Caged [Donghae/Eunhyuk]
Length: 3770
Pairing: Donghae/Eunhyuk
Genre: Smut, minor fluff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Eunhyuk likes when Donghae plays rough, even if the adorable little fishy is adverse to the idea every time Eunhyuk asks him of it. However, it doesn't mean that he's bad at it when it's requested, or that he wouldn't find something far too appealing with the idea of fucking Eunhyuk in the cage prop acquired for SS4...
Warning: Rough sex, minor bondage. Top!Hae. Submissive!Eunhyuk.
“Are you sure you want me to?”
“Why wouldn’t I be sure?”
“I don’t want to degrade you again -”
“I want you to treat me like that, just one more time. Please? I don’t find it degrading because I know you don’t mean it...”
“Fine, just this one last time.”
Hyukjae smiles slyly, giving Donghae a sweet peck on the lips before leaving the dorm, not hearing the dancer’s mutter to himself.
“Have fun with this, Donghae. It’s not every day your boyfriend requests rough sex...”
The cage is round, steel bars curving and securing the flat, large enclosed space in the middle, the gaps in the metal wide, but definitely not big enough to slip a body through. A dome lattices the top, rendering the standing room of the cage entrapping, the worst nightmare of anyone suffering from claustrophobia.
Eunhyuk is relieved that he’s not claustrophobic; he isn’t relieved, however, to be told by the coordinators of Super Show 4 that the cage that vaguely resembles some sort of death contraption will soon be levitated by a motley of wires and cords with him in it.
He can’t really protest too much; after all, he isn’t exactly funding the show, and if SM Entertainment thinks that every single fan girl out there will wet themselves over him in a cage, by Lee Soo Man he will be thrust into a goddamn cage.
Accepting his fate as graciously as he can takes a lot out of the blonde haired dancer, his eyes strained and falsely shimmering as he bows to the director of the special effects, trying not to glance at the hastening crew members maneuvering the ball of steel onto the middle of the stage. It stays there until tomorrow when the same men would hook it to the high, rafted ceiling, where Eunhyuk predicts his premature death will inevitably occur.
He misses the predatory glint that gradually appears in the eye of a particular dancer, too caught up in his own internal misery to glimpse the way the other toys with his bottom lip with his teeth, examining the cage with a piqued interest.
The others rush to their dressing rooms after a cursory tour of the backstage area of the arena, vague, tired mutters of Starcraft and food and turtles floating along with the exhausted group. Eunhyuk is grateful to reach the peace and quiet of his personal little room, wasting no time in collapsing onto the couch and rubbing at his eyes, still lamenting his impending loss of life with his soon approaching flight in that stupid cage. A knock on his dressing room door jolts him from his disgruntled musings with a groan.
“What?”
The door cracks open at his grumpy acceptance of the visitor, the head poking in revealing the intruder to be a innocently smiling Donghae, still fully clothed in the slacks and button-up shirt that they have been wearing all day after an onslaught of promotional activities. His skinny tie hangs limply around his neck, loosened and tugged at, and his sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, the tanned, defined forearms making Eunhyuk raise his head for a better look.
“You sound like you’re a bad mood,” observes Donghae, his shiny, patent leather shoes silent against the carpeted floor as he saunters over to the beige couch where Eunhyuk is reclining, his backside pushing Eunhyuk’s body to over to make space for him to sit.
Eunhyuk scowls in response. “I don’t want to be tossed into a cage. The one at the MAMAs wasn’t too bad, I guess, but this one is full out... I don’t know, dominatrix style,” he complains, pouting.
Donghae laughs under his breath, something about the low, darkly amused chuckle sending a fluttering shiver down Eunhyuk’s spine. “When you say it like that, you make me hate it too,” he responds, turning in his seat to get a better angle at which to look at the other.
An eyebrow is raised at Donghae’s statement. “Why do you hate it, too?” asks Eunhyuk, the note of confusion in his voice making Donghae smile.
“Because no one but me should have the privilege to see you like that, locked in a cage, grinding and dancing like the little whore that you are. If you were in dominatrix gear, it’d be all the better.” The suddenly lustful, husky quality of Donghae’s voice makes Eunhyuk’s blood race hot in veins, fiery in its descent southward, a few vestiges of it reddening his cheeks in pleasure, excitement, and a faint remnant of shyness .
