kyuhyun strips?
yeah well. OKAY JILLIAN I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!!!
for
arcticshatter ,because she once-upon-a-time bribed me with cookies which turned out to be a super sexual sexy sexy teuk/kangteuk bag that i sleep with. 8D
ohmygod. okay. this is an innumerable amount of fail. like seriously. it fails more than that eunhae failure my brain crapped out at 3 in the morning.
title: private show
rating: R (I DONT EVEN THINK IT REACHES NC17 UGHHHHHH)
pairing: kyuteuk =]
please. just. kill me now. i'm fully aware (and cringing) that it really doesn't flow. and the beginning totally doesnt tie in with the end and omg i fail so much right now. -_-;;;
Eeteuk is definitely, positively sure that Kyuhyun is, in fact, a stripper.
“Hyung, what are you on? Kyuhyun is not a stripper.” Eeteuk pouted defiantly as Yesung laughed and patted him sympathetically in the back. “I think you’ve been hanging around Hyukjae too much.”
Eeteuk shook his head fervently. “Jong’oonie, Kyuhyun is a stripper! I just know it!” He squealed and flailed his arms to prove his point in a childish manner. He earned another piteous pat and a chuckle from Yesung.
Eeteuk is even more sure that Kyuhyun is, in fact, a stripper-and he swears he can prove it during the Super Show in Seoul.
“What the hell?! Why do I have to wear this… this… stretchy, clingy, yellow thing?” Eunhyuk pulled at his skintight wannabe-Bruce-Lee outfit. Donghae emerged from somewhere behind the rack of clothes, grinning from ear to ear as he smoothed out his blue outfit.
“Hyukkah!” he called out a little too loudly. “LOOK! I’M WEARING THE EXACT SAME OUTFIT YOU WORE FOR THE ROKKUGO MUSIC VIDEO!” He hopped around Eunhyuk gleefully, flapping his arms. “IT STILL SMELLS LIKE YOU TOO! WATCH!” He brought the fabric up to his face and scrunched his nose. “Ew, Hyukkie. You should shower with me more often. You don’t seem to scrub very well.”
Eeteuk choked on his water from two seats over. “Donghae,” he coughed out, “you wouldn’t do so much scrubbing other than rubbing if you showered with him.”
“Oh, no, not even! Last time, even after the sex, Hyuk and I came out pretty clean.”
“And I didn’t need to know that,” Eeteuk half-shouted, extending his arms out as a shield, and grimaced.
“Didn’t need to know what?” Kyuhyun appeared from somewhere behind the clothing rack as well, only a little less loudly. He was wearing a Navy uniform that settled perfectly on his frame, and Eeteuk had to try and hold back the temptation to do some Yesung-poking and finger pointing and an “aha! I-told-you-so”.
He suddenly swiveled in his chair. “Aha! I told you so!”
Kibum raised his eyebrows. “Told me, what?”
Eeteuk dropped his head in dismay and lowered his finger. “Nothing,” he mumbled, cursing the space that was supposed to be Yesung.
--
“Wai em shi ey!” Eeteuk jumped around the stage to the music, adrenaline coursing throughout his body. Even though he didn’t really know what the hell he was singing (he had assumed that he was singing some nonsense about men questioning their sexuality. “So, is this the theme song for our concert?” a too-chipper Donghae had piped up earlier), he felt that the song was a gift graced from God (“I’m glad you’re finally seeing the light, Hyung,” Siwon had commented later).
A gift graced from God, indeed, that brought Kyuhyun in front of him, smirking and dancing and sliding his hand down his torso in a more-than-a-little suggestive manner. The fangirls that were near that side of the stage squealed with delight and Eeteuk couldn’t help but think, “Oh my god, Kyuhyun is a stripper! ... Where’s Yesung?!?!”
--
“Why do you keep looking for Jong’oonie hyung?” Kyuhyun sat back in his chair after the performance, crossing his arms.
Eeteuk paced the dressing room. “I need to prove it to him!” He looked behind the clothing rack and let out a frustrated grunt when he failed to find Yesung.
Kyuhyun yawned. “Prove, what, to him?”
Eeteuk stood up quickly and pointed an accusing finger. “That you are a stripper!” He heaved and pouted.
Kyuhyun laughed and stood up. He sauntered over to Eeteuk, his hyung still frowning cutely, and leaned in close. “We should keep that kind of thing between just the two of us.”
Eeteuk’s eyes widened. “Wh-what?!” he sputtered, taking a couple of steps back. Kyuhyun grinned. “Oh my god! I was sooo friggin’ right!” He laughed his high-pitched laugh and clapped his hands. “I can’t wait to tell Jong’oon!”
