if i was you (omg)
You Ain't A Dime, You's A Silver Dollar
Eunhyuk/Donghae, PWP, NC-17, 813 words
Summary: university!au only in that they have sex in an empty classroom. For catskilt, as a "Sorry your week is being difficult. Let's compensate by making Eunhae easy." Here's to a good week, love ♥
You know, most people could only ever dream about what's happening to Hyukjae at the moment.
Or, well, it's possible for it to end up a nightmare, but in this case, Hyukjae thinks it'd be the kind of dream of which he'd wake up wet and aching.
The lights on the high ceiling glare weak from being on for weeks without anyone caring to turn them off, and the grotesque, spotty insulation showing through water damaged panels is enough to convince just how real the whole situation is.
His eyes are heavenward, but all blood and focus is rushed south.
There is nothing fake about the thick swath of tongue curling round his cock's head, licking at just the right hip-jerking spot underneath. Hyukjae only looks down when fingers, a little sweaty, a little too hot, slide down his balls, sneak in his underwear between his legs, and rub with only enough pressure to make him choke on the question he doesn't recall.
His back is pressed uncomfortably against the whiteboard pen tray and he's sure some residue is going to show up on his very white shirt later, but that's a fleeting thought as he comes with frenetic gusto, so swift and thick that Donghae can hardly catch it all in his mouth. Some gets on his nose and ears. And that's when Hyukjae notices Donghae's hand on his own dick, hard and unsatisfied.
They don't have any lube, Hyukjae thinks, but Donghae looks like he needs to come, his gritted smile and eyes that plead.
Hyukjae wipes the white off Donghae's nose and ears and some from his lips, pulling his hand away from Donghae's sneaky tongue. He spreads it all over his fingers, pulls Donghae to stand up with him, against him, and then his wet hand pumps Donghae's cock. First slow, then fast, then slow again, and his other hand rings around Donghae's balls.
"No, that's cheating," he protests, but Hyukjae pulls at the resistance by the cock and Donghae only moans at the tug.
"It's not cheating--if you like it," Hyukjae answers, voice just barely breaking. He's getting hard again, from the pulse beating in his palms.
Donghae's hands are sticky, grasping his sides under his hiked up shirt, and his teeth and tongue tease his earlobe. "Compromise," Donghae huffs, "Let me come - and you can fuck me - next time - in bed."
There might've been a 'please' in there, but Hyukjae is too busy complying to tell, rutting their cocks together so hard, he could feel time warping. Next time. Next time, they'll have lube, Hyukjae promises. It's not slick enough and it burns just a touch too much to ignore.
"Does it hurt?" he asks. "We can--we can--" stop? No, no, he can't, but if Donghae wanted, if Donghae wanted, he would do anything.
Donghae laughs and covers Hyukjae's mouth with his own. His tongues slips in and it's a tangle, it's a dance, a mimicry of their frot below. Hyukjae bucks when Donghae's hands have rearranged themselves, or Donghae's arranged them, one at the back of his neck, tugging them closer together, and the other shoved into the back of his briefs, niggling at his ass. There's even less of a warning than before and Hyukjae comes again, he feels his semen spurt up between them, and Donghae comes even closer, presses their stomachs together, printing mirrored stains on their shirts.
He can't stand the sensations any more and pushes at Donghae's hips, separating their cocks and Donghae whines, a violent keening; Hyukjae knows he's close, but he can't take it any more.
"Here," Hyukjae offers, forcing his jeans down to his knees, "Between--between--" and he gestures haphazardly to his thighs and Donghae understands, thrusts his needy cock there, and thrusts and thrusts and thrusts. Hyukjae squeezes as tight as his muscles allow, undeniably weak; he's probably only still standing because of Donghae bolstering him against the board.
He doesn't relax, even when Donghae groans and stills. He feels a small, powerful gush running down his legs and hears a spatter on the wall behind him. Sees Donghae's eyes cross.
And silence, but for their sharp breathing, mismatched and wild.
Donghae smiles. He probably wants to laugh, pushing off and standing there, having a look at himself all mussed and sexed. Donghae looks exhilarated. He looks exhilarating. Hyukjae would do more, maybe move, but he's bare from hips to knees. His cock looks spent and warm (and to be honest, a little lonely after having seen it so cozy with Donghae's). But it seems appropriate to nothing for them to stay quiet, so Hyukjae laughs for them, knowing his smile widens to his gums and, "How are we going to clean this up?" he asks. Things can't get any realer than this: cleaning up, and Hyukjae knows for sure this isn't just all in his head.
"Hell if I know." Donghae grins.
They figure it out.
---
What led me to have Donghae "gush":
me 10:57 pm
lol
i was thinking squelch, but it's not quite what i'm looking for.
it's my back up
Jen 10:58 pm
can you get round the sound
....
squelch
that's
hm
yes
evocative of many things
lol
me 10:58 pm
yes. but no, i can't
or, i don't want to
lol
the sound is very importante
believe me when i say it's not as hot wo it
even if it's squelch
Jen 11:00 pm
is squirt less objectionable
me 11:03 pm
...
idk.
i don't want it to sound like
*squirt*
that's entirely demasculating
Thank you, Jen, for talking out sex noises with me. Oh, the things I do for porn. And Gem. /dramatic fleeing
Eunhyuk/Donghae, PWP, NC-17, 813 words
Summary: university!au only in that they have sex in an empty classroom. For catskilt, as a "Sorry your week is being difficult. Let's compensate by making Eunhae easy." Here's to a good week, love ♥
You know, most people could only ever dream about what's happening to Hyukjae at the moment.
