[donghae/hyukjae] unsubstantial reasons at three a.m.
unsubstantial reasons at three a.m. by catskilt
donghae/hyukjae
nc-17; 1992 words
donghae is, all at once, an irritating and sensuous roommate.
Hyukjae's not quite awake when Donghae climbs into his bed at three a.m. in a Beijing hotel room. He's exhausted from the concert they'd wrapped up six hours earlier and comfortably full with the Chinese food they'd had for dinner and he's happily asleep, or was happily asleep before Donghae decided to get into bed with him.
"Wur?" he mumbles, cracking open an eyelid. The last time he checked, there were two beds in the hotel room, he was on the left near the toilet, Donghae was on the right near the window, and they had had an unspoken agreement that they would remain on their separate beds for the duration of the night.
"I can't get to sleep," Donghae declares, his feet cold against Hyukjae's calves.
"I'm sorry for your troubles," Hyukjae slurs, "but I was asleep."
"You want to help me sleep, don't you?" Donghae says persuasively.
Hyukjae thinks about it for a moment. "No, I think I want to continue sleeping."
He envies Eeteuk and Ryeowook next door, peacefully asleep without roommates scrambling into their beds claiming insomnia, and he wants to sleep, really he does, Donghae should stop fidgeting about so much. If they're going to sleep in the same bed together despite the presence of another mattress in the room, they should lie quietly and not move around and then he feels Donghae's hand in between his thighs.
"What," he begins. "Are you serious?"
"I do want to get to sleep," Donghae says.
"Here? Teukie hyung and Wookie are just next door!"
"Well…" Donghae pauses. "That's not really anything new, is it?"
Hyukjae flails about in his mind for more depth to give his excuse. "The walls are thinner here than in the dorm."
"So you just have to keep quiet." Donghae's hand moves perilously up and the air under the covers suddenly gets too warm for Hyukjae's liking. "We haven't been together for a week," Donghae says into his ear, damn how he can make his voice so breathy when he's whispering. "I want you so much, Hyuk."
"You could have decided this at midnight instead of three a.m.," Hyukjae grumbles, keeping his voice low just in case Eeteuk's not really asleep next door.
Donghae palms him through his boxers, reaching out with his free hand to flip the bedside lamp on. Hyukjae closes his eyes against the flood of dim light. "Donghae." He tries to concentrate though the insistent touch of Donghae's hand on his stirring cock. "This is not a good idea. We should sleep. We have to wake up at seven tomorrow and we're never going to be on time if you're going to do this…"
"Not a good idea?" Donghae repeats, slipping his hand into Hyukjae's boxers. Hyukjae suppresses a squeak.
"No," he manages stubbornly.
Donghae doesn't look convinced. Hyukjae's convinced that all he wants is to sleep, despite how his body might be responding to Donghae's ministrations, and he keeps thinking that way until Donghae pushes the covers back and scoots down the bed and suddenly his boxers is down to his knees. Donghae wraps a fist around his erection and smiles at him triumphantly. "Really, Hyukkie?"
Hyukjae looks down at his penis hard and red in Donghae's hand and contemplates denial.
"It won't take all night," Donghae promises sweetly and bends down and before Hyukjae can shape a no his lips are around Hyukjae's cock, tongue touching the tip delicately before opening his mouth and licking a strip down the shaft. Hyukjae grips the bed sheet and tries not to moan, that would be utter defeat, all he'd wanted was to sleep, damn it, and then Donghae does something fucking fantastic with his tongue and he groans before he can help it.
Donghae rests his elbows on the bed and peers up through his eyelashes. Hyukjae knows that look, he's seen it countless times ever since they started sleeping together at sixteen, and he really doesn't want to fall victim to it but his body has other ideas. He thrusts up into Donghae's mouth, gently and just hard enough to make Donghae's eyes slide shut with a ecstatic little sound at the back of his throat. Hyukjae feels the sound vibrate around him, the softness of Donghae's tongue on his skin, and he thinks he should be able to end it now and get some sleep but Donghae evidently senses his intentions and lets go of Hyukjae.
"Wur," Hyukjae says grumpily, feeling his oncoming climax stagnate.
