[Fic] Crossing Dreams
Title: Crossing Dreams
Pairing: Tablo/Eunhyuk (also ficlets with Tablo/girl!Eunhyuk)
Rating: G-NC-17
Genre: AU, ficlets
Warnings: Some have sexual situations. Watch for the prompts.
Summary: Various drabbles and ficlets including one from animal!verse, and girl!Eunhyuk ficlets.
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A/N: For...for. Well. The birthday girl who deserves it all. XD~
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Prompt: NC-17 - smutty dream
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The first time he’d met Eunhyuk, Eunhyuk had been in jeans and a thickly-striped red and white polo shirt. It had been casual, but it hadn’t been the clothes that had drawn him. Not his shoulders, or the set of his hips, or the line of his nose.
And maybe the gut-instinct attraction hadn’t kicked in until the third or fourth meeting, when Eunhyuk had been laughing, his whole face beaming it. Kind of weird to think a smile was the catalyst to knowing he wanted this man in his bed, and quite possibly in his life. A little younger, sure. A little soft, a little cocky all at once. But he all but sweated genuineness. Hell, he’d have almost called it purity. Aside from the things they did to each other in the dark. This from a guy who wouldn’t drink because of a childhood promise. He had half a mind to think that he would’ve give up alcohol himself, if it meant that Eunhyuk looked at him just like that, just a little longer.
The smell of the room was like rain, and rust. But the air around him was warm. He walked forward, through into the light, and he looked for Eunhyuk. Could feel him there.
Dark hair, flopping onto his forehead, shoulders gleaming in the light. Thighs as well. Expanse of skin that Tablo hadn’t been expecting. Naked, kneeling.
Or not quite naked. Leather between his thighs, around his hips. Leather briefs, soft, and brown and supple. They had to be supple, because as Eunhyuk’s head rose, full lips casting shadows onto his chin, Tablo could could see how hard Eunhyuk’s erection was fighting to be free from its confines. Arounds and staring at him. Urging him forward. The further he went, the closer he got, he could see that Eunhyuk’s arms were bound. Black ribbon along the skin of his arms, forcing his shoulders back. Carefully balanced on both knees.
Waiting.
Eunhyuk licked his lips, a simple move full of sin. Dark-clad hips jerking as though for friction, as Eunhyuk stared down Tablo’s body.
The trembled inhale was something else. Because it was obvious what Eunhyuk wanted. He reached into his own pants and began to jerk himself. Hearing Eunhyuk’s hungry whimper. Wanting so badly to suck.
“You want this?” he asked, and Eunhyuk almost swayed, overbalancing forward. Too much.
“Give it to me,” Eunhyuk said.
He was impressed. And what could he do but comply with the demand of a bound man. Pants shoved down, and Eunhyuk swayed again, mouth waiting to part, ready. And he was mostly hard when Eunhyuk’s mouth brushed his cock, a cool kiss. Using his tongue to try and draw Tablo’s cock into his mouth. Failing at first, succeeding. Trying to find an angle to bob his head. And Tablo tried to help, angling his hips, moving with Eunhyuk’s head.
And for a few minutes it was great. Eunhyuk’s mouth warm, and wet. Sucking, licking. The tease of a tongue on sensitive places, drag of lips.
And it was great, until Eunhyuk’s enthusiasm nearly pulled him from Tablo’s cock and sent him over backwards. Eunhyuk pulled away just slightly, panting. Mouth already reddened, swollen, from what he was doing.
“Please,” Eunhyuk said.
Tablo knew, kind of like the image burned through his brain. Please, Eunhyuk asked. If Eunhyuk didn’t have the leverage to do what he wanted, couldn’t hold himself steady, then the only way to get that was for Tablo to hold him steady. To hold his head still, and use his mouth as-
“Tell me what you want,” he told Eunhyuk.
And for a moment, he wondered if Eunhyuk would comply. In the harsh light his cheekbones stood out, the line of his nose. The perfect ears. And Eunhyuk’s eyes lifting.
“Please. Fuck my face.”
He was glad he was already hard, because those words from Eunhyuk’s lips, in his voice, rough with lust, would have killed him otherwise. Feeding his cock back into the warmth of Eunhyuk’s mouth, and letting him adjust. Cupping the back of Eunhyuk’s head to steady him, and drawing him slowly in. Letting the wetness spread, and feeling the hum as Eunhyuk reached his limit.
Right there then. Right there. And he let both hands curve around Eunhyuk’s head. Ready, Eunhyuk’s eyes told him. Ready for Tablo to rock his hips and drive into the wet, ready mouth. To use Eunhyuk for his pleasure. Not that he couldn’t resist. A scrape of teeth, a struggle, and Tablo would have known. He knew Eunhyuk’s body almost as well as he knew his own. It was like Eunhyuk was trying to suck his cock off, cheeks hollowing, the stutter of it letting go so Tablo could thrust back in. All while Eunhyuk’s tongue was wicked, going wild with every withdraw and making Tablo’s eyes roll back. All he wanted to do was watch, and move, and come.
So close. The warmth pulling him, his heartbeat rising-
The room tilting.
His pillow squishing under his neck.
His pillow?
He panted, staring up at the dark ceiling of his bedroom. A dream? And there was a wet sound from close by. Wet, around him.
He tossed back the covers with the speed of panic, and there were eyes staring back at him in the dimness. Eunhyuk, pulling his mouth off of Tablo’s erection with a smile.
“Your dream sounded like it was fun. I thought I’d help out a little,” Eunhyuk said.
The dream had felt so real. The mouth on his- Of course it had felt real. Maybe Eunhyuk wasn’t in leather underwear or kneeling all tied up, but he’d been getting Tablo good and hard.
“Don’t stop now,” he said, sounding a little put out, and still dazed from the drop into reality. “Please?”
Eunhyuk chuckled, and did what he did best: driving Tablo insane with his mouth. The images from his dream so fresh that it drove him up almost too quickly.
“Coming,” he gasped, but Eunhyuk wasn’t phased. He knew exactly how to bring Tablo up, keep him there, and ease him down. He had the man well trained. Very well trained. But all Tablo knew then was that it felt good, and that it kept going, and Eunhyuk was humming against his skin as he licked and soothed.
And all that was left was the throbbing satisfaction as Eunhyuk crawled up his body. He did Eunhyuk a little favor, kissing away a little smear of semen on his chin as Eunhyuk considered him.
“So what was the dream?” Eunhyuk asked. “Was I in it? Was I good?”
“You were. And very good, thank you,” Tablo said. “Shh. Let’s sleep.”
He could tell Eunhyuk they were playing cards, or golf, or any number of things. Nothing Eunhyuk would believe. But maybe he’d tell Eunhyuk the truth one day. Though what reaction he’d get, he didn’t know. Though the thought intrigued him. Eunhyuk would call him a pervert. Possibly true.
“Love you,” he murmured against Eunhyuk’s ear. It got him a smile.
And he’d have to see what was next to dream.
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Prompt: PG-13 - Image of man petting a wolf (from " The World I Know">)
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“Daniel.”
He groaned, not wanting to wake up. Keeping his eyes closed, he frowned, hoping that that would be enough to drive away the noise. He remembered pain, and he remembered the scent of leaves, and grass. Warm earth. And he sighed.
The whine woke him. He licked is lips, pushing out his hand. Something was pawing at his arm, and it encouraged him, at last, to open his eyes. The muzzle, he saw first. Dark nose, silvered hairs.
Golden eyes staring down at him.
The moment of panic shot cold over his skin. But it didn’t take even a heartbeat to orient himself. Not just any wolf trying to wake him. Head cocked as he waited for Tablo to move.
“I’m awake,” he croaked, and wondered why Hyukjae was in wolf form. As he was, he was nearly smiling, that doggy kind of smile. Fluffy tail waving as Tablo sat up. And he laughed, as his face was covered in warm, adoring licks. “Your breath leaves something to be desired.”
And with his muzzle, Hyukjae nearly gave him a solid uppercut to the chin for his insult.
He brushed the debris from his hands and back as he stood, the forest verdant and singing around him. All he had on was a small scrap of cloth, but then again, the only one who could see him was walking on four legs.
“Okay, I’m up. Where are we going?”
Hyukjae gave another little whine, trotting away a short distance before twisting his head back as though to make sure Tablo was following. And he was. Pushing aside branches and following Hyukjae through a path clearly not trod by someone his height. Probably would’ve been easier if he could’ve turned into a wolf as well, but that was only going to happen in his imagination.
