Words That Make You Mine
Title: Words That Make You Mine
Characters: Kyuhyun/Donghae
Author: ElmersGlue128
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sex, language)
Length: one-shot
Words: 3,195
Summary: [band!verse] Confessing is hard to do and Donghae can’t seem to find the right words.
Notes: Finally replying to all comments from my fics this weekend, promise! *facepalms*
His message after the beep is a stream of awkward words spewed out in a ramble as Donghae tries to articulate ways of saying I think about you all the time and I want you so badly I can’t even sleep or function or behave like a normal person because I obsess about you all the fucking time. But it doesn’t come out that way.
Kyuhyun doesn’t really understand anything that he’s just heard besides the occasional mention of his name and a whole lot of gibberish. He’s skeptical if this isn’t just another lame joke that they usually pull on each other to kill time. But he can’t really make sense of any of it because the whole phone message is a garbled mess, shrugging it off as he gets ready.
Waiting is difficult for Donghae, not knowing whether the thoughts inside his head will be able to make it out without him throwing up all the food he’d shoved into his mouth earlier in a nervous wreck. Ugh, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.
When there’s nothing left to do, Donghae sits down and glances at his watch to begin a mental countdown precise to the very second. His legs are jittery gelation wanting to move around, staying in one place is basically foreign to him. Pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt until it covers most of his eyes, he lies down for a little of pretend dozing off because he could never be calm enough to actually fall asleep.
Kyuhyun gets dressed lightly enough since the weather’s pretty warm outside now that spring’s just started. It’s quite noticeable as he walks outside surrounded by all the budding leaves and colorful trees against the darkening sky with stars that aren’t visible because of all the city lights outshining them.
When he takes his seat on the grass, Donghae has fallen asleep like he always does in the short period of waiting. Kyuhyun gives a little grin to thin air as he pulls his knees up to his chest and glances upwards. The city is off in the distance behind him that it almost feels romantic but that must just be his imagination.
It’s Donghae cue to go through the motions of waking up when fingers shake his left shoulder, unknowingly leaving a warm twinge that sort of just lingers for the rest of the night. In a split second, he brightened up at the why the younger looks at him the moment his eyelashes flutter open. It’s a curious, intimate smile that’s almost like a kiss on his mouth and it stuns him momentarily.
Always, Kyuhyun realizes it’s that distracted look like Donghae’s on some other planet with eyes that are intensely focused like it’s piercing into him but equally mysterious in their intent. Like a puzzle that’s just daring him to figure out and it makes want to be the first one to claim that he knows how even though admittedly, he hasn’t the slightest clue.
When Donghae realizes he’s blatantly staring, he turns away long enough to grab his notebook and open it to a clean page. Then he feels around for the pencil and comes to the airheaded conclusion that he didn’t bring one, that wasn’t exactly first on his mind. His thoughts are usually pretty one-tracked: them together, them together holding hands, them together making out in the bedroom, them together in the shower, them toget- And damn it, he’s staring again.
Where do you go? Kyuhyun asks as a joke but, secretly, he’s kind of hoping for some sort of answer to the way he’s sometimes just left waiting in reality while Donghae disappears into this mysterious fantasy world that doesn’t seem to include him at all. And that doesn’t settle well with him at all.
Then he feels like a fool, since when does he want to be this clingy? The mischievous voice inside his head smirks, really? And, yes, he plays dumb to the photo of just the two of them worn at the edges from the years it’s been hidden in his wallet.
Like a guilty deer caught in headlights, Donghae tries to get the heat spreading to his cheeks to go away. He tries harder to focus on how he’s going to stay purposeful and make a nonexistent pencil suddenly appear so he isn’t caught in his own white lie. But it’s so hard, he can’t decide if the other listened to his phone message yet or not.
And all he has is the music composition, no words. Not the right ones and he just knows he’ll feel it immediately testing it out through the Kyuhyun’s voice. But a lot of it doesn’t make much sense, like how he insist he needed help when they usually work on completely different things and interests or how they should sit outside at night for that breath of fresh air so it’s easier to think (even though really it’s just inconvenient). But it means Kyuhyun is his out here.
