Intoxication [EunHae oneshot]
Title: Intoxication
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Smut, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Alcohol, mansecks, a hint of swearing. You know, the usual.
Summary: And just like that, something inside Eunhyuk snapped. It lit and burned as everything he knew turned into ash; months of Deny-Repress-Ignore gone to waste with a simple move.
A/N: I had to. Hope it doesn't disappoint.
The music was thumping, room full of bodies swaying to the rhythm. After a few nudges and 'excuse me's -which were useless, considering the level of the music- Eunhyuk managed to make it through and reach three familiar faces.
He didn't even remember who had first suggested that they went to a bar "to remember the good old times". The only thing he knew was that everyone had immediately agreed, all too eager to go out, drink, break away from their hectic lives.
"Hey!" the dancer greeted, getting two nods and a smile in return. "Any idea where Donghae wandered off to?" he cut to the chase, his voice struggling to overpower the beat blasting from the speakers.
"You mean 'where he staggered off to'," Kangin corrected while slinging an arm around a disapproving-looking Leeteuk. His voice was highly amused. Standard Kangin.
"He drank a lot," Sungmin piped in, half-smile on his lips "He's so out of it," he added with a mock-scandalised expression.
Confusion evident on Eunhyuk's face, his stare fell upon the leader, whose eyes silently pointed towards what looked to be like the men's bathroom.
Thanking him just as quietly, the dancer nodded, a frown on his characteristics as he waved at his bandmates before leaving.
Making his way among sweaty, drunken bodies, he finally reached his destination not long after.
Pushing the door open, the main impression was that the room wasn't as dirty as he thought it would be. The next thing that grabbed his attention was the figure of a man perched up on the counter, back against the mirror, head hanging low. Donghae.
"Hae?" voice gentle and low, no need for shouting in the small, quiet room. "You okay, buddy?" he inched closer, coming to stand a few feet in front of the man.
"Yeah, 'mkay," the other replied, hand reaching up as if to soothe his spinning head. "Just guess I shouldn't 've drunk that much."
To say Eunhyuk was not surprised would be lying. Donghae barely ever consumed alcohol, let alone enough to make him drunk.
Feeling the need to look into the other's eyes, as if believing he could find some answer there, the dancer walked the few steps that kept them apart. His attempt to lower his head had been canceled when the younger lifted his own, gaze straight at Eunhyuk.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes lidded and lips slightly apart. A grunt was made deep in his throat, meaning everything and nothing at all.
The older just stayed, momentarily thinking that Donghae looked as if he had just had sex. Head slightly dizzy and pants almost tightening, he contained himself.
Hold it back.
Donghae shifted a little, legs being spread just an inch or two more, and the movement was enough to draw the older out of his thoughts.
"Okay, how about we get going," he said, tapping the other's knee motivationally, before turning around. Or almost turning around, the keyword being 'almost', the moment two fingers found their way inside the neck of his shirt, tugging him towards the other.
"Hyukjae," the shorted rasped, his fingers drawing the man in question even closer, silence filling the room until the moment their noses were pressed together.
"Donghae, what are you doing," the standing man whispered, afraid to break the quiet. He could smell the alcohol in the younger's breath, and he suddenly wondered if he would be able to drink it if their lips touched.
His theory was busted when Donghae seized the distance between them, mouth almost hungry against his unmoving own, too startled and too puzzled to do anything.
When those two fingers turned into five, a whole fist clenching around the material of his shirt, he came back to reality.
His head drew back, eyes that he hadn't even noticed closing shot open. "No, no," shaking his head. "This is not okay," he added, more to himself than anything.
"Who cares," Donghae's low voice responded, his unoccupied hand diving it Eunhyuk's hair, tugging not only on his soft locks, but his will power too. Once more, his lips meshed with the other's almost painfully.
Managing to take a hold of himself again, the dancer tried to break free, as much as the younger's hold would allow him to.
"Donghae," it was meant to sound like a warning, but it came out rather desperate.
Prying the other's hands away from him after a while, he stepped a few feet back. He couldn't let this happen. If it hadn't happened earlier, it wouldn't happen now either. He had worked hard, too hard up until now.
The shorter let go of his spot on the counter, feet now against the tiled floor, Pausing just enough to fight the vertigo, he then started making his way closer to the older.
"Why?" he asked, silently addressing the confusion/frustration/contradiction in Eunhyuk's eyes.
"I-I don't know," is what he would have answered, had he been able to speak.
How could he, when the other was backing him up against the wall, when his rational part was having a war against his body, when he could feel the younger pressed up against him?
"Stop it," he commanded with every ounce of sanity he had left.
"No," was the firm replied he received, along with a confident brush against his groin. He bit back a moan.
"You don't want this," he managed to blurt out, speaking both to Donghae and himself.
