Chaos Theory
Title: Chaos Theory
Pairing: Donghae/Kibum. (Negligible mentions of other pairings.)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1'908
Warning: Explicit sex.
Disclaimer: The characters in this are fictional and any actions and opinions thus thought out and not real.
Summary: Kibum can't remember why he thought that it was a good idea to go clubbing with the members. Alcohol tends to make them disregard any concept of personal space.
Note: Written in response to this prompt.
Chaos Theory
Kibum can’t remember why he thought it was a good idea. He squints thoughtfully at his drink, but the pretense only lasts for a second because he knows he’s not nearly drunk enough to be suffering from memory loss. Which means he probably never thought it was a good idea to go clubbing with the members to begin with and he really should’ve known better than to tag along.
The bass of the currently playing dance track reverberates heavily in his ribcage, making him feel as if some invisible person was trying CPR on him. Swishing a sip of his drink around in his mouth, Kibum ponders his situation and thinks that maybe he should just go home. If he was lucky, the members weren’t drunk enough yet to notice when he disappeared. He shudders at the memory of their last drunken evening and everyone’s sudden need to drape themselves over him and whine about his aloofness.
Deciding that escaping before they find him would be in his best interest, Kibum sweeps his eyes over the room and tries to spot the other members. There is Kyuhyun, locked in a drinking competition with Youngwoon that seems to involve taking shots straight from the other’s mouth. Apparently Donghee is the designated referee, but he is being distracted by a hysterically giggling Jungsu who looks as if he’s simultaneously trying to take off his shirt and hug Donghee. Blinking at the spectacle, Kibum deems them preoccupied for at least another half hour and looks for the others.
A few feet down, oblivious to the harsh thumping of the bass, Jongwoon has Ryeowook in a backhug, dragging the younger man around to a slow dance that ignores the screaming music and involves long moments of drunken swaying. At a table not far from them, Heechul is languidly reclining in a chair, wearing a leer and not keeping his hands to himself as Hankyung is gracefully moving over his lap, brushing and grinding. To their left, Sungmin’s jeans are stretching around his bulging thighs as he shimmies up from his crouch, his backside pressed snugly against Siwon’s front. Siwon looks as if he’s being issued a personal invitation to heaven as Sungmin grinds against him with smooth twists of his hips. Hyukjae is slumped to the floor against a wall next to them, wearing a blissed-out grin that Kibum pointedly overlooks.
Counting slowly against the haze in his head, Kibum realizes he’s missing one and he’s about to make a stealthy move towards the door before Donghae can find him when he gets a lapful of flailing limbs. Thrown off balance, Kibum instinctively scrambles for a hold and hugs back-which really isn’t the smartest thing to do-but thankfully his stool only tilts back a few centimeters before it’s stopped by the solid wood of the bar.
His heart is still pumping with shock when the flailing stops and Donghae’s grinning face emerges from the general area of his chest. His hyung’s hair is disheveled and his shirt halfway unbuttoned, but judging from the slight sheen of sweat on what can be seen of his skin, alcohol is already giving him a surge of heat. Kibum sighs.
Donghae doesn’t seem to hear him because he gestures wildly with the bottle in his hand and sways slightly. “Kibummie!” he says loudly, sounding a little whiny. “I’ve been looking for you! All-“ his tongue stumbles over the word, “all over!” He emphasizes his words with a nod that almost throws him off balance again, but catches himself against the bar. With a squinty look at the bottle, he pokes his tongue out in concentration and clonks it down on the counter with a jerky movement, smiling triumphantly.
“Well, you found me,” Kibum answers dryly. He gives his nearly empty glass a speculative glance. Although things are a bit fuzzy, he’s not nearly drunk enough to deal with a drunken Donghae.
As if to underline that thought, Donghae’s warm breath suddenly brushes his cheek as his sweaty hyung pushes against his side in a blatant disregard of personal space. “Kibummie,” he whines again and nudges his nose against Kibum’s temple. “Kibummie, why are you all the way over here? Aren’t you lonely?”
Trying to ignore the heat of Donghae’s body pressed right against him, Kibum sways in his seat but can’t bring himself to push the other away. “I’m fine, hyung,” he replies and keeps his eyes on his knees, avoiding a close-up view of Donghae’s collarbones.