It’s also embarrassing because only the romantic stuff comes to his mind and speaking them out loud seems like he’s professing his own clumsy confession and he loses his mind as any coherent thought abandons him. Especially when Kyuhyun tests the lines out along to the music so perfectly even if the words themselves aren’t, he wants to stick his tongue into the other’s mouth and puke out of nervous anxiety at the same time. Not a good combination.
He doesn’t know no one else can drag Kyuhyun out here so many nights away from homely comforts and civilization and his not-so-secret game obsessions. The reason behind this is probably deeper than the child-like suspended hope with pleading eyes that gets him to agree like making a pact with the Devil, but he brushes it away as thinking too much. Right now, this is going nowhere. Maybe, just maybe it might just be him that’s not a good fit for this song...
But Donghae interrupts first. Instead of stomach vomit, his mouth starts spewing out the confession he tried to say in the message without the beyond-garbled-for-normal-human-ears-to-understand utterances, but this time much slower and purposeful. He tries to recite the lines like they aren’t really his own, watching the other mouth the words quietly at first to memorize and morphing them slightly to fit the composition better.
Kyuhyun likes how these lyrics are less flowery and elaborate than all of the previous ones, a thoughtful simplicity that encapsulates budding love perfectly and he can’t help but grin as he’s singing it out loud. He likes how the words make him feel antsy and excited as they share a look between them, his happy smile becoming infectious.
When they get back, everyone is already asleep except for Eeteuk and Eunhyuk who are still out doing their radio show so Donghae’s room is empty of its other occupant. They both go inside closing the door with a click and it’s completely unnecessary for Kyuhyun to be there. Listlessly he sits on the bed and feels a little like an intruder, not even really remember the last time he’s been in here since he lives on the floor below. Unknowingly he’s all nervous and fidgety and excited.
Once Donghae swivels around in his chair to face him, there’s a pregnant silence between them and Kyuhyun can’t even begin to explain why he lurches forward and kisses the other. He sticks his tongue in for a few indulgent seconds as he takes advantage of the shocked open mouth and gladly feels his way around inside.
Then he stops thinking at all as he pulls Donghae onto him as they both fall back onto the bed with a noisy thump. The distinctly familiar, intoxicating smell of the pillow and sheets lures him further into illogical brazenness as he pulls the other’s hips harder against his own. A collective hiss and groan fills up the minuscule centimeter of space between their hot mouths before their breathy puffs of air mixes together.
Donghae’s arms flex on either side of his head as lips starts sucking hard against random spots on his neck, leaving marks and saliva as he continues licking the taut skin over Kyuhyun’s collarbones peeking out from his t-shirt’s opening. They continue kissing and Kyuhyun’s fingers make their way through the other’s head of hair before moving downwards, wrapping snugly around his neck.
A hand moves under Kyuhyun’s shirt, along his abdomen and he feels frazzled warmth spread from his bellybutton downwards. Like a sudden shock he realizes what they’re doing and pulls out from underneath, scooting himself to the opposite end of the bed so there’s enough distance between the two of them.
He’s speechless by his own actions, trying hard to ignore the heat still resonating through his body and his slightly puffy lips as he tries to come up with a plausible explanation and fails, “So that was…interesting.”
“Hmm,” Donghae emits a hum and sigh rolled into one as he unconsciously rolls his tongue across his mouth, “So what was that?”
“I-I don’t know,” Kyuhyun confesses and wills his breathing to go back to normal so it’s not so obvious how affected he is even when they’re this separated, “I just wanted to.”
Moving his way forward, Donghae lets out a thrilled happy noise as he ends up in the other’s lap and grabs ahold of Kyuhyun’s face before they’re fervently kissing again.
And it’s like they want this too much, screw logic. This time Donghae falls backwards and Kyuhyun straddles him.
“You don’t really need this,” Kyuhyun comments in a matter-of-the-fact way, grinning to the other’s laugh as he strips off the Donghae’s shirt and throwing it to the floor.
