Use a toothbrush to get to all the hard to reach places
Title: Use a toothbrush to get to all the hard to reach places
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Warning: Cleanfreak!Hyukjae, Donghae with a toothbrush, weirdness
Genre: Crack, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hyukjae wants to get clean and enlists Donghae to help with a rather hard to reach area.
[A/N: /headdesk Idek. Honestly. /)_(\ I’m so sorry. My brain just suddenly vomited this idea and wouldn’t let me go until I wrote it. There. I hope it’s happy now. I’m just… orz /sobs]
Donghae ran a finger along the bristles of the toothbrush he was holding, a rather puzzled yet contemplating look on his face.
The look seemed to suggest that the toothbrush in his hand was something out of the ordinary. But that wasn’t the case. It was just a simple, soft bristle adult toothbrush that you could get from you average drugstore.
What was the out of ordinary part was the task it was about to be used for.
“Are you serious about this, Hyuk?” Donghae asked yet again, the mild incredulity in his voice not fading despite the many times he’d repeated his question.
There was a sigh and Hyukjae poked his head out from the shower. “Yes. I am. Stop asking. I’ve already got out most of your load from inside me but I still feel grimy inside.” The head retracted but not before a comment of disbelief. “Seriously though, how the hell did you shoot so much. There’s still white running out. It’s like you’re a fire engine hose or something.”
Donghae shook his head, wiping off a few droplets of water from his face that Hyukjae had inadvertently flung onto him. The night was still feeling rather surreal. Hyukjae had finally, after months of dancing around each other and teasing, consented to have proper sex with him. It had been everything and more that Donghae had imagined. And when they’d lay back onto the bed, chests heaving, it’d been so perfect up to that point that Donghae actually expected the cock-flaccidifying event of Hyukjae getting up and insisting that Donghae help him get the both of them clean before they went to sleep. He must.
But still. Donghae hadn’t figured Hyukjae’s cleanliness obsession to go that far. Or deep.
“Alright.” Hyukjae pushing back the shower curtain interrupted his thoughts. And then, he watched, with some wide-eyed bemusement when Hyukjae turned around, leaned over and presented his ass to Donghae. “Scrub my asshole.”
It took Donghae copious amounts of self-control not to giggle at the strangeness of the situation and instead squeak out a soft. “Uh. Okay?”
“Just put it right in.” Hyukjae instructed and Donghae, not trusting himself to actually think, just did as Hyukjae instructed and jabbed the toothbrush right in.
Hyukjae’s body tensed immediately, but he didn’t let out a sound. Still, Donghae froze, watching as Hyukjae struggled to relax himself, successfully doing so and let out a breath before saying in a firm voice. “Continue.”
Swallowing, Donghae looked down at the toothbrush in his hand and decided that perhaps the best course of action would be to focus on his task on hand, which was to clean Hyukjae’s asshole. Only, he wouldn’t think of it that way. No, he would think of it like he was cleaning someone’s pipe. Yes, a dirty pipe. Very dirty. There was that one time at this construction themed photoshoot while they had still been teasing each other and Hyukjae and him had sneaked into a dark corner and Hyukjae had shown some interesting things you could do with pip-
No. Bad Donghae. Bad.
But other than that errant thought, focusing on the task seemed to do him wonders. And he was actually beginning to get through this night with his sanity mostly intact when a strange noise from Hyukjae jolted him out of his intense concentration.
He looked up, and promptly froze.
Hyukjae was panting, face pressed against the bathroom wall tiles in an effort to control himself, expression one of intense concentration. His body was taunt, beads of sweat rolling off that toned body of his like pearls of silk, and most delightfully, his cock was nearly fully hard, precum starting to leak from the bobbing head.
“Donghae?” Hyukjae asked, his voice strained, after Donghae had paused a little too long. And an detached part of Donghae’s brain, told him that Hyukjae probably hadn’t opened his eyes because he was concentrating too hard to do so. “Donghae? Why did you sto- hah?!”
The strange half-shout of surprise that came from Hyukjae’s mouth was elicited by Donghae, in a bout of morbid, child-like curiosity, pressing the toothbrush into a certain spot he’d found earlier while fucking Hyukjae. The sound that Hyukjae made was so telling of his bewilderment and so adorable that Donghae’s little friend immediately snapped up to attention, so fast that he actually swayed.