Hyukjae scrambled over a rotting log, pausing as Tablo did the same. And they stopped briefly, for Hyukjae to roll in the dirt, scratching his back in the most comical way possible. It was afternoon, and the sun was angled brightly from behind them. It urged him in a way to keep up as Hyukjae continued on. Stay with the light, his protector, his mate.
And he realized that where Hyukjae led him was a rocky outcrop. Even if it wasn’t terribly high in the air, below them he could see the river winding, in the distance another ledge with some kind of cave. Hyukjae lay down at the edge, and Tablo sat carefully beside him.
“Master of all you survey?” Tablo asked, resting a hand on Hyukjae’s shoulder blades. The shifting of Hyukjae’s eyebrows told Tablo just what Hyukjae thought of that, and it made him laugh. Hyukjae wasn’t responsible for all the forest. But at least some of what they saw, and certainly what they sat on, belonged to Hyukjae.
“Earth is your element, I know that,” Tablo said, and began to scratch through the thick fur at Hyukjae’s neck. “Kind of odd to think we’re sitting on your element, as well as your part of the forest. Does it mind? Or are we just part of it?”
Hyukjae stood, cool nose pressing to Tablo’s cheek. And a paw awkwardly pressed to Tablo’s stomach urged him to lay back. Familiar, with them, that movement. Stroking Hyukjae’s shoulder and making himself comfortable on the ground. Hyukjae’s not-insubstantial body moving over his.
“What’s up with you?” he asked, sliding his arms around Hyukjae’s neck. The heat of Hyukjae’s wolf body, and the thickness of the fur making him want to squeeze Hyukjae closer and scratch and pet until Hyukjae was whining with joy. But there was something else on Hyukjae’s mind.
The pelt slid back, and there was Hyukjae’s face. Dark eyed, hair flopping back where the pelt had caught it.
“Now maybe master of all I survey,” Hyukjae said, lips trembling as they stared at each other.
“I can’t even argue with that,” Tablo said, and his hands fit perfectly to Hyukjae’s jaw.
The pelt slid beside them, forgotten, as Hyukjae’s head lowered to press kisses across his lips. To Hyukjae, he would give anything. Letting Hyukjae’s body settle between his thighs as they nuzzled and kissed. The care Hyukjae took in every movement, to where it was not just Hyukjae’s taste that he savored, but the need to show Hyukjae all that care in return.
“Daniel,” Hyukjae said, smiling. The smile that made his eyes shine, and his face light. The one that made Tablo’s face twitch in sympathy, even though he knew he couldn’t manage even a fraction of what Hyukjae was showing. “Thank you for coming to be with me.”
He blinked up in some confusion at the sudden thanks. “Where else would I be, if I wasn’t with you?”
“Always with me, Daniel. Sleep now, you’re safe.”
He let his thighs tap on Hyukjae’s hips, a subtle reminder of what they’d been up to. But Hyukjae curved down against him. The silkiness of his hair against Tablo’s jaw, and he rubbed circles on Hyukjae’s back. Warm, and real. His mate, bidding him sleep, as the forest lived and breathed around them.
Cradled by the earth, Hyukjae’s earth. And by Hyukjae.
“Daniel?”
The light seared straight to the back of his skull, Tablo would have testified to that, and he squinted hard. Not sunlight, but some kind of stupidly bright overhead fluorescent deal that should’ve been illegal.
Not the kind of thing he’d have expected to see in a forest.
“The wolf!” he croaked. And Hyukjae’s face came into focus.
“Wolf?” Hyukjae asked, and Tablo could feel his fingers threading through the ones that rested on whatever bed he was laying on.
“I dreamed of the forest. The wolf. You were with me.”
Hyukjae’s eyes were soft. “So the big bad wolf was your protector instead of attacker, huh?”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
“I’m glad,” Hyukjae said, smoothing fingers along Tablo’s forehead. “They got your appendix out just fine. The doctor told me you were a model patient.”
“Oh. Good.” Very good. Maybe his brain was still fuzzy around the edges, but he was still in thrall of the dream. It had been so real. Of course, so much of it had been real, for them. But in its most idyllic state. As though the forest word had been whole again, and he and Hyukjae were free to roam as they pleased.
The wolf had protected him, and shown him the way. Hyukjae, leading him back to safety.
And even if Hyukjae was smiling at him a little indulgently, as though he knew Tablo was still half gone, he knew only one thing truly mattered.
“I love you,” he murmured, squeezing Hyukjae’s hand.
And it didn’t matter what world, what form. As long as Hyukjae was there, loving him. No, he was still loopy.
And he also slept for another 30 minutes, before waking up desperate for water. When they were alone, truly alone, he’d tell Hyukjae all about it.
Though the way Hyukjae had smiled at him, perhaps he knew already.
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“Let me be with him!” Hyukjae begged. Anything could go wrong. Any surgery was dangerous, and he’d seen the pain on Daniel’s face. And the dreaminess as he’d sunk under the anesthesia.
He felt resistance to his plea. The wolf spirit wasn’t sure, didn’t know if it was needed.
Daniel was his mate. He needed to be there.
Picture the tree.
The cradle of them all, that tree. Protector. Bridge between their world and the next. Even if he couldn’t touch it, he could use its power.
And in his spirit’s form, he drew his mate from pain and slumber.
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Prompt: PG - Blohyuk see Parked
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It didn’t matter that the screen had subtitles. He was used to foreign movies. It was the action and the plots, and sometimes the sneaky ones that kind of snuck in and grabbed him. It was nice, as a celebrity, getting into the film festival screenings. Nice also not to have to go alone. He glanced to his right where Tablo was staring at the screen with rapt eyes.
Of course, Tablo knew how much he admired this actor, so he’d sit through anything.
And at the end of the movie, hand him tissues and tease him till he smiled.
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Prompt: G - Brushing teeth
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Cute, was the only word for it. Okay, so maybe people brushing their teeth wasn’t supposed to be cute. Maybe it should’ve been gross. But Hyukjae was something else. The way he stood in front of the mirror and analyzed each placement of the bristles for maximum tooth exposure. The little overflow dribbles of spit and toothpaste creating a bit of a lipstick affect that Tablo laughed at from where he watched.
“What’s so funny?” Hyukjae asked, rinsing out his mouth, satisfied with his progress.
“You.”
All clean, Tablo leaned in, to taste the fresh minty taste from Hyukjae’s lips.
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Prompt: R - skin
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It was Hyukjae’s skin. The moments he was shy, when his eyes flashed, hands covering. But it wasn’t the skin he bared that was so distracting. Sometimes it was the skin that was always there, the skin that was out for all eyes to see.
For all the questions, it always came down to that. During a movie, a kiss to his neck. The way he’d sigh and lean.
It was seduction for no greater purpose, to hear the music of skin against skin. Wet, dry. The drift of kisses.
To spend hours there, in the crook of his jaw. Soft skin beneath dips and planes, tender and fragile and strong. Feeling his shudders at traces over collarbones. Fingertips against his swallows.
He doesn’t think there is anything better than Hyukjae leaning back into him.
“Do you like that?” he whispers, feeling Hyukjae’s inhale.
He knew it without asking. Knew it without an answer. It wasn’t foreplay. It just was. Maybe a TV would be on, or their CD player. Or the silence. There was something about pleasing Hyukjae. It was means to its own end.
He loved the play of muscle up the side of Hyukjae’s neck. To meet the edge of Hyukjae’s hair with his mouth, and follow it back down where it disappeared above his collarbone. To tug his earlobe with his teeth. Not pain. But to let his tongue map the edge of it, how it melded above his jaw.
Mapping was correct. There were no longitude markers. All he had were marks of time, freckles or moles, and he knew each one. Knew how many kisses it took from Hyukjae’s throat to his ear, from his ear to the mark right behind it, or the one beneath his jaw. Or to the mark on the other side of his throat. Hyukjae’s head hanging forward to feel the kisses along the back of his hairline, down the top of his spine and over. Swiveling to give him access. Not a hairdresser, or a doctor. His lover. His mate.
They could draw constellations on his skin, and it wouldn’t distract him. Jewels, flowers, words. He’d written too many words against Hyukjae’s skin to count, knew exactly how his hand fit to Hyukae’s jaw, his shoulder. Felt swallows against his lips, moans against his fingers.