With marvel, Kyuhyun touches the palms of his hands against the other’s firm shoulders and biceps as arms wraps around his lower back. The grip tightens and his hips are pulled downwards, his eyes widening as he feels the first hard rub between their jeans and a raw yearning jolts through him.
He readily takes off his own shirt and stalls to a stop as he watches Donghae wantonly reach forward to unbutton and unzip his pants, his throat going dry as he lets out a groan and a hand snakes its way onto his cock. His hips buckle as his knees dig into the soft cushion of the bed and he starts sucking hungrily on Donghae’s lower lip before licking a line along the jawline to an earlobe he puts entirely into his mouth.
Kyuhyun’s voice dips to a low, erotic whisper in midst of his needy whimpers, “That feels so fucking good, hyung. So, so fucking good.”
Donghae groans as a hot tremor shoots straight down to his groin at the husky, horny voice echoing against his ear and the wet tongue that starts licking erotic swirls along his neck. His attention moves along the younger’s waistline, fervently tugging off both pants and boxers before letting them both slip off the side of the bed.
And then there is only one lonely pair of jeans left separating them from flesh-on-flesh, Kyuhyun catches onto that thought quickly. Sensually, he makes his way lower down until his mouth drags onto the top edge of the jeans. Already, Donghae’s breathing is erratic and loud in anticipation.
Kyuhyun’s hands lay stationary against the other’s sculpted stomach as his teeth alone pops open the button and tugs down the zipper, a Cheshire smile on his face as he pulls everything down to the ankles and Donghae kicks them off instantly. Kyuhyun is guided back up by his elbows and they can’t keep their eyes off each other as the initial sensation of their bare bodies fitted together for the first time sinks in.
“Wow,” Kyuhyun murmurs in awe, the heat generating between them so hot and gratifying to every slight move that they make against each other.
Donghae smiles a little deliriously, staring back with big brown eyes as the tip of their noses touch up.
The momentary pause disappears, heated gravitation colliding their lips together into ravenous kisses as their bodies start their fucking amazing grind against each other. Kyuhyun tugs on the other’s left nipple with his thumb and index finger making lazy circles ‘round and ‘round on the erogenous spot, switching onto the other one as they both harden into erect nubs under his sensual gyrations.
Grunting roughly in response to all the teasing, Donghae gladly returns the favor with hands that claim every inch of skin from the neck across the sternum down to Kyuhyun’s fleshy stomach before dragging playfully against the nipples with his fingers. His efforts rewarded with heavy breathing against his ear quickly turning into a weak whimper as his sinewy thigh wedges itself up between the other’s legs.
Donghae’s fingers slips down along Kyuhyun’s back, following the spine until he hits the tailbone and cupping his hands onto the other’s butt. Their cocks continue rubbing against each other’s as their pre-cum start mixing together, tongues dragging saliva all over their bodies between their messy kisses.
As Donghae sits up urgently and gropes around for the tube stashed somewhere in his desk drawer, Kyuhyun attaches himself against his back. He places butterfly kisses all over Donghae’s shoulder blades and the bump of bone at the back of the neck as he reaches around to pump the cock with his right hand.
Letting out a loud gratified groan, Donghae loses focus for a second as his vision blurs all the junk inside the drawer into an indistinguishable mess. His eyes clamp shut momentarily as he nuzzles the side of his face against the other’s neck. Desperately, his fingers continue grasping around until he feels exactly what he’s been looking for and victoriously pulls the lube out.
Immediately Donghae turns around, facing the other’s grin slightly out of breath as they both settle back down onto the bed and Kyuhyun’s right on top of him again. He squeezes out the clear liquid onto his fingers before slickening the other’s cock with thorough strokes. Trembling, Kyuhyun feels the rush of adrenaline as Donghae pulls him closer with a deepening kiss and urges him on with warm caresses against the small of his back as their hips are propelled even closer together.
“I want you right now,” Donghae whines impatiently when Kyuhyun hesitates and then he just goes for it, pushing the tip of his cock in and his mind boggles up as the other arcs up to plunge him the rest of the way in.