“Well, I -” Eunhyuk isn’t even sure what he exactly had planned on saying when Donghae’s hand presses against the front of his pants, a single finger caressing the teeth of the zipper, a smirk tilting the left side of his mouth upwards. “We can’t. The vans will be l-leaving,” stutters Eunhyuk feebly, hissing when Donghae pinches a nipple through his dress shirt while the other hand continues working his slowly hardening cock, palming it roughly through the material.
“Oh, don’t worry. I told them to leave without us, that we just wanted to tour the arena a little bit more. They bought it, of course,” he smiles reassuringly, the fingers formerly tweaking and twisting a nipple skimming the smooth fabric of his top as it heads southward, making quick work of removing the shirt from the waistband of Eunhyuk’s tight slacks.
Eunhyuk arches into Donghae’s hand, a whine growing in his throat when the mischievously grinning man suddenly pulls away, instead interlacing their hands and pulling Eunhyuk from the couch. “We won’t be doing anything in the dressing room today,” he says in a voice much unlike his usual one, leading the more than willing man from the room.
“Where are we going?” he questions shakily, winded from Donghae’s ministrations, absently making sure his pants are buttoned, that his throbbing crotch is hidden from plain view, and his shirt isn’t too wrinkled as they pass bustling and frazzled workers in their journey down the hallway, bowing briefly to each one they pass before Donghae tugs at Eunhyuk’s cold hand again.
Donghae’s eyes convey a quiet, shining mystery with a single glance at Eunhyuk’s anxious, but trusting, face. “You’ll see,” is all he utters, tightening his grip on his lover’s bony fingers as they avoid a ranting light director as she hurries by with an overflowing box, the narrow, florescent bulb lit corridor unable to accommodate so many people.
“No need to look so worried,” says Donghae in that same low, almost taunting tone, squeezing the hand in his grasp. Eunhyuk smiles and blinks weakly in return, an anticipating thrum soaring through his body at what Donghae can have possibly rattled up for them.
The hallway’s traffic gets exponentially thinner until it’s gone altogether, and they emerge in the dark backstage area, their surroundings indecipherable in the absence of light.
“Backstage?” asked Eunhyuk, bewildered. “Are we going to have sex with a mass of appliances next to us?”
Even though he can’t see the younger, he knows that he’s rolling his eyes in that rather immature way of his. “Of course not, Hyukkie. You underestimate me. Even though you shouldn’t.” There’s a threat for what’s around the corner layering his statement, but Eunhyuk doesn’t say anything, preferring to let the silence settle in as they wind through the lumps of what are definitely speakers and risers and other equipment. He doesn’t really notice these meaningless things, only registering the way Donghae’s breath is speeding up along with the rapidity of their walk, a sign of his excitement.
Eunhyuk is dismayed when they finally walk out onto the stage, that infernal cage jumping into his line of vision. He has less than a second to brood over how much he hates the god forsaken thing when he is suddenly pushed harshly against it, the metal connecting with the pointy bone of his elbow, the wince that leaves his mouth swallowed by another set of warm lips and a tongue.
The pain spiking his arm is insignificant when Donghae is ravaging him the way he is; his tongue is unrelenting and belligerent as it jabs and swirls rather than slides and caresses, refusing to even consider letting Eunhyuk win the inevitable fight for dominance. A hand forces his head back, their lips clashing almost painfully, saliva dripping down their chins without their knowledge or remotest care. He hears the rattling, clinking noise of a chain being removed, and feels the movement of the cage as the door to it is swung open. Breath rushes into his lungs when Donghae jerks away from the bruising kiss, only to have it knocked out of him again when he is roughly directed into the confines of the detestable metal ball.
Donghae grins smugly as he closes the noisy door behind him, eyes unblinking and prideful as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, interestedly eyeing the slumped over, deeply breathing form of Eunhyuk, his back flat across the cylindrical poles of steel and arms spread, fingers clutching the bars. The blonde maintains the eye contact, lids half-closed and heavy when Donghae finally urges his shirt from his shoulders, revealing the enviable expanse of creamy, smooth skin, his tie still slung around his neck. The fabric drops to the floor with a silent flutter that goes unheard by both of them when Eunhyuk suddenly moves forward, latching onto the loose hanging tie to feverishly yank Donghae’s lips back onto his.