Either Donghae doesn’t hear him or he’s not convinced because he doesn’t move an inch. Instead, he curls one warm, heavy arm around Kibum’s shoulders and pulls him against his chest. “I bet-I bet you’re lonely, Kibummie,” he slurs affectionately, “but don’t worry! I’ll stay here with you so you’re not lonely anymore!” The earnestness of his declaration is slightly ruined by the hiccup that follows.
Kibum can’t suppress a fond grin. Trust Donghae to find a sound reason to plaster himself to someone’s side. Feeling gracious and selfless, Kibum ignores the way his blood has started rushing with Donghae’s proximity and pats the hand on his shoulder. “Really, hyung, I’m fine. Go and find Hyukjae-hyung, he might be lonely.”
Donghae shakes his head. “Don’t lie, Kibummie,” he murmurs into Kibum’s hair, his warm breath sending a shiver down Kibum’s spine. “You can tell me stuff, you know?”
The words give Kibum a little fuzzy twinge, but he’s really getting too hot and a little uncomfortable in his jeans and needs Donghae to move, so he pushes lightly against the other’s shoulder and says, “Really, I’m not-“
Donghae’s hand landing heavily on his knee stills him, and he looks up to find his hyung gazing at him with earnest brown eyes. “I’ll stay.” Donghae sways slightly from side to side and only the arm around Kibum’s shoulders seems to keep him from stumbling.
All the resolve drains out of Kibum, but before he can say anything, a grin forms on Donghae’s face and he slowly starts to slide his hand up Kibum’s thigh.
Clapping his hand over Donghae’s to stop him, Kibum takes a deep breath to stay calm. “Hyung, what are you doing?” His voice comes out raspy and he’s annoyed at himself for it because Donghae is drunk and everyone knows he tends to uncaringly prance over every invisible line in existence when you give him enough leeway in that state.
But Donghae’s eyes are strangely clear as he stares knowingly at Kibum, and there is a suggestive tilt to his grin that makes Kibum swallow and his hand go slack. Donghae’s hand firmly continues its ascend up Kibum’s thigh and his other hand slips down the collar of Kibum’s shirt, brushing the back of his neck. Kibum takes another calming breath, slightly embarrassed that he is so turned on when Donghae has barely touched him. That’s when Donghae pushes his hips forward against Kibum’s thigh, pressing his hard cock against him, and cups his hand around Kibum’s crotch.
Kibum exhales in a shudder, which causes Donghae to give him a smug look as he gives a firm squeeze. “Do you like that, Kibummie?” he slurs, his lips brushing Kibum’s ear and the groan Kibum is suppressing rips out when Donghae’s tongue suddenly draws along the shell.
Slipping a hand under the hem of Donghae’s shirt, Kibum roughly rakes his nails down his hyung’s sweaty back, feeling a little light-headed from the mixture of alcohol and Donghae’s hand lazily stroking him through his jeans. Donghae laughs in his ear, a husky and breathless version of his usual drunken giggle, and when Kibum grabs the back of Donghae’s jeans and pulls him forward into his thigh, Donghae’s voice hitches and he murmurs a whiny “Kibummie” against his skin.
Kibum is painfully hard against his pants now, but he is distracted by the way Donghae has started to grind himself against his leg, needy and selfish in his drunken state, leaning heavily on his dongsaeng and panting against his neck. When he shifts in his seat, Kibum catches a glimpse of Donghae’s face-his eyes clenched shut and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat-and before he knows it, Kibum is opening Donghae’s pants and shoves a hand down his underwear to curl around his cock.
He watches Donghae’s face scrunch up in pleasure, his mouth open in a silent groan, and jerks with an almost painful answering jolt of pleasure in his groin. He feels almost voyeuristic as he starts to move his hand in slow, firm strokes, gathering slickness from the head of Donghae’s cock, and watches as his hyung bites down on his lip, his nostrils fluttering with a shuddering inhale. “Like that,” he mutters in a slurred rasp, “just like that, mmh-“ Donghae’s moan is quiet and drawn-out, leaving Kibum tingling with the sound as he jerks his hand.
Donghae’s eyebrows knot together, lines of pleasure-pain creasing his forehead, and a flush starting to visibly color his cheeks. Kibum sees his jaw muscles jump when he clenches his teeth and the bobbing of his adam’s apple when he swallows before groaning again, low and needy. When Kibum quickens his strokes, brushes his thumb over the head or his fingers over his hyung’s balls, he feels Donghae thrust up into his hand, and watches him slowly coil tighter and tighter, and then unravel with jerking hips and violent shudders, his head thrown back and his eyes clenched shut.
