Boom Boom, Baby
Title: Boom Boom, Baby
Characters: Donghae/Kyuhyun
Author: ElmersGlue128
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sex, language)
Length: one-shot
Words: 1,620
Requested by: namikaze_jkc, “Bonamana, warehouse wall, Donghae’s leather-gloved hand” (KyuHae Fanfic Comm Meme: here)
Summary: They meet every night by the wall, the concrete wall. Their f-ck wall.
They meet every night by the wall, the concrete wall. Their fuck wall.
It’s been one long-ass day of shooting for the new mv. Kyuhyun desperately needs his fix of sex like a crack addict needing to get high, waiting pisses him off. And now he’s all business, he doesn’t like bullshitting around.
When Donghae swaggers up all relaxed and unhurried with his tight black tank cut so fucking low he can practically see that well-oiled chest underneath, he pushes him against the wall.
Could Donghae be dressed any sluttier? Kyuhyun eyes him predatorily, beyond turned-on and fuming and hot as hell. Talk is for people who can’t get laid, he has no such intentions.
He shoves his tongue into the other’s mouth, relishing the surprised muffled noise morphing into a gratified moan as their mouths eat each other up. His black jacket falls to the ground with a dull drop, Donghae’s soft fingers making their way underneath his gray shirt and provocatively stroking against his nipples.
“Damn,” Kyuhyun utters in a harsh exhale, his own hands undoing the few sparse buttons on the other’s black vest and his palm slides immediately against taut abs.
The pants are hung so low on Donghae’s hips, the waistband of his boxers peek out so fucking smugly that Kyuhyun plans to take that smirk off of its owner. He cups the growing bulge in front of him firmly in his grasp, expressively satisfied as the other suddenly exhales loudly against his ear.
Donghae grins wickedly in response, biting on the younger’s bottom lip and tugging on it wantonly before he speaks back, “Is Kyuhyun-ah throwing a hissy fit?”
“You made me wait, asshole,” Kyuhyun retorts unconvincingly harsh but instead all distracted and bothered, trying to hold in a particularly noisy groan when their hips start grinding roughly into each other’s.
“Aw, did you miss me, baby?” Donghae says in a mocking tone, laughing at the way Kyuhyun cringes in disgust and he assuages him by massaging his hands against the other’s ass.
Kyuhyun smirks, unzipping the elder’s pants and reaching the rest of the way inside as the waistband wraps snuggly against his wrist, “Looks like your cock misses me more.”
With eyes momentarily closed, the back of Donghae’s head hits the wall as he grunts out a stream of expletives when a hand strokes him exactly the way he damn well likes it. A soft thumb plays with his slit, back-and-forth and back-and-forth like a fucking pendulum.
Those full, sexy lips keep teasing him, making their way from his earlobe all the way down his neck like they’re swallowing his racing pulse whole. But Donghae hates to lose almost as much as Kyuhyun loves to win.
“I’m hyung, you have to do what I say,” Donghae declares assertively as he immediately changes their positions, forcing the younger against the wall instead as he crouches down.
Kyuhyun’s back suddenly against the concrete stuns him for a second, leaving him immobile and victim to the tongue licking against his stomach.
“You’re wearing too much clothes, Kyuhyun-ah,” Donghae comments and his puffs of breath against bare skin makes the other go weak in the knees, “Take off your shirt.”
Extraordinarily compliant, Kyuhyun drags off his shirt and it becomes just another discarded lump on the ground. The stylist noona always asks how his clothes gets so dirty, he fleetingly wonders how she’d react if he says it’s because he and Donghae hyung always fuck against a wall in a dark warehouse down the street from their dorms.
Then all thought leaves him completely, Donghae’s hot mouth is wrapped completely around his cock like an enveloping inferno from top to bottom as he swears he can feel his slit against the back of the other’s mouth. When the hell did his pants and underwear become a pool by his ankles?
Donghae is relentless, sucking on his cock until it burns with intense heat and Kyuhyun’s glad he has something to lean against to support the wobbly weakness taking over all his limbs. He groans and balls his fists up as he stares completely fixated. It’s so fucking erotic the way his hyung’s head bobs up and down in sync to the sharp shots of pleasure splicing straight through his limbs.
Just watching alone would make him cum, but Donghae’s talented mouth licking and lapping him off sparks the orgasm wracking through his trembles that sends milky liquid outwards. Donghae swallows, his dark half-lidded eyes peering up as the tip of his tongue travels across the slit until not a drop is left. He tastes himself mixed in with Donghae’s saliva when they’re fervently kissing and the fucking sculpted arms on either side of him flex deliciously, trapping him in.