Or, well, it's possible for it to end up a nightmare, but in this case, Hyukjae thinks it'd be the kind of dream of which he'd wake up wet and aching.
The lights on the high ceiling glare weak from being on for weeks without anyone caring to turn them off, and the grotesque, spotty insulation showing through water damaged panels is enough to convince just how real the whole situation is.
His eyes are heavenward, but all blood and focus is rushed south.
There is nothing fake about the thick swath of tongue curling round his cock's head, licking at just the right hip-jerking spot underneath. Hyukjae only looks down when fingers, a little sweaty, a little too hot, slide down his balls, sneak in his underwear between his legs, and rub with only enough pressure to make him choke on the question he doesn't recall.
His back is pressed uncomfortably against the whiteboard pen tray and he's sure some residue is going to show up on his very white shirt later, but that's a fleeting thought as he comes with frenetic gusto, so swift and thick that Donghae can hardly catch it all in his mouth. Some gets on his nose and ears. And that's when Hyukjae notices Donghae's hand on his own dick, hard and unsatisfied.
They don't have any lube, Hyukjae thinks, but Donghae looks like he needs to come, his gritted smile and eyes that plead.
Hyukjae wipes the white off Donghae's nose and ears and some from his lips, pulling his hand away from Donghae's sneaky tongue. He spreads it all over his fingers, pulls Donghae to stand up with him, against him, and then his wet hand pumps Donghae's cock. First slow, then fast, then slow again, and his other hand rings around Donghae's balls.
"No, that's cheating," he protests, but Hyukjae pulls at the resistance by the cock and Donghae only moans at the tug.
"It's not cheating--if you like it," Hyukjae answers, voice just barely breaking. He's getting hard again, from the pulse beating in his palms.
Donghae's hands are sticky, grasping his sides under his hiked up shirt, and his teeth and tongue tease his earlobe. "Compromise," Donghae huffs, "Let me come - and you can fuck me - next time - in bed."
There might've been a 'please' in there, but Hyukjae is too busy complying to tell, rutting their cocks together so hard, he could feel time warping. Next time. Next time, they'll have lube, Hyukjae promises. It's not slick enough and it burns just a touch too much to ignore.
"Does it hurt?" he asks. "We can--we can--" stop? No, no, he can't, but if Donghae wanted, if Donghae wanted, he would do anything.
Donghae laughs and covers Hyukjae's mouth with his own. His tongues slips in and it's a tangle, it's a dance, a mimicry of their frot below. Hyukjae bucks when Donghae's hands have rearranged themselves, or Donghae's arranged them, one at the back of his neck, tugging them closer together, and the other shoved into the back of his briefs, niggling at his ass. There's even less of a warning than before and Hyukjae comes again, he feels his semen spurt up between them, and Donghae comes even closer, presses their stomachs together, printing mirrored stains on their shirts.
He can't stand the sensations any more and pushes at Donghae's hips, separating their cocks and Donghae whines, a violent keening; Hyukjae knows he's close, but he can't take it any more.
"Here," Hyukjae offers, forcing his jeans down to his knees, "Between--between--" and he gestures haphazardly to his thighs and Donghae understands, thrusts his needy cock there, and thrusts and thrusts and thrusts. Hyukjae squeezes as tight as his muscles allow, undeniably weak; he's probably only still standing because of Donghae bolstering him against the board.
He doesn't relax, even when Donghae groans and stills. He feels a small, powerful gush running down his legs and hears a spatter on the wall behind him. Sees Donghae's eyes cross.
And silence, but for their sharp breathing, mismatched and wild.
Donghae smiles. He probably wants to laugh, pushing off and standing there, having a look at himself all mussed and sexed. Donghae looks exhilarated. He looks exhilarating. Hyukjae would do more, maybe move, but he's bare from hips to knees. His cock looks spent and warm (and to be honest, a little lonely after having seen it so cozy with Donghae's). But it seems appropriate to nothing for them to stay quiet, so Hyukjae laughs for them, knowing his smile widens to his gums and, "How are we going to clean this up?" he asks. Things can't get any realer than this: cleaning up, and Hyukjae knows for sure this isn't just all in his head.
"Hell if I know." Donghae grins.
They figure it out.
---
What led me to have Donghae "gush":
me 10:57 pm
lol
i was thinking squelch, but it's not quite what i'm looking for.
it's my back up
Jen 10:58 pm
can you get round the sound
....
squelch
that's
hm
yes
evocative of many things
lol
me 10:58 pm
yes. but no, i can't
or, i don't want to
lol
the sound is very importante
believe me when i say it's not as hot wo it
even if it's squelch
Jen 11:00 pm
is squirt less objectionable
me 11:03 pm
...
idk.
i don't want it to sound like
*squirt*
that's entirely demasculating
Thank you, Jen, for talking out sex noises with me. Oh, the things I do for porn. And Gem. /dramatic fleeing