Kibum himself is panting and feeling as if he just came down from a high when Donghae leans into him heavily, his forehead resting against his neck, and Kibum is wound so tightly that he groans rather loudly when Donghae’s hand presses into him again. He can almost taste the next moan on his tongue, just by imagining Donghae’s hand down his pants and his mouth against his neck, and he’s so preoccupied with the thought that it takes him a moment to notice that his hyung has sagged completely against him and the hand fingering his crotch just a second ago is now dangling limply between his legs.
Blinking down at the top of Donghae’s head, Kibum realizes that his hyung has fallen into a drunken sleep, sticky underwear and open pants and all. The shocked disbelief is enough to wash the worst of the sex-induced haze out of his brain, and after a few seconds of gaping, Kibum is frustrated enough to shove Donghae off. Donghae is heavy, though, and before Kibum has his grip adjusted to try again, Donghae shifts to sling his arms around his dongsaeng’s waist, pressing his sweaty self against him. “Kibummie,” he murmurs drowsily, “you’re my favorite dongsaeng, you know?”
Kibum glances down at his hyung’s face, no trace of suggestive smirks left, and sighs as he allows Donghae to press close, all warm, heavy limbs and content smiles. “I know, hyung. You’re my favorite, too.” He gives Donghae’s soft hair a pat.
A snicker comes from somewhere to his left and Kibum takes a deep breath to retain his mellow mood before he turns his head.
Heechul smirks at him from Hankyung’s side. “How touching, Kibummie. I see even you get mushy with a little alcohol.” Looking way too pleased with the knowledge, Heechul gives him another devious grin and lazily brushes his knuckles over Hankyung’s jawline. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”
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A/N: This was a spur-of-the-moment thing that came about because I was browsing through the fic prompts over at kpopfickink, so for those of my f-list who don't like Kihae--don't worry! I think this is a one-time flirt with this particular pairing. I think they're cute but I don't get enough ~feelings~ from them to want to write them more. ^^
And Jinli: I know this isn't what you were thinking when I said in my e-mail that I was writing. And I promise that this isn't the only thing I was working on. ♥
Pairing: Donghae/Kibum. (Negligible mentions of other pairings.)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1'908
Warning: Explicit sex.
Disclaimer: The characters in this are fictional and any actions and opinions thus thought out and not real.
Summary: Kibum can't remember why he thought that it was a good idea to go clubbing with the members. Alcohol tends to make them disregard any concept of personal space.
Note: Written in response to this prompt.
Chaos Theory
Kibum can’t remember why he thought it was a good idea. He squints thoughtfully at his drink, but the pretense only lasts for a second because he knows he’s not nearly drunk enough to be suffering from memory loss. Which means he probably never thought it was a good idea to go clubbing with the members to begin with and he really should’ve known better than to tag along.
The bass of the currently playing dance track reverberates heavily in his ribcage, making him feel as if some invisible person was trying CPR on him. Swishing a sip of his drink around in his mouth, Kibum ponders his situation and thinks that maybe he should just go home. If he was lucky, the members weren’t drunk enough yet to notice when he disappeared. He shudders at the memory of their last drunken evening and everyone’s sudden need to drape themselves over him and whine about his aloofness.
Deciding that escaping before they find him would be in his best interest, Kibum sweeps his eyes over the room and tries to spot the other members. There is Kyuhyun, locked in a drinking competition with Youngwoon that seems to involve taking shots straight from the other’s mouth. Apparently Donghee is the designated referee, but he is being distracted by a hysterically giggling Jungsu who looks as if he’s simultaneously trying to take off his shirt and hug Donghee. Blinking at the spectacle, Kibum deems them preoccupied for at least another half hour and looks for the others.
A few feet down, oblivious to the harsh thumping of the bass, Jongwoon has Ryeowook in a backhug, dragging the younger man around to a slow dance that ignores the screaming music and involves long moments of drunken swaying. At a table not far from them, Heechul is languidly reclining in a chair, wearing a leer and not keeping his hands to himself as Hankyung is gracefully moving over his lap, brushing and grinding. To their left, Sungmin’s jeans are stretching around his bulging thighs as he shimmies up from his crouch, his backside pressed snugly against Siwon’s front. Siwon looks as if he’s being issued a personal invitation to heaven as Sungmin grinds against him with smooth twists of his hips. Hyukjae is slumped to the floor against a wall next to them, wearing a blissed-out grin that Kibum pointedly overlooks.