He left a mark, a fading one, sucking too hard. Treated to Hyukjae’s darting smile, touching it. As though daring him to touch it again. It was Hyukjae’s fault, really. He knew Hyukjae understood his fascination. That he wanted to know every fold of skin, every way it moved. It fed back into their love life. Hyukjae laying back his head, and letting his fingers trace the front of his jeans.
He’d felt Hyukjae come that way, just from his kisses, gasping into Hyukjae’s neck and watching as Hyukjae touched himself and came over his stomach.
Almost as good as an orgasm. Almost.
Inhaling. Scent. It was memory, and mood, and desire. Hyukjae after a shower, or after a meal, or after a day at work.
He left his own scent behind Hyukjae’s ear. Against Hyukjae’s mouth. Lips firming against his. Not giving, but taking.
Pleasure when Hyukjae returned it. Smiling above him, perched on elbows and knees. The rustle of their clothing together, and Hyukjae humming as his sides were touched. True moments when it was just them, and nothing else. When a freckle constituted the whole of his focus, and he could intently cover Hyukjae with kisses. Little escapes. Little pleasures.
To shudder at Hyukjae’s mouth against his ear, and feel every touch returned. To feel the chuckle, because the tongue against his throat made him shiver.
And after, when teasing faded to lust. And half-removed clothes were an afterthought, he watched Hyukjae sleep.
Hair mussed against his cheekbone and forehead. Head craned back a little awkwardly on the pillow, lost in the aftermath of pleasure. He rolled closer, getting the both more comfortable.
And wondered where his kisses would take him next.
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Prompt: R - Eunhyuk’s new hair. Neck!porn
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The silky blondness wasn’t as fluffy. Fingers drawn through it, his mouth pressed to it. Now darkened, clinging to Hyukjae’s forehead with sweat. Hyukjae’s mouth dropped as Tablo pinned him. He felt the gasp in the working of Hyukjae’s throat, letting his lips drag against Hyukjae’s swallows. The shudders as his teeth scraped beneath Hyukjae’s jaw. He wondered sometimes if he could make Hyukjae come just from that.
But it wasn’t just one way, as Hyukjae flipped them. Panting, eyes rimmed and dark. Hungry. The mark Hyukjae sucked onto his neck would show. But they both liked it that way.
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Prompt: NC-17 - forever blohyuk. Neck!porn, the usual
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The rustling of the blanket and the clank of mugs were like pure aural proof that they were getting ready for a serious night of television. The blanket was for their legs of course, and the mugs full of tea and coffee. They had a bowl of fruit, and a bag of chips stashed nearby, and the springs of the couch groaned as he added his weight beside Tablo’s. It was just the slightest bit chilly in the apartment. It wasn’t exactly planned that way, but it did promote closeness. Tucking the blanket around their legs and leaning against each other. He patted Tablo’s stomach and got a grunt, smiling. They’d just finished the dinner dishes, so they were truly ready to relax.
“What will happen this week,” Tablo asked.
He hummed, letting Tablo get an arm around his shoulders. “Do you think it’s what we want to happen?”
He could almost see Tablo roll his eyes. “Is it ever?”
They shifted together as the show wore on, hips together, one of his thighs creeping over Tablo’s. Finding that comfortable spot. It wasn’t like they weren’t used to it, using each other as body pillows in bed.
He grunted, Tablo pulling him closer, and he felt the chuckle against the side of his neck It made a corner of his mouth twitch, eyes still fixed on the TV.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, nudging Tablo’s thigh under the blanket.
“Nothing. Keep watching.”
Nothing was not quite the correct word Nothing for several seconds, yes. Nothing at all, not quite. Tablo exhaled, the warmth of it so close to his skin that it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. And he didn’t have time enough to inhale himself, before he felt the cool brush of lips against his skin. The shiver started in his lower back and wouldn’t let him go, fingers tight on Tablo’s leg. Tablo knew…knew what that did to him. It took him several breaths to be able to concentrate on what was going on on screen.
But he knew better than to think it was over. Tablo’s lips were wet, pressing against the skin of his neck. Pulling away, slow. Exhaling, every bit of damp, clinging to him. A kiss that didn’t end, but moved, Tablo’s lower lips skimming. Finding a new patch of skin, and another. The spot beneath his ear that had his head curving, near his hairline that made him shiver.
He’d never known before Tablo what a turn-on it was. That this place that seemed so incidental could make his stomach tighten and his skin shudder. The point of Tablo’s tongue against the muscles of his neck, the sucking kisses. Savoring. Savoring in a way he had only ever seen Tablo do- Between his legs. And it felt sometimes like his neck was an extension of his cock. Not because it was sensitive, not in quite the same ways- But Tablo made him feel it.
Not just beside each other like they were. But in bed, bucking up against Tablo’s body and feeling Tablo’s moans muffled beneath his jaw. Or in the shower, Tablo behind him, holding him, pressing kissed down the back of his neck. Or while they slept, flopped together, snuffles against his throat.
But knowing Tablo’s addiction allowed him to work it. Wearing shirts that emphasized it. Letting his head rock back so Tablo could molest him with his eyes. It was all subtle, deliberate, and needy. Tablo was his lover, and he was not so high opinionated on himself that he was above working what he knew Tablo enjoyed.
He remembered a month or two into their relationship, making out. Hands shaking with need, on his knees and tugging open Tablo’s pants. Not the first time he’d sucked Tablo off, not the first man, either, but he’d been hungry that night. Something about the atmosphere, all the experiences they had building to that moment. The way Tablo’s arm had hooked around him, kissing him. More in sync than they had ever been, and he drew Tablo to the orgasm that he knew was indisputably his.
His timing had been just a little off. And instead of Tablo coming in his mouth, he came against his chin, onto his neck. He hadn’t been able to think about it, stroking, sucking again until Tablo had sighed.
And then all he wanted to do was laugh, feeling the come start to cool on his skin, and knowing what he looked like. Hoping it hadn’t gotten onto his collar. He was prepared to be sheepish, but Tablo had tilted up his chin and they had considered each other. Tablo’s color was high, eyes laze with the lush pleasure. And he’d stayed still, accepting Tablo’s kiss.
“Looks good on you,” Tablo said, voice a little sly. Dirty. Intriguing. And his embarrassment faded to surprise and appreciating. His skin was wet then, not from come, but from Tablo’s tongue. Lathing him clean. It had been his first shudder. Tablo’s lips against his neck, sucking. Gentle. Marking him. Making his thighs tense, eyes wide and blind.
And he came that way, Tablo settling with him on the floor and getting a hand in his pants. And he’d buried his moans against Tablo’s neck, wound against him.
That had just been the start. A hundred blow jobs ago, give or take a few. One apartment, and as many admissions of their feelings later. Give or take a few more.
“Gorgeous,” Tablo murmured now, rifling through his hair and drawing a grin.
“Am I a dog you’re petting?”
“Never.” And Tablo twisted a little, laying back. “Unless you want an order to sit.”
He turned off the television, neither of them interested any more, and crawled over Tablo’s body. He wasn’t there for Tablo’s neck, any more than Tablo was there for his. But it was pure pleasure.
And he purred against Tablo’s mouth, as Tablo’s hands traced up his back. Kissing. He loved they way they fit together, felt together. Tablo had a thing for his mouth, too, he thought as he sucked on Tablo’s lower lip. They could explore that next.
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Prompt: PG - girl!hyuk ficlet based off of " Supersonic Mating Call" by wobaozhewo
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The number of dolphins was beginning to be obscene. Somehow one gag gift, or one sincere one, had turned into a small stable, a herd, a pod. Whatever it was. They had it. He joked with her that they needed a bigger apartment, just to house the dolphin collection.
Of course Eunhyuk rolled her eyes at him, pointing out that what he saw as this massive overwhelming thing, actually only was one organized corner of their second bedroom. And he loved dolphins - the real ones. Truly. They were like extensions of his family. And on the wall, the pictures of her and the dolphins were right alongside pictures of him and her, and of their families. Sometimes he wished she worked with something a little smaller, like a few anchovy schools. But then he considered she could be working with much larger things, or things with very big teeth, and he was mostly content. She almost was a fish in his head, as content in the water as she was walking out of it. Mermaid? Siren? She’d seemed like both.
And there was something about her when her skin was all wet that got him going, every time.
But even if the dolphin corner remained, the rest of the extra room was in transition. He’d muscled desks out, and moved in a chair, a dresser. Basically things for her to start organizing with, because having the supplies they’d started amassing in piles had been driving her slightly insane. And he didn’t really like seeing her on her knees trying to organize stuff on the floor. They’d both been pleased by the result. It actually looked like they were half read for their new resident to appear.