His chest tingles and heats up as it becomes flush against the Donghae’s, the oil applied on the other earlier is a slick lubricant as their hardened nipples rub up with the exactly perfect erogenous rub and drag. Kyuhyun starts feeling a dull throb starting to manifest itself in his penis again already, their yearning desire insatiable.
The metal chain around Donghae’s neck is the only thing left between them once the vest comes off. Shadows cast over the curves of his hyung’s muscles as the swinging light from above illuminates every stretched sinew. Kyuhyun quivers openly at the gratifying feel of only the cold chain against their hot, sweaty bodies so bare of anything else except the feel of the other’s hard erection against his thigh.
He wants it so bad, that cock inside of him that he feels pre-cum starting to ooze out from his own. Donghae reads him like an open book, roughly kissing his swollen lips in overjoyed agreement before he turns around.
The palms of his hands are flat against the wall for support and he sharply sucks in air as fingers make their way inside of him. Donghae’s free, gloved hand makes a slow path against his hips and across his stomach, the leather and little metal balls dragging against his skin like it’s on fire trail. Damn, that feels so good against his nipples.
Kyuhyun lets out a clenched grunt when Donghae enters, pushing through the initial resistance and staying snug inside while they readjust to each other’s presence. Wordlessly, they just understand when they’re ready. Donghae starts at slower thrusts, it doesn’t take him long to find that sweet spot that draws out the first shameless loud moans from Kyuhyun.
His breathing is haggard and whiney against the wall, Donghae’s gloved hand stroking his cock is fucking amazing. Kyuhyun continues gasping out puffs of air through his half-open mouth. They fit perfectly and move perfectly against each other to the same pulsing rhythm.
“Kyuhyun-ah, Kyuhyun-ah, Kyuhyun-ah,” Donghae chokes out his name like a mesmerized chant over and over again as his biceps stretches and flexes with each plunge.
Each slam takes a part of Kyuhyun away from himself, like handing over his soul, and his lustful lips are raw from their rough kissing and his bare teeth biting down to stay grounded in reality. He could easily and gladly surrender right now to Donghae’s gyrations but, secretly a total romantic at heart, he’s adamant about waiting for them to finish around the same time.
But it’s so difficult to hold back, his cock is so hard and teased that it starts to burn. His hips start trembling in desperate need, the constant echoing pound of pleasure from Donghae’s cock hitting his prostate waging war with the ball of scorching fire perpetually stuck at the base of his groin.
Donghae’s voice is hoarse and low as the name repetition continues amidst his gruff groans as he speeds up and his whole cock is sliding like liquid candy in-and-out, in-and-out so damn good. He’s nearing his climax, Kyuhyun can tell by the way the fingers on his hips bite into his skin even deeper than before. It’ll instantly turn him on later, when he stares at the crescent marks in the mirror back at the dorms.
The next few thrusts are jerky, Donghae’s eyes rolling closed as the first shivers start to consume his whole body. Kyuhyun hisses and moans vociferously as he finally succumbs to the lurch of his own suppressed orgasm swarming through him.
Such fucking erotic noises coming from Kyuhyun’s dirty mouth swirls around Donghae’s head like a thick, hot cloud as it drops down low into his crotch. Donghae cries out noisily, the other’s tight walls grasps firmly onto his cock as he pulls in and out a few more shaky times before milky cum squirts out.
The pounding waves hit Kyuhyun with rippling bravado, the high ecstasy jolts like flashes of lightening through him until every cell is intoxicated with drunken, deafening pleasure. His knobby knees buckling to stay upright steady down to a stop; the torturously good, rampant fire slinking out of him leaving behind glowing warmth throughout his limbs.
With tender butterfly kisses, Donghae showers his shoulders and back with adoring affection. When he can finally focus his blissfully blurred vision, Kyuhyun briefly glances down at the cum on his stomach just before he’s turned around.
His back hits the wall again; a soft thump before his lips are preoccupied and their tongues are sliding seamlessly together again. Kyuhyun’s hands rests on Donghae’s chest while strong arms wrap cozily around his waist, hugging them closer together.
The kissing is innocently slow and beseechingly sweet, always is after they’re both sexed out. Without any rush in the world, they head back home walking hand-in-hand.
Kyuhyun pretends not to notice the foolishly wide smile plastered on his face that Donghae captures in a playful, chaste smooch.
