Gimme Sympathy (After All This Is Gone)
Gimme Sympathy (After All This Is Gone)
Zhou Mi/Eunhyuk, NC-17, 1408 words
A friend in need is a friend in deed.
A/N: For pregnantcigar who needed HyukMi porn inspired by the Yahoo interview among other very lovely HyukMi pics and made me need it, too, and things like conversations happened and talk about sexually insatiable Hyuk went round and I can't resist large-sexual-appetite!Hyuk and I did it badly but yeah. I will probably go back to edit this but (I've reread this and decided that I can't fix this). I needed to post this asap for fear of my never posting it otherwise. Did not read this over carefully ㅠㅗㅜ Sorry for the lack of... feeling ._.;;;
“Zhou Mi,” Eunhyuk says.
From his wardrobe where he’s rearranging his shirts, Zhou Mi side-eyes him, but keeps smiling. That low, drawn out timbre reverberates boredom and Donghae isn’t around. Zhou Mi doesn’t really know how to deal with any insanity that might happen without his buffer.
Eunhyuk shucks off his shirt and pants at the door, throwing himself face down on Zhou Mi’s bed. “Can you come here please?” he moans into the covers, rubbing himself against it in slow motion.
Oh, Zhou Mi thinks. Donghae isn’t needed after all. “Does this mean you’ll be my shopping buddy tomorrow?” he asks with delight.
The muffled grunt that comes he takes as agreement.
“Hold on,” Zhou Mi says, nearly leaping over to close the door. He’s singing as he strips off his pajamas, laying them carefully over the back of the chair - when he hears Eunhyuk scuffle over, and suddenly, he’s carrying almost 60 kilos of completely naked, absolutely horny man on his back.
“You’re being slow,” Eunhyuk says, rutting against his spine and strangled kitten moans vibrating along his ear and down his neck to his shoulder blades.
“You are just too-fast.” Zhou Mi forgets the actual word he means, but his breath hitches in an odd tempo as Eunhyuk’s legs wrap around his hips, fencing in his cock between calves. He usually lets Zhou Mi give him a hand job to get him into it - something about a cock in his hand he just enjoys a lot - but Eunhyuk’s hands are all over the place, like there isn’t enough contact, isn’t enough skin to explore. Can’t say he minds too much, dick waving a solid hello, but, “Your leg hair tickles,” he complains.
“Your back needs lube,” Eunhyuk retorts and steers him towards the lube drawer that’s ironically just a drawer full of towels.
Not one to hold back credit where it’s due, he moans in admiration of Eunhyuk’s coordination, using one leg to brush under his cock while keeping a rhythm against his back to spread the lube around. He could feel it dribble between them, his shoulders trembling partly from Eunhyuk’s weight but mostly from the lack of proper attention to his little Mi-
Big Mi. Very big, but littler than the rest of his body, of course. And it needs more than just a light sweep of hairy legs.
“Are you going to get me off, too? Or do I need to-”
“I’m b-ahhah-busy.”
“You’re a little selfish, you know that?” he says, all easy and knowing smiles. Nothing unexpected.
“I didn’t come for complaints,” Eunhyuk replies between gasps.
“But you’ll come for me?”
The words are cut too harsh to sound like the joke it’s meant to be, but it doesn’t matter. Zhou Mi pulls the blankets out and climbs into bed, shifting Eunhyuk to sit astride his back at his waist. The extra weight makes thrusting into the cool sheets more tiring than usual, but he doesn’t really care, closing his eyes and feeling, really feeling Eunhyuk’s opposing momentum heating his skin, not enough to burn with the lube slick everywhere. The sheets however are starting to chafe and Eunhyuk’s hands squeezing at his chest and torso only distract him for so long. “Can’t come,” he pants. “Like this-Put your-hands-”
“You can’t come yet,” Eunhyuk says, sounding miffed; the thrusts become as erratic and short as his breaths until there’s a distinct squirt of come. Eunhyuk doesn’t stop the hot rubbing of his cock wherever it can reach nor does he slow the panting behind Zhou Mi’s ear.
The wet slide of lube and come makes him aware, unbearably so, of how much isn’t being applied where it counts. Lavishly.
“Wh-Hey!”
“You just said that I couldn’t come and then got yourself off,” Zhou Mi pouts, turning to toss Eunhyuk into bed, and clambers to gain purchase above him. “That is unfair!”
