twisted logic {theme #43}
Fandom/Pairing; Donghae/Siwon
SJ100FC Theme; #43, Washing Machines
Rating; NC-17? (yeah, i think so)
Summary; Donghae's a good boy, and Siwon's an exceptionally good boy.
A/N; I wrote something else at first, but that didn't work. So I wrote this. I kinda like it, but I probably shouldn't do any more smut today. My brain's gonna wear out, haha.
Word Count; 664
twisted logic
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Donghae is a good boy. He always has been one.
Siwon is an exceptionally good boy, and he was damn sure that it would never change.
“I just want to be fucked,” Those are words that Donghae never expected to pass out of his mouth one hot day while the two of them are attempting to continue their good boy statuses by folding an endless supply of laundry. “Hard.”
Siwon almost drops Heechul’s freshly dried, favorite t-shirt into the washing machine. His heart starts up on a marathon, and it doesn’t seem like he’ll be able to calm himself down for the longest time. He looks at Donghae sideways, but the other man makes no kind of eye contact.
Siwon fights off the sudden urge blooming inside of him to tug Donghae by the sleeve, throw him on the floor, tear off his clothes and fulfill his want. The fact that Siwon even feels the desire come on scares him out of his wits. But he feels the desire below, and he doesn’t know if there’s anything he can do to help it.
Donghae is just as freaked. He’s clutching onto someone’s shirt-he’d recognize it as Eunhyuk’s if his mind weren’t on another topic. He’s trying to figure out why he’d let those words slip out, and why he didn’t keep them locked inside the back of his mind for later when he’s alone in the shower and no one can hear him jerk them away.
Just as soon as Donghae turns to release an apology, there are hands stopping him and lips crashing to mix with teeth and other lips and their tongues are spinning and threading together. Their actions don’t fit each other like perfect puzzle pieces, or other clichéd means of belonging. Their actions clash just enough to make it even hotter when Siwon closes the lid of the washing machine and slams Donghae down on top of it. The shorter male quakes along with the machine and the agitated friction of his body against Siwon’s drives him wild.
Donghae traps Siwon between his legs and lets this exceptionally good boy attack his face and touch nearly every inch of him. It all seems logical to him right now, anyway. He wants to be fucked. He wants it.
Siwon lets go of all logic and runs his thumbs over the nubs on Donghae’s sweating chest, feeling the other man’s rib cage swell with a deep breath as he moans into Siwon’s mouth.
He’s let go of all logic, but something’s nagging him in the back of the mind as he unzips Donghae’s pants. There’s a tiny thread of logic prodding the edges of his skull as his hand dives into Donghae’s boxers and even though he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do, he senses he’s doing something right by the way Donghae responds-by the way he’s rocking his hips out towards Siwon and breathing heavy puffs of hot air into Siwon’s neck.
Siwon can barely believe that one of his hands is wrapped around his friend’s hard member-that this is happening when he’s been such a good boy all his life. But the moans in his ears that are trying to battle with the rumbling of the washing machine drown out his disbeliefs.
Donghae’s cry of release breaks through the grumbling of what’s underneath him, and Siwon prays-how ironic-internally that no one would actually hear him. He collapses against Siwon’s shoulder and just stays there, relying on Siwon to keep him stable.
Siwon doesn’t have to look down at his shirt to know that Donghae spilled all over him. He’ll probably never be able to wear it again without remembering…this.
“We should…probably…wash these…clothes,” Donghae’s voice interrupts his thoughts. His breathing is punctuated and he’s still shaking, even after the machine’s stopped its cycle.
Siwon gulps and tries not to think about how good Donghae looks with flushed skin and sweaty bangs fanning across his forehead. “Um, yeah. Good idea.”
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I posted two fics with smut today. How did I let this happen? Gah, I feel kinda dirty now.
*hides under a rock*
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SJ100FC Theme; #43, Washing Machines
Rating; NC-17? (yeah, i think so)
Summary; Donghae's a good boy, and Siwon's an exceptionally good boy.
A/N; I wrote something else at first, but that didn't work. So I wrote this. I kinda like it, but I probably shouldn't do any more smut today. My brain's gonna wear out, haha.
Word Count; 664
twisted logic
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Donghae is a good boy. He always has been one.
Siwon is an exceptionally good boy, and he was damn sure that it would never change.
“I just want to be fucked,” Those are words that Donghae never expected to pass out of his mouth one hot day while the two of them are attempting to continue their good boy statuses by folding an endless supply of laundry. “Hard.”
Siwon almost drops Heechul’s freshly dried, favorite t-shirt into the washing machine. His heart starts up on a marathon, and it doesn’t seem like he’ll be able to calm himself down for the longest time. He looks at Donghae sideways, but the other man makes no kind of eye contact.
Siwon fights off the sudden urge blooming inside of him to tug Donghae by the sleeve, throw him on the floor, tear off his clothes and fulfill his want. The fact that Siwon even feels the desire come on scares him out of his wits. But he feels the desire below, and he doesn’t know if there’s anything he can do to help it.
Donghae is just as freaked. He’s clutching onto someone’s shirt-he’d recognize it as Eunhyuk’s if his mind weren’t on another topic. He’s trying to figure out why he’d let those words slip out, and why he didn’t keep them locked inside the back of his mind for later when he’s alone in the shower and no one can hear him jerk them away.
Just as soon as Donghae turns to release an apology, there are hands stopping him and lips crashing to mix with teeth and other lips and their tongues are spinning and threading together. Their actions don’t fit each other like perfect puzzle pieces, or other clichéd means of belonging. Their actions clash just enough to make it even hotter when Siwon closes the lid of the washing machine and slams Donghae down on top of it. The shorter male quakes along with the machine and the agitated friction of his body against Siwon’s drives him wild.
Donghae traps Siwon between his legs and lets this exceptionally good boy attack his face and touch nearly every inch of him. It all seems logical to him right now, anyway. He wants to be fucked. He wants it.
Siwon lets go of all logic and runs his thumbs over the nubs on Donghae’s sweating chest, feeling the other man’s rib cage swell with a deep breath as he moans into Siwon’s mouth.
He’s let go of all logic, but something’s nagging him in the back of the mind as he unzips Donghae’s pants. There’s a tiny thread of logic prodding the edges of his skull as his hand dives into Donghae’s boxers and even though he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do, he senses he’s doing something right by the way Donghae responds-by the way he’s rocking his hips out towards Siwon and breathing heavy puffs of hot air into Siwon’s neck.
Siwon can barely believe that one of his hands is wrapped around his friend’s hard member-that this is happening when he’s been such a good boy all his life. But the moans in his ears that are trying to battle with the rumbling of the washing machine drown out his disbeliefs.
Donghae’s cry of release breaks through the grumbling of what’s underneath him, and Siwon prays-how ironic-internally that no one would actually hear him. He collapses against Siwon’s shoulder and just stays there, relying on Siwon to keep him stable.
Siwon doesn’t have to look down at his shirt to know that Donghae spilled all over him. He’ll probably never be able to wear it again without remembering…this.
“We should…probably…wash these…clothes,” Donghae’s voice interrupts his thoughts. His breathing is punctuated and he’s still shaking, even after the machine’s stopped its cycle.
Siwon gulps and tries not to think about how good Donghae looks with flushed skin and sweaty bangs fanning across his forehead. “Um, yeah. Good idea.”
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I posted two fics with smut today. How did I let this happen? Gah, I feel kinda dirty now.
*hides under a rock*
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