Kyuhyun chuckled lowly and tugged at Eeteuk’s robe (“…Fairy Godmother gown?” Sungmin had questioned before the performance, eyes hopeful). He placed an experimental kiss on his lower jaw. When he didn’t get a protest from Eeteuk, Kyuhyun pulled away, smirking as he started to unbutton his uniform. “So, do you want a private show?”
--
Eeteuk giggled into Kyuhyun’s mouth as the younger boy rolled his hips against his groin, arms over his head as Kyuhyun continued his sensual dance. Fingers crawled up and across Kyuhyun’s naked back, and Kyuhyun shivered.
“You’ve always been a terrible dancer,” Eeteuk teased, lifting Kyuhyun up from his lap and pushing him against the makeup counter. “But one hell of a tease.” He grabbed the back of Kyuhyun’s neck and crushed his lips harshly against his mouth, his free hand travelling downwards to the band of Kyuhyun’s boxers. In one quick movement, the material was pushed down and stepped out of.
“Turn around,” Eeteuk breathed into Kyuhyun’s lips, gliding his hands across Kyuhyun’s abdomen as he faced the mirror. He didn’t hesitate as he pushed two fingers into Kyuhyun.
“Ah, fuck, Hyung.” Kyuhyun bit his bottom lip as Eeteuk quickly worked his fingers inside him. He knew they didn’t have much time before they had to be back on stage, and Kyuhyun pleaded with his hyung with a squeeze of his wrist and a grinding of his hips. Eeteuk grinned and dragged his tongue across Kyuhyun’s shoulder as he slid his hand down to Kyuhyun’s thigh, lifting it and pressing it against the counter.
Kyuhyun’s mouth fell open into a silent moan as Eeteuk thrust into him, quick, sucking the air out from his lungs. Hands gripped the edge of the counter in front of him, keeping his balance as Eeteuk mercilessly rocked into him. Lips and tongue found their way up to Kyuhyun’s ear, and he grew painfully harder than ever. He pushed back eagerly into Eeteuk and uncaringly disrupted their pace. Hands slithered across Kyuhyun’s abdomen, and Kyuhyun almost screamed when Eeteuk started to massage him.
“Fuck, Hyung, fuck, what--.” Kyuhyun panted and felt his muscles relax momentarily, and he almost whined when Eeteuk stopped rocking against him. Eeteuk only hummed as he continued to massage him.
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun growled. “Just-.“ As a response, Eeteuk sucked on the side of his neck and thrust back into him, keeping the pace maddeningly slow. He almost snarled back at Eeteuk, but when he felt it travel throughout his whole body, Kyuhyun lost himself and came hard. His muscles tightened up again, and his body spasmed continuously as Eeteuk fucked him out through his orgasm. It only took a few more thrusts until Eeteuk came as well, a constricted grunt escaping his throat.
--
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun said quietly later, squashed between the other members just moments before their next performance, “where did you learn to do that? I mean, you didn’t even touch me.” Eeteuk just grinned and squeezed his shoulders again inconspicuously.
“Didn’t they ever tell you to relax?” he answered loudly, his dimple digging into his cheek. He winked at him before he left to pat the other members reassuringly on the back.
--
(“That totally didn’t prove your point at all, Hyung,” Yesung tells him. “You basically just fucked his brains out. If anything, you proved yourself to be some sort of stripper. Whore. Slut.”
Eeteuk just giggles. “Whatever. He kind of did a stripper dance for me.”
“Kyuhyun doesn’t dance well enough,” Yesung retorts.
“Yeah, well, at least I got amazing sex from it. ShutupleavemealoneI’mhappy.”)
----
OKAY IM SORRY T__________T i know u wanted super sexy hot kyuteuk sex, but my brain isnt capable of it... it took me months to finish this (2 days to actually write it. most of the time i stared at it and stared and stared.)
1. never make me write porn ever ever ever again.
2. never ever ever make me write porn ever ever ever again.