"I'm not sleepy yet," Donghae says, getting off the bed. He takes in the sight before him, Hyukjae sprawled on the bed, eyes half-lidded and cock engorged against his stomach and privately thinks that he would take this above any other pleasure that anyone could mention, the sensuality of Hyukjae half-naked and laid out open for his taking. He pulls off his shirt and relishes Hyukjae's eyes darkening with desire even as he groans in frustration at the futility of attempting sleep. "Do you really want to stop?" he asks, teasingly.
Hyukjae refuses to answer. Shorts and underwear follow the shirt and Donghae gets into bed again, fitting the length of his body against Hyukjae's, this is what he has always liked, how well their bodies fit together, or maybe it's just the result of having slept together for so many years, you tend to fit together. He pulls Hyukjae's shirt off and presses their mouths together, the heat and sweetness that is Hyukjae's mouth, the push of their tongues against each other. Donghae wraps his legs around Hyukjae's hips and they jerk as their erections brush.
"Mmnngh," Hyukjae says into Donghae's mouth.
He isn't resisting anymore, that's good. Donghae draws back and reaches for the lube and condom that he'd placed on the bedside table earlier that night for convenience; Hyukjae wonders why he hadn't noticed it when he went to bed. He decides it isn't healthy ever to underestimate Donghae when he's feeling horny.
"We could stop now if you want," Donghae says, hand hovering enticingly over Hyukjae's ass.
"Get on with it." Hyukjae flips back onto the bed. "It's not like you ever intended to stop, anyway."
Donghae grins, beautiful and confident. "You've got a point."
Hyukjae obligingly lifts his legs, locks his arms around his knees. He doesn't want to admit to himself that he's anticipating this - he's still irritated from being woken in the middle of the night to have sex, he really is, and he's totally not anticipating the push of Donghae's slick fingers into him and he did not just moan and god that did not just feel amazing. Donghae watches Hyukjae's face as he slides a second finger in and stretches gently, watches the sides of Hyukjae's mouth tremble and the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows. He loves watching Hyukjae being in denial, the struggle between stubbornness and arousal, and he feels his own erection hardening, lengthening, getting heavier with each contained sigh squeezing its way past Hyukjae's lips. He wants to wrap his hands around Hyukjae's hips and push into him and fuck him hard, but that wouldn't be fair; he did start this after all. "Okay there?" he asks instead, attempting to fit in another finger.
Hyukjae opens his eyes; he's past the struggle. "Damn it," he says. "Do it already."
He's leaking trails of pre-come when Donghae takes out his fingers and pushes himself in, inch by inch into Hyukjae's ass until both of them are breathless with anticipation and desire, until Hyukjae finally loses patience and pushes himself down entirely onto Donghae's cock. Donghae lets out a sharp breath, something like a low scream as he feels Hyukjae tightening around him, conforming to his length, squeezing him in so much heat and softness that he has to make a wild grip at his sanity. "God, Hyuk," he whispers, hands tight on Hyukjae's hips.
"Do it," Hyukjae hisses at him.
Donghae pulls out and thrusts back in and their cries melt into each other's mouths. Hyukjae throws his head back and Donghae kisses down the line of Hyukjae's throat, draws himself back up to get better access to Hyukjae's body. He's in and out and fucking fuck no matter how many times they do it it always takes his mind, the pull and tightness of Hyukjae's ass, the dramatic shades thrown on his body by the bedside lamp, the erotic sounds coming out of Hyukjae's throat. "I love you," he gasps, though Hyukjae has heard it a hundred times before; "I love you so goddamn much, Hyukjae."
Hyukjae reaches out and pulls Donghae tight against himself as they rock to their rhythm, breaths coming hard and fast against each other's skin, tongues snaking out to meet breathlessly. Donghae varies the rhythm, short and shallow, pounding so fast into Hyukjae that he feels Hyukjae tremble against him, thinks he hears the bed creak over the moans Hyukjae is swallowing.
He pushes himself back up and sits down, spreading his legs out under Hyukjae's body. "Do it yourself," he says, wrapping his hand around Hyukjae's abandoned erection and pumping.