“What the shit? What are you-haaaaaaaaahh? Hah…?! Aaahh… ooh…” Hyukjae moaned when the tickling bristles of the brush began scrubbing at his sensitive walls with renewed vigour, back arching whenever those torturous yet oh so sensual bristles brushed against that sweet spot of his. And Hyukjae would never admit it, but the waves of pleasure made his conscious mind blank out for a while, and he would know not the expletives and urgings that he uttered in the next few months.
“Hah… ah… Donghae? Donghae… ahhhhhhhhhhh… don’t stop… mmph… No… Noooooo… Oh yes! Yes… Oh. Don’t st-top. No, yes… nononono… oh yes! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The next moment Hyukjae came to, Hyukjae was staring up at white splatter on the bathroom ceiling. Blinking, he realized that he was the origin of that splatter.
“Wow. I came pretty hard.” He blinked. Well, he’d just have to clean that up in a bit. But for now, he was pretty happy. His asshole felt extremely clean. Donghae had done a really good job.
He’d turned around to commend Donghae about it, when he stopped short, starting as he realized that Donghae had an extremely gazed look on his face even as he licked his lips, his cock waving around eagerly like a hyperactive bunny. Hyukjae took a step back, even as Donghae took a step forward.
His brain was a little tired from having come so hard. It was the reason why Hyukjae was a second slow in realizing what Donghae was going to do.
“Wait. Nononono. Hae. Don’t you dare. We just got it clean.” Hyukjae took another step back only to find himself pressed to the wall. “Dongha-”
Donghae pounced.
~*~
“I’m all dirty again!” Hyukjae wailed.
But Donghae, haven’t been satisfied for the second time that night, didn’t really half mind. Besides, he’d already known the idiosyncrasies that made up the man he’d just fucked and had accepted them long before. This was a little more than he’d expected, but then again, he did suppose they were made for each other, since he too was sort of weird for getting turned on, rather than off by the strange events that had happened. He couldn’t help but smile a little where his face was pressed in the crook of Hyukjae’s neck.
“I could help you clean again.” Donghae suggested, only to receive a deadly glare.
“Help me clean, my ass. You just want to fuck me again.”
“Damn straight.”
Hyukjae sighed even as Donghae chuckled. “You are so weird.”
“Says the one who got his boyfriend to help clean his asshole with a toothbrush.”
Hyukjae paused, realizing the irony of his statement before sighing. “Well… okay. Fine. I see your point.”
Donghae grinned, “Well, if you let me fuck you again, you will.”
Hyukjae groaned.
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Warning: Cleanfreak!Hyukjae, Donghae with a toothbrush, weirdness
Genre: Crack, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hyukjae wants to get clean and enlists Donghae to help with a rather hard to reach area.
[A/N: /headdesk Idek. Honestly. /)_(\ I’m so sorry. My brain just suddenly vomited this idea and wouldn’t let me go until I wrote it. There. I hope it’s happy now. I’m just… orz /sobs]
Donghae ran a finger along the bristles of the toothbrush he was holding, a rather puzzled yet contemplating look on his face.
The look seemed to suggest that the toothbrush in his hand was something out of the ordinary. But that wasn’t the case. It was just a simple, soft bristle adult toothbrush that you could get from you average drugstore.
What was the out of ordinary part was the task it was about to be used for.
“Are you serious about this, Hyuk?” Donghae asked yet again, the mild incredulity in his voice not fading despite the many times he’d repeated his question.
There was a sigh and Hyukjae poked his head out from the shower. “Yes. I am. Stop asking. I’ve already got out most of your load from inside me but I still feel grimy inside.” The head retracted but not before a comment of disbelief. “Seriously though, how the hell did you shoot so much. There’s still white running out. It’s like you’re a fire engine hose or something.”
Donghae shook his head, wiping off a few droplets of water from his face that Hyukjae had inadvertently flung onto him. The night was still feeling rather surreal. Hyukjae had finally, after months of dancing around each other and teasing, consented to have proper sex with him. It had been everything and more that Donghae had imagined. And when they’d lay back onto the bed, chests heaving, it’d been so perfect up to that point that Donghae actually expected the cock-flaccidifying event of Hyukjae getting up and insisting that Donghae help him get the both of them clean before they went to sleep. He must.
But still. Donghae hadn’t figured Hyukjae’s cleanliness obsession to go that far. Or deep.
“Alright.” Hyukjae pushing back the shower curtain interrupted his thoughts. And then, he watched, with some wide-eyed bemusement when Hyukjae turned around, leaned over and presented his ass to Donghae. “Scrub my asshole.”
It took Donghae copious amounts of self-control not to giggle at the strangeness of the situation and instead squeak out a soft. “Uh. Okay?”
