyukjae to his feet.
“Hae,” Hyukjae tries to keep the whine and desperation out of his voice, “do you want to try that?” He points at the screen, where one of the leads was sucking the other’s cock and looking very pleased indeed. Donghae shoots him an are-you-serious-right-now kind of look and Hyukjae thinks he’d better bring out the big guns or his crotch might explode.
“Please?” Hyukjae drops his voice, dipping two fingers down Donghae’s jeans, tracing a slow trail lower, lower, and grazing Donghae’s lip with his teeth. The jeans are too tight for his fingers to reach any kind of sexy position, but it’s okay because he sees a hint of lust in Donghae’s eyes.
“Okay,” Donghae grins, and crushes Hyukjae’s lips with a hungry kiss, much to Hyukjae’s relief. Hyukjae pulls the two of them into his bedroom (for fear of having one of the members chance upon them again, god the scandalized looks Siwon had given him for a month that one time they’d decided fucking on the living room floor was a good idea) and pushes Donghae on his bed, scrabbling in the drawers for velvet sashes he had ordered online and hid in his underwear drawer.
Except he doesn’t have the velvet sashes in his drawers.
“My sashes are gone!” He turns to Donghae, a look of panic registering on his face (possibly, stolen by a fan? Had she sneaked into his bedroom and rifled through his underwear? Or, possibly, Heechul?). Donghae groans and pushes past him to grab a belt, yanking Hyukjae’s arm up to tie it to the bedpost. Donghae grins and straddles Hyukjae’s hips, his hands just above Hyukjae’s shoulders, and bends down to his lips in a crushing kiss. Hyukjae’s free arm scrabbles at Donghae’s shirt, skimming across the ridges, a nipple, and feels Donghae do the same to him.
That’s when Hyukjae realises that his t-shirt is still on.
“Fuck,” Donghae pulls away, and it is solid awkward as he fumbles with the belt to release Hyukjae so he can take off his shirt. Hyukjae feels his ears turning red and he can’t really look at Donghae, but Donghae quickly redoes the knot after they are divested of any interfering clothing, and bends down again to lick down the ridge between Hyukjae’s abs, so it’s okay. It’s even more okay when Donghae’s tongue is on Hyukjae’s member, a tickling trail of moisture down to the tip, and really fucking okay when Donghae’s entire mouth slides up Hyukjae’s shaft, all the way to the hilt.
Except Donghae sits up suddenly and swears, then rolls off Hyukjae to pull on his boxers. Hyukjae is very unpleasantly yanked from the wave of pleasure that had been crashing over his spine and sits up, “what the fuck?”
“I can’t get it up,” Donghae mumbles, “this kink is shitty.” He turns his back towards Hyukjae and pulls the blankets over himself, “I’m going to sleep.”
Hyukjae wants to throw several choice expletives at Donghae, but he can’t seem to get them past his throat or do anything else but splutter when his crotch is fucking burning and his left wrist is chaffed and burning as well (should have known only velvet would do), so he unties himself and jerks himself off, coming only an unsatisfactorily long time after, and yanks the blankets from Donghae after he takes a very cold shower.
Donghae is too deep in sleep to respond, so Hyukjae kicks Donghae in the ass for good measure.
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Hyukjae is woken up the next day very unpleasantly by rough handling, courtesy of Sungmin who practically throws him into the back of the car because they were “going to be late for the music video filming, thanks to you guys watching porn last night”, and is stuffed into his almost painfully tight outfit by the coordi noonas when they reach the SJM "Too Perfect" music video filming site. He notices, though, that Donghae’s outfit is equally tight and his pants make a very nice curve around his ass. He watches Donghae film his solo lip-synch parts and is rather drawn to the shadow the lights form on Donghae’s collarbone, the ridge of his jaw as he throws his head, and the way Donghae’s outfit hugs his form very well. Very, very well indeed.
He feels his pants get tighter - okay, not his fault, Donghae had been a jerk yesterday and getting off on your own just isn’t the same - and Donghae just has to come over and give him one of those grins and pat him on the ass just for the hell of it, right before Hyukjae has his turn to film. He discovers the difficulties of trying to look hot and not focusing on his brain being in his pants at the same time; he has quite a number of retakes and the director is getting increasingly annoyed, but luckily a look that he throws Donghae (namely, the I-would-like-to-fuck-you-right-now look) wraps up his shoot and he near drags Donghae to the toilet.