Hyukjae takes a moment to breathe at the double stimulation and then he starts moving, fucking himself on Donghae's cock. He arches his back and his hair falls across his eyes and it takes Donghae's breath away, the sight of this beautiful man pushing onto him. They're slower now, deep, so deep that Hyukjae feels every inch of what's happening, the velvety thickness of Donghae's cock in him, sliding in and then out, bodies flushed and pressed together when Donghae takes over again, leaning forward, forgetting grace and elegance in the need to claim Hyukjae entirely. The world around them subsides, narrows, vanishes; their hips snap back and forth urgently, desperately, Donghae looks into Hyukjae's eyes and Hyukjae mouths I love you and then it's suddenly too much, everything pools in his abdomen and he's coming hard, thrusting through the haze of his climax, what feels like his entire body pouring out into the condom.
When he regains consciousness of the world Hyukjae is lying before him, a hand wrapped around Donghae's slack hold on his still hard cock and pulling slowly. Donghae knocks their hands away and bends down to take Hyukjae into his mouth again. Hyukjae's so hard that he knows he doesn't have to do much; a few flicks of the tongue and some tight sucking and Hyukjae groans deeply, spills into his mouth, hot and faintly bitter and Donghae swallows it with a little difficulty.
Hyukjae doesn't say anything directly after; he lies bonelessly and silently as Donghae pulls off the condom, knots it and discards it over the bed before flopping down beside him, trying to catch his breath. Hyukjae takes in a breath. "Are you sleepy now?" he asks, voice blunted with tiredness and pleasure.
"I think I'll be able to sleep now, yes," Donghae acknowledges. He switches off the bedside lamp and they lie beside each other silently, thoughtlessly, in the thick unspeaking darkness before Hyukjae turns to wrap his arms around Donghae.
"The next time you wake me up," he says, "try to find a more substantial reason than not being able to sleep."
"You know you don't really care whether the reason is substantial or not." Donghae tucks his head in the crook of Hyukjae's shoulder and closes his eyes; he feels heavy, lethargic, sated.
"That is not true," says Hyukjae insistently even as his eyes begin to close; "I need my sleep and I'm not going to fall for this every time and you need substantial…"
Donghae loves Hyukjae very much, he has loved him since he was sixteen and clueless about how sex between guys worked, he loves Hyukjae enough to get hard for him on stage, but he's glad when Hyukjae finally shuts up.
The last thought before he succumbs to sleep is that he's glad he brought the necessities along.
end
So I was supposed to write something with plot. I guess it didn't quite work out =/
donghae/hyukjae
nc-17; 1992 words
donghae is, all at once, an irritating and sensuous roommate.
Hyukjae's not quite awake when Donghae climbs into his bed at three a.m. in a Beijing hotel room. He's exhausted from the concert they'd wrapped up six hours earlier and comfortably full with the Chinese food they'd had for dinner and he's happily asleep, or was happily asleep before Donghae decided to get into bed with him.
"Wur?" he mumbles, cracking open an eyelid. The last time he checked, there were two beds in the hotel room, he was on the left near the toilet, Donghae was on the right near the window, and they had had an unspoken agreement that they would remain on their separate beds for the duration of the night.
"I can't get to sleep," Donghae declares, his feet cold against Hyukjae's calves.
"I'm sorry for your troubles," Hyukjae slurs, "but I was asleep."
"You want to help me sleep, don't you?" Donghae says persuasively.
Hyukjae thinks about it for a moment. "No, I think I want to continue sleeping."
He envies Eeteuk and Ryeowook next door, peacefully asleep without roommates scrambling into their beds claiming insomnia, and he wants to sleep, really he does, Donghae should stop fidgeting about so much. If they're going to sleep in the same bed together despite the presence of another mattress in the room, they should lie quietly and not move around and then he feels Donghae's hand in between his thighs.
"What," he begins. "Are you serious?"
"I do want to get to sleep," Donghae says.
"Here? Teukie hyung and Wookie are just next door!"
"Well…" Donghae pauses. "That's not really anything new, is it?"
Hyukjae flails about in his mind for more depth to give his excuse. "The walls are thinner here than in the dorm."
"So you just have to keep quiet." Donghae's hand moves perilously up and the air under the covers suddenly gets too warm for Hyukjae's liking. "We haven't been together for a week," Donghae says into his ear, damn how he can make his voice so breathy when he's whispering. "I want you so much, Hyuk."
"You could have decided this at midnight instead of three a.m.," Hyukjae grumbles, keeping his voice low just in case Eeteuk's not really asleep next door.
