[Quicksand]
Title: Quicksand
Pairing: implied Hankyung x Eunhyuk, implied Donghae x Sungmin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance & Sensuality
Summary: Hankyung sets his eyes on a gleaming silver dancer after being dragged to the dance club by Sungmin.
A/N: Listened to Cascada's "Evacuate the Dancefloor" and I immediatetly thought of Han and Hyuk dancing. Somehow, my bias worked his way in, hence the Hanmin roommates and Haemin. I thought this would have turned out better, but I'm okay with it, seeing as I don't write either Han or Hyuk often. Comments are very much <3'd. Tell me what you think!!
The pulsating music boomed loudly, radiating in all degrees from the speakers scattered in the club. Bright, flashing spotlights rotated circular patterns, weaving decorative patterns in the midst of fumbling feet, groping hands and grinding bodies.
Most of them were amateurs, either stoned or drunk as they swaggered their bodies, letting the vibrant pulses of excitement guide their body. Glassy, dilated pupils were more than enough evidence to identify illegal substances flowing through their veins. Hankyung took another sip of his Silverado, the stingy Vodka mixing with the hovering sweetness of orange juice in his throat. He wasn’t particularly in the mood tonight, and if Sungmin hadn’t insisted on him accompanying him, he probably would have stayed in their home, curled up in a blanket watching a romance film.
Hankyung scanned the dance floor for Sungmin, chuckling when he saw his younger friend grinding against the same attractive boy from last Sunday. Probably the reason for Sungmin's demanding snarl when he literally dragged Hankyung out of their shared apartment, insisting on a break from school. Sungmin’s light pink jacket oddly complimented the boy’s light blue blazer, the pastel shades of both colours making them shine in the light, beads of sweat dripped off their once styled hair. Hankyung suddenly caught a flutter of silver in the corner of his eyes and followed the wisp, entranced.
His dancing, fluid popping and graceful strokes, lured him in, quicksand drawing in his eyes that landed on his body, studying his movements. The more you tried ripping your eyes from him, the faster you sunk into his grasps, helpless in his presence. His silver vest and light grey, tight fitting jeans flowed naturally like liquid silver, meshing with the music as one.
“You know, they don’t name this place Quicksand for nothing. The floor sucks you in, handsome. ” The dancer grabbed Hankyung’s wrist, helping him put down his empty glass beside the light pink fizzes of Sungmin's Raspberry Release, and guided him towards the center of the floor. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been staring at me all night.”
“You dance well.” Hankyung complimented as they walked past Sungmin, who began making out with the boy, hands fumbling as they slowly retracted to the walls of the club. The other boy was dominant and rough, pushing away people in order to reach their destination. The man spun around and stared deep into his eyes, stripping Hankyung’s eyes from Sungmin and back onto him.
“I get that a lot.” Hankyung swore he saw a smirk on the man’s face as a brief purple spotlight illuminated them on the dance floor. “People are usually speechless after we dance, though.”
The man pulled the collar of his leather jacket and closed the distance between their bodies. The screaming pulses of the techno music radiated inside the club, constructive frequencies merging together to create new levels of music and dance alike.
The man swerved his body around Hankyung’s, hands roaming towards his front and within seconds, Hankyung had no idea how his jacket was stripped from his body. The man slipped his left arm into the right sleeve, letting the jacket hang low as his feet floated across the floor in swift and precise motions.
Their bodies collided together again, friction hot and raw between the two masses as they moved as one with the music. Hankyung considered himself a pretty good dancer, but this man was surreal, almost legendary, with his movements.
A hand grazed towards his cheek, holding it in place, and Hankyung instinctively shunned away momentarily before a finger brushed against his lip, drawing a seductive trail. And yet the man never stopped dancing, his limbs flowing in impossible motions before he looked down, concentrating on his footwork.
Moments later, a foot wedged between Hankyung’s leg, and a force nearly toppled him over before a hand held his back, and pushed him back up, all occurring within seconds. Hankyung looked at the man, who looked innocent save for the glint in his eyes. The motion locked their bodies together, and the lucid beats thrived for more friction, and they both did that.
As the notes collided into climax, they were grinding against one another, firing off brilliant explosions that numbed their senses. Suddenly Hankyung was facing him again, the drowning lull of the music peaked and the man grazed their lips together, slowly at first as their warm lips caressed each other in a delicate smother as the music died down, recuperating and preparing for the next song.
Hankyung felt a hand steady the back of his neck and intensified the kiss, mashing tongue and teeth alike. The dance floor around them blurred into vibrant hues of dark purple and neon green. His lips were intoxicating, addicting, and his tongue almost vengeful as they fought passionately for dominance.
Hankyung grabbed onto the other loop of his jacket, holding it up as he pushed the man towards the sides, the intro beats of the next song already booming in his ears. He felt the other tongue linger over his teeth, pressing against his canines before everything disappeared. He whimpered when cold air met his mouth, the kiss severed once they reached the wall for support.
“Not only are you a good dancer.” The man brushed his lips, wiping off a bit of saliva in the process, “You’re a pretty good kisser.”
Hankyung parted his lips to protest, but incoherent words were drowned by overwhelming sensations. He was lost for words, his mouth still savoring the kiss.
“Told you I leave people speechless.” The man was cocked his head and parted his lips, a not so subtle underlying invitation. Hankyung gladly accepted, and their mouths collided in a reunion, pressing against the dancer the wall. Hankyung's left hand held onto his right, pushing it high above their body while the other two limbs united below their waist as they devoured one another. The music blared endlessly in the background, and neither Hankyung nor the man gave a damn.
