Oh My Eyes (Hangeng/Heechul, Donghae/Henry) NC-17
Title: Oh My Eyes
Pairing: Hangeng/Heechul, Donghae/Henry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hangeng wakes up horny, so Heechul decides to seize the opportunity. Poor Henry witnesses it, but in his search for something to rid himself of the memory, he finds Donghae, who is very eager to help him "forget".
Notes: For quinnsan 's fic request here. ♥! I hope you like it, bb. I haven't written porn in a while ;-; So sorry for the cheesy dialogue ♥ Also, I switched tenses in the HenHae part. >>
Hangeng awoke one morning to hear the soft, familiar noises of people shuffling around. After he lifted himself up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he realized that it was, in fact, only one person.
“Yah, Hannie, where are my pants?!”
Hangeng grinned despite himself. “Heechul, come back to bed.” He extended an arm to the older man.
“Be respectful to your hyung!”
Hangeng reminded himself that he loved Heechul, that the way that scrawny body of his felt when it was pressed up against him made up for everything, including the smack on the arm he’d just received. “Okay, hyung, I will.”
“Aish.” Heechul pouted, snuggling into Hangeng’s sleep-warm form. He closed his eyes, repeating, “Aish,” but Hangeng could see that there was a smile on his face.
“What time is it, hyung?”
“I don’t know, too early.” Heechul nuzzled his face deeper into Hangeng’s neck, sniffing delicately at his skin. Hangeng shivered and laughed a little.
“Are you horny or something?”
“Yah!” Heechul glared at him, his eyes wide. “I said be respectful!”
Hangeng shook his head, laughed some more, and leaned down to press his lips to Heechul’s. The older man made a soft, offended noise, but soon enough he kissed back. When they pulled apart, Hangeng smirked a little and whispered, “Hyung, I’ve got a problem…”
Heechul didn’t need to be told twice. He smirked and, before Hangeng had enough time to feel disturbed by that crazy expression, slid his hand down between the Chinese man’s thighs.
“Mm, Hannie really does have a problem…” Heechul laughed and fondled Hangeng’s length, making him squirm a little.
“Hyuuuung,” he whined in protest, which only made Heechul laugh some more before going in for a deep, messy kiss. The whine turned into a quiet, husky moan, and Hangeng squirmed some more as Heechul began to nibble at his lips.
When the thin man pulled away, Hangeng could feel how swollen his lips had become - and he could see that Heechul’s were in much the same condition. He stared at him for a moment, then tugged him down and arranged his legs, so that Heechul was effectively straddling him with their chests pressed together. They kissed again, hungry, desperate, both fighting for dominance. As much as Heechul was an eternal bitch about these things, he knew just as well as Hangeng that he would be bottoming again today. It didn’t mean he was going to do it without a fight, though.
As they kissed, Hangeng felt around for the nightstand in a blind attempt to open the little drawer. Heechul saw this and, smirking, reached over and tugged it open without breaking the kiss. After a moment he held up a tube of lube and a condom packet, his smirk even wider.
“Looking for these?”
Hangeng pouted and made an attempt to grab the items, but Heechul held them just out of reach. “Ah-ah, Hannie~ I’m feeling surprisingly generous today.”
Hangeng blinked. Heechul stuck the condom packet between his teeth, wrinkling his nose as he poured the cold lube onto his fingers. “You’w wucky ‘m not weawing pwants,” he mumbled, slipping the lube-coated fingers between his legs.
Hangeng wasn’t paying attention, though; at least, not to anything other than Heechul’s finger slowly, achingly slowly, sliding into himself. A low groan fell from the older man’s lips as he pressed it in more eagerly, and Hangeng leaned up a bit to caress Heechul’s hips and kiss at his chest and stomach.
“You can go slow,” he mumbled, looking up. “We have time.”
Heechul shook his head, glaring halfheartedly down at Hangeng. “No,” he mumbled, then “I want to,” more firmly, and then he cried out a little as he slid a second finger inside of himself.
Hangeng moaned and pressed his cheek to Heechul’s stomach, sliding one of his own hands down to caress the other’s ass. He could feel the skin heating up under his touch and his cock twitched in anticipation.
