Fic: In Which Donghae May Have Issues
Title: In Which Donghae May Have Issues
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Everyone will eventually fuck everyone :|
Rating: +17
Warnings: Incest (if you consider step-siblings incest)
Summary: hooker!au Donghae has issues. Issues like Daddy!issues and Brother!issues and maybe just people!issues. But that's okay, because he's happy.
Notes: For umberela and for evanelric because they are the evil demon spawns I call friends who urge me on XD And I love them for this. Set in the same verse as this and this. But you don't need to read those to understand this... but it's encouraged. :D
They never fucked on the job because they didn’t get bought at the same time all that often. That was partially due to the fact that they charged an arm and a leg for it. And also because when one guy had taken exception to the 900,000 won price tag, and decided to try and make them do it for cheaper, Yesung had broken his arm. Word had traveled quickly about that. But tonight they were being paid 1 million won just to be watched.
Kyuhyun didn’t mind because 500,000 won in one meeting meant that he could take the rest of the week off. Donghae didn’t mind because that meant he got to fuck Kyuhyun. And he liked fucking Kyuhyun. He thought it was a shame he didn’t get to fuck him more often. Because him and Kyuhyun were good together.
It was part of the reason Donghae had encouraged Kyuhyun to come out with him, and join him working at the bar. Because Kyuhyun was just twisted enough to have sex with him for money, and not be bothered by it. But take the money away, and suddenly he would clam up. Because he was still old fashioned and he still believed that love and sex without money were equal, and exclusive.
Donghae hoped one day he would wake up and see it for how it was. But for now he would take what he could get, for as cheap as he could get.
He lifted Kyuhyun’s leg up, grinding against him, and he glanced at their client. Tall, broad shouldered and muscled. Much better looking than what they normally served, and that made this enjoyable. Kyuhyun had noticed that he was good looking, and he was getting hard very quick, even when Donghae slowed his hips down, letting Kyuhyun’s leg go to drop to his knees.
He glanced at their client, grinning as he saw his fingers gripping his biceps, as if he was trying to force himself to not be turned on. Kyuhyun’s fingers tangled themselves in Donghae’s hair and pulled him back to him, forcing his face to nuzzle into Kyuhyun’s erection. Donghae let out a moan, as he breathed in the smell of Kyuhyun. There hadn’t been too many clients before this one, probably only three, so he smelled mostly like himself. Donghae loved that scent, and he let it guide him as he licked his lips, before using his teeth to pull Kyuhyun’s zipper down with his teeth.
Kyuhyun let out an appreciative sound as Donghae used his mouth to push aside his boxers, and free his cock. Their client seemed to enjoy it as well, even though he was still just staring at them.
Oh well, Donghae thought, as he wrapped his lips around Kyuhyun’s cock. His loss. Because Donghae would have let him join in, in a heartbeat even. And he was pretty sure Kyuhyun wouldn’t protest too much, because he was staring at the guy, watching him watch them while Donghae sucked on Kyuhyun’s cock.
Donghae gagged as he tried to deep throat Kyuhyun, and it was mostly for show. Most clients liked hearing the sound of them gagging, Donghae had learned. It sounded dirty and like they were trying harder than their wives would have. This one definitely liked it, because his eyes went wide in the dark and he took a step closer to them. Kyuhyun pulled Donghae closer, moaning, and Donghae grinned, nose up against Kyuhyun’s pubes and he didn’t care that spit was dripping down his chin.
Kyuhyun gave a few quick thrusts, and then let go of his hold on Donghae’s hair. Donghae took in a few deep breaths of air and then reached for their client. He was close enough to touch, and his erection was still trapped in his pants. Donghae planned on freeing it, and then sucking on it. Even if it’s not what the client wanted. He just didn’t know he wanted it yet.
There were strong hands on his shoulders and Donghae wasn’t sure if they were trying to push him away or pull him closer but he licked his lips, unbuttoning the top of the slacks their client was wearing, and then pulling the zipper down. His cock was hard, and Donghae gave it one stroke, two strokes until he couldn’t take it anymore and he wrapped his lips around their client’s cock.
He let out a strained sound and grabbed hold of Donghae’s hair. Donghae let his jaw go slack, ready for the man to begin pounding into his mouth.
“No,” their client moaned, pulling Donghae away from his cock. “Just wanted to watch.”
Donghae smirked wickedly up at the man, and then glanced at Kyuhyun, who shrugged lightly. “Watch what?”
The man swallowed, taking a moment to breathe. “Just,” he gestured to Donghae, “you fucking him.”
Donghae’s face lit up and he stood up. He was still shorter than Kyuhyun but it didn’t matter because he could lift him up, and have his feet dangling for the ground. Kyuhyun liked it like that, and they kissed as they pushed the clothing away that needed to be moved. Out of the corner of his eye Donghae saw the man beginning to touch himself and he smirked. He knew he wouldn’t be able to just stand there.
Kyuhyun had a condom in his pocket, and he forced Donghae to put it on.
It was only a couple more moments and then Donghae was inside him. It had been too long, and the last time had been after a few too many clients. But tonight Kyuhyun was tight, and there wasn’t dried lube that was making it hard to start a rhythm. No tonight Donghae was his first, and if the way Kyuhyun was losing himself in the moment, clawing at Donghae’s back, letting himself enjoy it for once, he would probably be the last.
That made him move faster, and even though he couldn’t bite down on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, he could grab his clothes with his teeth and pull as much as he wanted. Kyuhyun could explain away holes in his clothing easier than teeth mark on his shoulder.
Their client was watching, eyes roving their entire bodies as he jerked off. Strong hand on his cock, and Donghae wished he could just touch him, but then Kyuhyun tightened around him, head thrown back as he came, and came hard. And Donghae couldn’t think beyond pulling Kyuhyun in for a kiss, and thrusting until he was coming.