It feels amazing and tingly and suffocating, probably because he forgets to let go of his held breath as his brain short-circuits from the unbelievable sensation of such hot tightness so encased around him. A soft hand rubs up and down his chest before grabbing hold of the base of his neck to ground him back down to earth.
Happy to oblige, Kyuhyun pulls himself out and pushes back in at different angles as guided by the other’s grip on his hipbones. His grunts escalates as pleasure slams from the base of his cock burning to the very tip before sweeping through his limbs as his deep-throated growls make their way out of his mouth.
The right move hits Donghae perfectly and he quivers sensuously as Kyuhyun eats up his insatiable moans in a consuming kiss. His fingers moving up and down his own throbbing cock until Kyuhyun’s hand takes over, stroking him and thumbing over his slit repeatedly until he’s blinded with dense, dark desire.
Distracting himself, Donghae focuses on continuing to leave possessive, territorial hickeys along the other’s sexy collarbone and sternum. Out-of-breath cries make it out of his swollen lips like music to Kyuhyun’s ears, urging him on into insatiable overdrive.
Donghae’s whole body becomes rigid tense with hypersensitivity as every damn hit of pleasurable explosion synchronizes to every time Kyuhyun unrestrainedly plunges against him harder and rougher and faster. He can no longer concentrate on anything except feeling so fucking good as he’s calling out the other’s name nonstop as his orgasm consumes him like wildfire.
The burning heat from the pit of his groin explodes with the milky cum that squirts out all over his stomach. As Donghae continues trembles against him, Kyuhyun keeps thrusting deeper and deeper against the delicious tightness clinching around him. His bottom jaw clenches in muddled concentration as his hips keep moving with rapid speed, his eyes focused on the way Donghae’s staring up at him all sweaty and so fucking sexy.
That one look completely does it for him; his next thrust comes with waves of ecstasy slamming against him into immobility as he climaxes with strong shudders and shoots cum inside the other. He’s barely cognizant of pulling out and being kissed wildly, reality coming back to him in splashes as he starts returning the kisses.
Kyuhyun grabs a few tissues from the box on the desk, wiping off the stickiness from their bodies before they both settle down together underneath the blanket. They mold against each other easily and Donghae plays with Kyuhyun’s hand, lacing their fingers together and tapping against the knuckles with his finger pads. Kyuhyun lazily rubs his free hand against the other’s inner thigh in slow, dragging sweeps.
“Did you ever listen to my phone message?” Donghae asks curiously.
Nodding his head, Kyuhyun answers with a teasing smile, “I couldn’t understand a single thing you were saying, you sounded like you were on fifteen cans of super-caffeinated soda.”
“I wasn’t,” Donghae insists a little indignantly and smiles too, “It was only two cans. And a mocha, but that’s it.”
“What were you saying on it anyways?” Kyuhyun inquires as his face burrows into the other’s neck and his head sinks further into the pillow, sleep luring at the very fringes of his mind.
“You heard it already, many times tonight,” Donghae says a little shyly.
“What are you talking about, hyung?” Kyuhyun mumbles out, too relaxed to really think it through.
Donghae says as the other’s eyes flutter open to stare back at him, “The song lyrics. That’s the message I left, stupid.”
A warm fuzzy feeling like puppies and rainbows takes over him as Kyuhyun nods in sudden epiphany. He finally puts all the pieces together, including his own infatuation that he’s always passed off as simple admiration and he can’t stop grinning.
“You should’ve told me sooner, idiot.”
Donghae leans in and challenges, “You should’ve kissed me sooner then, moron.”
“Sorry hyung, I don’t speak crazy alien language so I didn’t know,” Kyuhyun answers and laughs when the other starts frowning briefly to show his dissatisfaction, “Now that I know, I’ll be good with the kissing from now on.”
“That sounds decent enough, I’ll take it,” Donghae declares happily.
“Shouldn’t I be more than decent,” Kyuhyun insists slothfully, back to being comfortably snuggled against the other, “I won’t take that, you know.”
“You’re great, you’re wonderful, you’re perfect,” Donghae indulges the other and rambles off as his own eyelids start to get too heavy for him to keep them open.