When he found, she was folding clothes, the dolphin corner behind her. He knew she was quite aware of his presence, and it pleased him very much to slide his arms around her, using both hands to cup her rounded belly.
“Hi. I’ve been thinking of doing a water birth,” she said, leaning back into him. The thought of it wasn’t surprising to him, as she’d been dropping all sorts of literature around the house for his edification. In fact when he’d been reading about it, he’d thought of her. Glancing up where she had sat with her feet tucked up after having dusted everything in their apartment.
“I think it’s something we could seriously look into.”
“It sounds soothing. And I know nothing about it is going to be soothing.”
He could hear the note in her voice, the note that told him she was fretting for what she was missing out on in the short term, even as she anticipated the birth of their child.
“You’ll be back doing shows again. You won’t forget how.”
Scrupulously planned, this birth. He thought she had known almost to the moment of conception, the seasons for the dolphins coming into play. It wasn’t like he’d minded, since the getting there had been fun. The only thing that had nagged had been her hope of everything going just as planned. Which it had. Their little off-season baby. And he was pretty sure he really was the father, and not some kind of sea osmosis pregnancy, even when she started yearning. He was only the tiniest bit jealous at times.
“This kid isn’t going to come out with fins, right?” he asked, nipping at the top of her shoulder.
She just laughed, turning her head so he could see the smile dancing in her eyes. “You never know.”
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Prompt: NC-17 girl!hyuk, nail painting
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Eunhyuk glanced up when it was clear she had a visitor on the floor. Daniel taking a great interest in what she was doing in painting her toenails. Normally it wasn’t the kind of thing he stuck around for, preferring to be upside down with a book than actually be involved in the mysterious grooming rituals. As he put it. He liked the results, but the actual doing, not so much.
So it had her pausing, the silver polish bottle in one hand, brush in the other as she stared at him, waiting for what he needed.
“Yes?”
“Just enjoying the view,” he said, poking his finger inside the leg of her shorts where it was gaping.
“Pervert. I’m wearing underwear.”
“Sad for me. But I see that. And now I get to think about how to take them off.”
She watched him very carefully, dipping the brush in the polish again, to make sure he wasn’t going to try to think too hard about it right then.
“Not until this dries,” she cautioned. “You know how hard it is to get out of cloth.”
“Mmhmm. It seems like it’d be harder to paint. You know, than your nails.”
He must really want something, if he was engaging in conversation. Though, the tank top he wore did show off his shoulders really nicely. And if he started petting her leg- Her body purred agreement, even as she sighed and tutored.
“Not really. With fingernails, you have to do one hand with the one that’s not dominant. So that can be challenging. This is more just a problem of angles.”
“Angles or not, it looks pretty. Though, your toes are always pretty. This is just. Polished. …Ahah. Yes. Polished.”
She would have kicked him if the polish hadn’t still been wet.
He would have made the biggest joke if she’d said that out loud. Just wet there? She could hear it, and all variations of it. Just like she could tell he’d be all over her the second she gave the slightest hint of encouragement.
But she knew of ways to tease. Just making small sighs as she fished, a little grunt as she reached for a qtip to clean up a little mistake. And maybe, just maybe, letting her legs slip open a little wider. And it was her luck that it was a quick drying polish, because the more she saw him shift, the more she thought of him, the more she wanted. Sometimes, it seemed like he thought he was the only one who had needs. Like he was totally taking advantage. Sometimes he got it, though.
And sometimes she was the one who felt like taking advantage. The sight of his startled face when she rolled on top of him. Fading into knowing. Reaching into his underwear and stroking him from utter relaxation, to the peak of firmness. She quaked a little inside to see him hard for her, feeling beautiful, desirable, because of how he looked at her, how he touched her. He told her he wanted to take her in front of a mirror once, so he could show her how beautiful she was, let her watch the orgasm flush over her, the rise and fall of her breasts, and how he touched her. She argued they could do the same with a camera - a daring idea. But he seemed still taken by the thought.
He was definitely feeling frisky, when she leaned forward to kiss him. Feeling his moan, as she slid her hand up his thigh to test the waters. The little sounds had worked. Not that she’d had any doubt.
“Come on,” she said, standing and tugging up on his chin.
But to stand, he dragged both hands up the length of her legs. Letting his nose bump from her lower stomach all the way up to her throat.
“What do you think you’re up to?” she asked him, teasing the short hairs at the back of his neck.
“Whatever you want,” he said, and dropped down just low enough to grind their hips together.
“You… You saw the photoshoot pictures, didn’t you!”
He chuckled, and the sound of it was dirty. “Eunhyuk. Is it wrong to feel so happy I’m the only one who gets to touch you? In your chair, your hair all soft and curled. Legs going on forever.”
“No one touching besides the stylists,” she teased. But she knew the picture he spoke of, sexy but still classy. Sometimes when she stared at the camera during shoots like that, she imagined she was looking at him. So when he reacted as he did to them, it was perfect.
“I didn’t know if I’d like this color, but… You’re gorgeous. So gorgeous.”
He was leading her steadily back, with her guiding hands, to the bed.
“You first,” she said, pushing at his chest.
And he knew what she meant. That when he threw aside clothes and lay back on the bed, he was waiting for her. Waiting, so he could watch as she tugged up her shirt. Tossing it down with a little flick, and loosing her bra. It slithered down as well, and he waggled his eyebrows at her, stroking himself as she put on her little show. Bare, she climbed over him, and he hugged her close. Their skin warming to the others as she kissed him, and wiggled. He hummed for her, tipping up into her kisses, and lifting his hips for her to move against. Until she needed. Ready to push up and toss her hair back, and stroke his erection with one hand as he shifted under her. Guiding him inside her, and sinking onto him, accepting, greeting him. His fingertips were tickling her knees, head tossed back as he just enjoyed. But his attention was fully on her as she began to move, rising, and falling, using her own weight as a lever, and loving the feel of him.
She loved to be on top. The control of the angle, the speed, the power. And he liked it, too, for a multitude of reasons. She remembered the first time they’d tried it, in totally, blanketing darkness. So much darkness that she couldn’t even see his face, and every sound seemed magnified by a thousand. But with one tap of the light, and him propped up enough to kiss, it had become a different sort of experiment entirely.
Her hair slid over her shoulder as she rode, and he reached up to touch. Tugging on the curls, skimming her shoulder. Cupping her breast as he sighed out a moan, before gripping her hips again. Not to control her, to help her. To where some of the movement was taken off of her, so she could enjoy the feel of him. And it wasn’t a position she could sustain for long, desperation forcing them to move, or move faster.
It was so easy to lean over, to drag his arm and feel him move with her. To land on her back all diagonal on the bed as his weight settled over her. He had two great fistfuls of her hair, relying on her to guide him as he took her mouth. Kissing, even as he slid inside her, beginning the rocking slide that had her clutching at him. The muscles in her legs relaxed, drawing him in, faster. It was the peculiar thing about sex. Sometimes he came and it was unexpected, and sometimes she could feel his urgency so plainly, it was as though he was transferring all that sexual energy right into her. He was, with his hips, his mouth, the way he ground into her, touched her, kissed her. Kissing her neck, her collar bones, and saying her name on a sex-roughened growl. Primal and full of need, he drew her up the sneaky slope of arousal and release, where each meeting of their hips had her control slipping from her fingertips.
“Tablo,” she begged. And there was a please right after it, unvoiced, and unneeded as he pressed deeper, leaned further. Almost right away, sending her up.
It was a struggle not to hold her breath as she visualized him sweaty and naked, taking her on a beach. His shoulders, and the motion of his hips, and the unbearable sexiness as he touched her. Unstoppable motion as he urged her to come-
And her neck exhale was half a cry, and her body convulsed around him as all the energy he’d been feeding into her, released, urged by the power of him between her legs. Each aftershock almost as powerful as the first as he groaned against her neck, and she gasped for air as her body throbbed and was pummeled by his increasingly erratic thrusts.
And she held him as he came, breathing hard against the skin of her shoulder. Taking the lingering slides that meant he was coming down from his high, but not willing to relinquish her body, not yet. And he nuzzled closer.
The most tender he was, usually was right after sex. When he would draw her against him and press kisses against her face. The guard he usually held in place was down. She knew he loved her, and he told her so at other times as well. But it was a different thing entirely to hear him say it with his voice still a little rough.
“Eunhyukkie. Love your hair,” he murmured.