Donghae palms him through his boxers, reaching out with his free hand to flip the bedside lamp on. Hyukjae closes his eyes against the flood of dim light. "Donghae." He tries to concentrate though the insistent touch of Donghae's hand on his stirring cock. "This is not a good idea. We should sleep. We have to wake up at seven tomorrow and we're never going to be on time if you're going to do this…"
"Not a good idea?" Donghae repeats, slipping his hand into Hyukjae's boxers. Hyukjae suppresses a squeak.
"No," he manages stubbornly.
Donghae doesn't look convinced. Hyukjae's convinced that all he wants is to sleep, despite how his body might be responding to Donghae's ministrations, and he keeps thinking that way until Donghae pushes the covers back and scoots down the bed and suddenly his boxers is down to his knees. Donghae wraps a fist around his erection and smiles at him triumphantly. "Really, Hyukkie?"
Hyukjae looks down at his penis hard and red in Donghae's hand and contemplates denial.
"It won't take all night," Donghae promises sweetly and bends down and before Hyukjae can shape a no his lips are around Hyukjae's cock, tongue touching the tip delicately before opening his mouth and licking a strip down the shaft. Hyukjae grips the bed sheet and tries not to moan, that would be utter defeat, all he'd wanted was to sleep, damn it, and then Donghae does something fucking fantastic with his tongue and he groans before he can help it.
Donghae rests his elbows on the bed and peers up through his eyelashes. Hyukjae knows that look, he's seen it countless times ever since they started sleeping together at sixteen, and he really doesn't want to fall victim to it but his body has other ideas. He thrusts up into Donghae's mouth, gently and just hard enough to make Donghae's eyes slide shut with a ecstatic little sound at the back of his throat. Hyukjae feels the sound vibrate around him, the softness of Donghae's tongue on his skin, and he thinks he should be able to end it now and get some sleep but Donghae evidently senses his intentions and lets go of Hyukjae.
"Wur," Hyukjae says grumpily, feeling his oncoming climax stagnate.
"I'm not sleepy yet," Donghae says, getting off the bed. He takes in the sight before him, Hyukjae sprawled on the bed, eyes half-lidded and cock engorged against his stomach and privately thinks that he would take this above any other pleasure that anyone could mention, the sensuality of Hyukjae half-naked and laid out open for his taking. He pulls off his shirt and relishes Hyukjae's eyes darkening with desire even as he groans in frustration at the futility of attempting sleep. "Do you really want to stop?" he asks, teasingly.
Hyukjae refuses to answer. Shorts and underwear follow the shirt and Donghae gets into bed again, fitting the length of his body against Hyukjae's, this is what he has always liked, how well their bodies fit together, or maybe it's just the result of having slept together for so many years, you tend to fit together. He pulls Hyukjae's shirt off and presses their mouths together, the heat and sweetness that is Hyukjae's mouth, the push of their tongues against each other. Donghae wraps his legs around Hyukjae's hips and they jerk as their erections brush.
"Mmnngh," Hyukjae says into Donghae's mouth.
He isn't resisting anymore, that's good. Donghae draws back and reaches for the lube and condom that he'd placed on the bedside table earlier that night for convenience; Hyukjae wonders why he hadn't noticed it when he went to bed. He decides it isn't healthy ever to underestimate Donghae when he's feeling horny.
"We could stop now if you want," Donghae says, hand hovering enticingly over Hyukjae's ass.
"Get on with it." Hyukjae flips back onto the bed. "It's not like you ever intended to stop, anyway."
Donghae grins, beautiful and confident. "You've got a point."
Hyukjae obligingly lifts his legs, locks his arms around his knees. He doesn't want to admit to himself that he's anticipating this - he's still irritated from being woken in the middle of the night to have sex, he really is, and he's totally not anticipating the push of Donghae's slick fingers into him and he did not just moan and god that did not just feel amazing. Donghae watches Hyukjae's face as he slides a second finger in and stretches gently, watches the sides of Hyukjae's mouth tremble and the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows. He loves watching Hyukjae being in denial, the struggle between stubbornness and arousal, and he feels his own erection hardening, lengthening, getting heavier with each contained sigh squeezing its way past Hyukjae's lips. He wants to wrap his hands around Hyukjae's hips and push into him and fuck him hard, but that wouldn't be fair; he did start this after all. "Okay there?" he asks instead, attempting to fit in another finger.