"I've always wanted to fuck you in a cage," Donghae breathes against those plump, pink lips, pushing Eunhyuk against the cold metal. The blonde shudders, the feeling of Donghae’s hips angled and pressed tightly onto his own making him dizzy with want. His eyes slip shut when Donghae’s mouth abandons his in favor of laving at his jawline, sucking at a patch of prominent bone until it’s reddened, a mark of his passion for the other. Gasping against the porcelain skin, Donghae works the buttons of Eunhyuk’s shirt as quickly as he can while lavishing the dipped hollow of his neck, the sweat-beaded flesh both salty and bitter on his tongue, only stopping his actions when he’s satisfied with another purplish swelling of skin inflicted by his mouth.
Eunhyuk’s breathy, gasping moans are heavenly in his ears as he finally succeeds in ripping the shirt from the other’s sticky, lanky chest and brutally latches his teeth around one of Eunhyuk’s deliciously pink nipples, soothing his bites with a swirl of his tongue. Fingers thread in his hair, his nose bumping into the hard planes of the older’s chest as his mouth is forced impossibly closer to the erect nub. A new chorus of whimpers and wanton noises leave Eunhyuk’s mouth when Donghae surprises him with a change of tactics, licking a trail from one nipple to the other and breathing a hot gush of air onto it, biting his lip to suppress his smirk at the sounds exiting his lover’s mouth.
“Stop - teasing,” chokes out Eunhyuk, his own fingers working the fly of his pants, having trouble shucking his pants with the stiff appendage making them too tight.
Donghae shakes his head, chuckling quietly. “You have to learn how to be patient, Hyukkie. Looks like I’m going to have to teach you how.” Stepping back from the other’s heaving chest, Donghae finally reaches up and unravels the tie from around his neck, a smile lighting up his face the whole time. The innocent spark in his eye remains as he moves quickly toward a stunned Eunhyuk and violently snatches a bony wrist in his vice-like grip, facing no struggle as he tightly secures his arms over his head, effectively tying the older to the chilly bar pressing obstinately against his exposed back.
“You like being tied up, don’t you?” asks Donghae demurely, his lips shyly lilting. How he managed to go from a husky voiced seducer to a innocent voiced one in a matter of seconds unnerved Eunhyuk, but didn’t stop the incessant pounding raging through his lower half.
He whimpers, pouting at Donghae. “Can you take my pants off, Hae?” His blonde hair is matted, sweat making it cling to his forehead, and his eyes are begging, pleading silently for Donghae to adhere to his request.
“Fine,” acquiesces the younger, fingers skimming the top of the waistband, eliciting a shiver from Eunhyuk. “Now ask again, but with a ‘please’ this time.”
Eunhyuk’s Adam’s apple bobs in his neck when his head leans back against the pole behind him, another desperate moan spilling past his lips. “Please, Hae-ah.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Eunhyuk lets an uncontrolled, breathless sound loose at the husky voice speaking directly into his ear just as his pants and boxers are tugged down in one shot, pooling around his ankles in a mess of fabric before he struggles to quickly kick it away. Sharp teeth scrape the sensitive area right by his ear before digging little markings onto the lobe and sucking on it, ripping a cry from Eunhyuk’s throat.
“T-touch me.”
Donghae torturously stops, and Eunhyuk wouldn’t be surprised if he sobs at the loss of contact.
“Please,” he adds pathetically, and Donghae’s hand is wrapped around his arousal in an instant, the heat of his skin diminishing by only a fraction at the cooler temperature of Donghae’s palm.
“You’re learning,” says Donghae, lips soon returning to Eunhyuk’s in a mash of swollen, sliding mouths and tongues curling and thrashing in unison. Donghae’s free hand is already roving down Eunhyuk’s back, the ultra-sensitivity of the area making the older shake in his arms. The fingers pumping the lead dancer’s pre-cum slicked cock tighten and gain speed as one digit drops between Eunhyuk’s cheeks, ghosting over his entrance.