She smiled, and was glad. Because she loved it too. And she loved him.
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Pairing: Tablo/Eunhyuk (also ficlets with Tablo/girl!Eunhyuk)
Rating: G-NC-17
Genre: AU, ficlets
Warnings: Some have sexual situations. Watch for the prompts.
Summary: Various drabbles and ficlets including one from animal!verse, and girl!Eunhyuk ficlets.
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A/N: For...for. Well. The birthday girl who deserves it all. XD~
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Prompt: NC-17 - smutty dream
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The first time he’d met Eunhyuk, Eunhyuk had been in jeans and a thickly-striped red and white polo shirt. It had been casual, but it hadn’t been the clothes that had drawn him. Not his shoulders, or the set of his hips, or the line of his nose.
And maybe the gut-instinct attraction hadn’t kicked in until the third or fourth meeting, when Eunhyuk had been laughing, his whole face beaming it. Kind of weird to think a smile was the catalyst to knowing he wanted this man in his bed, and quite possibly in his life. A little younger, sure. A little soft, a little cocky all at once. But he all but sweated genuineness. Hell, he’d have almost called it purity. Aside from the things they did to each other in the dark. This from a guy who wouldn’t drink because of a childhood promise. He had half a mind to think that he would’ve give up alcohol himself, if it meant that Eunhyuk looked at him just like that, just a little longer.
The smell of the room was like rain, and rust. But the air around him was warm. He walked forward, through into the light, and he looked for Eunhyuk. Could feel him there.
Dark hair, flopping onto his forehead, shoulders gleaming in the light. Thighs as well. Expanse of skin that Tablo hadn’t been expecting. Naked, kneeling.
Or not quite naked. Leather between his thighs, around his hips. Leather briefs, soft, and brown and supple. They had to be supple, because as Eunhyuk’s head rose, full lips casting shadows onto his chin, Tablo could could see how hard Eunhyuk’s erection was fighting to be free from its confines. Arounds and staring at him. Urging him forward. The further he went, the closer he got, he could see that Eunhyuk’s arms were bound. Black ribbon along the skin of his arms, forcing his shoulders back. Carefully balanced on both knees.
Waiting.
Eunhyuk licked his lips, a simple move full of sin. Dark-clad hips jerking as though for friction, as Eunhyuk stared down Tablo’s body.
The trembled inhale was something else. Because it was obvious what Eunhyuk wanted. He reached into his own pants and began to jerk himself. Hearing Eunhyuk’s hungry whimper. Wanting so badly to suck.
“You want this?” he asked, and Eunhyuk almost swayed, overbalancing forward. Too much.
“Give it to me,” Eunhyuk said.
He was impressed. And what could he do but comply with the demand of a bound man. Pants shoved down, and Eunhyuk swayed again, mouth waiting to part, ready. And he was mostly hard when Eunhyuk’s mouth brushed his cock, a cool kiss. Using his tongue to try and draw Tablo’s cock into his mouth. Failing at first, succeeding. Trying to find an angle to bob his head. And Tablo tried to help, angling his hips, moving with Eunhyuk’s head.
And for a few minutes it was great. Eunhyuk’s mouth warm, and wet. Sucking, licking. The tease of a tongue on sensitive places, drag of lips.
And it was great, until Eunhyuk’s enthusiasm nearly pulled him from Tablo’s cock and sent him over backwards. Eunhyuk pulled away just slightly, panting. Mouth already reddened, swollen, from what he was doing.
“Please,” Eunhyuk said.
Tablo knew, kind of like the image burned through his brain. Please, Eunhyuk asked. If Eunhyuk didn’t have the leverage to do what he wanted, couldn’t hold himself steady, then the only way to get that was for Tablo to hold him steady. To hold his head still, and use his mouth as-
“Tell me what you want,” he told Eunhyuk.
And for a moment, he wondered if Eunhyuk would comply. In the harsh light his cheekbones stood out, the line of his nose. The perfect ears. And Eunhyuk’s eyes lifting.
“Please. Fuck my face.”
He was glad he was already hard, because those words from Eunhyuk’s lips, in his voice, rough with lust, would have killed him otherwise. Feeding his cock back into the warmth of Eunhyuk’s mouth, and letting him adjust. Cupping the back of Eunhyuk’s head to steady him, and drawing him slowly in. Letting the wetness spread, and feeling the hum as Eunhyuk reached his limit.
Right there then. Right there. And he let both hands curve around Eunhyuk’s head. Ready, Eunhyuk’s eyes told him. Ready for Tablo to rock his hips and drive into the wet, ready mouth. To use Eunhyuk for his pleasure. Not that he couldn’t resist. A scrape of teeth, a struggle, and Tablo would have known. He knew Eunhyuk’s body almost as well as he knew his own. It was like Eunhyuk was trying to suck his cock off, cheeks hollowing, the stutter of it letting go so Tablo could thrust back in. All while Eunhyuk’s tongue was wicked, going wild with every withdraw and making Tablo’s eyes roll back. All he wanted to do was watch, and move, and come.
So close. The warmth pulling him, his heartbeat rising-
The room tilting.
His pillow squishing under his neck.
His pillow?
He panted, staring up at the dark ceiling of his bedroom. A dream? And there was a wet sound from close by. Wet, around him.
He tossed back the covers with the speed of panic, and there were eyes staring back at him in the dimness. Eunhyuk, pulling his mouth off of Tablo’s erection with a smile.
“Your dream sounded like it was fun. I thought I’d help out a little,” Eunhyuk said.
The dream had felt so real. The mouth on his- Of course it had felt real. Maybe Eunhyuk wasn’t in leather underwear or kneeling all tied up, but he’d been getting Tablo good and hard.
“Don’t stop now,” he said, sounding a little put out, and still dazed from the drop into reality. “Please?”
Eunhyuk chuckled, and did what he did best: driving Tablo insane with his mouth. The images from his dream so fresh that it drove him up almost too quickly.
“Coming,” he gasped, but Eunhyuk wasn’t phased. He knew exactly how to bring Tablo up, keep him there, and ease him down. He had the man well trained. Very well trained. But all Tablo knew then was that it felt good, and that it kept going, and Eunhyuk was humming against his skin as he licked and soothed.
And all that was left was the throbbing satisfaction as Eunhyuk crawled up his body. He did Eunhyuk a little favor, kissing away a little smear of semen on his chin as Eunhyuk considered him.
“So what was the dream?” Eunhyuk asked. “Was I in it? Was I good?”
“You were. And very good, thank you,” Tablo said. “Shh. Let’s sleep.”
He could tell Eunhyuk they were playing cards, or golf, or any number of things. Nothing Eunhyuk would believe. But maybe he’d tell Eunhyuk the truth one day. Though what reaction he’d get, he didn’t know. Though the thought intrigued him. Eunhyuk would call him a pervert. Possibly true.
“Love you,” he murmured against Eunhyuk’s ear. It got him a smile.
And he’d have to see what was next to dream.
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Prompt: PG-13 - Image of man petting a wolf (from " The World I Know">)
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“Daniel.”
He groaned, not wanting to wake up. Keeping his eyes closed, he frowned, hoping that that would be enough to drive away the noise. He remembered pain, and he remembered the scent of leaves, and grass. Warm earth. And he sighed.
The whine woke him. He licked is lips, pushing out his hand. Something was pawing at his arm, and it encouraged him, at last, to open his eyes. The muzzle, he saw first. Dark nose, silvered hairs.
Golden eyes staring down at him.
The moment of panic shot cold over his skin. But it didn’t take even a heartbeat to orient himself. Not just any wolf trying to wake him. Head cocked as he waited for Tablo to move.
“I’m awake,” he croaked, and wondered why Hyukjae was in wolf form. As he was, he was nearly smiling, that doggy kind of smile. Fluffy tail waving as Tablo sat up. And he laughed, as his face was covered in warm, adoring licks. “Your breath leaves something to be desired.”
And with his muzzle, Hyukjae nearly gave him a solid uppercut to the chin for his insult.
He brushed the debris from his hands and back as he stood, the forest verdant and singing around him. All he had on was a small scrap of cloth, but then again, the only one who could see him was walking on four legs.
“Okay, I’m up. Where are we going?”
Hyukjae gave another little whine, trotting away a short distance before twisting his head back as though to make sure Tablo was following. And he was. Pushing aside branches and following Hyukjae through a path clearly not trod by someone his height. Probably would’ve been easier if he could’ve turned into a wolf as well, but that was only going to happen in his imagination.