After a few moments Heechul sighed and removed his fingers, biting his lip. Hangeng impatiently pressed his hips upward, his cock so hard that it hurt. He took the little packet from between Heechul’s teeth and kissed him, hard, blindly unwrapping it and sliding it on. Heechul’s long, bony fingers attempted to help, but they really just got in the way.
When it was finally on, he said, “Hyung, are you ready?” but he didn’t notice how breathless he sounded: all of his attention was focused on the thin, needy body on top of him.
Heechul didn’t say anything, just slid downwards onto Hangeng, and the two groaned in unison as they were filled and surrounded, respectively. Heechul didn’t let himself adjust before he began to move, needing the friction, needing the feeling of Hangeng pressing in and out of him. Hangeng, in turn, rocked his hips eagerly, loving how Heechul’s face would go ecstatic every time he filled him up.
“H-Heechul,” he whispered, “Heechul, nngh, h-how is it-?”
Heechul kissed him rougher than he had all morning, than he had in a week, and mumbled fiercely, “Fuck me harder, and be more r-respectful.”
Hangeng would have laughed at the stutter, but the command to “fuck him harder” sort of made him go crazy. He drove himself in deeper, harder, groaning and not even attempting to keep up any sort of rhythm. “H-Hyung-!”
Heechul swore loudly and reached down, gripping his own erection and pumping it. “Fuck… fuck… harder, Hannie, fuck!”
Hangeng buried his face in the crook of Heechul’s neck, his moan being absorbed by the skin there. He could feel his muscles clenching, and everything felt like it was spinning, he was close, so close, too -
“H-Heechul-!!”
Heechul swore again, this time incoherently, as he came hard, his seed coating his hand and their stomachs.
It only took a couple of thrusts after that for Hangeng to come, too, his cock throbbing inside of Heechul’s body. He kissed the older man messily before falling back against the pillows. Heechul followed soon after, slipping himself off of Hangeng, and he pressed himself close to the Chinese man, their bodies shivering with the aftershocks.
“Fuck,” whispered Heechul after a few moments, a contented smirk on his face.
“Good?” Hangeng grinned hopefully.
“You forget the ‘hyung’ again,” mused Heechul, “but I guess I’ll let it pass this one time.”
Hangeng just laughed and leaned in to kiss Heechul again.
They were too caught up to notice a shaking, traumatized Henry slumped just inside the doorway, staring at the carpet. He’d walked in to ask Heechul why he’d left his pants in Henry’s room again, but he had done so just as the two of them orgasmed. After a moment more of staring, he picked himself up and crept out of the room, his legs weak and trembling. He needed to find the bleach to clean out his eyes.
“Did you hear something just now, Chul-ah?”
“Shut up! I said call me hyung!”
Hangeng’s protests were lost in another make-out session, and he figured it was just something brushing against the window. A squirrel, maybe.
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Donghae catches Henry stumbling around in the bathroom, his eyes wide and red, unshed tears clinging to his eyelashes. Donghae is oblivious, but not that oblivious.
“You saw Heechul-hyung having sex with Hankyung-hyung, didn’t you?”
Henry moans and nods pathetically.
Donghae gives him a sympathetic nod and takes his hand, leading him into their shared bedroom. “What were you looking for?”
Henry sits on the bed, rubbing his eyes and pouting. “Bleach.”
Donghae blinks.
“To clean out my eyes,” explains Henry.
“Ahh.” Donghae nods, grinning, and settles himself next to the young violinist. “I have a better way to help you forget about them.”
Henry turns to face Donghae and is just about to ask what it is when he feels a sudden, light pressure on his lips. It takes him a moment to realize that Donghae is kissing him, Donghae, and it takes yet another moment before he realizes that he’s kissing back. Donghae manages to get Henry to lie down and then nips at his lips, grinning.
“Don’t worry, Henli-ah, I’m only going to make you feel good. I’m only going to replace those memories with good ones. Okay?”