Counting slowly against the haze in his head, Kibum realizes he’s missing one and he’s about to make a stealthy move towards the door before Donghae can find him when he gets a lapful of flailing limbs. Thrown off balance, Kibum instinctively scrambles for a hold and hugs back-which really isn’t the smartest thing to do-but thankfully his stool only tilts back a few centimeters before it’s stopped by the solid wood of the bar.
His heart is still pumping with shock when the flailing stops and Donghae’s grinning face emerges from the general area of his chest. His hyung’s hair is disheveled and his shirt halfway unbuttoned, but judging from the slight sheen of sweat on what can be seen of his skin, alcohol is already giving him a surge of heat. Kibum sighs.
Donghae doesn’t seem to hear him because he gestures wildly with the bottle in his hand and sways slightly. “Kibummie!” he says loudly, sounding a little whiny. “I’ve been looking for you! All-“ his tongue stumbles over the word, “all over!” He emphasizes his words with a nod that almost throws him off balance again, but catches himself against the bar. With a squinty look at the bottle, he pokes his tongue out in concentration and clonks it down on the counter with a jerky movement, smiling triumphantly.
“Well, you found me,” Kibum answers dryly. He gives his nearly empty glass a speculative glance. Although things are a bit fuzzy, he’s not nearly drunk enough to deal with a drunken Donghae.
As if to underline that thought, Donghae’s warm breath suddenly brushes his cheek as his sweaty hyung pushes against his side in a blatant disregard of personal space. “Kibummie,” he whines again and nudges his nose against Kibum’s temple. “Kibummie, why are you all the way over here? Aren’t you lonely?”
Trying to ignore the heat of Donghae’s body pressed right against him, Kibum sways in his seat but can’t bring himself to push the other away. “I’m fine, hyung,” he replies and keeps his eyes on his knees, avoiding a close-up view of Donghae’s collarbones.
Either Donghae doesn’t hear him or he’s not convinced because he doesn’t move an inch. Instead, he curls one warm, heavy arm around Kibum’s shoulders and pulls him against his chest. “I bet-I bet you’re lonely, Kibummie,” he slurs affectionately, “but don’t worry! I’ll stay here with you so you’re not lonely anymore!” The earnestness of his declaration is slightly ruined by the hiccup that follows.
Kibum can’t suppress a fond grin. Trust Donghae to find a sound reason to plaster himself to someone’s side. Feeling gracious and selfless, Kibum ignores the way his blood has started rushing with Donghae’s proximity and pats the hand on his shoulder. “Really, hyung, I’m fine. Go and find Hyukjae-hyung, he might be lonely.”
Donghae shakes his head. “Don’t lie, Kibummie,” he murmurs into Kibum’s hair, his warm breath sending a shiver down Kibum’s spine. “You can tell me stuff, you know?”
The words give Kibum a little fuzzy twinge, but he’s really getting too hot and a little uncomfortable in his jeans and needs Donghae to move, so he pushes lightly against the other’s shoulder and says, “Really, I’m not-“
Donghae’s hand landing heavily on his knee stills him, and he looks up to find his hyung gazing at him with earnest brown eyes. “I’ll stay.” Donghae sways slightly from side to side and only the arm around Kibum’s shoulders seems to keep him from stumbling.
All the resolve drains out of Kibum, but before he can say anything, a grin forms on Donghae’s face and he slowly starts to slide his hand up Kibum’s thigh.
Clapping his hand over Donghae’s to stop him, Kibum takes a deep breath to stay calm. “Hyung, what are you doing?” His voice comes out raspy and he’s annoyed at himself for it because Donghae is drunk and everyone knows he tends to uncaringly prance over every invisible line in existence when you give him enough leeway in that state.
But Donghae’s eyes are strangely clear as he stares knowingly at Kibum, and there is a suggestive tilt to his grin that makes Kibum swallow and his hand go slack. Donghae’s hand firmly continues its ascend up Kibum’s thigh and his other hand slips down the collar of Kibum’s shirt, brushing the back of his neck. Kibum takes another calming breath, slightly embarrassed that he is so turned on when Donghae has barely touched him. That’s when Donghae pushes his hips forward against Kibum’s thigh, pressing his hard cock against him, and cups his hand around Kibum’s crotch.