“What-sss,” Eunhyuk turns away and moans, deep and guttural, into his fist, “un-f-aaair-mmmhah-” Whatever he wants to say to finish off that spew of incoherency gets lost in their frotting cocks, helped along by Zhou Mi’s hand.
For a man splayed out with eyes half closed, his mouth half hanging open, and cock only half hard, Eunhyuk is a whole and total mess. Zhou Mi pauses.
Eunhyuk has been avoiding his face this entire time, not an entirely new development-ironically, it was too intimate to both their tastes. But they’d still look at each other. He recognizes this restlessness, seen it before, and reaches his fingers to press into Eunhyuk’s hole. He pushes and is welcomed in easily. A little too easily.
“Did you do this before you got here?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t enough-AHH!”
Zhou Mi crooks his index and middle fingers inside of him; Eunhyuk bucks and strokes at his cock, gasping for air like he’d drown otherwise.
“You’re... very ready.” He’s forgetting words again.
“My coming in and begging wasn’t signal enough?”
“Was that begging?” Zhou Mi asks, sincerely nonplussed, “Because from what I remember-”
Eunhyuk literally growls, “Make me come now!”
The ‘please’ is inaudible, but Zhou Mi hears it anyhow. “Your wish is my command,” and he drops a kiss to Eunhyuk’s cheek, as goodwill, feeling Eunhyuk tremble and shudder at every instance of movement inside him. Zhou Mi makes an effort not to touch Eunhyuk’s sweet spot, going around it, hovering near it, never touching the little bundle of nerves that would bring him over the edge.
Staccato breaths fill to all the corners of his room, Eunhyuk’s chest rising and falling with the sound. Eunhyuk’s expression says he’s close, so close, one thrust would most likely do him in. Zhou Mi sighs, takes out his fingers - ignoring Eunhyuk’s whinging protests - and places a kiss at his opening, using tongue where fingers had left him bereft and empty.
A sudden thrash of hips drives him away and Eunhyuk comes all over himself, a few spots getting on Zhou Mi’s arm.
“You’re still hard?” he nearly shouts.
Eunhyuk is red in the face, but Zhou Mi can’t tell if it’s from the orgasm, annoyance at the never ending erection, or at him.
“Yes, obviously-just-a, little-a bit-more, just a bit,” he bites out.
“You need me inside, don’t you.”
“Yes-hmm-Do it. Hah-Now,” Eunhyuk says with roughness edging his tone, in that way that’s just beyond want or need and damning the consequences. He’s covered in sweat and come and he’s here and he’s not. His eyes stare past him, to the empty ceiling. Zhou Mi knows this look. It’s not a new look, he also knows and he reaches over into his vanity drawer to grab a condom, rolling it neatly on and applying a good amount of lube. Eunhyuk wraps his arms and legs around him, welcoming him into himself and panting with each inch he’s given until it’s all just wheezing and shuddering and tight clutches and smothering into Zhou Mi’s clavicle, imprints of teeth left behind. This, this is new.
It’s a rush, it’s a floating rush, a seeing-the-heavens-and-sampling-goodness floating rush. It’s relief.
And it’s almost something very close to contentment, when Zhou Mi feels Eunhyuk soften against him, finally. His breaths gradually slow and quiet down until there’s only soft and sleepy huffs. Zhou Mi rolls them to their sides so he doesn’t fall asleep and end up accidentally suffocating Eunhyuk.
The condom is starting to feel uncomfortable, so he pulls away to take it off, but Eunhyuk stops him to do it himself before tugging him back to fit their cocks together. It gets them both a little hard again, but Eunhyuk seems satisfied to just lay there. Zhou Mi can’t help the little smile pulling the corners of his lips, drowsy as he is.
Their arms and legs are tangled around each other; it’s all very still.
“Was it a very bad day?” Zhou Mi asks. “You don’t have to go tomorrow. If you don’t want. Or if there’s no time. Or if I’m-”
“Quiet,” Eunhyuk mumble-whispers, mouth and words stifled by Zhou Mi’s neck. “‘M goin’. T’red now. Le’s sleep.”
Zhou Mi obliges happily.
-
(In the morning, he wakes up to a mouth sucking him and humming for him to get up.
It is evident a good night's sleep had helped Eunhyuk with the selfishness.)