Hyukjae scrambled over a rotting log, pausing as Tablo did the same. And they stopped briefly, for Hyukjae to roll in the dirt, scratching his back in the most comical way possible. It was afternoon, and the sun was angled brightly from behind them. It urged him in a way to keep up as Hyukjae continued on. Stay with the light, his protector, his mate.
And he realized that where Hyukjae led him was a rocky outcrop. Even if it wasn’t terribly high in the air, below them he could see the river winding, in the distance another ledge with some kind of cave. Hyukjae lay down at the edge, and Tablo sat carefully beside him.
“Master of all you survey?” Tablo asked, resting a hand on Hyukjae’s shoulder blades. The shifting of Hyukjae’s eyebrows told Tablo just what Hyukjae thought of that, and it made him laugh. Hyukjae wasn’t responsible for all the forest. But at least some of what they saw, and certainly what they sat on, belonged to Hyukjae.
“Earth is your element, I know that,” Tablo said, and began to scratch through the thick fur at Hyukjae’s neck. “Kind of odd to think we’re sitting on your element, as well as your part of the forest. Does it mind? Or are we just part of it?”
Hyukjae stood, cool nose pressing to Tablo’s cheek. And a paw awkwardly pressed to Tablo’s stomach urged him to lay back. Familiar, with them, that movement. Stroking Hyukjae’s shoulder and making himself comfortable on the ground. Hyukjae’s not-insubstantial body moving over his.
“What’s up with you?” he asked, sliding his arms around Hyukjae’s neck. The heat of Hyukjae’s wolf body, and the thickness of the fur making him want to squeeze Hyukjae closer and scratch and pet until Hyukjae was whining with joy. But there was something else on Hyukjae’s mind.
The pelt slid back, and there was Hyukjae’s face. Dark eyed, hair flopping back where the pelt had caught it.
“Now maybe master of all I survey,” Hyukjae said, lips trembling as they stared at each other.
“I can’t even argue with that,” Tablo said, and his hands fit perfectly to Hyukjae’s jaw.
The pelt slid beside them, forgotten, as Hyukjae’s head lowered to press kisses across his lips. To Hyukjae, he would give anything. Letting Hyukjae’s body settle between his thighs as they nuzzled and kissed. The care Hyukjae took in every movement, to where it was not just Hyukjae’s taste that he savored, but the need to show Hyukjae all that care in return.
“Daniel,” Hyukjae said, smiling. The smile that made his eyes shine, and his face light. The one that made Tablo’s face twitch in sympathy, even though he knew he couldn’t manage even a fraction of what Hyukjae was showing. “Thank you for coming to be with me.”
He blinked up in some confusion at the sudden thanks. “Where else would I be, if I wasn’t with you?”
“Always with me, Daniel. Sleep now, you’re safe.”
He let his thighs tap on Hyukjae’s hips, a subtle reminder of what they’d been up to. But Hyukjae curved down against him. The silkiness of his hair against Tablo’s jaw, and he rubbed circles on Hyukjae’s back. Warm, and real. His mate, bidding him sleep, as the forest lived and breathed around them.
Cradled by the earth, Hyukjae’s earth. And by Hyukjae.
“Daniel?”
The light seared straight to the back of his skull, Tablo would have testified to that, and he squinted hard. Not sunlight, but some kind of stupidly bright overhead fluorescent deal that should’ve been illegal.
Not the kind of thing he’d have expected to see in a forest.
“The wolf!” he croaked. And Hyukjae’s face came into focus.
“Wolf?” Hyukjae asked, and Tablo could feel his fingers threading through the ones that rested on whatever bed he was laying on.
“I dreamed of the forest. The wolf. You were with me.”
Hyukjae’s eyes were soft. “So the big bad wolf was your protector instead of attacker, huh?”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
“I’m glad,” Hyukjae said, smoothing fingers along Tablo’s forehead. “They got your appendix out just fine. The doctor told me you were a model patient.”
“Oh. Good.” Very good. Maybe his brain was still fuzzy around the edges, but he was still in thrall of the dream. It had been so real. Of course, so much of it had been real, for them. But in its most idyllic state. As though the forest word had been whole again, and he and Hyukjae were free to roam as they pleased.
The wolf had protected him, and shown him the way. Hyukjae, leading him back to safety.
And even if Hyukjae was smiling at him a little indulgently, as though he knew Tablo was still half gone, he knew only one thing truly mattered.
“I love you,” he murmured, squeezing Hyukjae’s hand.
And it didn’t matter what world, what form. As long as Hyukjae was there, loving him. No, he was still loopy.
And he also slept for another 30 minutes, before waking up desperate for water. When they were alone, truly alone, he’d tell Hyukjae all about it.
Though the way Hyukjae had smiled at him, perhaps he knew already.
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“Let me be with him!” Hyukjae begged. Anything could go wrong. Any surgery was dangerous, and he’d seen the pain on Daniel’s face. And the dreaminess as he’d sunk under the anesthesia.
He felt resistance to his plea. The wolf spirit wasn’t sure, didn’t know if it was needed.
Daniel was his mate. He needed to be there.
Picture the tree.
The cradle of them all, that tree. Protector. Bridge between their world and the next. Even if he couldn’t touch it, he could use its power.
And in his spirit’s form, he drew his mate from pain and slumber.
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Prompt: PG - Blohyuk see Parked
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It didn’t matter that the screen had subtitles. He was used to foreign movies. It was the action and the plots, and sometimes the sneaky ones that kind of snuck in and grabbed him. It was nice, as a celebrity, getting into the film festival screenings. Nice also not to have to go alone. He glanced to his right where Tablo was staring at the screen with rapt eyes.
Of course, Tablo knew how much he admired this actor, so he’d sit through anything.
And at the end of the movie, hand him tissues and tease him till he smiled.
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Prompt: G - Brushing teeth
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Cute, was the only word for it. Okay, so maybe people brushing their teeth wasn’t supposed to be cute. Maybe it should’ve been gross. But Hyukjae was something else. The way he stood in front of the mirror and analyzed each placement of the bristles for maximum tooth exposure. The little overflow dribbles of spit and toothpaste creating a bit of a lipstick affect that Tablo laughed at from where he watched.
“What’s so funny?” Hyukjae asked, rinsing out his mouth, satisfied with his progress.
“You.”
All clean, Tablo leaned in, to taste the fresh minty taste from Hyukjae’s lips.
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Prompt: R - skin
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It was Hyukjae’s skin. The moments he was shy, when his eyes flashed, hands covering. But it wasn’t the skin he bared that was so distracting. Sometimes it was the skin that was always there, the skin that was out for all eyes to see.
For all the questions, it always came down to that. During a movie, a kiss to his neck. The way he’d sigh and lean.
It was seduction for no greater purpose, to hear the music of skin against skin. Wet, dry. The drift of kisses.
To spend hours there, in the crook of his jaw. Soft skin beneath dips and planes, tender and fragile and strong. Feeling his shudders at traces over collarbones. Fingertips against his swallows.
He doesn’t think there is anything better than Hyukjae leaning back into him.
“Do you like that?” he whispers, feeling Hyukjae’s inhale.
He knew it without asking. Knew it without an answer. It wasn’t foreplay. It just was. Maybe a TV would be on, or their CD player. Or the silence. There was something about pleasing Hyukjae. It was means to its own end.
He loved the play of muscle up the side of Hyukjae’s neck. To meet the edge of Hyukjae’s hair with his mouth, and follow it back down where it disappeared above his collarbone. To tug his earlobe with his teeth. Not pain. But to let his tongue map the edge of it, how it melded above his jaw.
Mapping was correct. There were no longitude markers. All he had were marks of time, freckles or moles, and he knew each one. Knew how many kisses it took from Hyukjae’s throat to his ear, from his ear to the mark right behind it, or the one beneath his jaw. Or to the mark on the other side of his throat. Hyukjae’s head hanging forward to feel the kisses along the back of his hairline, down the top of his spine and over. Swiveling to give him access. Not a hairdresser, or a doctor. His lover. His mate.
They could draw constellations on his skin, and it wouldn’t distract him. Jewels, flowers, words. He’d written too many words against Hyukjae’s skin to count, knew exactly how his hand fit to Hyukae’s jaw, his shoulder. Felt swallows against his lips, moans against his fingers.
He left a mark, a fading one, sucking too hard. Treated to Hyukjae’s darting smile, touching it. As though daring him to touch it again. It was Hyukjae’s fault, really. He knew Hyukjae understood his fascination. That he wanted to know every fold of skin, every way it moved. It fed back into their love life. Hyukjae laying back his head, and letting his fingers trace the front of his jeans.
