Letting Your Mind Wander
My first generator fic. Prompt was Kibum/Donghae Letting your mind wander. Rating is NC-17 because I couldn't resist.
I attempted to write this in the present tense. I think it was a fun challenge and that I'll probably never do it again. But it was fun while it lasted.
A brush of hand against cloth, a brief moment of skin touching skin. The contact is broken but only for a moment because soon hands are impatiently pushing a shirt up and cool lips press against recently exposed skin. A soft sigh falls from lips that are perfect for kissing.
“Kibum,” Yesung hisses, gently hitting Kibum’s arm.
“What?” Kibum asks, but then he hears Eeteuk explaining.
“Kibum’s fine,” the leader says. “He’s just a bit tired. He has a very demanding schedule you know.”
Kibum nods and smiles when the interviewer turns to look at him and talks for a moment about his newest drama. He caught the underlying tone in Eeteuk’s words and knows he’s going to be in trouble when they get back to the apartment. He promises himself he’ll focus.
Teeth nip skin and it would be painful if it didn’t feel so good. A slight gasp and the sound encourages him. The bite is harder and it’ll leave marks. He knows he should push the other away but not even the threats from the make-up artist can keep him from fisting hands in hair, keeping the mouth exactly where it is.
“Kibum,” the interviewer calls and Kibum hopes it’s only the first time.
“Yes?” he asks, ignoring the disappointment in Eeteuk’s eyes.
The interviewer repeats the question and Kibum answers. He resolves to try harder to pay attention. But then the man mentions Super Junior M and it’s not his fault his thoughts stray to something more pleasant.
Hands impatiently try to open buttons, finally giving up and pulling. Thread rips and little bits of plastic go flying. He’ll be angry later but not now. Not when he sees the look in his lover’s eyes. The dark smoldering look that no one thought was possible. The one that is always hiding behind the façade of innocence. The one that is reserved only for moments like this.
“Kibum,” he murmurs against pale skin.
Kibum shudders in response and, encouraged, Donghae kisses his way down Kibum’s chest. He pauses at Kibum’s belly button, swirling his tongue in a way that never fails to make Kibum wriggle beneath him. That always results in a deep groan of approval. It makes Donghae smile.
Fingers find the waistline of Kibum’s pants and run lightly just under the material. Kibum sucks in a breath and forces himself to be patient. Because Donghae will get there. He always does. He just likes to play first. And as long as it continues to feel this good Kibum will let it go.
A tongue replaces fingers and runs a familiar path. Kibum arches off the bed and strong hands push him back down, though he can see the satisfaction in Donghae’s eyes.
“Kibum,” Sungmin calls and Kibum blinks once, letting his eyes refocus.
They are all standing and shaking hands with the interviewer, thanking him for having them on the show. Kibum gives Sungmin a grateful smile and stands up to wait in line. His turn comes and he smiles at the interviewer.
“Sleep more. Eat well. Stay healthy,” the man says.
“Thank you,” Kibum replies and follows the other members out to the bus.
He takes a seat in the back, knowing that Eeteuk will sit shotgun. It means he’ll have a few more minutes of peace before getting another speech. He rests his head against the window and lets his mind travel far away.
Eyes meet. Both reflect each other. Desire. Anticipation. Humor enters a pair before they disappear and all Kibum can see is an expensive part and hair that falls exactly where it’s supposed to. But he doesn’t focus on that for long. Because then there is a mouth around him and all he can think of is more, faster, please, and
“Shit, Hae.”
“Actually,” the other smirks, pulling back. “I think fuck is the word you’re looking for.”
Cocky son of a bitch, Kibum thinks darkly but then laughs at his own unintentional humor. Donghae quirks an eyebrow, confused. Kibum’s hands thread through Donghae’s hair and directs him back to matters of more importance.
“We’re home,” Eunhyuk says and Kibum reluctantly gets out of the car.
He walks up to the dorm, his feet dragging with every step. When he gets up to the living room Eeteuk is waiting for him and the other members have made themselves scarce. Eeteuk has his best disappointed umma face on. Kibum finds himself growing immune to it. He looks up at Eeteuk, blinking slowly.
“Kibum, you can’t keep spacing out,” Eeteuk tells him.
Kibum nods.
“Management’s not happy.”
Another nod.
“If you’re so tired you should sleep more instead of texting Donghae all through the night.”
Nod.
Eeteuk sighs. “Kibum, I’m tired of having this conversation. Is there anything I can do?”
Kibum shrugs.
“Please at least say something,” Eeteuk begs.
Kibum walks away.
~*~*~*~*~
Donghae loves being with Kibum, loves how there’s no need for words when they’re lying together in bed. Eyes that peer through lashes, mouths that curl into smiles, small touches that cause shortness of breath, those are their tools for communication. Occasionally a word or two will slip but usually just sounds, nothing remotely human. He loves that the most. Watching his calm, collected, and completely in charge lover melt under his touch.
