Wearing Nothing But Moonlight
Title: Wearing Nothing But Moonlight
Pairing: Donghae/Sungmin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fantasy, AU
Summary: Sungmin has never seen his face, but that doesn't stop the longing in his heart.
A/N: Written for the first challenge of the pornathon. Based on the legend of Eros and Psyche.
Sungmin always keeps his eyes open, even in the absolute darkness of his bedroom. The quiet sound of footfalls echo off the stone walls, each soft thud ringing through his bones. Even after countless nights, his reaction is the same. Desire curls in the pit of his stomach when the voice he’s been longing to hear all day calls his name.
“Have you missed me that much, my love?” Laughter adds a soft edge to the arousal evident in his tone.
“I yearn for your touch even in my dreams.” Sungmin admits, breath held and eyes frantically searching for what he knows he will never see. Everything comes with a price.
There’s a soft rustling next to him and Sungmin turns his head in its direction, only to feel a soft puff of air against the shell of his ear and warm hands grasping his waist from behind. “The light is cruel to us both.”
He knows there’s nothing he can say that hasn’t already been said.
Instead, Sungmin leans back until his back is pressed to a firm chest, and slides his hands up into soft waves, fingers curling around the strands. “Let the night be kind.” He whispers, head turned as he welcomes the soft lips descending on his own. In that moment it is easy to forget that he has never seen the other man’s face; easy to fall into the caresses that left a trail of fire burning in their wake.
Sungmin has long since forgotten modesty. Such a thing has no place in their lives anymore, and he makes no protest when he’s laid onto the supple silk dressing the bed, cheek pillowed against the fabric and ass in the air. The inky darkness consuming the room only intensifies each small sensation and Sungmin gasps when he feels the pad of his lover’s thumb, slick with oil, rubbing slow circles over his entrance.
“Please…” Sungmin pleads, legs trembling. He can feel two fingers pressing into him, and a sob of pleasure echoes off of the walls and earns him a soft groan of approval. “Donghae… I need you.”
“Did I not promise you your heart’s desire?” Donghae breathes against his ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth and curling his digits to effortlessly pull a scream from the man beneath him. Sometimes Sungmin wonders how this man has always known his body so well that every press of his lips or slide of his hands leaves him craving an eternity with him; it is truly a blessing from Venus herself.
It is when another finger is added and Donghae’s lips press to the nape of his neck that his body trembles with the effort it takes to keep himself at bay. It’s embarrassing how easily it happens to him, but only encourages Donghae, and Sungmin soon finds their sheets sticky and his heart thudding in his chest.
If only you knew how beautiful you are.
Donghae continues to assault his oversensitive flesh with teasing licks and feather light kisses along his spine, never giving him a moment to recover. It’s all too much, but Sungmin can only whimper as he finds himself hard again in no time.
The familiar sound of oil against skin is one that Sungmin knows all too well, and he can feel anticipation weaving its way through his body and curling at his toes with each hushed breath behind him. Donghae’s soft laughter is intoxicating, but even more so when coupled with the slide of slick hands over his hips and up his thighs.
A familiar rhythm rocks their bed, each thump of wood against the wall bringing them closer to their peak.
“Scream for me. Let the world hear you,” Donghae growls as he wraps his hand around Sungmin, wrist twisting and flicking perfectly with each snap of his hips. Sungmin digs his fingers in, curling in the sheets with a strangled cry of his lover’s name echoing throughout the bedchamber. Even as his body quivers through each tremor, Donghae’s hips keep up their movements, only stopping when he reaches his own completion.
It is lying in his arms that Sungmin feels most complete; the steady beat of his heart luring him toward sleep. Tonight is different. An unease sets in when he opens the window and moonlight pours in over his lover’s figure, but is replaced with astonishment when he finds Eros himself lying in his bed.
It is his secret to keep.
Pairing: Donghae/Sungmin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fantasy, AU
Summary: Sungmin has never seen his face, but that doesn't stop the longing in his heart.
A/N: Written for the first challenge of the pornathon. Based on the legend of Eros and Psyche.
Sungmin always keeps his eyes open, even in the absolute darkness of his bedroom. The quiet sound of footfalls echo off the stone walls, each soft thud ringing through his bones. Even after countless nights, his reaction is the same. Desire curls in the pit of his stomach when the voice he’s been longing to hear all day calls his name.
“Have you missed me that much, my love?” Laughter adds a soft edge to the arousal evident in his tone.
“I yearn for your touch even in my dreams.” Sungmin admits, breath held and eyes frantically searching for what he knows he will never see. Everything comes with a price.
There’s a soft rustling next to him and Sungmin turns his head in its direction, only to feel a soft puff of air against the shell of his ear and warm hands grasping his waist from behind. “The light is cruel to us both.”
He knows there’s nothing he can say that hasn’t already been said.
Instead, Sungmin leans back until his back is pressed to a firm chest, and slides his hands up into soft waves, fingers curling around the strands. “Let the night be kind.” He whispers, head turned as he welcomes the soft lips descending on his own. In that moment it is easy to forget that he has never seen the other man’s face; easy to fall into the caresses that left a trail of fire burning in their wake.
Sungmin has long since forgotten modesty. Such a thing has no place in their lives anymore, and he makes no protest when he’s laid onto the supple silk dressing the bed, cheek pillowed against the fabric and ass in the air. The inky darkness consuming the room only intensifies each small sensation and Sungmin gasps when he feels the pad of his lover’s thumb, slick with oil, rubbing slow circles over his entrance.
“Please…” Sungmin pleads, legs trembling. He can feel two fingers pressing into him, and a sob of pleasure echoes off of the walls and earns him a soft groan of approval. “Donghae… I need you.”
“Did I not promise you your heart’s desire?” Donghae breathes against his ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth and curling his digits to effortlessly pull a scream from the man beneath him. Sometimes Sungmin wonders how this man has always known his body so well that every press of his lips or slide of his hands leaves him craving an eternity with him; it is truly a blessing from Venus herself.
It is when another finger is added and Donghae’s lips press to the nape of his neck that his body trembles with the effort it takes to keep himself at bay. It’s embarrassing how easily it happens to him, but only encourages Donghae, and Sungmin soon finds their sheets sticky and his heart thudding in his chest.
If only you knew how beautiful you are.
Donghae continues to assault his oversensitive flesh with teasing licks and feather light kisses along his spine, never giving him a moment to recover. It’s all too much, but Sungmin can only whimper as he finds himself hard again in no time.
The familiar sound of oil against skin is one that Sungmin knows all too well, and he can feel anticipation weaving its way through his body and curling at his toes with each hushed breath behind him. Donghae’s soft laughter is intoxicating, but even more so when coupled with the slide of slick hands over his hips and up his thighs.
A familiar rhythm rocks their bed, each thump of wood against the wall bringing them closer to their peak.
“Scream for me. Let the world hear you,” Donghae growls as he wraps his hand around Sungmin, wrist twisting and flicking perfectly with each snap of his hips. Sungmin digs his fingers in, curling in the sheets with a strangled cry of his lover’s name echoing throughout the bedchamber. Even as his body quivers through each tremor, Donghae’s hips keep up their movements, only stopping when he reaches his own completion.
It is lying in his arms that Sungmin feels most complete; the steady beat of his heart luring him toward sleep. Tonight is different. An unease sets in when he opens the window and moonlight pours in over his lover’s figure, but is replaced with astonishment when he finds Eros himself lying in his bed.
It is his secret to keep.