“Just put it right in.” Hyukjae instructed and Donghae, not trusting himself to actually think, just did as Hyukjae instructed and jabbed the toothbrush right in.
Hyukjae’s body tensed immediately, but he didn’t let out a sound. Still, Donghae froze, watching as Hyukjae struggled to relax himself, successfully doing so and let out a breath before saying in a firm voice. “Continue.”
Swallowing, Donghae looked down at the toothbrush in his hand and decided that perhaps the best course of action would be to focus on his task on hand, which was to clean Hyukjae’s asshole. Only, he wouldn’t think of it that way. No, he would think of it like he was cleaning someone’s pipe. Yes, a dirty pipe. Very dirty. There was that one time at this construction themed photoshoot while they had still been teasing each other and Hyukjae and him had sneaked into a dark corner and Hyukjae had shown some interesting things you could do with pip-
No. Bad Donghae. Bad.
But other than that errant thought, focusing on the task seemed to do him wonders. And he was actually beginning to get through this night with his sanity mostly intact when a strange noise from Hyukjae jolted him out of his intense concentration.
He looked up, and promptly froze.
Hyukjae was panting, face pressed against the bathroom wall tiles in an effort to control himself, expression one of intense concentration. His body was taunt, beads of sweat rolling off that toned body of his like pearls of silk, and most delightfully, his cock was nearly fully hard, precum starting to leak from the bobbing head.
“Donghae?” Hyukjae asked, his voice strained, after Donghae had paused a little too long. And an detached part of Donghae’s brain, told him that Hyukjae probably hadn’t opened his eyes because he was concentrating too hard to do so. “Donghae? Why did you sto- hah?!”
The strange half-shout of surprise that came from Hyukjae’s mouth was elicited by Donghae, in a bout of morbid, child-like curiosity, pressing the toothbrush into a certain spot he’d found earlier while fucking Hyukjae. The sound that Hyukjae made was so telling of his bewilderment and so adorable that Donghae’s little friend immediately snapped up to attention, so fast that he actually swayed.
“What the shit? What are you-haaaaaaaaahh? Hah…?! Aaahh… ooh…” Hyukjae moaned when the tickling bristles of the brush began scrubbing at his sensitive walls with renewed vigour, back arching whenever those torturous yet oh so sensual bristles brushed against that sweet spot of his. And Hyukjae would never admit it, but the waves of pleasure made his conscious mind blank out for a while, and he would know not the expletives and urgings that he uttered in the next few months.
“Hah… ah… Donghae? Donghae… ahhhhhhhhhhh… don’t stop… mmph… No… Noooooo… Oh yes! Yes… Oh. Don’t st-top. No, yes… nononono… oh yes! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The next moment Hyukjae came to, Hyukjae was staring up at white splatter on the bathroom ceiling. Blinking, he realized that he was the origin of that splatter.
“Wow. I came pretty hard.” He blinked. Well, he’d just have to clean that up in a bit. But for now, he was pretty happy. His asshole felt extremely clean. Donghae had done a really good job.
He’d turned around to commend Donghae about it, when he stopped short, starting as he realized that Donghae had an extremely gazed look on his face even as he licked his lips, his cock waving around eagerly like a hyperactive bunny. Hyukjae took a step back, even as Donghae took a step forward.
His brain was a little tired from having come so hard. It was the reason why Hyukjae was a second slow in realizing what Donghae was going to do.
“Wait. Nononono. Hae. Don’t you dare. We just got it clean.” Hyukjae took another step back only to find himself pressed to the wall. “Dongha-”
Donghae pounced.
~*~
“I’m all dirty again!” Hyukjae wailed.
But Donghae, haven’t been satisfied for the second time that night, didn’t really half mind. Besides, he’d already known the idiosyncrasies that made up the man he’d just fucked and had accepted them long before. This was a little more than he’d expected, but then again, he did suppose they were made for each other, since he too was sort of weird for getting turned on, rather than off by the strange events that had happened. He couldn’t help but smile a little where his face was pressed in the crook of Hyukjae’s neck.
“I could help you clean again.” Donghae suggested, only to receive a deadly glare.
“Help me clean, my ass. You just want to fuck me again.”
“Damn straight.”
Hyukjae sighed even as Donghae chuckled. “You are so weird.”
“Says the one who got his boyfriend to help clean his asshole with a toothbrush.”
Hyukjae paused, realizing the irony of his statement before sighing. “Well… okay. Fine. I see your point.”
Donghae grinned, “Well, if you let me fuck you again, you will.”
Hyukjae groaned.