"Don't you dare-" he felt two hands push at his chest, not enough to hurt but enough to emphasise. "Don't you dare tell me what I want and what I don't."
His voice was gravely and his stare was heavy as he lifted his head. Not that much to look into the older's eyes, but too show him his. Orbs full of truth and a feeling Eunhyuk couldn't quite make out.
"Like you're any better," he added, making sure to mean every word.
And just like that, something inside Eunhyuk snapped. It lit and burned as everything he knew turned into ash; months of Deny-Repress-Ignore gone to waste with a simple move.
Muscles tensing and mind deranged, he flipped them around, pinning Donghae against the cold, tiled wall with his whole body.
"You shouldn't push and probe people," he rushed just before his lips found the younger's, coming for a messy kiss, more teeth than anything, his hands clutching onto his waist.
"It works- fine," the other responded in between kisses, his arms closing around the taller's neck.
"Brat," he said, marking his words with a determined thrust, hip bones awkwardly biting into skin and clothed erections meeting harshly.
A gasp left Donghae's mouth, swallowed by Eunhyuk's own. 'Again' he mouthed, all too dizzy and dazed to speak. The other complied, repeating his earlier action eagerly, nails now digging into the shorter's flesh.
Breathing completely disorganised, eyes closed shut, the younger tried to keep up with the other's rhythm, groins meeting half-way now. "Damn," he groaned and left a quick kiss on the corner of Eunhyuk's lips, a mere display of sincerity among all the madness.
"Are you...?" the dancer trailed off, panting, question hanging but not for long, as he felt Donghae tremble against his body, painfully close and balancing on the edge. Giving him the final push, he granted the younger his release, Donghae coming hard, biting on Eunhyuk's lower lip as a strong wave of pleasure hit him.
Taken aback, the dancer drank in the image displayed to him, burning it inside his head, the last sane action of his just before deciding that this was it.
Groaning deeply, he felt his own orgasm rush over him, his head throbbing and abdomen muscles tensing as he lost it.
There was a moment of -not quite- peace as they both seized moving, the only thing audible in the restroom being their ragged breaths, struggling to come back to normal.
"God," Donghae whispered in awe, his head resting against the other's shoulder.
Eunhyuk almost chuckled at a thought passing his mind. Deciding to share, his hands traced the crescent moons on the younger's skin, left there by his very own nails.
"Fuck, you should get drunk more often."
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Smut, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Alcohol, mansecks, a hint of swearing. You know, the usual.
Summary: And just like that, something inside Eunhyuk snapped. It lit and burned as everything he knew turned into ash; months of Deny-Repress-Ignore gone to waste with a simple move.
A/N: I had to. Hope it doesn't disappoint.
The music was thumping, room full of bodies swaying to the rhythm. After a few nudges and 'excuse me's -which were useless, considering the level of the music- Eunhyuk managed to make it through and reach three familiar faces.
He didn't even remember who had first suggested that they went to a bar "to remember the good old times". The only thing he knew was that everyone had immediately agreed, all too eager to go out, drink, break away from their hectic lives.
"Hey!" the dancer greeted, getting two nods and a smile in return. "Any idea where Donghae wandered off to?" he cut to the chase, his voice struggling to overpower the beat blasting from the speakers.
"You mean 'where he staggered off to'," Kangin corrected while slinging an arm around a disapproving-looking Leeteuk. His voice was highly amused. Standard Kangin.
"He drank a lot," Sungmin piped in, half-smile on his lips "He's so out of it," he added with a mock-scandalised expression.
Confusion evident on Eunhyuk's face, his stare fell upon the leader, whose eyes silently pointed towards what looked to be like the men's bathroom.
Thanking him just as quietly, the dancer nodded, a frown on his characteristics as he waved at his bandmates before leaving.
Making his way among sweaty, drunken bodies, he finally reached his destination not long after.
Pushing the door open, the main impression was that the room wasn't as dirty as he thought it would be. The next thing that grabbed his attention was the figure of a man perched up on the counter, back against the mirror, head hanging low. Donghae.
"Hae?" voice gentle and low, no need for shouting in the small, quiet room. "You okay, buddy?" he inched closer, coming to stand a few feet in front of the man.
"Yeah, 'mkay," the other replied, hand reaching up as if to soothe his spinning head. "Just guess I shouldn't 've drunk that much."
To say Eunhyuk was not surprised would be lying. Donghae barely ever consumed alcohol, let alone enough to make him drunk.
Feeling the need to look into the other's eyes, as if believing he could find some answer there, the dancer walked the few steps that kept them apart. His attempt to lower his head had been canceled when the younger lifted his own, gaze straight at Eunhyuk.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes lidded and lips slightly apart. A grunt was made deep in his throat, meaning everything and nothing at all.