-
I forgot to include sleepy!sex. Might add a coda later on. No promises.
Zhou Mi/Eunhyuk, NC-17, 1408 words
A friend in need is a friend in deed.
A/N: For pregnantcigar who needed HyukMi porn inspired by the Yahoo interview among other very lovely HyukMi pics and made me need it, too, and things like conversations happened and talk about sexually insatiable Hyuk went round and I can't resist large-sexual-appetite!Hyuk and I did it badly but yeah. I will probably go back to edit this but (I've reread this and decided that I can't fix this). I needed to post this asap for fear of my never posting it otherwise. Did not read this over carefully ㅠㅗㅜ Sorry for the lack of... feeling ._.;;;
“Zhou Mi,” Eunhyuk says.
From his wardrobe where he’s rearranging his shirts, Zhou Mi side-eyes him, but keeps smiling. That low, drawn out timbre reverberates boredom and Donghae isn’t around. Zhou Mi doesn’t really know how to deal with any insanity that might happen without his buffer.
Eunhyuk shucks off his shirt and pants at the door, throwing himself face down on Zhou Mi’s bed. “Can you come here please?” he moans into the covers, rubbing himself against it in slow motion.
Oh, Zhou Mi thinks. Donghae isn’t needed after all. “Does this mean you’ll be my shopping buddy tomorrow?” he asks with delight.
The muffled grunt that comes he takes as agreement.
“Hold on,” Zhou Mi says, nearly leaping over to close the door. He’s singing as he strips off his pajamas, laying them carefully over the back of the chair - when he hears Eunhyuk scuffle over, and suddenly, he’s carrying almost 60 kilos of completely naked, absolutely horny man on his back.
“You’re being slow,” Eunhyuk says, rutting against his spine and strangled kitten moans vibrating along his ear and down his neck to his shoulder blades.
“You are just too-fast.” Zhou Mi forgets the actual word he means, but his breath hitches in an odd tempo as Eunhyuk’s legs wrap around his hips, fencing in his cock between calves. He usually lets Zhou Mi give him a hand job to get him into it - something about a cock in his hand he just enjoys a lot - but Eunhyuk’s hands are all over the place, like there isn’t enough contact, isn’t enough skin to explore. Can’t say he minds too much, dick waving a solid hello, but, “Your leg hair tickles,” he complains.
“Your back needs lube,” Eunhyuk retorts and steers him towards the lube drawer that’s ironically just a drawer full of towels.
Not one to hold back credit where it’s due, he moans in admiration of Eunhyuk’s coordination, using one leg to brush under his cock while keeping a rhythm against his back to spread the lube around. He could feel it dribble between them, his shoulders trembling partly from Eunhyuk’s weight but mostly from the lack of proper attention to his little Mi-
Big Mi. Very big, but littler than the rest of his body, of course. And it needs more than just a light sweep of hairy legs.
“Are you going to get me off, too? Or do I need to-”
“I’m b-ahhah-busy.”
“You’re a little selfish, you know that?” he says, all easy and knowing smiles. Nothing unexpected.
“I didn’t come for complaints,” Eunhyuk replies between gasps.
“But you’ll come for me?”
The words are cut too harsh to sound like the joke it’s meant to be, but it doesn’t matter. Zhou Mi pulls the blankets out and climbs into bed, shifting Eunhyuk to sit astride his back at his waist. The extra weight makes thrusting into the cool sheets more tiring than usual, but he doesn’t really care, closing his eyes and feeling, really feeling Eunhyuk’s opposing momentum heating his skin, not enough to burn with the lube slick everywhere. The sheets however are starting to chafe and Eunhyuk’s hands squeezing at his chest and torso only distract him for so long. “Can’t come,” he pants. “Like this-Put your-hands-”
“You can’t come yet,” Eunhyuk says, sounding miffed; the thrusts become as erratic and short as his breaths until there’s a distinct squirt of come. Eunhyuk doesn’t stop the hot rubbing of his cock wherever it can reach nor does he slow the panting behind Zhou Mi’s ear.
The wet slide of lube and come makes him aware, unbearably so, of how much isn’t being applied where it counts. Lavishly.
“Wh-Hey!”
“You just said that I couldn’t come and then got yourself off,” Zhou Mi pouts, turning to toss Eunhyuk into bed, and clambers to gain purchase above him. “That is unfair!”