Fin.
Characters: Kyuhyun/Donghae
Author: ElmersGlue128
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sex, language)
Length: one-shot
Words: 3,195
Summary: [band!verse] Confessing is hard to do and Donghae can’t seem to find the right words.
Notes: Finally replying to all comments from my fics this weekend, promise! *facepalms*
His message after the beep is a stream of awkward words spewed out in a ramble as Donghae tries to articulate ways of saying I think about you all the time and I want you so badly I can’t even sleep or function or behave like a normal person because I obsess about you all the fucking time. But it doesn’t come out that way.
Kyuhyun doesn’t really understand anything that he’s just heard besides the occasional mention of his name and a whole lot of gibberish. He’s skeptical if this isn’t just another lame joke that they usually pull on each other to kill time. But he can’t really make sense of any of it because the whole phone message is a garbled mess, shrugging it off as he gets ready.
Waiting is difficult for Donghae, not knowing whether the thoughts inside his head will be able to make it out without him throwing up all the food he’d shoved into his mouth earlier in a nervous wreck. Ugh, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.
When there’s nothing left to do, Donghae sits down and glances at his watch to begin a mental countdown precise to the very second. His legs are jittery gelation wanting to move around, staying in one place is basically foreign to him. Pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt until it covers most of his eyes, he lies down for a little of pretend dozing off because he could never be calm enough to actually fall asleep.
Kyuhyun gets dressed lightly enough since the weather’s pretty warm outside now that spring’s just started. It’s quite noticeable as he walks outside surrounded by all the budding leaves and colorful trees against the darkening sky with stars that aren’t visible because of all the city lights outshining them.
When he takes his seat on the grass, Donghae has fallen asleep like he always does in the short period of waiting. Kyuhyun gives a little grin to thin air as he pulls his knees up to his chest and glances upwards. The city is off in the distance behind him that it almost feels romantic but that must just be his imagination.
It’s Donghae cue to go through the motions of waking up when fingers shake his left shoulder, unknowingly leaving a warm twinge that sort of just lingers for the rest of the night. In a split second, he brightened up at the why the younger looks at him the moment his eyelashes flutter open. It’s a curious, intimate smile that’s almost like a kiss on his mouth and it stuns him momentarily.
Always, Kyuhyun realizes it’s that distracted look like Donghae’s on some other planet with eyes that are intensely focused like it’s piercing into him but equally mysterious in their intent. Like a puzzle that’s just daring him to figure out and it makes want to be the first one to claim that he knows how even though admittedly, he hasn’t the slightest clue.
When Donghae realizes he’s blatantly staring, he turns away long enough to grab his notebook and open it to a clean page. Then he feels around for the pencil and comes to the airheaded conclusion that he didn’t bring one, that wasn’t exactly first on his mind. His thoughts are usually pretty one-tracked: them together, them together holding hands, them together making out in the bedroom, them together in the shower, them toget- And damn it, he’s staring again.
Where do you go? Kyuhyun asks as a joke but, secretly, he’s kind of hoping for some sort of answer to the way he’s sometimes just left waiting in reality while Donghae disappears into this mysterious fantasy world that doesn’t seem to include him at all. And that doesn’t settle well with him at all.
Then he feels like a fool, since when does he want to be this clingy? The mischievous voice inside his head smirks, really? And, yes, he plays dumb to the photo of just the two of them worn at the edges from the years it’s been hidden in his wallet.
Like a guilty deer caught in headlights, Donghae tries to get the heat spreading to his cheeks to go away. He tries harder to focus on how he’s going to stay purposeful and make a nonexistent pencil suddenly appear so he isn’t caught in his own white lie. But it’s so hard, he can’t decide if the other listened to his phone message yet or not.
And all he has is the music composition, no words. Not the right ones and he just knows he’ll feel it immediately testing it out through the Kyuhyun’s voice. But a lot of it doesn’t make much sense, like how he insist he needed help when they usually work on completely different things and interests or how they should sit outside at night for that breath of fresh air so it’s easier to think (even though really it’s just inconvenient). But it means Kyuhyun is his out here.