Their client gasped, come spilling on the ground and once Donghae let Kyuhyun’s legs drop, he was on his knees. Donghae gulped as he watched Kyuhyun’s tongue wrap around their client’s cock, getting the rest of the come, and cleaning him off. The man was panting, and he patted the back of Kyuhyun’s head until he was standing again, wiping the back of his mouth.
He held out his hand and Donghae threw his head back, collapsing against the brick wall. Leave it to Kyuhyun to make it all about business and not about this moment of three good looking people having an amazing moment in a dirty alley.
The man seemed to understand and he handed over the cash, adding in a generous tip and Kyuhyun was nice enough to pat his cheek before heading into the bar. Donghae shook his head.
“Don’t mind him,” Donghae said as he headed towards the door. He was always nicer to his clients. The man shook his head though.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
Donghae grinned and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him down and kissing him deeply. The man whimpered in his mouth until Donghae let him go.
“Thanks!” Donghae said, patting the man’s ass as he passed and went back inside.
The man didn’t follow. They normally didn’t. It was probably for the best because Kyuhyun was waving to Sungmin, and Yesung, who was sitting behind the bar, counting out the money. Donghae didn’t even want to know how much of that was for tonight and how much he had taken from the drawer. Kyuhyun was grinning though when he grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around.
“Already paid Yesung. He’s gonna hang around with Sungmin for a bit. Wife doesn’t get home until later.”
Donghae laughed. “You know he’s not married to a woman.”
Kyuhyun shrugged, heading for the bus stop. “Don’t care. Doesn’t matter.” He was smiling though, and that was so different from how it normally was.
Donghae quirked his head to the side. “You’re in a good mood,” he observed and Kyuhyun grinned.
“I didn’t tell you? I’m taking the weekend off to take Zhou Mi to Jeju. I’ve been saving for the past couple of months, for our anniversary.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Tonight’s pay should be enough to take him out for lunch tomorrow too.”
Donghae rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around Kyuhyun’s shoulder. “You lovesick fool. Have fun alright? Buy one of those shiny magnets for me.”
Kyuhyun laughed and nodded his head. “Sure thing Donghae.”
Donghae let Kyuhyun catch the bus on his own, and as soon as the bus had pulled away he took out his phone, calling for his car. His driver didn’t ask what he was doing in that part of town, just told him to wait and he would be there soon. Fifteen minutes later the car pulled up and Donghae let himself in.
His driver, Kangin, looked at him through the rear view mirror smirking. “Get stabbed today?”
Donghae couldn’t stop the smile from coming to his face. “Nope. Got to fuck Kyuhyun though.”
Kangin laughed, loud and hearty. “Well then you are just in a great mood, aren’t you?”
“As is he. For a different reason.” Kangin angled his head instead of outright asking for Donghae to go on. Donghae leaned back in the seat before elaborating. “He’s taking his boyfriend to Jeju for their anniversary.”
Kangin hummed in acknowledgement. “So what are you going to do all weekend without him?”
Donghae let out a laugh. “Very funny. I manage just fine.”
“Will you possibly, gasp, go into work?” He winked at the rear view mirror so that Donghae could see he was kidding. Donghae growled, looking out the window. He heard Kangin tapping a beat out on the steering wheel, and he rubbed his temple. “Oh, don’t think anyone told you.” Donghae glanced up to lock eyes with him in the rearview mirror. “Your brother is back.”
Donghae arched his eyebrow in surprise and then frowned. “You mean Henry?”
Kangin nodded. “Yup, picked him up from the airport this morning, and actually I dropped him off at your apartment right before you called. Got into a fight with your father already I imagine.”
Donghae’s frown deepened. “Could just have wanted to stop by.” He didn’t want to think about the two of them fighting so soon. It would just make Henry want to leave, back to America, that much faster.
Kangin was smart and didn’t comment any further, probably picking up on the shift in Donghae’s mood, and he tried to shake it. Kangin was a good driver; he knew when to shut his mouth, which was rare. Everyone loved a good juicy secret. Kangin could live without. And so Donghae hated being angry around him.
“How’s the wife?”
“Fat,” Kangin said, before he burst out into laughter, and Donghae found his mood lifting. “She’s at eight months now, and her feet have started to swell, so she complains all the time. But when she’s not complaining she’s absolutely radiant.”
“You should make sure to take off time to be with her,” Donghae mused, watching the shift from wretched city life to the upscale area he lived in.
“Yeah, you think? But who would pick your ass up at three in the morning?”
“I’ll stay in.”
Kangin laughed again. “Yeah, sure. When was the last time you stayed in? When you were 14? And that was only because you were too lazy to get out of bed?”
Donghae kicked the back of his seat lightly, but he was in a much better mood. “I’m being serious. Take a month off. Take two months off. You deserve it.”
Kangin made a cooing sound as he stopped at a red light, looking back at Donghae. His face sombered up and he sighed. “I’ll think about it okay.”
“You better,” Donghae muttered, leaning back. Donghae liked Kangin’s wife. She had a good mouth. Kangin just never needed to know that he knew that.
He pulled into the garage of Donghae’s apartment and Donghae climbed out, knees stiff from the ride. “Thanks Kangin.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the money he had made that night, folded up on itself. He handed it over to Kangin, who knew better than to protest. “Buy Taeyeon and the baby something nice from Uncle Donghae, okay?” He grinned as Kangin rolled his eyes, putting the money away.
“Yeah, yeah. Like I want you being my kid’s role model,” he said fondly.
Donghae watched him drive off and then he was rushing to the elevator. Henry was still on American time, so he would be decently awake at this time. He only slowed his pace once he got to his floor, walking sedately to his door.
He didn’t call out for Henry, taking his time, because if it was important Henry would come to him. He walked into his living room and there was Henry, stretched out on the couch, violin resting on his stomach as he swung the bow back and forth. It sliced through the air, making a faint humming sound.