The older just stayed, momentarily thinking that Donghae looked as if he had just had sex. Head slightly dizzy and pants almost tightening, he contained himself.
Hold it back.
Donghae shifted a little, legs being spread just an inch or two more, and the movement was enough to draw the older out of his thoughts.
"Okay, how about we get going," he said, tapping the other's knee motivationally, before turning around. Or almost turning around, the keyword being 'almost', the moment two fingers found their way inside the neck of his shirt, tugging him towards the other.
"Hyukjae," the shorted rasped, his fingers drawing the man in question even closer, silence filling the room until the moment their noses were pressed together.
"Donghae, what are you doing," the standing man whispered, afraid to break the quiet. He could smell the alcohol in the younger's breath, and he suddenly wondered if he would be able to drink it if their lips touched.
His theory was busted when Donghae seized the distance between them, mouth almost hungry against his unmoving own, too startled and too puzzled to do anything.
When those two fingers turned into five, a whole fist clenching around the material of his shirt, he came back to reality.
His head drew back, eyes that he hadn't even noticed closing shot open. "No, no," shaking his head. "This is not okay," he added, more to himself than anything.
"Who cares," Donghae's low voice responded, his unoccupied hand diving it Eunhyuk's hair, tugging not only on his soft locks, but his will power too. Once more, his lips meshed with the other's almost painfully.
Managing to take a hold of himself again, the dancer tried to break free, as much as the younger's hold would allow him to.
"Donghae," it was meant to sound like a warning, but it came out rather desperate.
Prying the other's hands away from him after a while, he stepped a few feet back. He couldn't let this happen. If it hadn't happened earlier, it wouldn't happen now either. He had worked hard, too hard up until now.
The shorter let go of his spot on the counter, feet now against the tiled floor, Pausing just enough to fight the vertigo, he then started making his way closer to the older.
"Why?" he asked, silently addressing the confusion/frustration/contradiction in Eunhyuk's eyes.
"I-I don't know," is what he would have answered, had he been able to speak.
How could he, when the other was backing him up against the wall, when his rational part was having a war against his body, when he could feel the younger pressed up against him?
"Stop it," he commanded with every ounce of sanity he had left.
"No," was the firm replied he received, along with a confident brush against his groin. He bit back a moan.
"You don't want this," he managed to blurt out, speaking both to Donghae and himself.
"Don't you dare-" he felt two hands push at his chest, not enough to hurt but enough to emphasise. "Don't you dare tell me what I want and what I don't."
His voice was gravely and his stare was heavy as he lifted his head. Not that much to look into the older's eyes, but too show him his. Orbs full of truth and a feeling Eunhyuk couldn't quite make out.
"Like you're any better," he added, making sure to mean every word.
And just like that, something inside Eunhyuk snapped. It lit and burned as everything he knew turned into ash; months of Deny-Repress-Ignore gone to waste with a simple move.
Muscles tensing and mind deranged, he flipped them around, pinning Donghae against the cold, tiled wall with his whole body.
"You shouldn't push and probe people," he rushed just before his lips found the younger's, coming for a messy kiss, more teeth than anything, his hands clutching onto his waist.
"It works- fine," the other responded in between kisses, his arms closing around the taller's neck.
"Brat," he said, marking his words with a determined thrust, hip bones awkwardly biting into skin and clothed erections meeting harshly.
A gasp left Donghae's mouth, swallowed by Eunhyuk's own. 'Again' he mouthed, all too dizzy and dazed to speak. The other complied, repeating his earlier action eagerly, nails now digging into the shorter's flesh.
Breathing completely disorganised, eyes closed shut, the younger tried to keep up with the other's rhythm, groins meeting half-way now. "Damn," he groaned and left a quick kiss on the corner of Eunhyuk's lips, a mere display of sincerity among all the madness.
"Are you...?" the dancer trailed off, panting, question hanging but not for long, as he felt Donghae tremble against his body, painfully close and balancing on the edge. Giving him the final push, he granted the younger his release, Donghae coming hard, biting on Eunhyuk's lower lip as a strong wave of pleasure hit him.
Taken aback, the dancer drank in the image displayed to him, burning it inside his head, the last sane action of his just before deciding that this was it.
Groaning deeply, he felt his own orgasm rush over him, his head throbbing and abdomen muscles tensing as he lost it.
There was a moment of -not quite- peace as they both seized moving, the only thing audible in the restroom being their ragged breaths, struggling to come back to normal.
"God," Donghae whispered in awe, his head resting against the other's shoulder.
Eunhyuk almost chuckled at a thought passing his mind. Deciding to share, his hands traced the crescent moons on the younger's skin, left there by his very own nails.
"Fuck, you should get drunk more often."