He’d felt Hyukjae come that way, just from his kisses, gasping into Hyukjae’s neck and watching as Hyukjae touched himself and came over his stomach.
Almost as good as an orgasm. Almost.
Inhaling. Scent. It was memory, and mood, and desire. Hyukjae after a shower, or after a meal, or after a day at work.
He left his own scent behind Hyukjae’s ear. Against Hyukjae’s mouth. Lips firming against his. Not giving, but taking.
Pleasure when Hyukjae returned it. Smiling above him, perched on elbows and knees. The rustle of their clothing together, and Hyukjae humming as his sides were touched. True moments when it was just them, and nothing else. When a freckle constituted the whole of his focus, and he could intently cover Hyukjae with kisses. Little escapes. Little pleasures.
To shudder at Hyukjae’s mouth against his ear, and feel every touch returned. To feel the chuckle, because the tongue against his throat made him shiver.
And after, when teasing faded to lust. And half-removed clothes were an afterthought, he watched Hyukjae sleep.
Hair mussed against his cheekbone and forehead. Head craned back a little awkwardly on the pillow, lost in the aftermath of pleasure. He rolled closer, getting the both more comfortable.
And wondered where his kisses would take him next.
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Prompt: R - Eunhyuk’s new hair. Neck!porn
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The silky blondness wasn’t as fluffy. Fingers drawn through it, his mouth pressed to it. Now darkened, clinging to Hyukjae’s forehead with sweat. Hyukjae’s mouth dropped as Tablo pinned him. He felt the gasp in the working of Hyukjae’s throat, letting his lips drag against Hyukjae’s swallows. The shudders as his teeth scraped beneath Hyukjae’s jaw. He wondered sometimes if he could make Hyukjae come just from that.
But it wasn’t just one way, as Hyukjae flipped them. Panting, eyes rimmed and dark. Hungry. The mark Hyukjae sucked onto his neck would show. But they both liked it that way.
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Prompt: NC-17 - forever blohyuk. Neck!porn, the usual
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The rustling of the blanket and the clank of mugs were like pure aural proof that they were getting ready for a serious night of television. The blanket was for their legs of course, and the mugs full of tea and coffee. They had a bowl of fruit, and a bag of chips stashed nearby, and the springs of the couch groaned as he added his weight beside Tablo’s. It was just the slightest bit chilly in the apartment. It wasn’t exactly planned that way, but it did promote closeness. Tucking the blanket around their legs and leaning against each other. He patted Tablo’s stomach and got a grunt, smiling. They’d just finished the dinner dishes, so they were truly ready to relax.
“What will happen this week,” Tablo asked.
He hummed, letting Tablo get an arm around his shoulders. “Do you think it’s what we want to happen?”
He could almost see Tablo roll his eyes. “Is it ever?”
They shifted together as the show wore on, hips together, one of his thighs creeping over Tablo’s. Finding that comfortable spot. It wasn’t like they weren’t used to it, using each other as body pillows in bed.
He grunted, Tablo pulling him closer, and he felt the chuckle against the side of his neck It made a corner of his mouth twitch, eyes still fixed on the TV.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, nudging Tablo’s thigh under the blanket.
“Nothing. Keep watching.”
Nothing was not quite the correct word Nothing for several seconds, yes. Nothing at all, not quite. Tablo exhaled, the warmth of it so close to his skin that it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. And he didn’t have time enough to inhale himself, before he felt the cool brush of lips against his skin. The shiver started in his lower back and wouldn’t let him go, fingers tight on Tablo’s leg. Tablo knew…knew what that did to him. It took him several breaths to be able to concentrate on what was going on on screen.
But he knew better than to think it was over. Tablo’s lips were wet, pressing against the skin of his neck. Pulling away, slow. Exhaling, every bit of damp, clinging to him. A kiss that didn’t end, but moved, Tablo’s lower lips skimming. Finding a new patch of skin, and another. The spot beneath his ear that had his head curving, near his hairline that made him shiver.
He’d never known before Tablo what a turn-on it was. That this place that seemed so incidental could make his stomach tighten and his skin shudder. The point of Tablo’s tongue against the muscles of his neck, the sucking kisses. Savoring. Savoring in a way he had only ever seen Tablo do- Between his legs. And it felt sometimes like his neck was an extension of his cock. Not because it was sensitive, not in quite the same ways- But Tablo made him feel it.
Not just beside each other like they were. But in bed, bucking up against Tablo’s body and feeling Tablo’s moans muffled beneath his jaw. Or in the shower, Tablo behind him, holding him, pressing kissed down the back of his neck. Or while they slept, flopped together, snuffles against his throat.
But knowing Tablo’s addiction allowed him to work it. Wearing shirts that emphasized it. Letting his head rock back so Tablo could molest him with his eyes. It was all subtle, deliberate, and needy. Tablo was his lover, and he was not so high opinionated on himself that he was above working what he knew Tablo enjoyed.
He remembered a month or two into their relationship, making out. Hands shaking with need, on his knees and tugging open Tablo’s pants. Not the first time he’d sucked Tablo off, not the first man, either, but he’d been hungry that night. Something about the atmosphere, all the experiences they had building to that moment. The way Tablo’s arm had hooked around him, kissing him. More in sync than they had ever been, and he drew Tablo to the orgasm that he knew was indisputably his.
His timing had been just a little off. And instead of Tablo coming in his mouth, he came against his chin, onto his neck. He hadn’t been able to think about it, stroking, sucking again until Tablo had sighed.
And then all he wanted to do was laugh, feeling the come start to cool on his skin, and knowing what he looked like. Hoping it hadn’t gotten onto his collar. He was prepared to be sheepish, but Tablo had tilted up his chin and they had considered each other. Tablo’s color was high, eyes laze with the lush pleasure. And he’d stayed still, accepting Tablo’s kiss.
“Looks good on you,” Tablo said, voice a little sly. Dirty. Intriguing. And his embarrassment faded to surprise and appreciating. His skin was wet then, not from come, but from Tablo’s tongue. Lathing him clean. It had been his first shudder. Tablo’s lips against his neck, sucking. Gentle. Marking him. Making his thighs tense, eyes wide and blind.
And he came that way, Tablo settling with him on the floor and getting a hand in his pants. And he’d buried his moans against Tablo’s neck, wound against him.
That had just been the start. A hundred blow jobs ago, give or take a few. One apartment, and as many admissions of their feelings later. Give or take a few more.
“Gorgeous,” Tablo murmured now, rifling through his hair and drawing a grin.
“Am I a dog you’re petting?”
“Never.” And Tablo twisted a little, laying back. “Unless you want an order to sit.”
He turned off the television, neither of them interested any more, and crawled over Tablo’s body. He wasn’t there for Tablo’s neck, any more than Tablo was there for his. But it was pure pleasure.
And he purred against Tablo’s mouth, as Tablo’s hands traced up his back. Kissing. He loved they way they fit together, felt together. Tablo had a thing for his mouth, too, he thought as he sucked on Tablo’s lower lip. They could explore that next.
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Prompt: PG - girl!hyuk ficlet based off of " Supersonic Mating Call" by wobaozhewo
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The number of dolphins was beginning to be obscene. Somehow one gag gift, or one sincere one, had turned into a small stable, a herd, a pod. Whatever it was. They had it. He joked with her that they needed a bigger apartment, just to house the dolphin collection.
Of course Eunhyuk rolled her eyes at him, pointing out that what he saw as this massive overwhelming thing, actually only was one organized corner of their second bedroom. And he loved dolphins - the real ones. Truly. They were like extensions of his family. And on the wall, the pictures of her and the dolphins were right alongside pictures of him and her, and of their families. Sometimes he wished she worked with something a little smaller, like a few anchovy schools. But then he considered she could be working with much larger things, or things with very big teeth, and he was mostly content. She almost was a fish in his head, as content in the water as she was walking out of it. Mermaid? Siren? She’d seemed like both.
And there was something about her when her skin was all wet that got him going, every time.
But even if the dolphin corner remained, the rest of the extra room was in transition. He’d muscled desks out, and moved in a chair, a dresser. Basically things for her to start organizing with, because having the supplies they’d started amassing in piles had been driving her slightly insane. And he didn’t really like seeing her on her knees trying to organize stuff on the floor. They’d both been pleased by the result. It actually looked like they were half read for their new resident to appear.