Donghae grinned.
“Hey.”
Henry didn’t roll his head over, but his posture tensed for a moment, like he thought about getting up and then decided against it. “Hey.”
Donghae licked his lips. “So. How long are you back for?”
Henry shrugged, swinging the bow again, and this time it hit the floor with a loud smack. “I was planning on being here until classes started back up in September.”
That was three months from now.
Donghae knew better than to ask if he was planning on going back to the company.
“Saw mom,” Henry said casually. “She asked about you. Take it you are about estranged as I am.”
Donghae shrugged and walked over to the couch, dropping down to sit on the floor, head dropping back to land on Henry’s stomach. He just missed the violin. “I’ve been busy while you’ve been gone.”
Henry snorted and his hand fell into Donghae’s hair, running slowly through it. “Doing what?”
Donghae shrugged, rolling his head over to look up at Henry. “Helping a friend out.”
It sounded better than fucking random people and then taking their money, more productive. Henry didn’t need to know that he had pretty much stopped functioning for the first week after he had up and left.
Not that Donghae could blame him. If he had the talent he would have been off to American university in a heartbeat. But as it was he was left here, without his best friend, and a disappointed family to make proud.
“Is that what they call it now?” Henry leaned up, and Donghae finally saw his face. He looked tired, and he had lost some of the baby fat in his face.
“Long flight?” He asked, because that was the proper way to deflect unwanted questions.
Henry looked at him for a moment before flopping back onto the couch. “Miserable. Lonely.”
Donghae couldn’t stop himself, he was crawling up onto the couch, over Henry until he was curled up beside him. He squeezed his hip, moving his hand under the tanktop Henry was wearing. “Well you can’t be lonely now.”
Henry shoved his shoulder lightly, but soon was cuddled around Donghae, violin placed haphazardly on the coffee table. “It doesn’t sound stupid to say ‘I missed you’ does it?” Henry whispered into Donghae’s neck.
Donghae tightened his grip around Henry’s shoulder, letting out a ragged breath. He was getting hard, being so close to him again. “Course not. Whoever said it was can go stuff it.”
They both knew who had said it. Maybe not today, but at some point. Donghae’s father used to be a nice guy. Donghae had fond memories of him when he was a kid. And then he had come drunk, with lipstick staining his collar for the first time, and suddenly his father had changed. The man who wanted him to be this perfect businessman wasn’t his father, and Donghae would never have wished him on anybody else.
He had tried so hard to sabotage Henry’s mother from marrying his father, but at some point he had gotten selfish, because he liked Henry. And Henry liked him. And at 17 it hadn’t seemed like a bad idea, because it made it easier to sneak into Henry’s room at night, and no one ever questioned why he wanted his kid brother to be beside him all the time. And his father had been nice to Henry too, up until he had his own moment, where he let Donghae convince him to skip a company dinner to go to a concert that Henry had wanted to see, and they’d come home at four in the morning drunk, and laughing. And then it had been “business this” and “business that.”
And then Henry had left. Run away as far as he could get, and stayed there. And it had hurt. It had hurt so much because they were supposed to be together.
Donghae clung to him tighter, pushing their foreheads together until they were breathing the same air. “I missed you too.” He didn’t add on his plea for Henry to stay, and never go back. He tried for a smile instead. “Was it fun?”
Henry stared at him for a moment, as if Donghae was stupid, and somehow unaware of their cocks pressed together, of Henry’s hips moving up and down, slowly. He swallowed and Donghae let out a moan as it pushed Henry’s lips against his. “That’s not why I’m here,” he finally said and Donghae cupped his cheek.
“I know.” Henry’s hips were still rocking against his and it wouldn’t take much to roll them both over. “I’ve missed you,” Donghae repeated and Henry moaned, leaning forward to kiss him.
“Missed you too,” he muttered as he broke the kiss, and then his hands were pushing at Donghae’s clothing, trying to get them off. Donghae let them, more than happy to be naked and rubbing against Henry then with all this clothing in the way.
They didn’t stop, and Donghae barely took a moment to notice how much Henry had developed, because he could feel the muscle under his fingertips as he rolled them over. He’d obviously been running, and lifting weights, and Donghae could learn to appreciate what it had done for him as he trailed his fingers down Henry’s thighs, lifting his hips up.
Hips that had bruises on them already. Big ugly ones, from a man’s grip while he took Henry from behind no doubt, and Henry shot him a cocky grin, because Donghae knew that his collarbone was littered with bite marks, and down his back was probably still nails from that one female client. He returned it. And it was good. They both had bruises, marks from other people, and that thrilled Donghae, because this defined how he was. And Henry seemed to accept that, and live that along side him.
“Fuck,” Henry cursed in English and Donghae grinned, laying his own fingers over the bruises the other man had left. Henry watched him, eyes glazed over as Donghae began to push into him.
“Are you thinking of him?” Donghae asked, eyes full of mirth and Henry’s eyes shut as he choked out a moan. “It’s okay if you are,” he leaned down, pushing in deeper. “Maybe he can join us later.”
He was only being half serious, because they had done that before, the sharing game. Not often, because both of them got possessive at times, and both of them were greedy and needy, and it tended to put people off after just one night. But Henry let out a moan, and Donghae could tell he was imaging it behind his closed eyes.
“Tell me about it,” Donghae whispered in his ear, and Henry’s eyes shot open and he bucked back against Donghae.
“Fuck,” he cursed again. “Him. In you, directing you. And it would feel so good.” He trailed off, lost in pleasure and Donghae preferred that to the constant stream of talking some people managed to pull off. It made Donghae know he was doing his job right. He didn’t want Henry to think, let alone speak.