It’s also embarrassing because only the romantic stuff comes to his mind and speaking them out loud seems like he’s professing his own clumsy confession and he loses his mind as any coherent thought abandons him. Especially when Kyuhyun tests the lines out along to the music so perfectly even if the words themselves aren’t, he wants to stick his tongue into the other’s mouth and puke out of nervous anxiety at the same time. Not a good combination.
He doesn’t know no one else can drag Kyuhyun out here so many nights away from homely comforts and civilization and his not-so-secret game obsessions. The reason behind this is probably deeper than the child-like suspended hope with pleading eyes that gets him to agree like making a pact with the Devil, but he brushes it away as thinking too much. Right now, this is going nowhere. Maybe, just maybe it might just be him that’s not a good fit for this song...
But Donghae interrupts first. Instead of stomach vomit, his mouth starts spewing out the confession he tried to say in the message without the beyond-garbled-for-normal-human-ears-to-understand utterances, but this time much slower and purposeful. He tries to recite the lines like they aren’t really his own, watching the other mouth the words quietly at first to memorize and morphing them slightly to fit the composition better.
Kyuhyun likes how these lyrics are less flowery and elaborate than all of the previous ones, a thoughtful simplicity that encapsulates budding love perfectly and he can’t help but grin as he’s singing it out loud. He likes how the words make him feel antsy and excited as they share a look between them, his happy smile becoming infectious.
When they get back, everyone is already asleep except for Eeteuk and Eunhyuk who are still out doing their radio show so Donghae’s room is empty of its other occupant. They both go inside closing the door with a click and it’s completely unnecessary for Kyuhyun to be there. Listlessly he sits on the bed and feels a little like an intruder, not even really remember the last time he’s been in here since he lives on the floor below. Unknowingly he’s all nervous and fidgety and excited.
Once Donghae swivels around in his chair to face him, there’s a pregnant silence between them and Kyuhyun can’t even begin to explain why he lurches forward and kisses the other. He sticks his tongue in for a few indulgent seconds as he takes advantage of the shocked open mouth and gladly feels his way around inside.
Then he stops thinking at all as he pulls Donghae onto him as they both fall back onto the bed with a noisy thump. The distinctly familiar, intoxicating smell of the pillow and sheets lures him further into illogical brazenness as he pulls the other’s hips harder against his own. A collective hiss and groan fills up the minuscule centimeter of space between their hot mouths before their breathy puffs of air mixes together.
Donghae’s arms flex on either side of his head as lips starts sucking hard against random spots on his neck, leaving marks and saliva as he continues licking the taut skin over Kyuhyun’s collarbones peeking out from his t-shirt’s opening. They continue kissing and Kyuhyun’s fingers make their way through the other’s head of hair before moving downwards, wrapping snugly around his neck.
A hand moves under Kyuhyun’s shirt, along his abdomen and he feels frazzled warmth spread from his bellybutton downwards. Like a sudden shock he realizes what they’re doing and pulls out from underneath, scooting himself to the opposite end of the bed so there’s enough distance between the two of them.
He’s speechless by his own actions, trying hard to ignore the heat still resonating through his body and his slightly puffy lips as he tries to come up with a plausible explanation and fails, “So that was…interesting.”
“Hmm,” Donghae emits a hum and sigh rolled into one as he unconsciously rolls his tongue across his mouth, “So what was that?”
“I-I don’t know,” Kyuhyun confesses and wills his breathing to go back to normal so it’s not so obvious how affected he is even when they’re this separated, “I just wanted to.”
Moving his way forward, Donghae lets out a thrilled happy noise as he ends up in the other’s lap and grabs ahold of Kyuhyun’s face before they’re fervently kissing again.
And it’s like they want this too much, screw logic. This time Donghae falls backwards and Kyuhyun straddles him.
“You don’t really need this,” Kyuhyun comments in a matter-of-the-fact way, grinning to the other’s laugh as he strips off the Donghae’s shirt and throwing it to the floor.