3. please. just no more porn requests.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
oh btw. the whole massaging thing. uhm. yeah. heard that u get AMAZING orgasms when your whole body is relaxed and whatnot. and yeah. super fail. im sorry T___T. i'd love to promise you a better one inthe future, but it's not lookin so good right now HAHAHA. i'ma retire from porn a bit early. for now. 8D
ily <3333333
HAVE FUN AT HAWAIIIII, JIZI FO HIZI SHIZI *mumbles*. dont forget to send me stalker pics. 8DDDDDDDD
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for
arcticshatter ,because she once-upon-a-time bribed me with cookies which turned out to be a super sexual sexy sexy teuk/kangteuk bag that i sleep with. 8D
ohmygod. okay. this is an innumerable amount of fail. like seriously. it fails more than that eunhae failure my brain crapped out at 3 in the morning.
title: private show
rating: R (I DONT EVEN THINK IT REACHES NC17 UGHHHHHH)
pairing: kyuteuk =]
please. just. kill me now. i'm fully aware (and cringing) that it really doesn't flow. and the beginning totally doesnt tie in with the end and omg i fail so much right now. -_-;;;
Eeteuk is definitely, positively sure that Kyuhyun is, in fact, a stripper.
“Hyung, what are you on? Kyuhyun is not a stripper.” Eeteuk pouted defiantly as Yesung laughed and patted him sympathetically in the back. “I think you’ve been hanging around Hyukjae too much.”
Eeteuk shook his head fervently. “Jong’oonie, Kyuhyun is a stripper! I just know it!” He squealed and flailed his arms to prove his point in a childish manner. He earned another piteous pat and a chuckle from Yesung.
Eeteuk is even more sure that Kyuhyun is, in fact, a stripper-and he swears he can prove it during the Super Show in Seoul.
“What the hell?! Why do I have to wear this… this… stretchy, clingy, yellow thing?” Eunhyuk pulled at his skintight wannabe-Bruce-Lee outfit. Donghae emerged from somewhere behind the rack of clothes, grinning from ear to ear as he smoothed out his blue outfit.
“Hyukkah!” he called out a little too loudly. “LOOK! I’M WEARING THE EXACT SAME OUTFIT YOU WORE FOR THE ROKKUGO MUSIC VIDEO!” He hopped around Eunhyuk gleefully, flapping his arms. “IT STILL SMELLS LIKE YOU TOO! WATCH!” He brought the fabric up to his face and scrunched his nose. “Ew, Hyukkie. You should shower with me more often. You don’t seem to scrub very well.”
Eeteuk choked on his water from two seats over. “Donghae,” he coughed out, “you wouldn’t do so much scrubbing other than rubbing if you showered with him.”
“Oh, no, not even! Last time, even after the sex, Hyuk and I came out pretty clean.”
“And I didn’t need to know that,” Eeteuk half-shouted, extending his arms out as a shield, and grimaced.
“Didn’t need to know what?” Kyuhyun appeared from somewhere behind the clothing rack as well, only a little less loudly. He was wearing a Navy uniform that settled perfectly on his frame, and Eeteuk had to try and hold back the temptation to do some Yesung-poking and finger pointing and an “aha! I-told-you-so”.
He suddenly swiveled in his chair. “Aha! I told you so!”
Kibum raised his eyebrows. “Told me, what?”
Eeteuk dropped his head in dismay and lowered his finger. “Nothing,” he mumbled, cursing the space that was supposed to be Yesung.
--
“Wai em shi ey!” Eeteuk jumped around the stage to the music, adrenaline coursing throughout his body. Even though he didn’t really know what the hell he was singing (he had assumed that he was singing some nonsense about men questioning their sexuality. “So, is this the theme song for our concert?” a too-chipper Donghae had piped up earlier), he felt that the song was a gift graced from God (“I’m glad you’re finally seeing the light, Hyung,” Siwon had commented later).
A gift graced from God, indeed, that brought Kyuhyun in front of him, smirking and dancing and sliding his hand down his torso in a more-than-a-little suggestive manner. The fangirls that were near that side of the stage squealed with delight and Eeteuk couldn’t help but think, “Oh my god, Kyuhyun is a stripper! ... Where’s Yesung?!?!”
--
“Why do you keep looking for Jong’oonie hyung?” Kyuhyun sat back in his chair after the performance, crossing his arms.
Eeteuk paced the dressing room. “I need to prove it to him!” He looked behind the clothing rack and let out a frustrated grunt when he failed to find Yesung.
Kyuhyun yawned. “Prove, what, to him?”
Eeteuk stood up quickly and pointed an accusing finger. “That you are a stripper!” He heaved and pouted.
Kyuhyun laughed and stood up. He sauntered over to Eeteuk, his hyung still frowning cutely, and leaned in close. “We should keep that kind of thing between just the two of us.”
Eeteuk’s eyes widened. “Wh-what?!” he sputtered, taking a couple of steps back. Kyuhyun grinned. “Oh my god! I was sooo friggin’ right!” He laughed his high-pitched laugh and clapped his hands. “I can’t wait to tell Jong’oon!”
