What China does...
mon unnie, heres your eunhanwook....although my bias slipped in. badly.
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WHAT CHINA DOES
It was nearing dawn, but the party was still going strong. Music blasted from the stereo, happy pop and crazy rock n roll long replaced by sensual music that seeped under the skin and made it tingle. Beer bottles lay everywhere, on the counter, on the floor and balanced precariously on laps.
Eunhyuk had unwisely arranged to have an early breakfast with his parents tomorrow morning and he couldn’t very well rock up drunk off his ass. So instead, whilst his bandmates danced and drank and partied like there’s no tomorrow, he sat on the couch between Sungmin giving a lapdance to Heechul and Leeteuk and Yesung on the other side, with their hands down each other’s pants. Eunhyuk hated his life.
When clothes started being shed and he saw Shiwon slumped against the wall still cradling his third beer, next to Kyuhyun who was still drinking his 13th, Eunhyuk decided enough was enough and made his escape. He passed Kyuhyun smirking and drawing a moustache and monobrow on Shiwon as he practically ran into the kitchen. The kitchen was safe, it was homely and Leeteuk had long banned anything other than cooking in that area.
Eunhyuk blinks and blinks again, shakes his head a little and wonders maybe someone had spiked the one beer he drank. Something must be wrong, because when he walked into the kitchen, he was met not with an empty room or even of food being cooked or devoured, but rather the sight of the M leader and their eternal magnae dancing together in the middle of the kitchen floor. Not just dancing, but grinding. They were fully clothed and they weren’t even making out, but somehow it was more erotic than what all the other members had been doing outside. Hankyung was behind Ryeowook, pressed in tight, an arm wrapped around the younger’s waist. Ryeowook had his head tilted back, leaning against the older’s shoulders, one hand wrapped around Hankyung’s neck.They were dancing, but they might as well be making love, the way Hankyung grinded into the younger’s butt and Ryeowook was pressing back with all he’s got.
Then he’s dancing with them, pressed in tight, Ryeowook surprisingly willing to give up that amazing spot for him. There’s hipthrusts and slow drags as the denim material of their jeans rubbed and slid. Eunhyuk was using all the skills he had as a dancer, but clearly he wasn’t the only one- Hankyung’s hipthrusts clearly were not limited to the screen. Then just as his pants were getting very uncomfortable and this was evolving quickly to something else all together, Eunhyuk felt the pressing hardness behind him get yanked away and a quick glance had him almost face to face with their magnae. Kyuhyun had pulled Hankyung towards him and the two were now dancing together, all long legs and no distance. Ryeowook too had moved away and Eunhyuk could only gape as Kyuhyun reminded him that he had to meet his parents soon.
Eunhyuk emerged from his lonely, cold shower cursing the youngest, remembering the pleading look he had shot them- it wouldn’t take long and they could help- and the murmur he had received in return, “oh but hyung…it will” his lips curving into a smirk around Hankyung’s earlobe. He didn’t remember Kyuhyun being this snarky nor Hankyung this seductive. And he certainly has never seen Ryeowook so forward.
Then as he was walking out the door, he hears the moans coming from the kitchen; husky and ringing and deep, a mini concerto of something that was certainly not just dancing. He resists the urge to join them, trying to image the looks on his parents’ face if he rocked up late with tossed hair and swollen lips and shakes his head with a sigh.
Oh the things China does to you.
♥
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WHAT CHINA DOES
It was nearing dawn, but the party was still going strong. Music blasted from the stereo, happy pop and crazy rock n roll long replaced by sensual music that seeped under the skin and made it tingle. Beer bottles lay everywhere, on the counter, on the floor and balanced precariously on laps.
Eunhyuk had unwisely arranged to have an early breakfast with his parents tomorrow morning and he couldn’t very well rock up drunk off his ass. So instead, whilst his bandmates danced and drank and partied like there’s no tomorrow, he sat on the couch between Sungmin giving a lapdance to Heechul and Leeteuk and Yesung on the other side, with their hands down each other’s pants. Eunhyuk hated his life.
When clothes started being shed and he saw Shiwon slumped against the wall still cradling his third beer, next to Kyuhyun who was still drinking his 13th, Eunhyuk decided enough was enough and made his escape. He passed Kyuhyun smirking and drawing a moustache and monobrow on Shiwon as he practically ran into the kitchen. The kitchen was safe, it was homely and Leeteuk had long banned anything other than cooking in that area.
Eunhyuk blinks and blinks again, shakes his head a little and wonders maybe someone had spiked the one beer he drank. Something must be wrong, because when he walked into the kitchen, he was met not with an empty room or even of food being cooked or devoured, but rather the sight of the M leader and their eternal magnae dancing together in the middle of the kitchen floor. Not just dancing, but grinding. They were fully clothed and they weren’t even making out, but somehow it was more erotic than what all the other members had been doing outside. Hankyung was behind Ryeowook, pressed in tight, an arm wrapped around the younger’s waist. Ryeowook had his head tilted back, leaning against the older’s shoulders, one hand wrapped around Hankyung’s neck.They were dancing, but they might as well be making love, the way Hankyung grinded into the younger’s butt and Ryeowook was pressing back with all he’s got.
Then he’s dancing with them, pressed in tight, Ryeowook surprisingly willing to give up that amazing spot for him. There’s hipthrusts and slow drags as the denim material of their jeans rubbed and slid. Eunhyuk was using all the skills he had as a dancer, but clearly he wasn’t the only one- Hankyung’s hipthrusts clearly were not limited to the screen. Then just as his pants were getting very uncomfortable and this was evolving quickly to something else all together, Eunhyuk felt the pressing hardness behind him get yanked away and a quick glance had him almost face to face with their magnae. Kyuhyun had pulled Hankyung towards him and the two were now dancing together, all long legs and no distance. Ryeowook too had moved away and Eunhyuk could only gape as Kyuhyun reminded him that he had to meet his parents soon.
Eunhyuk emerged from his lonely, cold shower cursing the youngest, remembering the pleading look he had shot them- it wouldn’t take long and they could help- and the murmur he had received in return, “oh but hyung…it will” his lips curving into a smirk around Hankyung’s earlobe. He didn’t remember Kyuhyun being this snarky nor Hankyung this seductive. And he certainly has never seen Ryeowook so forward.
Then as he was walking out the door, he hears the moans coming from the kitchen; husky and ringing and deep, a mini concerto of something that was certainly not just dancing. He resists the urge to join them, trying to image the looks on his parents’ face if he rocked up late with tossed hair and swollen lips and shakes his head with a sigh.
Oh the things China does to you.