When he found, she was folding clothes, the dolphin corner behind her. He knew she was quite aware of his presence, and it pleased him very much to slide his arms around her, using both hands to cup her rounded belly.
“Hi. I’ve been thinking of doing a water birth,” she said, leaning back into him. The thought of it wasn’t surprising to him, as she’d been dropping all sorts of literature around the house for his edification. In fact when he’d been reading about it, he’d thought of her. Glancing up where she had sat with her feet tucked up after having dusted everything in their apartment.
“I think it’s something we could seriously look into.”
“It sounds soothing. And I know nothing about it is going to be soothing.”
He could hear the note in her voice, the note that told him she was fretting for what she was missing out on in the short term, even as she anticipated the birth of their child.
“You’ll be back doing shows again. You won’t forget how.”
Scrupulously planned, this birth. He thought she had known almost to the moment of conception, the seasons for the dolphins coming into play. It wasn’t like he’d minded, since the getting there had been fun. The only thing that had nagged had been her hope of everything going just as planned. Which it had. Their little off-season baby. And he was pretty sure he really was the father, and not some kind of sea osmosis pregnancy, even when she started yearning. He was only the tiniest bit jealous at times.
“This kid isn’t going to come out with fins, right?” he asked, nipping at the top of her shoulder.
She just laughed, turning her head so he could see the smile dancing in her eyes. “You never know.”
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Prompt: NC-17 girl!hyuk, nail painting
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Eunhyuk glanced up when it was clear she had a visitor on the floor. Daniel taking a great interest in what she was doing in painting her toenails. Normally it wasn’t the kind of thing he stuck around for, preferring to be upside down with a book than actually be involved in the mysterious grooming rituals. As he put it. He liked the results, but the actual doing, not so much.
So it had her pausing, the silver polish bottle in one hand, brush in the other as she stared at him, waiting for what he needed.
“Yes?”
“Just enjoying the view,” he said, poking his finger inside the leg of her shorts where it was gaping.
“Pervert. I’m wearing underwear.”
“Sad for me. But I see that. And now I get to think about how to take them off.”
She watched him very carefully, dipping the brush in the polish again, to make sure he wasn’t going to try to think too hard about it right then.
“Not until this dries,” she cautioned. “You know how hard it is to get out of cloth.”
“Mmhmm. It seems like it’d be harder to paint. You know, than your nails.”
He must really want something, if he was engaging in conversation. Though, the tank top he wore did show off his shoulders really nicely. And if he started petting her leg- Her body purred agreement, even as she sighed and tutored.
“Not really. With fingernails, you have to do one hand with the one that’s not dominant. So that can be challenging. This is more just a problem of angles.”
“Angles or not, it looks pretty. Though, your toes are always pretty. This is just. Polished. …Ahah. Yes. Polished.”
She would have kicked him if the polish hadn’t still been wet.
He would have made the biggest joke if she’d said that out loud. Just wet there? She could hear it, and all variations of it. Just like she could tell he’d be all over her the second she gave the slightest hint of encouragement.
But she knew of ways to tease. Just making small sighs as she fished, a little grunt as she reached for a qtip to clean up a little mistake. And maybe, just maybe, letting her legs slip open a little wider. And it was her luck that it was a quick drying polish, because the more she saw him shift, the more she thought of him, the more she wanted. Sometimes, it seemed like he thought he was the only one who had needs. Like he was totally taking advantage. Sometimes he got it, though.
And sometimes she was the one who felt like taking advantage. The sight of his startled face when she rolled on top of him. Fading into knowing. Reaching into his underwear and stroking him from utter relaxation, to the peak of firmness. She quaked a little inside to see him hard for her, feeling beautiful, desirable, because of how he looked at her, how he touched her. He told her he wanted to take her in front of a mirror once, so he could show her how beautiful she was, let her watch the orgasm flush over her, the rise and fall of her breasts, and how he touched her. She argued they could do the same with a camera - a daring idea. But he seemed still taken by the thought.
He was definitely feeling frisky, when she leaned forward to kiss him. Feeling his moan, as she slid her hand up his thigh to test the waters. The little sounds had worked. Not that she’d had any doubt.
“Come on,” she said, standing and tugging up on his chin.
But to stand, he dragged both hands up the length of her legs. Letting his nose bump from her lower stomach all the way up to her throat.
“What do you think you’re up to?” she asked him, teasing the short hairs at the back of his neck.
“Whatever you want,” he said, and dropped down just low enough to grind their hips together.
“You… You saw the photoshoot pictures, didn’t you!”
He chuckled, and the sound of it was dirty. “Eunhyuk. Is it wrong to feel so happy I’m the only one who gets to touch you? In your chair, your hair all soft and curled. Legs going on forever.”
“No one touching besides the stylists,” she teased. But she knew the picture he spoke of, sexy but still classy. Sometimes when she stared at the camera during shoots like that, she imagined she was looking at him. So when he reacted as he did to them, it was perfect.
“I didn’t know if I’d like this color, but… You’re gorgeous. So gorgeous.”
He was leading her steadily back, with her guiding hands, to the bed.
“You first,” she said, pushing at his chest.
And he knew what she meant. That when he threw aside clothes and lay back on the bed, he was waiting for her. Waiting, so he could watch as she tugged up her shirt. Tossing it down with a little flick, and loosing her bra. It slithered down as well, and he waggled his eyebrows at her, stroking himself as she put on her little show. Bare, she climbed over him, and he hugged her close. Their skin warming to the others as she kissed him, and wiggled. He hummed for her, tipping up into her kisses, and lifting his hips for her to move against. Until she needed. Ready to push up and toss her hair back, and stroke his erection with one hand as he shifted under her. Guiding him inside her, and sinking onto him, accepting, greeting him. His fingertips were tickling her knees, head tossed back as he just enjoyed. But his attention was fully on her as she began to move, rising, and falling, using her own weight as a lever, and loving the feel of him.
She loved to be on top. The control of the angle, the speed, the power. And he liked it, too, for a multitude of reasons. She remembered the first time they’d tried it, in totally, blanketing darkness. So much darkness that she couldn’t even see his face, and every sound seemed magnified by a thousand. But with one tap of the light, and him propped up enough to kiss, it had become a different sort of experiment entirely.
Her hair slid over her shoulder as she rode, and he reached up to touch. Tugging on the curls, skimming her shoulder. Cupping her breast as he sighed out a moan, before gripping her hips again. Not to control her, to help her. To where some of the movement was taken off of her, so she could enjoy the feel of him. And it wasn’t a position she could sustain for long, desperation forcing them to move, or move faster.
It was so easy to lean over, to drag his arm and feel him move with her. To land on her back all diagonal on the bed as his weight settled over her. He had two great fistfuls of her hair, relying on her to guide him as he took her mouth. Kissing, even as he slid inside her, beginning the rocking slide that had her clutching at him. The muscles in her legs relaxed, drawing him in, faster. It was the peculiar thing about sex. Sometimes he came and it was unexpected, and sometimes she could feel his urgency so plainly, it was as though he was transferring all that sexual energy right into her. He was, with his hips, his mouth, the way he ground into her, touched her, kissed her. Kissing her neck, her collar bones, and saying her name on a sex-roughened growl. Primal and full of need, he drew her up the sneaky slope of arousal and release, where each meeting of their hips had her control slipping from her fingertips.
“Tablo,” she begged. And there was a please right after it, unvoiced, and unneeded as he pressed deeper, leaned further. Almost right away, sending her up.
It was a struggle not to hold her breath as she visualized him sweaty and naked, taking her on a beach. His shoulders, and the motion of his hips, and the unbearable sexiness as he touched her. Unstoppable motion as he urged her to come-
And her neck exhale was half a cry, and her body convulsed around him as all the energy he’d been feeding into her, released, urged by the power of him between her legs. Each aftershock almost as powerful as the first as he groaned against her neck, and she gasped for air as her body throbbed and was pummeled by his increasingly erratic thrusts.
And she held him as he came, breathing hard against the skin of her shoulder. Taking the lingering slides that meant he was coming down from his high, but not willing to relinquish her body, not yet. And he nuzzled closer.
The most tender he was, usually was right after sex. When he would draw her against him and press kisses against her face. The guard he usually held in place was down. She knew he loved her, and he told her so at other times as well. But it was a different thing entirely to hear him say it with his voice still a little rough.
“Eunhyukkie. Love your hair,” he murmured.
She smiled, and was glad. Because she loved it too. And she loved him.
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