With marvel, Kyuhyun touches the palms of his hands against the other’s firm shoulders and biceps as arms wraps around his lower back. The grip tightens and his hips are pulled downwards, his eyes widening as he feels the first hard rub between their jeans and a raw yearning jolts through him.
He readily takes off his own shirt and stalls to a stop as he watches Donghae wantonly reach forward to unbutton and unzip his pants, his throat going dry as he lets out a groan and a hand snakes its way onto his cock. His hips buckle as his knees dig into the soft cushion of the bed and he starts sucking hungrily on Donghae’s lower lip before licking a line along the jawline to an earlobe he puts entirely into his mouth.
Kyuhyun’s voice dips to a low, erotic whisper in midst of his needy whimpers, “That feels so fucking good, hyung. So, so fucking good.”
Donghae groans as a hot tremor shoots straight down to his groin at the husky, horny voice echoing against his ear and the wet tongue that starts licking erotic swirls along his neck. His attention moves along the younger’s waistline, fervently tugging off both pants and boxers before letting them both slip off the side of the bed.
And then there is only one lonely pair of jeans left separating them from flesh-on-flesh, Kyuhyun catches onto that thought quickly. Sensually, he makes his way lower down until his mouth drags onto the top edge of the jeans. Already, Donghae’s breathing is erratic and loud in anticipation.
Kyuhyun’s hands lay stationary against the other’s sculpted stomach as his teeth alone pops open the button and tugs down the zipper, a Cheshire smile on his face as he pulls everything down to the ankles and Donghae kicks them off instantly. Kyuhyun is guided back up by his elbows and they can’t keep their eyes off each other as the initial sensation of their bare bodies fitted together for the first time sinks in.
“Wow,” Kyuhyun murmurs in awe, the heat generating between them so hot and gratifying to every slight move that they make against each other.
Donghae smiles a little deliriously, staring back with big brown eyes as the tip of their noses touch up.
The momentary pause disappears, heated gravitation colliding their lips together into ravenous kisses as their bodies start their fucking amazing grind against each other. Kyuhyun tugs on the other’s left nipple with his thumb and index finger making lazy circles ‘round and ‘round on the erogenous spot, switching onto the other one as they both harden into erect nubs under his sensual gyrations.
Grunting roughly in response to all the teasing, Donghae gladly returns the favor with hands that claim every inch of skin from the neck across the sternum down to Kyuhyun’s fleshy stomach before dragging playfully against the nipples with his fingers. His efforts rewarded with heavy breathing against his ear quickly turning into a weak whimper as his sinewy thigh wedges itself up between the other’s legs.
Donghae’s fingers slips down along Kyuhyun’s back, following the spine until he hits the tailbone and cupping his hands onto the other’s butt. Their cocks continue rubbing against each other’s as their pre-cum start mixing together, tongues dragging saliva all over their bodies between their messy kisses.
As Donghae sits up urgently and gropes around for the tube stashed somewhere in his desk drawer, Kyuhyun attaches himself against his back. He places butterfly kisses all over Donghae’s shoulder blades and the bump of bone at the back of the neck as he reaches around to pump the cock with his right hand.
Letting out a loud gratified groan, Donghae loses focus for a second as his vision blurs all the junk inside the drawer into an indistinguishable mess. His eyes clamp shut momentarily as he nuzzles the side of his face against the other’s neck. Desperately, his fingers continue grasping around until he feels exactly what he’s been looking for and victoriously pulls the lube out.
Immediately Donghae turns around, facing the other’s grin slightly out of breath as they both settle back down onto the bed and Kyuhyun’s right on top of him again. He squeezes out the clear liquid onto his fingers before slickening the other’s cock with thorough strokes. Trembling, Kyuhyun feels the rush of adrenaline as Donghae pulls him closer with a deepening kiss and urges him on with warm caresses against the small of his back as their hips are propelled even closer together.
“I want you right now,” Donghae whines impatiently when Kyuhyun hesitates and then he just goes for it, pushing the tip of his cock in and his mind boggles up as the other arcs up to plunge him the rest of the way in.
