[fic]
title: Intoxicated
rating: PG-13ish
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Heechul/Donghae
summary: It’s not even a question that really needs to be asked.
comments: Maybe I'll write a continuation of this.
It’s all heavy breathing and curious fingers; hands tug impatiently at clothes and lips press wetly against bare skin. There’s the barest of space between warm breath and even warmer skin, and the both of them shiver.
“Should we….?”
“Do you want to?”
It’s not even a question that really needs to be asked. Mouths meet in a clash of need and want, wet and open and tainted by alcohol, which is more than enough to convince them both of what they think they want.
Clothes are carelessly dropped aside. Lips are wet and warm against skin. Fingers tug and pull and stroke. Sharp breaths, soft gasps, moans muffled against a neck, a shoulder, slip into the otherwise silence of the room. And the liquor they had consumed earlier that evening hangs heavily around their spinning heads as their bodies collide without the barest hint of a second thought.
There’s a heavy, thud-thud feeling inside his head and he groans. God, how much did he drink last night? Too much, way, way too much. He doesn’t want to open his eyes, he knows it’ll only make the pain heavier, start up that headache he can feel lurking in the background, but he’s hot and he can feel a warm body pressed up close against his own and there’s only so long he can postpone opening his eyes anyway.
He groans again, and mentally reminds himself not to ever, ever let Heechul talk him into having a drink again. Ever. He’s never been much of a drinker anyway, but Heechul was just about always able to talk him into things.
Another groan and-wait, it isn’t him that time. He forces his eyes open, and that headache stops lurking and charges to the forefront of his head. It still isn’t quite enough to distract him from what he sees, although it takes him a moment to comprehend.
That warm body he can feel up against his own is bare, and his eyes follow the curve of naked back until the sheets, quite luckily, take over and cover from the waist down. He looks up again, cheeks flushing a little with colour, and then he notices that the face half-buried against a pillow is Heechul’s.
And then it clicks.
He can’t quite remember, not yet, but it’s obvious. Heechul isn’t the only one naked, after all.
That’s when the panic sets in, and all kinds of colourful curse words echo through his aching head. They’d been drinking, the both of them, too much, far too much. So it was hardly either of their faults, really, but…but… He stifles another groan and pulls himself quickly from under one of Heechul’s careless, sleep-heavy arms, and almost falls to the floor in his hurry to get out of the bed.
Oh God oh God oh God oh God.
He tries to be quiet, although that’s pretty much the last thing on his mind right now - he was naked in a bed with Heechul - as he hurriedly slips on his pants. He pauses to look for his other clothes, but all he wants to do is get out of there before Heechul wakes up and realises what they did as well. He doesn’t even know what Heechul will think about it. He’s not sure he wants to, either.
He finally manages to find everything but his shirt, but now he can hear Heechul stirring and starting to wake, so forsaking the shirt, he slips as quickly, as quietly, from the room as he can, and hopes Heechul is still asleep.
As he sneaks back to where he’s supposed to be, he has no idea that Heechul had actually woken up an hour before, and smiled a little through his own pounding headache, brushed the hair from his face and said his name softly - Donghae - before falling back asleep.
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rating: PG-13ish
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Heechul/Donghae
summary: It’s not even a question that really needs to be asked.
comments: Maybe I'll write a continuation of this.
It’s all heavy breathing and curious fingers; hands tug impatiently at clothes and lips press wetly against bare skin. There’s the barest of space between warm breath and even warmer skin, and the both of them shiver.
“Should we….?”
“Do you want to?”
It’s not even a question that really needs to be asked. Mouths meet in a clash of need and want, wet and open and tainted by alcohol, which is more than enough to convince them both of what they think they want.
Clothes are carelessly dropped aside. Lips are wet and warm against skin. Fingers tug and pull and stroke. Sharp breaths, soft gasps, moans muffled against a neck, a shoulder, slip into the otherwise silence of the room. And the liquor they had consumed earlier that evening hangs heavily around their spinning heads as their bodies collide without the barest hint of a second thought.
There’s a heavy, thud-thud feeling inside his head and he groans. God, how much did he drink last night? Too much, way, way too much. He doesn’t want to open his eyes, he knows it’ll only make the pain heavier, start up that headache he can feel lurking in the background, but he’s hot and he can feel a warm body pressed up close against his own and there’s only so long he can postpone opening his eyes anyway.
He groans again, and mentally reminds himself not to ever, ever let Heechul talk him into having a drink again. Ever. He’s never been much of a drinker anyway, but Heechul was just about always able to talk him into things.
Another groan and-wait, it isn’t him that time. He forces his eyes open, and that headache stops lurking and charges to the forefront of his head. It still isn’t quite enough to distract him from what he sees, although it takes him a moment to comprehend.
That warm body he can feel up against his own is bare, and his eyes follow the curve of naked back until the sheets, quite luckily, take over and cover from the waist down. He looks up again, cheeks flushing a little with colour, and then he notices that the face half-buried against a pillow is Heechul’s.
And then it clicks.
He can’t quite remember, not yet, but it’s obvious. Heechul isn’t the only one naked, after all.
That’s when the panic sets in, and all kinds of colourful curse words echo through his aching head. They’d been drinking, the both of them, too much, far too much. So it was hardly either of their faults, really, but…but… He stifles another groan and pulls himself quickly from under one of Heechul’s careless, sleep-heavy arms, and almost falls to the floor in his hurry to get out of the bed.
Oh God oh God oh God oh God.
He tries to be quiet, although that’s pretty much the last thing on his mind right now - he was naked in a bed with Heechul - as he hurriedly slips on his pants. He pauses to look for his other clothes, but all he wants to do is get out of there before Heechul wakes up and realises what they did as well. He doesn’t even know what Heechul will think about it. He’s not sure he wants to, either.
He finally manages to find everything but his shirt, but now he can hear Heechul stirring and starting to wake, so forsaking the shirt, he slips as quickly, as quietly, from the room as he can, and hopes Heechul is still asleep.
As he sneaks back to where he’s supposed to be, he has no idea that Heechul had actually woken up an hour before, and smiled a little through his own pounding headache, brushed the hair from his face and said his name softly - Donghae - before falling back asleep.
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