“What?” Donghae sputters, before he is backed up against the wall of a toilet stall and Hyukjae is kissing him with a rough ferocity, pulling his tongue over Donghae’s lips, jawline, collarbones. It doesn’t take long for Donghae to react, and they scrabble at each other’s clothes; their pants are soon pooled on the floor.
“What the fuck is that,” Donghae watches as Hyukjae empties the contents of a bottle over his gloves; they become slick and soft with the shine. “Bronzer oil,” Hyukjae grins, mentally clapping himself on the back for remembering to swipe it out of the coordi noonas’ supplies bag a while ago. There is something about Donghae just in an unbuttoned dress shirt and glistening with sweat that brings Hyukjae to his knees, and that’s where he finds himself perfectly positioned to take Donghae down his throat, so he does. He feels Donghae’s nails digging into his shoulders; it hurts, but it hurts so fucking good. Donghae thrusts his hips, bucking deeper into Hyukjae’s mouth and Hyukjae leans back a little to trace his tongue down Donghae’s member and tongue the slit. He can see Donghae clenching his fist in want so hard his knuckles turn white, and Hyukjae decides that’s enough fucking his throat Donghae has done.
He gets to his feet and promptly cuts off Donghae’s spluttering protests with a kiss, hard and fast and rough just the way he likes it. His crotch is ready to explode, lust is blazing fiery trails through his veins, his heart is crashing staccato beats against his ribs; it’s all too fast, but it just isn’t enough.
A lick at Donghae’s neck and a nail over Hyukjae’s nipple later Hyukjae has Donghae bent over the toilet seat, his hands propping himself up and Hyukjae is slipping two gloved, oil-slicked fingers in him. There isn’t much space in the toilet stall; the door is cool against Hyukjae’s ass, but it’s okay as long as Donghae’s skin is on his. Hyukjae keeps his other hand on Donghae’s hip, tracing the hipbone, pressing down hard enough to bruise but then soothing it again with those oil-slicked, smooth, butter soft fingers. He pumps in and out of Donghae, stretches his fingers, and Donghae lets out a pretty loud curse so Hyukjae has to clamp his free hand over Donghae’s mouth, “sshhh, they’ll hear us!”
Donghae hurls muffled curses behind Hyukjae’s glove, and Hyukjae is pretty sure it hurts something bad, but he doesn’t feel bad about it, really, after he pushes his erection in and feels Donghae warm and tight and fucking good around him. Donghae is soon bucking against him, pushing Hyukjae deeper inside himself, and Hyukjae snakes a hand round Donghae to wrap his gloved fingers round Donghae’s member. A few more thrusts, then Hyukjae comes undone inside Donghae with a stutter, satisfyingly so, and Donghae releases himself, coating Hyukjae’s gloved fingers with come.
They slump against the wall, Hyukjae with his arm around Donghae’s abdomen, and catch their breath for a second, Hyukjae drunkenly laughing in contentment, “I’m glad you were an asshole yesterday.” He sticks his fingers in Donghae’s mouth, and soon Donghae is too busy sucking on the rest of his come to retort. Hyukjae decides that he’ll never reference ideas from porn flicks again; the stuff he comes up with when he’s hard and desperate is a million times better anyway.
eunhae; nc-17; crack, smut; 1604 w
hyukjae decides that trying out kinks from bad porn flicks is a good idea. except it isn't really.
the fic is bonomanic 's fault, the glove kink is canttakeabreath 's fault. for canttakeabreath as a kind of get-well-soon fic.
It wasn’t a very good porn flick at all, with a boring theme, too much talking before the actual deed and weird camera angles, and Hyukjae finds that Donghae is actually falling asleep. That wouldn’t do at all, of course, because the reason why he downloaded this flick in the first place was, for lack of an alternative word, to get laid, and the flick had promised to be kinky and hot and all sorts of things you would want your average porn flick to be.