Hyukjae opens his eyes; he's past the struggle. "Damn it," he says. "Do it already."
He's leaking trails of pre-come when Donghae takes out his fingers and pushes himself in, inch by inch into Hyukjae's ass until both of them are breathless with anticipation and desire, until Hyukjae finally loses patience and pushes himself down entirely onto Donghae's cock. Donghae lets out a sharp breath, something like a low scream as he feels Hyukjae tightening around him, conforming to his length, squeezing him in so much heat and softness that he has to make a wild grip at his sanity. "God, Hyuk," he whispers, hands tight on Hyukjae's hips.
"Do it," Hyukjae hisses at him.
Donghae pulls out and thrusts back in and their cries melt into each other's mouths. Hyukjae throws his head back and Donghae kisses down the line of Hyukjae's throat, draws himself back up to get better access to Hyukjae's body. He's in and out and fucking fuck no matter how many times they do it it always takes his mind, the pull and tightness of Hyukjae's ass, the dramatic shades thrown on his body by the bedside lamp, the erotic sounds coming out of Hyukjae's throat. "I love you," he gasps, though Hyukjae has heard it a hundred times before; "I love you so goddamn much, Hyukjae."
Hyukjae reaches out and pulls Donghae tight against himself as they rock to their rhythm, breaths coming hard and fast against each other's skin, tongues snaking out to meet breathlessly. Donghae varies the rhythm, short and shallow, pounding so fast into Hyukjae that he feels Hyukjae tremble against him, thinks he hears the bed creak over the moans Hyukjae is swallowing.
He pushes himself back up and sits down, spreading his legs out under Hyukjae's body. "Do it yourself," he says, wrapping his hand around Hyukjae's abandoned erection and pumping.
Hyukjae takes a moment to breathe at the double stimulation and then he starts moving, fucking himself on Donghae's cock. He arches his back and his hair falls across his eyes and it takes Donghae's breath away, the sight of this beautiful man pushing onto him. They're slower now, deep, so deep that Hyukjae feels every inch of what's happening, the velvety thickness of Donghae's cock in him, sliding in and then out, bodies flushed and pressed together when Donghae takes over again, leaning forward, forgetting grace and elegance in the need to claim Hyukjae entirely. The world around them subsides, narrows, vanishes; their hips snap back and forth urgently, desperately, Donghae looks into Hyukjae's eyes and Hyukjae mouths I love you and then it's suddenly too much, everything pools in his abdomen and he's coming hard, thrusting through the haze of his climax, what feels like his entire body pouring out into the condom.
When he regains consciousness of the world Hyukjae is lying before him, a hand wrapped around Donghae's slack hold on his still hard cock and pulling slowly. Donghae knocks their hands away and bends down to take Hyukjae into his mouth again. Hyukjae's so hard that he knows he doesn't have to do much; a few flicks of the tongue and some tight sucking and Hyukjae groans deeply, spills into his mouth, hot and faintly bitter and Donghae swallows it with a little difficulty.
Hyukjae doesn't say anything directly after; he lies bonelessly and silently as Donghae pulls off the condom, knots it and discards it over the bed before flopping down beside him, trying to catch his breath. Hyukjae takes in a breath. "Are you sleepy now?" he asks, voice blunted with tiredness and pleasure.
"I think I'll be able to sleep now, yes," Donghae acknowledges. He switches off the bedside lamp and they lie beside each other silently, thoughtlessly, in the thick unspeaking darkness before Hyukjae turns to wrap his arms around Donghae.
"The next time you wake me up," he says, "try to find a more substantial reason than not being able to sleep."
"You know you don't really care whether the reason is substantial or not." Donghae tucks his head in the crook of Hyukjae's shoulder and closes his eyes; he feels heavy, lethargic, sated.
"That is not true," says Hyukjae insistently even as his eyes begin to close; "I need my sleep and I'm not going to fall for this every time and you need substantial…"
Donghae loves Hyukjae very much, he has loved him since he was sixteen and clueless about how sex between guys worked, he loves Hyukjae enough to get hard for him on stage, but he's glad when Hyukjae finally shuts up.
The last thought before he succumbs to sleep is that he's glad he brought the necessities along.
end
So I was supposed to write something with plot. I guess it didn't quite work out =/