It was fast and over far too soon, but Henry didn’t seem to care because he came hard, eyes open and staring at Donghae’s ceiling. And Donghae didn’t care because Henry was finally home, in his bed again. He bit hard into his shoulder, leaving his own mark before rolling off of Henry.
Donghae woke up to the smell of food. He rolled over and looked at the clock, and groaned when it read only eleven o’clock.
“Henry!” He called, but his voice was that disgusting feeling of everything he had eaten the night before, including the come from those clients, and so it didn’t carry at all.
He pulled himself out of bed, walking naked into the bathroom. After his teeth were brushed he made his way into the kitchen. Henry was at the stove, dressed in one of his pajama pants and Donghae rubbed his eye before taking a seat at the table.
“Aren’t you just a cheerful morning person,” he commented and Henry snorted, getting out another bowl.
“Oh please. Stop whining. Maybe if you got in before dawn you would know that eleven is hardly ‘morning’.”
Donghae stuck his tongue out and then dug into the food, happy to have something in his stomach. Henry was watching him and Donghae slowed his eating to look at him, realizing that he wanted to talk.
He swallowed and wiped his mouth, deciding to dive right into the bad news. “Did dad call?”
Henry looked away, towards the phone that Donghae only kept around so that way his father’s secretary had some way of leaving all the voicemails his father wanted him to hear. “No. Actually. My friend is coming over.” Donghae glanced at Henry’s shoulders, and if he could he would look at the fingerprints on his hips, but Henry seemed to understand. “Yeah, him.”
Donghae shrugged and continued to eat his food. “Do you want me to threaten him like a good older brother should?”
Henry threw a napkin in his general direction. “Be nice.”
Donghae grinned wide. “I’m always nice. Want me to show you?”
“I’ve seen,” Henry said with a laugh. “Just, be nice to him alright?”
Donghae paused with eating his food for a moment as he tried to put together the right words. He finally decided to just go for it. “Do you like him?”
Henry shrugged. “He was convenient. And nice to me.”
Donghae smiled, and took his plate to the sink, rinsing it off. “Well that’s all that matters to me then. Treating my little brother right.” He walked over to Henry and ruffled his hair, even after he tried to push Donghae’s hand away.
“Stop it.”
Donghae stopped, dropping his hand. “Sorry. So is he coming over soon?”
Henry rolled his eyes and shoved Donghae back to the bathroom. “He’ll probably be here when you get out of the shower.”
Donghae laughed as he took his dismissal with grace. He tried to be quick in the shower, not wanting to leave Henry alone with his friend for too long; this was after all still his apartment, but after he stepped under the warm water he didn’t want to leave. A few moments wouldn’t hurt.
He heard laughter by the time he got out, and he sighed. The man sounded tall and masculine. The bruises told him that though.
He didn’t walk outside until he was dressed in his business attire, the tie in a Windsor knot and even though he had no intention of actually going in, it would leave an impression.
Henry looked up when the door opened and Donghae grinned at the way his eyes widened just a bit. He knew he looked good, but it didn’t hurt to have a bit of appreciation. Henry’s friend slowly turned his head and Donghae couldn’t stop himself from tilting his head to the side. He normally didn’t remember client, but he had just had him last night.
He had to give him credit, he barely blinked at seeing Donghae. Maybe he hadn’t gotten a good look at his face. Donghae broke into a smile as he approached them, putting on his cufflinks. He was going all out.
“So you must be Henry’s friend,” he said. He never thought about it until now, but the tone he used to make casual inquisitions was the same tone he used to seduce.
Henry’s friend, his client, just smiled, dimples showing. “Yes. I’m Choi Siwon. You must be his brother. He’s told me a lot about you.” He held out his hand, standing up and Donghae glanced him over.
He didn’t look much different from last night. He slouched a bit when he stood but that was probably because he wasn’t trying to control Donghae at the moment. Donghae shook his hand and slid his eyes to Henry, who was extending dinner to Donghae.
“No, I actually have plans tonight.” He said, and he looked straight at Siwon as he said that. The way his eyes darkened just a bit was worth the scoff Henry gave.
“Work?” Siwon asked politely, and suddenly it was fun because they were talking in some code that Henry didn’t get. And Donghae didn’t want Henry to understand. Because he didn’t want Henry to ever find out.
“Something like that. But hey, maybe some other time,” he shot an apologetic smile to Henry, who rolled his eyes and made a jerk off motion with his hand behind Siwon’s back. Donghae looked back into Siwon’s eyes and grinned. “I take it you’re staying for awhile?”
“I go back when Henry goes back,” Siwon said, and Donghae realized their hands were still clasped. Henry probably thought it was some big pissing contest, and he would no doubt some text about it the moment he walked out. And he was going to walk out any moment, because if he stayed he would crack.
“Well then, you’ll be seeing a lot of me then.” Donghae finally let go of Siwon’s hand and winked at Henry. “After all, he’s crashing with me.”
It was part invitation, part demand. Henry understood that and he just nodded.
“Sure thing. Here, lemme walk you to the door,” Henry said, gesturing to the door. “Since you’re going out.”
Donghae nodded, and Siwon was polite enough to let the two of them have a moment. He probably figured that Donghae was imparting his advice on the big bad man, and dropping hints that he bought hookers from shady pubs. That was okay, because it was saner than thinking that Donghae had pressed Henry to the door and kissed him hard. Henry was panting when they broke apart and he slowly let his grip from Donghae’s shoulders drop.
He arched his eyebrow, probably waiting for a quip about Siwon but Donghae just leaned in and kissed him again. “Be good,” he finally said when they broke apart.
“I always am.”
Donghae nodded his head, because he was right. He had taught him that. “Don’t wait up.” He didn’t know where he was going to go, definitely not the pub. Maybe he would give Yesung a ring, demand the two of them hang out. He couldn't harass Kyuhyun, couldn’t do that to him. As much as he wanted Kyuhyun to be twisted like he was, he couldn’t do that to another person. Henry was enough.