Just like now. He trails a finger down the side of Kibum’s face, over the cheek, across the jawbone, down one of the veins of his neck. The finger keeps going and Donghae watches as Kibum’s eyes widen slightly as it shows no signs of stopping. Donghae pauses as he reaches the edge of the sheet, the only thing keeping him from the bottom half of his lover. Which is just as deliciously unclothed as the rest of him. Kibum’s eyes flutter shut as if on command and Donghae allows himself a small smile before pulling the sheet back.
Hankyung whispers in Donghae’s ear. Something about what his favorite part of being in China is. He gives the answer he’s been told to and then Shiwon starts chattering away with the MC. Donghae doesn’t mind. There are other places to be.
This, Donghae thinks as he looks up a Kibum, eyes shut, face flushed, teeth biting his bottom lip that this was perfect. He may be the one on his knees, there may be hands fisted in his hair, urging him on but he knows better. He is in control. Everything depends on him. A few well placed strokes of his hand can have Kibum groaning incoherently. A swipe of his tongue will have the younger boy gripping the conveniently situated bookshelf and bed post for support. Or he can lean back on his heels and watch as he does now. Kibum shifts, wanting to ask but afraid to. Afraid that he is asking for something Donghae doesn’t want to give. Which is a silly thought but it makes Kibum that more adorable.
Donghae smiles and decides that it has been awhile since he’s reduced Kibum to animalistic noises. He brings his hand up and as his fingers encircle Kibum’s cock the boy lets out a long relieved breath of air. Perfect, Donghae thinks..
Shiwon grabs Donghae’s arm. He lets himself get pulled to his feet and he stands on the stage, waiting for further instruction. Shiwon fires rapid Korean at him and Donghae nods. They’re role playing. He’s Zhou Mi. Shiwon is Hankyung. Donghae is pretty sure someone is going to kill him for butchering the Chinese language. He hopes they wait until after the Super Junior reunion. Because Kibum owes him a blow job and there was no way he is dying before he gets that.
~*~*~*~*~
Kibum watches Super Junior M on the T.V. Well, he supposes that’s a bit of a lie. He watches Donghae on the T.V. He has to admit, it does make him a little angry. He recognizes the look in Donghae’s eyes. The one that everyone laughs at. His cute, clueless because he’s a Korean in China look. But Kibum knows better. It’s the same that Kibum sees in his own eyes when he watches their interviews. It’s the look that says that Donghae’s far far away.
And Kibum is jealous. Because everyone just assumes Donghae doesn’t understand the language. They let him get away with traveling to another place. Kibum doesn’t have that luxury. He gets chided when his concentration slips, when memories drag him into a world far different than the one he’s in.
“Kibum,” Eeteuk sighs and Kibum saves them both some time by walking away before the leader gets any further.
I attempted to write this in the present tense. I think it was a fun challenge and that I'll probably never do it again. But it was fun while it lasted.
A brush of hand against cloth, a brief moment of skin touching skin. The contact is broken but only for a moment because soon hands are impatiently pushing a shirt up and cool lips press against recently exposed skin. A soft sigh falls from lips that are perfect for kissing.
“Kibum,” Yesung hisses, gently hitting Kibum’s arm.
“What?” Kibum asks, but then he hears Eeteuk explaining.
“Kibum’s fine,” the leader says. “He’s just a bit tired. He has a very demanding schedule you know.”
Kibum nods and smiles when the interviewer turns to look at him and talks for a moment about his newest drama. He caught the underlying tone in Eeteuk’s words and knows he’s going to be in trouble when they get back to the apartment. He promises himself he’ll focus.
Teeth nip skin and it would be painful if it didn’t feel so good. A slight gasp and the sound encourages him. The bite is harder and it’ll leave marks. He knows he should push the other away but not even the threats from the make-up artist can keep him from fisting hands in hair, keeping the mouth exactly where it is.
“Kibum,” the interviewer calls and Kibum hopes it’s only the first time.
“Yes?” he asks, ignoring the disappointment in Eeteuk’s eyes.
The interviewer repeats the question and Kibum answers. He resolves to try harder to pay attention. But then the man mentions Super Junior M and it’s not his fault his thoughts stray to something more pleasant.
Hands impatiently try to open buttons, finally giving up and pulling. Thread rips and little bits of plastic go flying. He’ll be angry later but not now. Not when he sees the look in his lover’s eyes. The dark smoldering look that no one thought was possible. The one that is always hiding behind the façade of innocence. The one that is reserved only for moments like this.
“Kibum,” he murmurs against pale skin.
Kibum shudders in response and, encouraged, Donghae kisses his way down Kibum’s chest. He pauses at Kibum’s belly button, swirling his tongue in a way that never fails to make Kibum wriggle beneath him. That always results in a deep groan of approval. It makes Donghae smile.
Fingers find the waistline of Kibum’s pants and run lightly just under the material. Kibum sucks in a breath and forces himself to be patient. Because Donghae will get there. He always does. He just likes to play first. And as long as it continues to feel this good Kibum will let it go.
A tongue replaces fingers and runs a familiar path. Kibum arches off the bed and strong hands push him back down, though he can see the satisfaction in Donghae’s eyes.