Kibum exhales in a shudder, which causes Donghae to give him a smug look as he gives a firm squeeze. “Do you like that, Kibummie?” he slurs, his lips brushing Kibum’s ear and the groan Kibum is suppressing rips out when Donghae’s tongue suddenly draws along the shell.
Slipping a hand under the hem of Donghae’s shirt, Kibum roughly rakes his nails down his hyung’s sweaty back, feeling a little light-headed from the mixture of alcohol and Donghae’s hand lazily stroking him through his jeans. Donghae laughs in his ear, a husky and breathless version of his usual drunken giggle, and when Kibum grabs the back of Donghae’s jeans and pulls him forward into his thigh, Donghae’s voice hitches and he murmurs a whiny “Kibummie” against his skin.
Kibum is painfully hard against his pants now, but he is distracted by the way Donghae has started to grind himself against his leg, needy and selfish in his drunken state, leaning heavily on his dongsaeng and panting against his neck. When he shifts in his seat, Kibum catches a glimpse of Donghae’s face-his eyes clenched shut and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat-and before he knows it, Kibum is opening Donghae’s pants and shoves a hand down his underwear to curl around his cock.
He watches Donghae’s face scrunch up in pleasure, his mouth open in a silent groan, and jerks with an almost painful answering jolt of pleasure in his groin. He feels almost voyeuristic as he starts to move his hand in slow, firm strokes, gathering slickness from the head of Donghae’s cock, and watches as his hyung bites down on his lip, his nostrils fluttering with a shuddering inhale. “Like that,” he mutters in a slurred rasp, “just like that, mmh-“ Donghae’s moan is quiet and drawn-out, leaving Kibum tingling with the sound as he jerks his hand.
Donghae’s eyebrows knot together, lines of pleasure-pain creasing his forehead, and a flush starting to visibly color his cheeks. Kibum sees his jaw muscles jump when he clenches his teeth and the bobbing of his adam’s apple when he swallows before groaning again, low and needy. When Kibum quickens his strokes, brushes his thumb over the head or his fingers over his hyung’s balls, he feels Donghae thrust up into his hand, and watches him slowly coil tighter and tighter, and then unravel with jerking hips and violent shudders, his head thrown back and his eyes clenched shut.
Kibum himself is panting and feeling as if he just came down from a high when Donghae leans into him heavily, his forehead resting against his neck, and Kibum is wound so tightly that he groans rather loudly when Donghae’s hand presses into him again. He can almost taste the next moan on his tongue, just by imagining Donghae’s hand down his pants and his mouth against his neck, and he’s so preoccupied with the thought that it takes him a moment to notice that his hyung has sagged completely against him and the hand fingering his crotch just a second ago is now dangling limply between his legs.
Blinking down at the top of Donghae’s head, Kibum realizes that his hyung has fallen into a drunken sleep, sticky underwear and open pants and all. The shocked disbelief is enough to wash the worst of the sex-induced haze out of his brain, and after a few seconds of gaping, Kibum is frustrated enough to shove Donghae off. Donghae is heavy, though, and before Kibum has his grip adjusted to try again, Donghae shifts to sling his arms around his dongsaeng’s waist, pressing his sweaty self against him. “Kibummie,” he murmurs drowsily, “you’re my favorite dongsaeng, you know?”
Kibum glances down at his hyung’s face, no trace of suggestive smirks left, and sighs as he allows Donghae to press close, all warm, heavy limbs and content smiles. “I know, hyung. You’re my favorite, too.” He gives Donghae’s soft hair a pat.
A snicker comes from somewhere to his left and Kibum takes a deep breath to retain his mellow mood before he turns his head.
Heechul smirks at him from Hankyung’s side. “How touching, Kibummie. I see even you get mushy with a little alcohol.” Looking way too pleased with the knowledge, Heechul gives him another devious grin and lazily brushes his knuckles over Hankyung’s jawline. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”
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A/N: This was a spur-of-the-moment thing that came about because I was browsing through the fic prompts over at kpopfickink, so for those of my f-list who don't like Kihae--don't worry! I think this is a one-time flirt with this particular pairing. I think they're cute but I don't get enough ~feelings~ from them to want to write them more. ^^
And Jinli: I know this isn't what you were thinking when I said in my e-mail that I was writing. And I promise that this isn't the only thing I was working on. ♥