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Everyone will eventually fuck everyone :|
Rating: +17
Warnings: Incest (if you consider step-siblings incest)
Summary: hooker!au Donghae has issues. Issues like Daddy!issues and Brother!issues and maybe just people!issues. But that's okay, because he's happy.
Notes: For umberela and for evanelric because they are the evil demon spawns I call friends who urge me on XD And I love them for this. Set in the same verse as this and this. But you don't need to read those to understand this... but it's encouraged. :D
They never fucked on the job because they didn’t get bought at the same time all that often. That was partially due to the fact that they charged an arm and a leg for it. And also because when one guy had taken exception to the 900,000 won price tag, and decided to try and make them do it for cheaper, Yesung had broken his arm. Word had traveled quickly about that. But tonight they were being paid 1 million won just to be watched.
Kyuhyun didn’t mind because 500,000 won in one meeting meant that he could take the rest of the week off. Donghae didn’t mind because that meant he got to fuck Kyuhyun. And he liked fucking Kyuhyun. He thought it was a shame he didn’t get to fuck him more often. Because him and Kyuhyun were good together.
It was part of the reason Donghae had encouraged Kyuhyun to come out with him, and join him working at the bar. Because Kyuhyun was just twisted enough to have sex with him for money, and not be bothered by it. But take the money away, and suddenly he would clam up. Because he was still old fashioned and he still believed that love and sex without money were equal, and exclusive.
Donghae hoped one day he would wake up and see it for how it was. But for now he would take what he could get, for as cheap as he could get.
He lifted Kyuhyun’s leg up, grinding against him, and he glanced at their client. Tall, broad shouldered and muscled. Much better looking than what they normally served, and that made this enjoyable. Kyuhyun had noticed that he was good looking, and he was getting hard very quick, even when Donghae slowed his hips down, letting Kyuhyun’s leg go to drop to his knees.
He glanced at their client, grinning as he saw his fingers gripping his biceps, as if he was trying to force himself to not be turned on. Kyuhyun’s fingers tangled themselves in Donghae’s hair and pulled him back to him, forcing his face to nuzzle into Kyuhyun’s erection. Donghae let out a moan, as he breathed in the smell of Kyuhyun. There hadn’t been too many clients before this one, probably only three, so he smelled mostly like himself. Donghae loved that scent, and he let it guide him as he licked his lips, before using his teeth to pull Kyuhyun’s zipper down with his teeth.
Kyuhyun let out an appreciative sound as Donghae used his mouth to push aside his boxers, and free his cock. Their client seemed to enjoy it as well, even though he was still just staring at them.
Oh well, Donghae thought, as he wrapped his lips around Kyuhyun’s cock. His loss. Because Donghae would have let him join in, in a heartbeat even. And he was pretty sure Kyuhyun wouldn’t protest too much, because he was staring at the guy, watching him watch them while Donghae sucked on Kyuhyun’s cock.
Donghae gagged as he tried to deep throat Kyuhyun, and it was mostly for show. Most clients liked hearing the sound of them gagging, Donghae had learned. It sounded dirty and like they were trying harder than their wives would have. This one definitely liked it, because his eyes went wide in the dark and he took a step closer to them. Kyuhyun pulled Donghae closer, moaning, and Donghae grinned, nose up against Kyuhyun’s pubes and he didn’t care that spit was dripping down his chin.
Kyuhyun gave a few quick thrusts, and then let go of his hold on Donghae’s hair. Donghae took in a few deep breaths of air and then reached for their client. He was close enough to touch, and his erection was still trapped in his pants. Donghae planned on freeing it, and then sucking on it. Even if it’s not what the client wanted. He just didn’t know he wanted it yet.
There were strong hands on his shoulders and Donghae wasn’t sure if they were trying to push him away or pull him closer but he licked his lips, unbuttoning the top of the slacks their client was wearing, and then pulling the zipper down. His cock was hard, and Donghae gave it one stroke, two strokes until he couldn’t take it anymore and he wrapped his lips around their client’s cock.
He let out a strained sound and grabbed hold of Donghae’s hair. Donghae let his jaw go slack, ready for the man to begin pounding into his mouth.
“No,” their client moaned, pulling Donghae away from his cock. “Just wanted to watch.”
Donghae smirked wickedly up at the man, and then glanced at Kyuhyun, who shrugged lightly. “Watch what?”
The man swallowed, taking a moment to breathe. “Just,” he gestured to Donghae, “you fucking him.”
Donghae’s face lit up and he stood up. He was still shorter than Kyuhyun but it didn’t matter because he could lift him up, and have his feet dangling for the ground. Kyuhyun liked it like that, and they kissed as they pushed the clothing away that needed to be moved. Out of the corner of his eye Donghae saw the man beginning to touch himself and he smirked. He knew he wouldn’t be able to just stand there.
Kyuhyun had a condom in his pocket, and he forced Donghae to put it on.
It was only a couple more moments and then Donghae was inside him. It had been too long, and the last time had been after a few too many clients. But tonight Kyuhyun was tight, and there wasn’t dried lube that was making it hard to start a rhythm. No tonight Donghae was his first, and if the way Kyuhyun was losing himself in the moment, clawing at Donghae’s back, letting himself enjoy it for once, he would probably be the last.
That made him move faster, and even though he couldn’t bite down on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, he could grab his clothes with his teeth and pull as much as he wanted. Kyuhyun could explain away holes in his clothing easier than teeth mark on his shoulder.
Their client was watching, eyes roving their entire bodies as he jerked off. Strong hand on his cock, and Donghae wished he could just touch him, but then Kyuhyun tightened around him, head thrown back as he came, and came hard. And Donghae couldn’t think beyond pulling Kyuhyun in for a kiss, and thrusting until he was coming.