Pairing: implied Hankyung x Eunhyuk, implied Donghae x Sungmin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance & Sensuality
Summary: Hankyung sets his eyes on a gleaming silver dancer after being dragged to the dance club by Sungmin.
A/N: Listened to Cascada's "Evacuate the Dancefloor" and I immediatetly thought of Han and Hyuk dancing. Somehow, my bias worked his way in, hence the Hanmin roommates and Haemin. I thought this would have turned out better, but I'm okay with it, seeing as I don't write either Han or Hyuk often. Comments are very much <3'd. Tell me what you think!!
The pulsating music boomed loudly, radiating in all degrees from the speakers scattered in the club. Bright, flashing spotlights rotated circular patterns, weaving decorative patterns in the midst of fumbling feet, groping hands and grinding bodies.
Most of them were amateurs, either stoned or drunk as they swaggered their bodies, letting the vibrant pulses of excitement guide their body. Glassy, dilated pupils were more than enough evidence to identify illegal substances flowing through their veins. Hankyung took another sip of his Silverado, the stingy Vodka mixing with the hovering sweetness of orange juice in his throat. He wasn’t particularly in the mood tonight, and if Sungmin hadn’t insisted on him accompanying him, he probably would have stayed in their home, curled up in a blanket watching a romance film.
Hankyung scanned the dance floor for Sungmin, chuckling when he saw his younger friend grinding against the same attractive boy from last Sunday. Probably the reason for Sungmin's demanding snarl when he literally dragged Hankyung out of their shared apartment, insisting on a break from school. Sungmin’s light pink jacket oddly complimented the boy’s light blue blazer, the pastel shades of both colours making them shine in the light, beads of sweat dripped off their once styled hair. Hankyung suddenly caught a flutter of silver in the corner of his eyes and followed the wisp, entranced.
His dancing, fluid popping and graceful strokes, lured him in, quicksand drawing in his eyes that landed on his body, studying his movements. The more you tried ripping your eyes from him, the faster you sunk into his grasps, helpless in his presence. His silver vest and light grey, tight fitting jeans flowed naturally like liquid silver, meshing with the music as one.
“You know, they don’t name this place Quicksand for nothing. The floor sucks you in, handsome. ” The dancer grabbed Hankyung’s wrist, helping him put down his empty glass beside the light pink fizzes of Sungmin's Raspberry Release, and guided him towards the center of the floor. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been staring at me all night.”
“You dance well.” Hankyung complimented as they walked past Sungmin, who began making out with the boy, hands fumbling as they slowly retracted to the walls of the club. The other boy was dominant and rough, pushing away people in order to reach their destination. The man spun around and stared deep into his eyes, stripping Hankyung’s eyes from Sungmin and back onto him.
“I get that a lot.” Hankyung swore he saw a smirk on the man’s face as a brief purple spotlight illuminated them on the dance floor. “People are usually speechless after we dance, though.”
The man pulled the collar of his leather jacket and closed the distance between their bodies. The screaming pulses of the techno music radiated inside the club, constructive frequencies merging together to create new levels of music and dance alike.
The man swerved his body around Hankyung’s, hands roaming towards his front and within seconds, Hankyung had no idea how his jacket was stripped from his body. The man slipped his left arm into the right sleeve, letting the jacket hang low as his feet floated across the floor in swift and precise motions.
Their bodies collided together again, friction hot and raw between the two masses as they moved as one with the music. Hankyung considered himself a pretty good dancer, but this man was surreal, almost legendary, with his movements.
A hand grazed towards his cheek, holding it in place, and Hankyung instinctively shunned away momentarily before a finger brushed against his lip, drawing a seductive trail. And yet the man never stopped dancing, his limbs flowing in impossible motions before he looked down, concentrating on his footwork.
Moments later, a foot wedged between Hankyung’s leg, and a force nearly toppled him over before a hand held his back, and pushed him back up, all occurring within seconds. Hankyung looked at the man, who looked innocent save for the glint in his eyes. The motion locked their bodies together, and the lucid beats thrived for more friction, and they both did that.
As the notes collided into climax, they were grinding against one another, firing off brilliant explosions that numbed their senses. Suddenly Hankyung was facing him again, the drowning lull of the music peaked and the man grazed their lips together, slowly at first as their warm lips caressed each other in a delicate smother as the music died down, recuperating and preparing for the next song.
Hankyung felt a hand steady the back of his neck and intensified the kiss, mashing tongue and teeth alike. The dance floor around them blurred into vibrant hues of dark purple and neon green. His lips were intoxicating, addicting, and his tongue almost vengeful as they fought passionately for dominance.
Hankyung grabbed onto the other loop of his jacket, holding it up as he pushed the man towards the sides, the intro beats of the next song already booming in his ears. He felt the other tongue linger over his teeth, pressing against his canines before everything disappeared. He whimpered when cold air met his mouth, the kiss severed once they reached the wall for support.
“Not only are you a good dancer.” The man brushed his lips, wiping off a bit of saliva in the process, “You’re a pretty good kisser.”
Hankyung parted his lips to protest, but incoherent words were drowned by overwhelming sensations. He was lost for words, his mouth still savoring the kiss.
“Told you I leave people speechless.” The man was cocked his head and parted his lips, a not so subtle underlying invitation. Hankyung gladly accepted, and their mouths collided in a reunion, pressing against the dancer the wall. Hankyung's left hand held onto his right, pushing it high above their body while the other two limbs united below their waist as they devoured one another. The music blared endlessly in the background, and neither Hankyung nor the man gave a damn.