Fin.
Characters: Donghae/Kyuhyun
Author: ElmersGlue128
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sex, language)
Length: one-shot
Words: 1,620
Requested by: namikaze_jkc, “Bonamana, warehouse wall, Donghae’s leather-gloved hand” (KyuHae Fanfic Comm Meme: here)
Summary: They meet every night by the wall, the concrete wall. Their f-ck wall.
They meet every night by the wall, the concrete wall. Their fuck wall.
It’s been one long-ass day of shooting for the new mv. Kyuhyun desperately needs his fix of sex like a crack addict needing to get high, waiting pisses him off. And now he’s all business, he doesn’t like bullshitting around.
When Donghae swaggers up all relaxed and unhurried with his tight black tank cut so fucking low he can practically see that well-oiled chest underneath, he pushes him against the wall.
Could Donghae be dressed any sluttier? Kyuhyun eyes him predatorily, beyond turned-on and fuming and hot as hell. Talk is for people who can’t get laid, he has no such intentions.
He shoves his tongue into the other’s mouth, relishing the surprised muffled noise morphing into a gratified moan as their mouths eat each other up. His black jacket falls to the ground with a dull drop, Donghae’s soft fingers making their way underneath his gray shirt and provocatively stroking against his nipples.
“Damn,” Kyuhyun utters in a harsh exhale, his own hands undoing the few sparse buttons on the other’s black vest and his palm slides immediately against taut abs.
The pants are hung so low on Donghae’s hips, the waistband of his boxers peek out so fucking smugly that Kyuhyun plans to take that smirk off of its owner. He cups the growing bulge in front of him firmly in his grasp, expressively satisfied as the other suddenly exhales loudly against his ear.
Donghae grins wickedly in response, biting on the younger’s bottom lip and tugging on it wantonly before he speaks back, “Is Kyuhyun-ah throwing a hissy fit?”
“You made me wait, asshole,” Kyuhyun retorts unconvincingly harsh but instead all distracted and bothered, trying to hold in a particularly noisy groan when their hips start grinding roughly into each other’s.
“Aw, did you miss me, baby?” Donghae says in a mocking tone, laughing at the way Kyuhyun cringes in disgust and he assuages him by massaging his hands against the other’s ass.
Kyuhyun smirks, unzipping the elder’s pants and reaching the rest of the way inside as the waistband wraps snuggly against his wrist, “Looks like your cock misses me more.”
With eyes momentarily closed, the back of Donghae’s head hits the wall as he grunts out a stream of expletives when a hand strokes him exactly the way he damn well likes it. A soft thumb plays with his slit, back-and-forth and back-and-forth like a fucking pendulum.
Those full, sexy lips keep teasing him, making their way from his earlobe all the way down his neck like they’re swallowing his racing pulse whole. But Donghae hates to lose almost as much as Kyuhyun loves to win.
“I’m hyung, you have to do what I say,” Donghae declares assertively as he immediately changes their positions, forcing the younger against the wall instead as he crouches down.
Kyuhyun’s back suddenly against the concrete stuns him for a second, leaving him immobile and victim to the tongue licking against his stomach.
“You’re wearing too much clothes, Kyuhyun-ah,” Donghae comments and his puffs of breath against bare skin makes the other go weak in the knees, “Take off your shirt.”
Extraordinarily compliant, Kyuhyun drags off his shirt and it becomes just another discarded lump on the ground. The stylist noona always asks how his clothes gets so dirty, he fleetingly wonders how she’d react if he says it’s because he and Donghae hyung always fuck against a wall in a dark warehouse down the street from their dorms.
Then all thought leaves him completely, Donghae’s hot mouth is wrapped completely around his cock like an enveloping inferno from top to bottom as he swears he can feel his slit against the back of the other’s mouth. When the hell did his pants and underwear become a pool by his ankles?
Donghae is relentless, sucking on his cock until it burns with intense heat and Kyuhyun’s glad he has something to lean against to support the wobbly weakness taking over all his limbs. He groans and balls his fists up as he stares completely fixated. It’s so fucking erotic the way his hyung’s head bobs up and down in sync to the sharp shots of pleasure splicing straight through his limbs.
Just watching alone would make him cum, but Donghae’s talented mouth licking and lapping him off sparks the orgasm wracking through his trembles that sends milky liquid outwards. Donghae swallows, his dark half-lidded eyes peering up as the tip of his tongue travels across the slit until not a drop is left. He tastes himself mixed in with Donghae’s saliva when they’re fervently kissing and the fucking sculpted arms on either side of him flex deliciously, trapping him in.