Kyuhyun chuckled lowly and tugged at Eeteuk’s robe (“…Fairy Godmother gown?” Sungmin had questioned before the performance, eyes hopeful). He placed an experimental kiss on his lower jaw. When he didn’t get a protest from Eeteuk, Kyuhyun pulled away, smirking as he started to unbutton his uniform. “So, do you want a private show?”
--
Eeteuk giggled into Kyuhyun’s mouth as the younger boy rolled his hips against his groin, arms over his head as Kyuhyun continued his sensual dance. Fingers crawled up and across Kyuhyun’s naked back, and Kyuhyun shivered.
“You’ve always been a terrible dancer,” Eeteuk teased, lifting Kyuhyun up from his lap and pushing him against the makeup counter. “But one hell of a tease.” He grabbed the back of Kyuhyun’s neck and crushed his lips harshly against his mouth, his free hand travelling downwards to the band of Kyuhyun’s boxers. In one quick movement, the material was pushed down and stepped out of.
“Turn around,” Eeteuk breathed into Kyuhyun’s lips, gliding his hands across Kyuhyun’s abdomen as he faced the mirror. He didn’t hesitate as he pushed two fingers into Kyuhyun.
“Ah, fuck, Hyung.” Kyuhyun bit his bottom lip as Eeteuk quickly worked his fingers inside him. He knew they didn’t have much time before they had to be back on stage, and Kyuhyun pleaded with his hyung with a squeeze of his wrist and a grinding of his hips. Eeteuk grinned and dragged his tongue across Kyuhyun’s shoulder as he slid his hand down to Kyuhyun’s thigh, lifting it and pressing it against the counter.
Kyuhyun’s mouth fell open into a silent moan as Eeteuk thrust into him, quick, sucking the air out from his lungs. Hands gripped the edge of the counter in front of him, keeping his balance as Eeteuk mercilessly rocked into him. Lips and tongue found their way up to Kyuhyun’s ear, and he grew painfully harder than ever. He pushed back eagerly into Eeteuk and uncaringly disrupted their pace. Hands slithered across Kyuhyun’s abdomen, and Kyuhyun almost screamed when Eeteuk started to massage him.
“Fuck, Hyung, fuck, what--.” Kyuhyun panted and felt his muscles relax momentarily, and he almost whined when Eeteuk stopped rocking against him. Eeteuk only hummed as he continued to massage him.
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun growled. “Just-.“ As a response, Eeteuk sucked on the side of his neck and thrust back into him, keeping the pace maddeningly slow. He almost snarled back at Eeteuk, but when he felt it travel throughout his whole body, Kyuhyun lost himself and came hard. His muscles tightened up again, and his body spasmed continuously as Eeteuk fucked him out through his orgasm. It only took a few more thrusts until Eeteuk came as well, a constricted grunt escaping his throat.
--
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun said quietly later, squashed between the other members just moments before their next performance, “where did you learn to do that? I mean, you didn’t even touch me.” Eeteuk just grinned and squeezed his shoulders again inconspicuously.
“Didn’t they ever tell you to relax?” he answered loudly, his dimple digging into his cheek. He winked at him before he left to pat the other members reassuringly on the back.
--
(“That totally didn’t prove your point at all, Hyung,” Yesung tells him. “You basically just fucked his brains out. If anything, you proved yourself to be some sort of stripper. Whore. Slut.”
Eeteuk just giggles. “Whatever. He kind of did a stripper dance for me.”
“Kyuhyun doesn’t dance well enough,” Yesung retorts.
“Yeah, well, at least I got amazing sex from it. ShutupleavemealoneI’mhappy.”)
----
OKAY IM SORRY T__________T i know u wanted super sexy hot kyuteuk sex, but my brain isnt capable of it... it took me months to finish this (2 days to actually write it. most of the time i stared at it and stared and stared.)
1. never make me write porn ever ever ever again.
2. never ever ever make me write porn ever ever ever again.
3. please. just no more porn requests.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
oh btw. the whole massaging thing. uhm. yeah. heard that u get AMAZING orgasms when your whole body is relaxed and whatnot. and yeah. super fail. im sorry T___T. i'd love to promise you a better one inthe future, but it's not lookin so good right now HAHAHA. i'ma retire from porn a bit early. for now. 8D
ily <3333333
HAVE FUN AT HAWAIIIII, JIZI FO HIZI SHIZI *mumbles*. dont forget to send me stalker pics. 8DDDDDDDD
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