“Kibum,” Sungmin calls and Kibum blinks once, letting his eyes refocus.
They are all standing and shaking hands with the interviewer, thanking him for having them on the show. Kibum gives Sungmin a grateful smile and stands up to wait in line. His turn comes and he smiles at the interviewer.
“Sleep more. Eat well. Stay healthy,” the man says.
“Thank you,” Kibum replies and follows the other members out to the bus.
He takes a seat in the back, knowing that Eeteuk will sit shotgun. It means he’ll have a few more minutes of peace before getting another speech. He rests his head against the window and lets his mind travel far away.
Eyes meet. Both reflect each other. Desire. Anticipation. Humor enters a pair before they disappear and all Kibum can see is an expensive part and hair that falls exactly where it’s supposed to. But he doesn’t focus on that for long. Because then there is a mouth around him and all he can think of is more, faster, please, and
“Shit, Hae.”
“Actually,” the other smirks, pulling back. “I think fuck is the word you’re looking for.”
Cocky son of a bitch, Kibum thinks darkly but then laughs at his own unintentional humor. Donghae quirks an eyebrow, confused. Kibum’s hands thread through Donghae’s hair and directs him back to matters of more importance.
“We’re home,” Eunhyuk says and Kibum reluctantly gets out of the car.
He walks up to the dorm, his feet dragging with every step. When he gets up to the living room Eeteuk is waiting for him and the other members have made themselves scarce. Eeteuk has his best disappointed umma face on. Kibum finds himself growing immune to it. He looks up at Eeteuk, blinking slowly.
“Kibum, you can’t keep spacing out,” Eeteuk tells him.
Kibum nods.
“Management’s not happy.”
Another nod.
“If you’re so tired you should sleep more instead of texting Donghae all through the night.”
Nod.
Eeteuk sighs. “Kibum, I’m tired of having this conversation. Is there anything I can do?”
Kibum shrugs.
“Please at least say something,” Eeteuk begs.
Kibum walks away.
~*~*~*~*~
Donghae loves being with Kibum, loves how there’s no need for words when they’re lying together in bed. Eyes that peer through lashes, mouths that curl into smiles, small touches that cause shortness of breath, those are their tools for communication. Occasionally a word or two will slip but usually just sounds, nothing remotely human. He loves that the most. Watching his calm, collected, and completely in charge lover melt under his touch.
Just like now. He trails a finger down the side of Kibum’s face, over the cheek, across the jawbone, down one of the veins of his neck. The finger keeps going and Donghae watches as Kibum’s eyes widen slightly as it shows no signs of stopping. Donghae pauses as he reaches the edge of the sheet, the only thing keeping him from the bottom half of his lover. Which is just as deliciously unclothed as the rest of him. Kibum’s eyes flutter shut as if on command and Donghae allows himself a small smile before pulling the sheet back.
Hankyung whispers in Donghae’s ear. Something about what his favorite part of being in China is. He gives the answer he’s been told to and then Shiwon starts chattering away with the MC. Donghae doesn’t mind. There are other places to be.
This, Donghae thinks as he looks up a Kibum, eyes shut, face flushed, teeth biting his bottom lip that this was perfect. He may be the one on his knees, there may be hands fisted in his hair, urging him on but he knows better. He is in control. Everything depends on him. A few well placed strokes of his hand can have Kibum groaning incoherently. A swipe of his tongue will have the younger boy gripping the conveniently situated bookshelf and bed post for support. Or he can lean back on his heels and watch as he does now. Kibum shifts, wanting to ask but afraid to. Afraid that he is asking for something Donghae doesn’t want to give. Which is a silly thought but it makes Kibum that more adorable.
Donghae smiles and decides that it has been awhile since he’s reduced Kibum to animalistic noises. He brings his hand up and as his fingers encircle Kibum’s cock the boy lets out a long relieved breath of air. Perfect, Donghae thinks..
Shiwon grabs Donghae’s arm. He lets himself get pulled to his feet and he stands on the stage, waiting for further instruction. Shiwon fires rapid Korean at him and Donghae nods. They’re role playing. He’s Zhou Mi. Shiwon is Hankyung. Donghae is pretty sure someone is going to kill him for butchering the Chinese language. He hopes they wait until after the Super Junior reunion. Because Kibum owes him a blow job and there was no way he is dying before he gets that.
~*~*~*~*~
Kibum watches Super Junior M on the T.V. Well, he supposes that’s a bit of a lie. He watches Donghae on the T.V. He has to admit, it does make him a little angry. He recognizes the look in Donghae’s eyes. The one that everyone laughs at. His cute, clueless because he’s a Korean in China look. But Kibum knows better. It’s the same that Kibum sees in his own eyes when he watches their interviews. It’s the look that says that Donghae’s far far away.
And Kibum is jealous. Because everyone just assumes Donghae doesn’t understand the language. They let him get away with traveling to another place. Kibum doesn’t have that luxury. He gets chided when his concentration slips, when memories drag him into a world far different than the one he’s in.
“Kibum,” Eeteuk sighs and Kibum saves them both some time by walking away before the leader gets any further.