Their client gasped, come spilling on the ground and once Donghae let Kyuhyun’s legs drop, he was on his knees. Donghae gulped as he watched Kyuhyun’s tongue wrap around their client’s cock, getting the rest of the come, and cleaning him off. The man was panting, and he patted the back of Kyuhyun’s head until he was standing again, wiping the back of his mouth.
He held out his hand and Donghae threw his head back, collapsing against the brick wall. Leave it to Kyuhyun to make it all about business and not about this moment of three good looking people having an amazing moment in a dirty alley.
The man seemed to understand and he handed over the cash, adding in a generous tip and Kyuhyun was nice enough to pat his cheek before heading into the bar. Donghae shook his head.
“Don’t mind him,” Donghae said as he headed towards the door. He was always nicer to his clients. The man shook his head though.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
Donghae grinned and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him down and kissing him deeply. The man whimpered in his mouth until Donghae let him go.
“Thanks!” Donghae said, patting the man’s ass as he passed and went back inside.
The man didn’t follow. They normally didn’t. It was probably for the best because Kyuhyun was waving to Sungmin, and Yesung, who was sitting behind the bar, counting out the money. Donghae didn’t even want to know how much of that was for tonight and how much he had taken from the drawer. Kyuhyun was grinning though when he grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around.
“Already paid Yesung. He’s gonna hang around with Sungmin for a bit. Wife doesn’t get home until later.”
Donghae laughed. “You know he’s not married to a woman.”
Kyuhyun shrugged, heading for the bus stop. “Don’t care. Doesn’t matter.” He was smiling though, and that was so different from how it normally was.
Donghae quirked his head to the side. “You’re in a good mood,” he observed and Kyuhyun grinned.
“I didn’t tell you? I’m taking the weekend off to take Zhou Mi to Jeju. I’ve been saving for the past couple of months, for our anniversary.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Tonight’s pay should be enough to take him out for lunch tomorrow too.”
Donghae rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around Kyuhyun’s shoulder. “You lovesick fool. Have fun alright? Buy one of those shiny magnets for me.”
Kyuhyun laughed and nodded his head. “Sure thing Donghae.”
Donghae let Kyuhyun catch the bus on his own, and as soon as the bus had pulled away he took out his phone, calling for his car. His driver didn’t ask what he was doing in that part of town, just told him to wait and he would be there soon. Fifteen minutes later the car pulled up and Donghae let himself in.
His driver, Kangin, looked at him through the rear view mirror smirking. “Get stabbed today?”
Donghae couldn’t stop the smile from coming to his face. “Nope. Got to fuck Kyuhyun though.”
Kangin laughed, loud and hearty. “Well then you are just in a great mood, aren’t you?”
“As is he. For a different reason.” Kangin angled his head instead of outright asking for Donghae to go on. Donghae leaned back in the seat before elaborating. “He’s taking his boyfriend to Jeju for their anniversary.”
Kangin hummed in acknowledgement. “So what are you going to do all weekend without him?”
Donghae let out a laugh. “Very funny. I manage just fine.”
“Will you possibly, gasp, go into work?” He winked at the rear view mirror so that Donghae could see he was kidding. Donghae growled, looking out the window. He heard Kangin tapping a beat out on the steering wheel, and he rubbed his temple. “Oh, don’t think anyone told you.” Donghae glanced up to lock eyes with him in the rearview mirror. “Your brother is back.”
Donghae arched his eyebrow in surprise and then frowned. “You mean Henry?”
Kangin nodded. “Yup, picked him up from the airport this morning, and actually I dropped him off at your apartment right before you called. Got into a fight with your father already I imagine.”
Donghae’s frown deepened. “Could just have wanted to stop by.” He didn’t want to think about the two of them fighting so soon. It would just make Henry want to leave, back to America, that much faster.
Kangin was smart and didn’t comment any further, probably picking up on the shift in Donghae’s mood, and he tried to shake it. Kangin was a good driver; he knew when to shut his mouth, which was rare. Everyone loved a good juicy secret. Kangin could live without. And so Donghae hated being angry around him.
“How’s the wife?”
“Fat,” Kangin said, before he burst out into laughter, and Donghae found his mood lifting. “She’s at eight months now, and her feet have started to swell, so she complains all the time. But when she’s not complaining she’s absolutely radiant.”
“You should make sure to take off time to be with her,” Donghae mused, watching the shift from wretched city life to the upscale area he lived in.
“Yeah, you think? But who would pick your ass up at three in the morning?”
“I’ll stay in.”
Kangin laughed again. “Yeah, sure. When was the last time you stayed in? When you were 14? And that was only because you were too lazy to get out of bed?”
Donghae kicked the back of his seat lightly, but he was in a much better mood. “I’m being serious. Take a month off. Take two months off. You deserve it.”
Kangin made a cooing sound as he stopped at a red light, looking back at Donghae. His face sombered up and he sighed. “I’ll think about it okay.”
“You better,” Donghae muttered, leaning back. Donghae liked Kangin’s wife. She had a good mouth. Kangin just never needed to know that he knew that.
He pulled into the garage of Donghae’s apartment and Donghae climbed out, knees stiff from the ride. “Thanks Kangin.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the money he had made that night, folded up on itself. He handed it over to Kangin, who knew better than to protest. “Buy Taeyeon and the baby something nice from Uncle Donghae, okay?” He grinned as Kangin rolled his eyes, putting the money away.
“Yeah, yeah. Like I want you being my kid’s role model,” he said fondly.
Donghae watched him drive off and then he was rushing to the elevator. Henry was still on American time, so he would be decently awake at this time. He only slowed his pace once he got to his floor, walking sedately to his door.
He didn’t call out for Henry, taking his time, because if it was important Henry would come to him. He walked into his living room and there was Henry, stretched out on the couch, violin resting on his stomach as he swung the bow back and forth. It sliced through the air, making a faint humming sound.