Henry nods weakly, but he’s too distracted by the feeling of Donghae’s lips and teeth on his neck to really pay much attention. His hands find their way into the older boy’s hair and he grips lightly, wanting more. He didn’t really think about what was happening, maybe because he was too braindead from seeing Heechul and Hangeng or maybe because he really liked how Donghae was making him feel. He's pretty sure it was a combination of both, though.
Donghae kisses his way up to Henry’s ear and nibbles along the shell lightly, gently, before dipping down to his collarbone. He slides a hand up Henry’s shirt and ghosts his fingertips over the boy’s skin, grinning when he feels the slight tremor of muscle and hears the soft sound of need fall from those now-swollen lips.
“Hyung…”
Donghae holds back a laugh and kisses Henry quickly before lowering himself to the boy’s hips. His grin widens when he sees the look on Henry’s face - a cross between hope and surprise - and, as his fingers begin to undo the younger boy’s jeans, he says quietly,
“Don’t think about it. Just feel it.”
To Henry, everything after that is a blur; he can feel something hot, so hot, so wet, covering his now fully erect length, and it takes all of his willpower not to scream. He claps a hand over his mouth, uses the free one to tug at Donghae’s hair, and writhes wildly on the bed. His toes curl when he feels the roughness of Donghae’s tongue lick up along the vein on the underside of his erection.
“D-Dong-hae-h-hyung!!”
Donghae looks up at him for a moment before taking Henry almost all the way into his mouth. He gags a little but soon becomes accustomed to the in-out, in-out rhythm. Henry moans and he looks up, curious.
“Cl-Close,” the boy whimpers, his cheeks flushed, his hair a mess from where he’s been pressing into the pillows.
Donghae grins and begins to suck just the tip, hard and hungry, and in less than a minute he feels Henry’s come fill his mouth. He swallows it with the ease that only practice can bring, then looks up, licking his lips.
Henry is breathing heavily, his entire body trembling, but he looks at Donghae and smiles weakly. It takes the fish about half a second to crawl up along Henry’s body, and he kisses him again, sweetly, cuddling up to him.
“So? Did you forget?”
“Forget what?” Henry blinks, obviously exhausted, and Donghae laughs.
Pairing: Hangeng/Heechul, Donghae/Henry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hangeng wakes up horny, so Heechul decides to seize the opportunity. Poor Henry witnesses it, but in his search for something to rid himself of the memory, he finds Donghae, who is very eager to help him "forget".
Notes: For quinnsan 's fic request here. ♥! I hope you like it, bb. I haven't written porn in a while ;-; So sorry for the cheesy dialogue ♥ Also, I switched tenses in the HenHae part. >>
Hangeng awoke one morning to hear the soft, familiar noises of people shuffling around. After he lifted himself up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he realized that it was, in fact, only one person.
“Yah, Hannie, where are my pants?!”
Hangeng grinned despite himself. “Heechul, come back to bed.” He extended an arm to the older man.
“Be respectful to your hyung!”
Hangeng reminded himself that he loved Heechul, that the way that scrawny body of his felt when it was pressed up against him made up for everything, including the smack on the arm he’d just received. “Okay, hyung, I will.”
“Aish.” Heechul pouted, snuggling into Hangeng’s sleep-warm form. He closed his eyes, repeating, “Aish,” but Hangeng could see that there was a smile on his face.
“What time is it, hyung?”
“I don’t know, too early.” Heechul nuzzled his face deeper into Hangeng’s neck, sniffing delicately at his skin. Hangeng shivered and laughed a little.
“Are you horny or something?”
“Yah!” Heechul glared at him, his eyes wide. “I said be respectful!”
Hangeng shook his head, laughed some more, and leaned down to press his lips to Heechul’s. The older man made a soft, offended noise, but soon enough he kissed back. When they pulled apart, Hangeng smirked a little and whispered, “Hyung, I’ve got a problem…”
Heechul didn’t need to be told twice. He smirked and, before Hangeng had enough time to feel disturbed by that crazy expression, slid his hand down between the Chinese man’s thighs.
“Mm, Hannie really does have a problem…” Heechul laughed and fondled Hangeng’s length, making him squirm a little.
