Come to Me
Come to Me
Rating: ***NC-17***
Pairing: KangTeuk
Genre: Smut!
Notes: Wow, my muses are working hard, aren't they? *__* This is for owtf. Ilu. :3 And I'm sorry, you won't like the repetitive use of their names and paragraphs starting with the same word, but I'm sleepy.
Somewhat pointless, but still amazing KangTeuk smut ftw!
“Hyung,” Kangin loudly whispered as he leaned over Eeteuk’s bed.
Eeteuk, who had been sound asleep, as it was the middle of the night, tried to open his eyes as Kangin repeated, “Hyung,” even louder this time, his breath tickling Eeteuk’s ear as he leaned closer.
“Nn… Kangin-ah, what…” And then Eeteuk was being dragged from the bed and past sleeping dongsaengs.
He stumbled, and Kangin fell against a wall, with a drunken laugh. Eeteuk attempted to shush Kangin as he tried to steer him through the door.
Eeteuk shut the door as quietly as possible, and before he could even turn to look at Kangin, he found himself pinned roughly to the wall, with Kangin’s face only centimeters away.
“Jungsu…” Kangin breathed, and Eeteuk could smell the alcohol on his breath, and part of him thought maybe he should push Kangin off and go back to bed, but it was a stupid part of him, because his hands were already pulling Kangin closer, and his eyes were drifting shut.
Kangin kissed Eeteuk firmly, one hand on his hip, and the other in his hair. He jerked Eeteuk’s head back a little before shoving his tongue into his hyung’s mouth, eagerly devouring his mouth, and dragging out a loud moan with his tongue.
Kangin was rough when they fucked, dragging his nails over Eeteuk’s back, digging his teeth into Eeteuk’s shoulder. And Eeteuk loved every mark that Kangin left behind, enjoyed the ache he’d feel for days after Kangin pounded into him over and over again.
Sometimes Eeteuk wondered if Kangin would kiss differently when he was sober, but right now he was more concerned with sucking at Kangin’s tongue, making the younger man groan with anticipation.
They needed to move somewhere better than the middle of the hallway, but Eeteuk couldn’t get his brain to think coherently about where else they could go in the middle of the night as Kangin began palming his growing erection through his pajama pants.
“Suck me off,” Kangin demanded breathlessly, as he shoved on Eeteuk’s shoulders, pushing him to his knees.
Eeteuk nuzzled Kangin’s erection through his jeans before slowly unzipping them and freeing it. He held it in his hand, stroking it lightly, before taking the head between his lips and sucking gently. Kangin hissed in pleasure, sliding his hand back into Eeteuk’s hair and tugging, thrusting hard into his mouth. Eeteuk fought to keep from gagging, and relaxed his throat, letting his dongsaeng fuck his mouth, whimpering softly around the large object.
Kangin continued, enjoying the warm wet feeling of Eeteuk’s mouth around his cock, until he could feel his orgasm approaching. He quickly pulled back, and helped Eeteuk get up, before yanking his hyung against him to kiss him more. Eeteuk panted against Kangin’s lips, struggling to catch his breath, trying to finally speak.
“Youngwoon,” he finally gasped out, whimpering loudly as Kangin ground his hips against the older’s, “We should… somewhere else.”
Kangin glanced around before nodding and pulling Eeteuk with him towards the living room. He shoved Eeteuk down onto the couch and straddled him, kissing him again and again. “Get naked, hyung,” he demanded, “I want to fuck you.” Eeteuk quickly wiggled out of his clothes, and helped Kangin with his. It took a few minutes to untangle Kangin from his sweatshirt, but finally, they were naked, and every touch that had felt good before felt a million times better with skin on skin.
“Youngwoon-ah…” Eeteuk moaned, slowly forgetting to care about being quiet. Kangin was flicking his tongue across one of his hyung’s nipples. “Kangin, don’t tease me…” Kangin would always reduce Eeteuk to begging before the night was through, and Eeteuk didn’t care. In fact, at this particular moment, all he cared about was one thing. And that was having Kangin inside of him. Immediately.
And then Kangin pulled away, pushing Eeteuk over, and dragging him up so he was on his hands and knees. Kangin smacked Eeteuk’s ass lightly once, before spiting in his hand a few times and lubing himself up as best he could.
“You’ll hurt tommorow,” he said as he grabbed Eeteuk roughly and pushed his length into his hyung. He groaned loudly as Eeteuk’s tight passage gripped him, and he rolled his hips, working himself deeper and deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. Eeteuk was trembling beneath him, panting and gripping the couch cushion.
Kangin only gave Eeteuk a moment to adjust before pulling out completely and slamming back into him. Eeteuk cried out loudly, gasping as stars danced in front of his eyes. It hurt, but the pain quickly mixed with pleasure, and Eeteuk moaned and begged and pleaded for more, tightening his ass around the younger’s hardness.
“Fucking… Hell,” Kangin groaned, slamming into Eeteuk again and again. The room was spinning from the alcohol, and there was so much pleasure coursing through his body, he could barely breath.