Except it really wasn’t.
But Hyukjae didn’t have the time to think about what porn flicks should be; all he wanted was to get laid, and the flick did after all have a kink, because on the screen the lead is on the bed with his hands tied to the bedposts, writhing in apparent ecstasy. Maybe that would work. Hyukjae nudges Donghae’s calf with his sock-clothed foot; Donghae mumbles incoherency and swats at air a metre from the offending foot.
“Hae,” Hyukjae pokes his bony elbow into Donghae’s arm, “wake up,” and Donghae blinks open sleep-lidded eyes. “What? We have the music video filming tomorrow, I want to sleep. This shit is boring anyway,” Donghae stands up and pulls Hyukjae to his feet.
“Hae,” Hyukjae tries to keep the whine and desperation out of his voice, “do you want to try that?” He points at the screen, where one of the leads was sucking the other’s cock and looking very pleased indeed. Donghae shoots him an are-you-serious-right-now kind of look and Hyukjae thinks he’d better bring out the big guns or his crotch might explode.
“Please?” Hyukjae drops his voice, dipping two fingers down Donghae’s jeans, tracing a slow trail lower, lower, and grazing Donghae’s lip with his teeth. The jeans are too tight for his fingers to reach any kind of sexy position, but it’s okay because he sees a hint of lust in Donghae’s eyes.
“Okay,” Donghae grins, and crushes Hyukjae’s lips with a hungry kiss, much to Hyukjae’s relief. Hyukjae pulls the two of them into his bedroom (for fear of having one of the members chance upon them again, god the scandalized looks Siwon had given him for a month that one time they’d decided fucking on the living room floor was a good idea) and pushes Donghae on his bed, scrabbling in the drawers for velvet sashes he had ordered online and hid in his underwear drawer.
Except he doesn’t have the velvet sashes in his drawers.
“My sashes are gone!” He turns to Donghae, a look of panic registering on his face (possibly, stolen by a fan? Had she sneaked into his bedroom and rifled through his underwear? Or, possibly, Heechul?). Donghae groans and pushes past him to grab a belt, yanking Hyukjae’s arm up to tie it to the bedpost. Donghae grins and straddles Hyukjae’s hips, his hands just above Hyukjae’s shoulders, and bends down to his lips in a crushing kiss. Hyukjae’s free arm scrabbles at Donghae’s shirt, skimming across the ridges, a nipple, and feels Donghae do the same to him.
That’s when Hyukjae realises that his t-shirt is still on.
“Fuck,” Donghae pulls away, and it is solid awkward as he fumbles with the belt to release Hyukjae so he can take off his shirt. Hyukjae feels his ears turning red and he can’t really look at Donghae, but Donghae quickly redoes the knot after they are divested of any interfering clothing, and bends down again to lick down the ridge between Hyukjae’s abs, so it’s okay. It’s even more okay when Donghae’s tongue is on Hyukjae’s member, a tickling trail of moisture down to the tip, and really fucking okay when Donghae’s entire mouth slides up Hyukjae’s shaft, all the way to the hilt.
Except Donghae sits up suddenly and swears, then rolls off Hyukjae to pull on his boxers. Hyukjae is very unpleasantly yanked from the wave of pleasure that had been crashing over his spine and sits up, “what the fuck?”
“I can’t get it up,” Donghae mumbles, “this kink is shitty.” He turns his back towards Hyukjae and pulls the blankets over himself, “I’m going to sleep.”
Hyukjae wants to throw several choice expletives at Donghae, but he can’t seem to get them past his throat or do anything else but splutter when his crotch is fucking burning and his left wrist is chaffed and burning as well (should have known only velvet would do), so he unties himself and jerks himself off, coming only an unsatisfactorily long time after, and yanks the blankets from Donghae after he takes a very cold shower.
Donghae is too deep in sleep to respond, so Hyukjae kicks Donghae in the ass for good measure.