“Hyuuuung,” he whined in protest, which only made Heechul laugh some more before going in for a deep, messy kiss. The whine turned into a quiet, husky moan, and Hangeng squirmed some more as Heechul began to nibble at his lips.
When the thin man pulled away, Hangeng could feel how swollen his lips had become - and he could see that Heechul’s were in much the same condition. He stared at him for a moment, then tugged him down and arranged his legs, so that Heechul was effectively straddling him with their chests pressed together. They kissed again, hungry, desperate, both fighting for dominance. As much as Heechul was an eternal bitch about these things, he knew just as well as Hangeng that he would be bottoming again today. It didn’t mean he was going to do it without a fight, though.
As they kissed, Hangeng felt around for the nightstand in a blind attempt to open the little drawer. Heechul saw this and, smirking, reached over and tugged it open without breaking the kiss. After a moment he held up a tube of lube and a condom packet, his smirk even wider.
“Looking for these?”
Hangeng pouted and made an attempt to grab the items, but Heechul held them just out of reach. “Ah-ah, Hannie~ I’m feeling surprisingly generous today.”
Hangeng blinked. Heechul stuck the condom packet between his teeth, wrinkling his nose as he poured the cold lube onto his fingers. “You’w wucky ‘m not weawing pwants,” he mumbled, slipping the lube-coated fingers between his legs.
Hangeng wasn’t paying attention, though; at least, not to anything other than Heechul’s finger slowly, achingly slowly, sliding into himself. A low groan fell from the older man’s lips as he pressed it in more eagerly, and Hangeng leaned up a bit to caress Heechul’s hips and kiss at his chest and stomach.
“You can go slow,” he mumbled, looking up. “We have time.”
Heechul shook his head, glaring halfheartedly down at Hangeng. “No,” he mumbled, then “I want to,” more firmly, and then he cried out a little as he slid a second finger inside of himself.
Hangeng moaned and pressed his cheek to Heechul’s stomach, sliding one of his own hands down to caress the other’s ass. He could feel the skin heating up under his touch and his cock twitched in anticipation.
After a few moments Heechul sighed and removed his fingers, biting his lip. Hangeng impatiently pressed his hips upward, his cock so hard that it hurt. He took the little packet from between Heechul’s teeth and kissed him, hard, blindly unwrapping it and sliding it on. Heechul’s long, bony fingers attempted to help, but they really just got in the way.
When it was finally on, he said, “Hyung, are you ready?” but he didn’t notice how breathless he sounded: all of his attention was focused on the thin, needy body on top of him.
Heechul didn’t say anything, just slid downwards onto Hangeng, and the two groaned in unison as they were filled and surrounded, respectively. Heechul didn’t let himself adjust before he began to move, needing the friction, needing the feeling of Hangeng pressing in and out of him. Hangeng, in turn, rocked his hips eagerly, loving how Heechul’s face would go ecstatic every time he filled him up.
“H-Heechul,” he whispered, “Heechul, nngh, h-how is it-?”
Heechul kissed him rougher than he had all morning, than he had in a week, and mumbled fiercely, “Fuck me harder, and be more r-respectful.”
Hangeng would have laughed at the stutter, but the command to “fuck him harder” sort of made him go crazy. He drove himself in deeper, harder, groaning and not even attempting to keep up any sort of rhythm. “H-Hyung-!”
Heechul swore loudly and reached down, gripping his own erection and pumping it. “Fuck… fuck… harder, Hannie, fuck!”
Hangeng buried his face in the crook of Heechul’s neck, his moan being absorbed by the skin there. He could feel his muscles clenching, and everything felt like it was spinning, he was close, so close, too -
“H-Heechul-!!”
Heechul swore again, this time incoherently, as he came hard, his seed coating his hand and their stomachs.
It only took a couple of thrusts after that for Hangeng to come, too, his cock throbbing inside of Heechul’s body. He kissed the older man messily before falling back against the pillows. Heechul followed soon after, slipping himself off of Hangeng, and he pressed himself close to the Chinese man, their bodies shivering with the aftershocks.