It feels amazing and tingly and suffocating, probably because he forgets to let go of his held breath as his brain short-circuits from the unbelievable sensation of such hot tightness so encased around him. A soft hand rubs up and down his chest before grabbing hold of the base of his neck to ground him back down to earth.
Happy to oblige, Kyuhyun pulls himself out and pushes back in at different angles as guided by the other’s grip on his hipbones. His grunts escalates as pleasure slams from the base of his cock burning to the very tip before sweeping through his limbs as his deep-throated growls make their way out of his mouth.
The right move hits Donghae perfectly and he quivers sensuously as Kyuhyun eats up his insatiable moans in a consuming kiss. His fingers moving up and down his own throbbing cock until Kyuhyun’s hand takes over, stroking him and thumbing over his slit repeatedly until he’s blinded with dense, dark desire.
Distracting himself, Donghae focuses on continuing to leave possessive, territorial hickeys along the other’s sexy collarbone and sternum. Out-of-breath cries make it out of his swollen lips like music to Kyuhyun’s ears, urging him on into insatiable overdrive.
Donghae’s whole body becomes rigid tense with hypersensitivity as every damn hit of pleasurable explosion synchronizes to every time Kyuhyun unrestrainedly plunges against him harder and rougher and faster. He can no longer concentrate on anything except feeling so fucking good as he’s calling out the other’s name nonstop as his orgasm consumes him like wildfire.
The burning heat from the pit of his groin explodes with the milky cum that squirts out all over his stomach. As Donghae continues trembles against him, Kyuhyun keeps thrusting deeper and deeper against the delicious tightness clinching around him. His bottom jaw clenches in muddled concentration as his hips keep moving with rapid speed, his eyes focused on the way Donghae’s staring up at him all sweaty and so fucking sexy.
That one look completely does it for him; his next thrust comes with waves of ecstasy slamming against him into immobility as he climaxes with strong shudders and shoots cum inside the other. He’s barely cognizant of pulling out and being kissed wildly, reality coming back to him in splashes as he starts returning the kisses.
Kyuhyun grabs a few tissues from the box on the desk, wiping off the stickiness from their bodies before they both settle down together underneath the blanket. They mold against each other easily and Donghae plays with Kyuhyun’s hand, lacing their fingers together and tapping against the knuckles with his finger pads. Kyuhyun lazily rubs his free hand against the other’s inner thigh in slow, dragging sweeps.
“Did you ever listen to my phone message?” Donghae asks curiously.
Nodding his head, Kyuhyun answers with a teasing smile, “I couldn’t understand a single thing you were saying, you sounded like you were on fifteen cans of super-caffeinated soda.”
“I wasn’t,” Donghae insists a little indignantly and smiles too, “It was only two cans. And a mocha, but that’s it.”
“What were you saying on it anyways?” Kyuhyun inquires as his face burrows into the other’s neck and his head sinks further into the pillow, sleep luring at the very fringes of his mind.
“You heard it already, many times tonight,” Donghae says a little shyly.
“What are you talking about, hyung?” Kyuhyun mumbles out, too relaxed to really think it through.
Donghae says as the other’s eyes flutter open to stare back at him, “The song lyrics. That’s the message I left, stupid.”
A warm fuzzy feeling like puppies and rainbows takes over him as Kyuhyun nods in sudden epiphany. He finally puts all the pieces together, including his own infatuation that he’s always passed off as simple admiration and he can’t stop grinning.
“You should’ve told me sooner, idiot.”
Donghae leans in and challenges, “You should’ve kissed me sooner then, moron.”
“Sorry hyung, I don’t speak crazy alien language so I didn’t know,” Kyuhyun answers and laughs when the other starts frowning briefly to show his dissatisfaction, “Now that I know, I’ll be good with the kissing from now on.”
“That sounds decent enough, I’ll take it,” Donghae declares happily.
“Shouldn’t I be more than decent,” Kyuhyun insists slothfully, back to being comfortably snuggled against the other, “I won’t take that, you know.”
“You’re great, you’re wonderful, you’re perfect,” Donghae indulges the other and rambles off as his own eyelids start to get too heavy for him to keep them open.
Fin.