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Hyukjae is woken up the next day very unpleasantly by rough handling, courtesy of Sungmin who practically throws him into the back of the car because they were “going to be late for the music video filming, thanks to you guys watching porn last night”, and is stuffed into his almost painfully tight outfit by the coordi noonas when they reach the SJM "Too Perfect" music video filming site. He notices, though, that Donghae’s outfit is equally tight and his pants make a very nice curve around his ass. He watches Donghae film his solo lip-synch parts and is rather drawn to the shadow the lights form on Donghae’s collarbone, the ridge of his jaw as he throws his head, and the way Donghae’s outfit hugs his form very well. Very, very well indeed.
He feels his pants get tighter - okay, not his fault, Donghae had been a jerk yesterday and getting off on your own just isn’t the same - and Donghae just has to come over and give him one of those grins and pat him on the ass just for the hell of it, right before Hyukjae has his turn to film. He discovers the difficulties of trying to look hot and not focusing on his brain being in his pants at the same time; he has quite a number of retakes and the director is getting increasingly annoyed, but luckily a look that he throws Donghae (namely, the I-would-like-to-fuck-you-right-now look) wraps up his shoot and he near drags Donghae to the toilet.
“What?” Donghae sputters, before he is backed up against the wall of a toilet stall and Hyukjae is kissing him with a rough ferocity, pulling his tongue over Donghae’s lips, jawline, collarbones. It doesn’t take long for Donghae to react, and they scrabble at each other’s clothes; their pants are soon pooled on the floor.
“What the fuck is that,” Donghae watches as Hyukjae empties the contents of a bottle over his gloves; they become slick and soft with the shine. “Bronzer oil,” Hyukjae grins, mentally clapping himself on the back for remembering to swipe it out of the coordi noonas’ supplies bag a while ago. There is something about Donghae just in an unbuttoned dress shirt and glistening with sweat that brings Hyukjae to his knees, and that’s where he finds himself perfectly positioned to take Donghae down his throat, so he does. He feels Donghae’s nails digging into his shoulders; it hurts, but it hurts so fucking good. Donghae thrusts his hips, bucking deeper into Hyukjae’s mouth and Hyukjae leans back a little to trace his tongue down Donghae’s member and tongue the slit. He can see Donghae clenching his fist in want so hard his knuckles turn white, and Hyukjae decides that’s enough fucking his throat Donghae has done.
He gets to his feet and promptly cuts off Donghae’s spluttering protests with a kiss, hard and fast and rough just the way he likes it. His crotch is ready to explode, lust is blazing fiery trails through his veins, his heart is crashing staccato beats against his ribs; it’s all too fast, but it just isn’t enough.
A lick at Donghae’s neck and a nail over Hyukjae’s nipple later Hyukjae has Donghae bent over the toilet seat, his hands propping himself up and Hyukjae is slipping two gloved, oil-slicked fingers in him. There isn’t much space in the toilet stall; the door is cool against Hyukjae’s ass, but it’s okay as long as Donghae’s skin is on his. Hyukjae keeps his other hand on Donghae’s hip, tracing the hipbone, pressing down hard enough to bruise but then soothing it again with those oil-slicked, smooth, butter soft fingers. He pumps in and out of Donghae, stretches his fingers, and Donghae lets out a pretty loud curse so Hyukjae has to clamp his free hand over Donghae’s mouth, “sshhh, they’ll hear us!”
Donghae hurls muffled curses behind Hyukjae’s glove, and Hyukjae is pretty sure it hurts something bad, but he doesn’t feel bad about it, really, after he pushes his erection in and feels Donghae warm and tight and fucking good around him. Donghae is soon bucking against him, pushing Hyukjae deeper inside himself, and Hyukjae snakes a hand round Donghae to wrap his gloved fingers round Donghae’s member. A few more thrusts, then Hyukjae comes undone inside Donghae with a stutter, satisfyingly so, and Donghae releases himself, coating Hyukjae’s gloved fingers with come.
They slump against the wall, Hyukjae with his arm around Donghae’s abdomen, and catch their breath for a second, Hyukjae drunkenly laughing in contentment, “I’m glad you were an asshole yesterday.” He sticks his fingers in Donghae’s mouth, and soon Donghae is too busy sucking on the rest of his come to retort. Hyukjae decides that he’ll never reference ideas from porn flicks again; the stuff he comes up with when he’s hard and desperate is a million times better anyway.