“Fuck,” whispered Heechul after a few moments, a contented smirk on his face.
“Good?” Hangeng grinned hopefully.
“You forget the ‘hyung’ again,” mused Heechul, “but I guess I’ll let it pass this one time.”
Hangeng just laughed and leaned in to kiss Heechul again.
They were too caught up to notice a shaking, traumatized Henry slumped just inside the doorway, staring at the carpet. He’d walked in to ask Heechul why he’d left his pants in Henry’s room again, but he had done so just as the two of them orgasmed. After a moment more of staring, he picked himself up and crept out of the room, his legs weak and trembling. He needed to find the bleach to clean out his eyes.
“Did you hear something just now, Chul-ah?”
“Shut up! I said call me hyung!”
Hangeng’s protests were lost in another make-out session, and he figured it was just something brushing against the window. A squirrel, maybe.
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Donghae catches Henry stumbling around in the bathroom, his eyes wide and red, unshed tears clinging to his eyelashes. Donghae is oblivious, but not that oblivious.
“You saw Heechul-hyung having sex with Hankyung-hyung, didn’t you?”
Henry moans and nods pathetically.
Donghae gives him a sympathetic nod and takes his hand, leading him into their shared bedroom. “What were you looking for?”
Henry sits on the bed, rubbing his eyes and pouting. “Bleach.”
Donghae blinks.
“To clean out my eyes,” explains Henry.
“Ahh.” Donghae nods, grinning, and settles himself next to the young violinist. “I have a better way to help you forget about them.”
Henry turns to face Donghae and is just about to ask what it is when he feels a sudden, light pressure on his lips. It takes him a moment to realize that Donghae is kissing him, Donghae, and it takes yet another moment before he realizes that he’s kissing back. Donghae manages to get Henry to lie down and then nips at his lips, grinning.
“Don’t worry, Henli-ah, I’m only going to make you feel good. I’m only going to replace those memories with good ones. Okay?”
Henry nods weakly, but he’s too distracted by the feeling of Donghae’s lips and teeth on his neck to really pay much attention. His hands find their way into the older boy’s hair and he grips lightly, wanting more. He didn’t really think about what was happening, maybe because he was too braindead from seeing Heechul and Hangeng or maybe because he really liked how Donghae was making him feel. He's pretty sure it was a combination of both, though.
Donghae kisses his way up to Henry’s ear and nibbles along the shell lightly, gently, before dipping down to his collarbone. He slides a hand up Henry’s shirt and ghosts his fingertips over the boy’s skin, grinning when he feels the slight tremor of muscle and hears the soft sound of need fall from those now-swollen lips.
“Hyung…”
Donghae holds back a laugh and kisses Henry quickly before lowering himself to the boy’s hips. His grin widens when he sees the look on Henry’s face - a cross between hope and surprise - and, as his fingers begin to undo the younger boy’s jeans, he says quietly,
“Don’t think about it. Just feel it.”
To Henry, everything after that is a blur; he can feel something hot, so hot, so wet, covering his now fully erect length, and it takes all of his willpower not to scream. He claps a hand over his mouth, uses the free one to tug at Donghae’s hair, and writhes wildly on the bed. His toes curl when he feels the roughness of Donghae’s tongue lick up along the vein on the underside of his erection.
“D-Dong-hae-h-hyung!!”
Donghae looks up at him for a moment before taking Henry almost all the way into his mouth. He gags a little but soon becomes accustomed to the in-out, in-out rhythm. Henry moans and he looks up, curious.
“Cl-Close,” the boy whimpers, his cheeks flushed, his hair a mess from where he’s been pressing into the pillows.
Donghae grins and begins to suck just the tip, hard and hungry, and in less than a minute he feels Henry’s come fill his mouth. He swallows it with the ease that only practice can bring, then looks up, licking his lips.
Henry is breathing heavily, his entire body trembling, but he looks at Donghae and smiles weakly. It takes the fish about half a second to crawl up along Henry’s body, and he kisses him again, sweetly, cuddling up to him.
“So? Did you forget?”
“Forget what?” Henry blinks, obviously exhausted, and Donghae laughs.