“A-a-ah,” he moans in his lover’s mouth, bucking into Donghae’s fist when the finger teases and circles the rim of the hole but doesn’t breach the ring of muscles. A familiar feeling begins coiling, hot and swirling, in his stomach, and he knows he’s close.
“D-Donghae -”
His cock is immediately relinquished, and the presence near his hole disappears, but it isn’t even a second that he isn’t filled when three of Donghae’s fingers are shoved through his lips, his hasty, rude way of asking to be lubed.
Aiming to please, Eunhyuk keeps his eyes trained on the other’s as he sensually runs his tongue over the fingertips, swirling and licking down the sides of the digits, only shutting his eyes when he moans around the fingers now slowly moving in and out past his lips. He feels pride stir in the pit of his stomach when Donghae growls low in his chest at the sight of him letting his mouth be fucked by the aforementioned’s thin, perfect fingers, regretting when Donghae slips them out..
“You’re an obedient whore, aren’t you?” he coos in mock-sweetness, his dry hand roughly grabbing and turning Eunhyuk’s face down to his. The older feels aroused beyond coherence, so he lets Donghae handle him with little care, liking the uncharacteristic harsh inhibition Donghae is showing, just as he so craves.
“Yes,” Eunhyuk breathes out in agreement, his thighs quivering when Donghae shoots him his favorite uncaring smirk before kneeling down front of him, his hand trailing down the pale skin leading to Eunhyuk’s entrance. A sharp intake of breath and a bite to his lower lip later, Donghae’s fingers are thrust upwards into the clenching, pink hole, all three at once, giving Eunhyuk only seconds to adjust to the painful intrusion before they’re moving. He grinds down on them in an attempt to gain pleasure from the slightly inconsiderate stretching, but an entirely different sensation has him calling out his lover’s name.
His wrists are starting to ache and itch from the scratchy, tightly knotted tie, his arms hurt from being suspended for so long, and his back is cold and paining from the bar digging into the flesh, but the combined feeling of Donghae sucking hard on the head of his cock and the fingers quickly scissoring and teasing his sweet spot has Eunhyuk seeing bursts of color and waves of things that he can’t even identify.
As soon as Donghae’s actions are almost too much to bear, they’re gone again, but this time, Donghae’s moving swiftly, his erection being ignored for far too long, the need to have it out of his pants and in Eunhyuk’s sultry heat overpowering any desire to tease the boy anymore than he has too.
The slacks hit the floor in a slap of the belt against the ground, but Eunhyuk only has eyes for Donghae’s red-tinged cock as he returns to his position in front of him, lips meeting in another frenzied round of battling. Eunhyuk shudders for the nth time that night when Donghae’s hands trail down his sides, and it is all he could keep from screaming into the other’s hot mouth when their dicks are both gripped into Donghae’s grasp and stroked together.
Finally, Donghae is moaning right along with Eunhyuk, the sensation of their cocks rubbing together too much for the man to withstand. His tongue swipes along the roof of Eunhyuk’s mouth, along the seam of his lips, across the tissue-y insides of his cheeks, each eliciting a more violent reaction than the last. They quiver in each other’s arms, signaling for Donghae to hook Eunhyuk’s legs around his waist, shivering when their cocks enticingly brush against the other’s.
He positions himself at the hastily, roughly prepared entrance, glancing at the pallid set of Eunhyuk’s face as he braces himself for Donghae’s impending thrust upwards; the former isn’t disappointed, his call ringing out across the empty stage and resonating in the small cage as the tip of Donghae’s thrumming cock insistently pushes in, leaving him breathless and panting. He feels like his wrists are going to snap, all of his weight supported by the tie, until Donghae adjusts his hold on him, burying himself deeper in the man in the process.
Eunhyuk moans when Donghae brushes that elusive bundle within him, sparking a smile on the other’s face. “Do you like that?” he asks, thrusting once more, fully embedding himself in the other, groaning and throwing his head back at the suffocatingly wet heat, nails puncturing the flesh of Eunhyuk’s jutting hips as he holds them like a lifeline. “God, Hyukjae, you’re so tight.”