His chest tingles and heats up as it becomes flush against the Donghae’s, the oil applied on the other earlier is a slick lubricant as their hardened nipples rub up with the exactly perfect erogenous rub and drag. Kyuhyun starts feeling a dull throb starting to manifest itself in his penis again already, their yearning desire insatiable.
The metal chain around Donghae’s neck is the only thing left between them once the vest comes off. Shadows cast over the curves of his hyung’s muscles as the swinging light from above illuminates every stretched sinew. Kyuhyun quivers openly at the gratifying feel of only the cold chain against their hot, sweaty bodies so bare of anything else except the feel of the other’s hard erection against his thigh.
He wants it so bad, that cock inside of him that he feels pre-cum starting to ooze out from his own. Donghae reads him like an open book, roughly kissing his swollen lips in overjoyed agreement before he turns around.
The palms of his hands are flat against the wall for support and he sharply sucks in air as fingers make their way inside of him. Donghae’s free, gloved hand makes a slow path against his hips and across his stomach, the leather and little metal balls dragging against his skin like it’s on fire trail. Damn, that feels so good against his nipples.
Kyuhyun lets out a clenched grunt when Donghae enters, pushing through the initial resistance and staying snug inside while they readjust to each other’s presence. Wordlessly, they just understand when they’re ready. Donghae starts at slower thrusts, it doesn’t take him long to find that sweet spot that draws out the first shameless loud moans from Kyuhyun.
His breathing is haggard and whiney against the wall, Donghae’s gloved hand stroking his cock is fucking amazing. Kyuhyun continues gasping out puffs of air through his half-open mouth. They fit perfectly and move perfectly against each other to the same pulsing rhythm.
“Kyuhyun-ah, Kyuhyun-ah, Kyuhyun-ah,” Donghae chokes out his name like a mesmerized chant over and over again as his biceps stretches and flexes with each plunge.
Each slam takes a part of Kyuhyun away from himself, like handing over his soul, and his lustful lips are raw from their rough kissing and his bare teeth biting down to stay grounded in reality. He could easily and gladly surrender right now to Donghae’s gyrations but, secretly a total romantic at heart, he’s adamant about waiting for them to finish around the same time.
But it’s so difficult to hold back, his cock is so hard and teased that it starts to burn. His hips start trembling in desperate need, the constant echoing pound of pleasure from Donghae’s cock hitting his prostate waging war with the ball of scorching fire perpetually stuck at the base of his groin.
Donghae’s voice is hoarse and low as the name repetition continues amidst his gruff groans as he speeds up and his whole cock is sliding like liquid candy in-and-out, in-and-out so damn good. He’s nearing his climax, Kyuhyun can tell by the way the fingers on his hips bite into his skin even deeper than before. It’ll instantly turn him on later, when he stares at the crescent marks in the mirror back at the dorms.
The next few thrusts are jerky, Donghae’s eyes rolling closed as the first shivers start to consume his whole body. Kyuhyun hisses and moans vociferously as he finally succumbs to the lurch of his own suppressed orgasm swarming through him.
Such fucking erotic noises coming from Kyuhyun’s dirty mouth swirls around Donghae’s head like a thick, hot cloud as it drops down low into his crotch. Donghae cries out noisily, the other’s tight walls grasps firmly onto his cock as he pulls in and out a few more shaky times before milky cum squirts out.
The pounding waves hit Kyuhyun with rippling bravado, the high ecstasy jolts like flashes of lightening through him until every cell is intoxicated with drunken, deafening pleasure. His knobby knees buckling to stay upright steady down to a stop; the torturously good, rampant fire slinking out of him leaving behind glowing warmth throughout his limbs.
With tender butterfly kisses, Donghae showers his shoulders and back with adoring affection. When he can finally focus his blissfully blurred vision, Kyuhyun briefly glances down at the cum on his stomach just before he’s turned around.
His back hits the wall again; a soft thump before his lips are preoccupied and their tongues are sliding seamlessly together again. Kyuhyun’s hands rests on Donghae’s chest while strong arms wrap cozily around his waist, hugging them closer together.
The kissing is innocently slow and beseechingly sweet, always is after they’re both sexed out. Without any rush in the world, they head back home walking hand-in-hand.
Kyuhyun pretends not to notice the foolishly wide smile plastered on his face that Donghae captures in a playful, chaste smooch.
Fin.