“What-sss,” Eunhyuk turns away and moans, deep and guttural, into his fist, “un-f-aaair-mmmhah-” Whatever he wants to say to finish off that spew of incoherency gets lost in their frotting cocks, helped along by Zhou Mi’s hand.
For a man splayed out with eyes half closed, his mouth half hanging open, and cock only half hard, Eunhyuk is a whole and total mess. Zhou Mi pauses.
Eunhyuk has been avoiding his face this entire time, not an entirely new development-ironically, it was too intimate to both their tastes. But they’d still look at each other. He recognizes this restlessness, seen it before, and reaches his fingers to press into Eunhyuk’s hole. He pushes and is welcomed in easily. A little too easily.
“Did you do this before you got here?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t enough-AHH!”
Zhou Mi crooks his index and middle fingers inside of him; Eunhyuk bucks and strokes at his cock, gasping for air like he’d drown otherwise.
“You’re... very ready.” He’s forgetting words again.
“My coming in and begging wasn’t signal enough?”
“Was that begging?” Zhou Mi asks, sincerely nonplussed, “Because from what I remember-”
Eunhyuk literally growls, “Make me come now!”
The ‘please’ is inaudible, but Zhou Mi hears it anyhow. “Your wish is my command,” and he drops a kiss to Eunhyuk’s cheek, as goodwill, feeling Eunhyuk tremble and shudder at every instance of movement inside him. Zhou Mi makes an effort not to touch Eunhyuk’s sweet spot, going around it, hovering near it, never touching the little bundle of nerves that would bring him over the edge.
Staccato breaths fill to all the corners of his room, Eunhyuk’s chest rising and falling with the sound. Eunhyuk’s expression says he’s close, so close, one thrust would most likely do him in. Zhou Mi sighs, takes out his fingers - ignoring Eunhyuk’s whinging protests - and places a kiss at his opening, using tongue where fingers had left him bereft and empty.
A sudden thrash of hips drives him away and Eunhyuk comes all over himself, a few spots getting on Zhou Mi’s arm.
“You’re still hard?” he nearly shouts.
Eunhyuk is red in the face, but Zhou Mi can’t tell if it’s from the orgasm, annoyance at the never ending erection, or at him.
“Yes, obviously-just-a, little-a bit-more, just a bit,” he bites out.
“You need me inside, don’t you.”
“Yes-hmm-Do it. Hah-Now,” Eunhyuk says with roughness edging his tone, in that way that’s just beyond want or need and damning the consequences. He’s covered in sweat and come and he’s here and he’s not. His eyes stare past him, to the empty ceiling. Zhou Mi knows this look. It’s not a new look, he also knows and he reaches over into his vanity drawer to grab a condom, rolling it neatly on and applying a good amount of lube. Eunhyuk wraps his arms and legs around him, welcoming him into himself and panting with each inch he’s given until it’s all just wheezing and shuddering and tight clutches and smothering into Zhou Mi’s clavicle, imprints of teeth left behind. This, this is new.
It’s a rush, it’s a floating rush, a seeing-the-heavens-and-sampling-goodness floating rush. It’s relief.
And it’s almost something very close to contentment, when Zhou Mi feels Eunhyuk soften against him, finally. His breaths gradually slow and quiet down until there’s only soft and sleepy huffs. Zhou Mi rolls them to their sides so he doesn’t fall asleep and end up accidentally suffocating Eunhyuk.
The condom is starting to feel uncomfortable, so he pulls away to take it off, but Eunhyuk stops him to do it himself before tugging him back to fit their cocks together. It gets them both a little hard again, but Eunhyuk seems satisfied to just lay there. Zhou Mi can’t help the little smile pulling the corners of his lips, drowsy as he is.
Their arms and legs are tangled around each other; it’s all very still.
“Was it a very bad day?” Zhou Mi asks. “You don’t have to go tomorrow. If you don’t want. Or if there’s no time. Or if I’m-”
“Quiet,” Eunhyuk mumble-whispers, mouth and words stifled by Zhou Mi’s neck. “‘M goin’. T’red now. Le’s sleep.”
Zhou Mi obliges happily.
-
(In the morning, he wakes up to a mouth sucking him and humming for him to get up.
It is evident a good night's sleep had helped Eunhyuk with the selfishness.)
-
I forgot to include sleepy!sex. Might add a coda later on. No promises.