Kangin wrapped a supportive arm around Eeteuk’s waist as he began to tremble beneath him, and then Eeteuk was coming all over the couch, and Kangin followed him over the edge moments later.
They ended up fucking in the hallway after all, on the way to the shower, and then they fucked again in the shouwer, before they finally dragged their exhausted bodies into a bed.
***
The next morning, Eeteuk woke up sore. And in an empty bed.
It was like this whenever Kangin drank.
He would come to Eeteuk, smelling of alcohol, and Eeteuk could never refuse what Kangin offered, and never refuse to give Kangin anything he wanted.
And the next morning it would be like it never happened.
Maybe it was best that way. It didn’t seem like Kangin would ever be willing to admit that maybe he was a little bit less than straight, and Eeteuk definitely didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t want.
But sometimes Eeteuk would wonder why if Kangin just wanted to fuck, why he would always come only to Eeteuk. It’s not like there weren’t other people who would be just as willing. But maybe Eeteuk was just looking for a reason to think that he was something more to Kangin than a convinient fuck. Either way, the way Kangin always acted as if nothing happened, it wasn’t like Eeteuk could really bring it up. Alcohol made people do stupid things. That was why Eeteuk didn’t drink.
“So,” Yesung said casually, glancing over the breakfast table where he, Eeteuk, Sungmin, and Kangin were gathered later that morning, “this morning I awoke to find some… unpleasant things.” He had a death grip on his coffee mug, and his face clearly said don’t mess with me this morning.
“Unpleasant things?” Sungmin asked, and Eeteuk’s head jerked up and his eyes widened as he remembered… the couch… the hallway… the shower…
“Let’s just say…” Yesung continued, “that two certain people owe me their souls… and a life time supply of coffee.”
“It was worth it,” Kangin mumbled under his breath, and Eeteuk’s head jerked up in surprise.
“Coffee,” Yesung repeated, “and a new couch.” Then he stood up, refilled his coffee cup, and stormed off to his room.
Sungmin blinked, clinging to a ragged stuffed bunny as he looked back and forth between ‘Umma’ and ‘Appa’.
“We’ll tell you when you’re older,” Kangin said, and he shot a small grin at Eeteuk, who was still just shocked that Kangin was somewhat acknowledging what had happened. And then Sungmin shrugged and skipped off to find Kyuhyun, and Eeteuk felt Kangin’s hand reach for his under the table.
As Kangin’s fingers tangled with his, Eeteuk couldn’t contain the wide smile that spread across his face. Maybe there was something there after all.
Rating: ***NC-17***
Pairing: KangTeuk
Genre: Smut!
Notes: Wow, my muses are working hard, aren't they? *__* This is for owtf. Ilu. :3 And I'm sorry, you won't like the repetitive use of their names and paragraphs starting with the same word, but I'm sleepy.
Somewhat pointless, but still amazing KangTeuk smut ftw!
“Hyung,” Kangin loudly whispered as he leaned over Eeteuk’s bed.
Eeteuk, who had been sound asleep, as it was the middle of the night, tried to open his eyes as Kangin repeated, “Hyung,” even louder this time, his breath tickling Eeteuk’s ear as he leaned closer.
“Nn… Kangin-ah, what…” And then Eeteuk was being dragged from the bed and past sleeping dongsaengs.
He stumbled, and Kangin fell against a wall, with a drunken laugh. Eeteuk attempted to shush Kangin as he tried to steer him through the door.
Eeteuk shut the door as quietly as possible, and before he could even turn to look at Kangin, he found himself pinned roughly to the wall, with Kangin’s face only centimeters away.
“Jungsu…” Kangin breathed, and Eeteuk could smell the alcohol on his breath, and part of him thought maybe he should push Kangin off and go back to bed, but it was a stupid part of him, because his hands were already pulling Kangin closer, and his eyes were drifting shut.
Kangin kissed Eeteuk firmly, one hand on his hip, and the other in his hair. He jerked Eeteuk’s head back a little before shoving his tongue into his hyung’s mouth, eagerly devouring his mouth, and dragging out a loud moan with his tongue.
Kangin was rough when they fucked, dragging his nails over Eeteuk’s back, digging his teeth into Eeteuk’s shoulder. And Eeteuk loved every mark that Kangin left behind, enjoyed the ache he’d feel for days after Kangin pounded into him over and over again.
Sometimes Eeteuk wondered if Kangin would kiss differently when he was sober, but right now he was more concerned with sucking at Kangin’s tongue, making the younger man groan with anticipation.
They needed to move somewhere better than the middle of the hallway, but Eeteuk couldn’t get his brain to think coherently about where else they could go in the middle of the night as Kangin began palming his growing erection through his pajama pants.
“Suck me off,” Kangin demanded breathlessly, as he shoved on Eeteuk’s shoulders, pushing him to his knees.