Donghae grinned.
“Hey.”
Henry didn’t roll his head over, but his posture tensed for a moment, like he thought about getting up and then decided against it. “Hey.”
Donghae licked his lips. “So. How long are you back for?”
Henry shrugged, swinging the bow again, and this time it hit the floor with a loud smack. “I was planning on being here until classes started back up in September.”
That was three months from now.
Donghae knew better than to ask if he was planning on going back to the company.
“Saw mom,” Henry said casually. “She asked about you. Take it you are about estranged as I am.”
Donghae shrugged and walked over to the couch, dropping down to sit on the floor, head dropping back to land on Henry’s stomach. He just missed the violin. “I’ve been busy while you’ve been gone.”
Henry snorted and his hand fell into Donghae’s hair, running slowly through it. “Doing what?”
Donghae shrugged, rolling his head over to look up at Henry. “Helping a friend out.”
It sounded better than fucking random people and then taking their money, more productive. Henry didn’t need to know that he had pretty much stopped functioning for the first week after he had up and left.
Not that Donghae could blame him. If he had the talent he would have been off to American university in a heartbeat. But as it was he was left here, without his best friend, and a disappointed family to make proud.
“Is that what they call it now?” Henry leaned up, and Donghae finally saw his face. He looked tired, and he had lost some of the baby fat in his face.
“Long flight?” He asked, because that was the proper way to deflect unwanted questions.
Henry looked at him for a moment before flopping back onto the couch. “Miserable. Lonely.”
Donghae couldn’t stop himself, he was crawling up onto the couch, over Henry until he was curled up beside him. He squeezed his hip, moving his hand under the tanktop Henry was wearing. “Well you can’t be lonely now.”
Henry shoved his shoulder lightly, but soon was cuddled around Donghae, violin placed haphazardly on the coffee table. “It doesn’t sound stupid to say ‘I missed you’ does it?” Henry whispered into Donghae’s neck.
Donghae tightened his grip around Henry’s shoulder, letting out a ragged breath. He was getting hard, being so close to him again. “Course not. Whoever said it was can go stuff it.”
They both knew who had said it. Maybe not today, but at some point. Donghae’s father used to be a nice guy. Donghae had fond memories of him when he was a kid. And then he had come drunk, with lipstick staining his collar for the first time, and suddenly his father had changed. The man who wanted him to be this perfect businessman wasn’t his father, and Donghae would never have wished him on anybody else.
He had tried so hard to sabotage Henry’s mother from marrying his father, but at some point he had gotten selfish, because he liked Henry. And Henry liked him. And at 17 it hadn’t seemed like a bad idea, because it made it easier to sneak into Henry’s room at night, and no one ever questioned why he wanted his kid brother to be beside him all the time. And his father had been nice to Henry too, up until he had his own moment, where he let Donghae convince him to skip a company dinner to go to a concert that Henry had wanted to see, and they’d come home at four in the morning drunk, and laughing. And then it had been “business this” and “business that.”
And then Henry had left. Run away as far as he could get, and stayed there. And it had hurt. It had hurt so much because they were supposed to be together.
Donghae clung to him tighter, pushing their foreheads together until they were breathing the same air. “I missed you too.” He didn’t add on his plea for Henry to stay, and never go back. He tried for a smile instead. “Was it fun?”
Henry stared at him for a moment, as if Donghae was stupid, and somehow unaware of their cocks pressed together, of Henry’s hips moving up and down, slowly. He swallowed and Donghae let out a moan as it pushed Henry’s lips against his. “That’s not why I’m here,” he finally said and Donghae cupped his cheek.
“I know.” Henry’s hips were still rocking against his and it wouldn’t take much to roll them both over. “I’ve missed you,” Donghae repeated and Henry moaned, leaning forward to kiss him.
“Missed you too,” he muttered as he broke the kiss, and then his hands were pushing at Donghae’s clothing, trying to get them off. Donghae let them, more than happy to be naked and rubbing against Henry then with all this clothing in the way.
They didn’t stop, and Donghae barely took a moment to notice how much Henry had developed, because he could feel the muscle under his fingertips as he rolled them over. He’d obviously been running, and lifting weights, and Donghae could learn to appreciate what it had done for him as he trailed his fingers down Henry’s thighs, lifting his hips up.
Hips that had bruises on them already. Big ugly ones, from a man’s grip while he took Henry from behind no doubt, and Henry shot him a cocky grin, because Donghae knew that his collarbone was littered with bite marks, and down his back was probably still nails from that one female client. He returned it. And it was good. They both had bruises, marks from other people, and that thrilled Donghae, because this defined how he was. And Henry seemed to accept that, and live that along side him.
“Fuck,” Henry cursed in English and Donghae grinned, laying his own fingers over the bruises the other man had left. Henry watched him, eyes glazed over as Donghae began to push into him.
“Are you thinking of him?” Donghae asked, eyes full of mirth and Henry’s eyes shut as he choked out a moan. “It’s okay if you are,” he leaned down, pushing in deeper. “Maybe he can join us later.”
He was only being half serious, because they had done that before, the sharing game. Not often, because both of them got possessive at times, and both of them were greedy and needy, and it tended to put people off after just one night. But Henry let out a moan, and Donghae could tell he was imaging it behind his closed eyes.
“Tell me about it,” Donghae whispered in his ear, and Henry’s eyes shot open and he bucked back against Donghae.
“Fuck,” he cursed again. “Him. In you, directing you. And it would feel so good.” He trailed off, lost in pleasure and Donghae preferred that to the constant stream of talking some people managed to pull off. It made Donghae know he was doing his job right. He didn’t want Henry to think, let alone speak.
It was fast and over far too soon, but Henry didn’t seem to care because he came hard, eyes open and staring at Donghae’s ceiling. And Donghae didn’t care because Henry was finally home, in his bed again. He bit hard into his shoulder, leaving his own mark before rolling off of Henry.
Donghae woke up to the smell of food. He rolled over and looked at the clock, and groaned when it read only eleven o’clock.
“Henry!” He called, but his voice was that disgusting feeling of everything he had eaten the night before, including the come from those clients, and so it didn’t carry at all.
He pulled himself out of bed, walking naked into the bathroom. After his teeth were brushed he made his way into the kitchen. Henry was at the stove, dressed in one of his pajama pants and Donghae rubbed his eye before taking a seat at the table.
“Aren’t you just a cheerful morning person,” he commented and Henry snorted, getting out another bowl.
“Oh please. Stop whining. Maybe if you got in before dawn you would know that eleven is hardly ‘morning’.”
Donghae stuck his tongue out and then dug into the food, happy to have something in his stomach. Henry was watching him and Donghae slowed his eating to look at him, realizing that he wanted to talk.
He swallowed and wiped his mouth, deciding to dive right into the bad news. “Did dad call?”
Henry looked away, towards the phone that Donghae only kept around so that way his father’s secretary had some way of leaving all the voicemails his father wanted him to hear. “No. Actually. My friend is coming over.” Donghae glanced at Henry’s shoulders, and if he could he would look at the fingerprints on his hips, but Henry seemed to understand. “Yeah, him.”
Donghae shrugged and continued to eat his food. “Do you want me to threaten him like a good older brother should?”
Henry threw a napkin in his general direction. “Be nice.”
Donghae grinned wide. “I’m always nice. Want me to show you?”
“I’ve seen,” Henry said with a laugh. “Just, be nice to him alright?”
Donghae paused with eating his food for a moment as he tried to put together the right words. He finally decided to just go for it. “Do you like him?”
Henry shrugged. “He was convenient. And nice to me.”
Donghae smiled, and took his plate to the sink, rinsing it off. “Well that’s all that matters to me then. Treating my little brother right.” He walked over to Henry and ruffled his hair, even after he tried to push Donghae’s hand away.
“Stop it.”
Donghae stopped, dropping his hand. “Sorry. So is he coming over soon?”
Henry rolled his eyes and shoved Donghae back to the bathroom. “He’ll probably be here when you get out of the shower.”
Donghae laughed as he took his dismissal with grace. He tried to be quick in the shower, not wanting to leave Henry alone with his friend for too long; this was after all still his apartment, but after he stepped under the warm water he didn’t want to leave. A few moments wouldn’t hurt.
He heard laughter by the time he got out, and he sighed. The man sounded tall and masculine. The bruises told him that though.
He didn’t walk outside until he was dressed in his business attire, the tie in a Windsor knot and even though he had no intention of actually going in, it would leave an impression.
Henry looked up when the door opened and Donghae grinned at the way his eyes widened just a bit. He knew he looked good, but it didn’t hurt to have a bit of appreciation. Henry’s friend slowly turned his head and Donghae couldn’t stop himself from tilting his head to the side. He normally didn’t remember client, but he had just had him last night.
He had to give him credit, he barely blinked at seeing Donghae. Maybe he hadn’t gotten a good look at his face. Donghae broke into a smile as he approached them, putting on his cufflinks. He was going all out.
“So you must be Henry’s friend,” he said. He never thought about it until now, but the tone he used to make casual inquisitions was the same tone he used to seduce.
Henry’s friend, his client, just smiled, dimples showing. “Yes. I’m Choi Siwon. You must be his brother. He’s told me a lot about you.” He held out his hand, standing up and Donghae glanced him over.
He didn’t look much different from last night. He slouched a bit when he stood but that was probably because he wasn’t trying to control Donghae at the moment. Donghae shook his hand and slid his eyes to Henry, who was extending dinner to Donghae.
“No, I actually have plans tonight.” He said, and he looked straight at Siwon as he said that. The way his eyes darkened just a bit was worth the scoff Henry gave.
“Work?” Siwon asked politely, and suddenly it was fun because they were talking in some code that Henry didn’t get. And Donghae didn’t want Henry to understand. Because he didn’t want Henry to ever find out.
“Something like that. But hey, maybe some other time,” he shot an apologetic smile to Henry, who rolled his eyes and made a jerk off motion with his hand behind Siwon’s back. Donghae looked back into Siwon’s eyes and grinned. “I take it you’re staying for awhile?”
“I go back when Henry goes back,” Siwon said, and Donghae realized their hands were still clasped. Henry probably thought it was some big pissing contest, and he would no doubt some text about it the moment he walked out. And he was going to walk out any moment, because if he stayed he would crack.
“Well then, you’ll be seeing a lot of me then.” Donghae finally let go of Siwon’s hand and winked at Henry. “After all, he’s crashing with me.”
It was part invitation, part demand. Henry understood that and he just nodded.
“Sure thing. Here, lemme walk you to the door,” Henry said, gesturing to the door. “Since you’re going out.”
Donghae nodded, and Siwon was polite enough to let the two of them have a moment. He probably figured that Donghae was imparting his advice on the big bad man, and dropping hints that he bought hookers from shady pubs. That was okay, because it was saner than thinking that Donghae had pressed Henry to the door and kissed him hard. Henry was panting when they broke apart and he slowly let his grip from Donghae’s shoulders drop.
He arched his eyebrow, probably waiting for a quip about Siwon but Donghae just leaned in and kissed him again. “Be good,” he finally said when they broke apart.
“I always am.”
Donghae nodded his head, because he was right. He had taught him that. “Don’t wait up.” He didn’t know where he was going to go, definitely not the pub. Maybe he would give Yesung a ring, demand the two of them hang out. He couldn't harass Kyuhyun, couldn’t do that to him. As much as he wanted Kyuhyun to be twisted like he was, he couldn’t do that to another person. Henry was enough.