Eeteuk nuzzled Kangin’s erection through his jeans before slowly unzipping them and freeing it. He held it in his hand, stroking it lightly, before taking the head between his lips and sucking gently. Kangin hissed in pleasure, sliding his hand back into Eeteuk’s hair and tugging, thrusting hard into his mouth. Eeteuk fought to keep from gagging, and relaxed his throat, letting his dongsaeng fuck his mouth, whimpering softly around the large object.
Kangin continued, enjoying the warm wet feeling of Eeteuk’s mouth around his cock, until he could feel his orgasm approaching. He quickly pulled back, and helped Eeteuk get up, before yanking his hyung against him to kiss him more. Eeteuk panted against Kangin’s lips, struggling to catch his breath, trying to finally speak.
“Youngwoon,” he finally gasped out, whimpering loudly as Kangin ground his hips against the older’s, “We should… somewhere else.”
Kangin glanced around before nodding and pulling Eeteuk with him towards the living room. He shoved Eeteuk down onto the couch and straddled him, kissing him again and again. “Get naked, hyung,” he demanded, “I want to fuck you.” Eeteuk quickly wiggled out of his clothes, and helped Kangin with his. It took a few minutes to untangle Kangin from his sweatshirt, but finally, they were naked, and every touch that had felt good before felt a million times better with skin on skin.
“Youngwoon-ah…” Eeteuk moaned, slowly forgetting to care about being quiet. Kangin was flicking his tongue across one of his hyung’s nipples. “Kangin, don’t tease me…” Kangin would always reduce Eeteuk to begging before the night was through, and Eeteuk didn’t care. In fact, at this particular moment, all he cared about was one thing. And that was having Kangin inside of him. Immediately.
And then Kangin pulled away, pushing Eeteuk over, and dragging him up so he was on his hands and knees. Kangin smacked Eeteuk’s ass lightly once, before spiting in his hand a few times and lubing himself up as best he could.
“You’ll hurt tommorow,” he said as he grabbed Eeteuk roughly and pushed his length into his hyung. He groaned loudly as Eeteuk’s tight passage gripped him, and he rolled his hips, working himself deeper and deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. Eeteuk was trembling beneath him, panting and gripping the couch cushion.
Kangin only gave Eeteuk a moment to adjust before pulling out completely and slamming back into him. Eeteuk cried out loudly, gasping as stars danced in front of his eyes. It hurt, but the pain quickly mixed with pleasure, and Eeteuk moaned and begged and pleaded for more, tightening his ass around the younger’s hardness.
“Fucking… Hell,” Kangin groaned, slamming into Eeteuk again and again. The room was spinning from the alcohol, and there was so much pleasure coursing through his body, he could barely breath.
Kangin wrapped a supportive arm around Eeteuk’s waist as he began to tremble beneath him, and then Eeteuk was coming all over the couch, and Kangin followed him over the edge moments later.
They ended up fucking in the hallway after all, on the way to the shower, and then they fucked again in the shouwer, before they finally dragged their exhausted bodies into a bed.
***
The next morning, Eeteuk woke up sore. And in an empty bed.
It was like this whenever Kangin drank.
He would come to Eeteuk, smelling of alcohol, and Eeteuk could never refuse what Kangin offered, and never refuse to give Kangin anything he wanted.
And the next morning it would be like it never happened.
Maybe it was best that way. It didn’t seem like Kangin would ever be willing to admit that maybe he was a little bit less than straight, and Eeteuk definitely didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t want.
But sometimes Eeteuk would wonder why if Kangin just wanted to fuck, why he would always come only to Eeteuk. It’s not like there weren’t other people who would be just as willing. But maybe Eeteuk was just looking for a reason to think that he was something more to Kangin than a convinient fuck. Either way, the way Kangin always acted as if nothing happened, it wasn’t like Eeteuk could really bring it up. Alcohol made people do stupid things. That was why Eeteuk didn’t drink.
“So,” Yesung said casually, glancing over the breakfast table where he, Eeteuk, Sungmin, and Kangin were gathered later that morning, “this morning I awoke to find some… unpleasant things.” He had a death grip on his coffee mug, and his face clearly said don’t mess with me this morning.
“Unpleasant things?” Sungmin asked, and Eeteuk’s head jerked up and his eyes widened as he remembered… the couch… the hallway… the shower…
“Let’s just say…” Yesung continued, “that two certain people owe me their souls… and a life time supply of coffee.”
“It was worth it,” Kangin mumbled under his breath, and Eeteuk’s head jerked up in surprise.
“Coffee,” Yesung repeated, “and a new couch.” Then he stood up, refilled his coffee cup, and stormed off to his room.
Sungmin blinked, clinging to a ragged stuffed bunny as he looked back and forth between ‘Umma’ and ‘Appa’.
“We’ll tell you when you’re older,” Kangin said, and he shot a small grin at Eeteuk, who was still just shocked that Kangin was somewhat acknowledging what had happened. And then Sungmin shrugged and skipped off to find Kyuhyun, and Eeteuk felt Kangin’s hand reach for his under the table.
As Kangin’s fingers tangled with his, Eeteuk couldn’t contain the wide smile that spread across his face. Maybe there was something there after all.