At that moment, Eunhyuk wants nothing more than to grip Donghae’s shoulder as the other fucks him against the increasingly freezing metal, but the tie prevents him from even twisting his wrists. He fights the restraints as Donghae shallowly pulls out and pushes back in, but the pleasure shooting through him makes the fact that his hands are tied practically unmemorable, and he lets them stay there as Donghae builds a steady pace.
“H-Harder,” he insists loudly, rolling his hips downwards, throat raw, mouth dry and constantly opened in a raunchy moan or silent scream.
“Of course you want it harder, slut,” Donghae says raspily into his ear, his thrusts growing more erratic, maintaining their fluidity, his dancers’ hips good for more than just undulating on stage. His breathing is ragged and heavy in Eunhyuk’s ear, the velvety heat encompassing his arousal making it hard to see straight.
Eunhyuk used to think that the concept of Donghae talking dirty was simply humorous; how could his innocent little fishy of a boyfriend possibly talk dirty, let alone understand the logistics of doing it? Yet now, here he is, about to be pushed over the edge solely by the purely disgusting, degrading words the younger is whispering in his ears and going straight to his cock.
Wrapped up in the pleasure and bliss as much as he is, Eunhyuk barely notices that Donghae has released his bonds, only realizing when he almost loses his balance in the others hold as he arches against Donghae’s chest, both the friction of their sweat-slicked upper halves meeting and the sensation of almost falling making him scream.
His hands gain purchase on Donghae’s broad shoulders as he’s properly fucked against the bars of the cage he had hated so much, but now thinks is the epitome of all things great, the force of their hips meeting together again and again rocking and shaking the round entrapment. His prostate is hit in such quick succession that the world is but a blur of white and then color and then nothing but Donghae as Eunhyuk finally comes, his release splattering across Donghae’s rippling torso. With a shout, his boyfriend follows only seconds later, the clenching of Eunhyuk’s muscles becoming unbearably tight around his sensitive cock.
They collapse on the floor of the cage, limbs overlapping and crossing in the space that is too small for two people to comfortably lay down in; even one person can’t possibly fit in a supine position across the cramped surface. There is too much sweat, and too much breathing, and too much of that scent of sex lingering in the air, but both are too tired to even think about moving, let alone understand what moving is.
Donghae is the first to move; he sits up, propping his back against the bars, looking down at Eunhyuk guiltily. Jagged nail marks line his hips, a red, vertical mark has been imprinted in his back from the bar, and his wrists are swollen and glowing crimson. Biting his lip, he pulls the exhausted boy into his arms, muttering apologies against the blonde hair.
“Shut up, Hae,” he murmurs, burrowing into the other’s warm arms, ignoring the cum making his elbow sticky. “I’m not mad at you. Why would I be? I wanted you to be rough with me.”
Donghae sighs, “I wasn’t going too overboard with the mean names or the bondage or anything?”
Eunhyuk laughs, his eyes dark and lustful when he gazes up at Donghae. “I loved it. I want to fuck you like that one day, Hae.”
The smirk is back on Donghae’s face, his fingers gently pinching the soft skin of Eunhyuk’s ass. “Maybe one day, but for now you’re my slutty little Hyukjae, got it?”
It isn’t until Eunhyuk is soon pressed against the floor of the cage, Donghae straddling him, that he responds, breathless and raspy, “Got it.”
A/N: Hope this wasn't a giant fail lol xP I just have a bit of a thing for submissive Hyukjae.
Pairing: Donghae/Eunhyuk
Genre: Smut, minor fluff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Eunhyuk likes when Donghae plays rough, even if the adorable little fishy is adverse to the idea every time Eunhyuk asks him of it. However, it doesn't mean that he's bad at it when it's requested, or that he wouldn't find something far too appealing with the idea of fucking Eunhyuk in the cage prop acquired for SS4...
Warning: Rough sex, minor bondage. Top!Hae. Submissive!Eunhyuk.
“Are you sure you want me to?”
“Why wouldn’t I be sure?”
“I don’t want to degrade you again -”
“I want you to treat me like that, just one more time. Please? I don’t find it degrading because I know you don’t mean it...”
“Fine, just this one last time.”
Hyukjae smiles slyly, giving Donghae a sweet peck on the lips before leaving the dorm, not hearing the dancer’s mutter to himself.
“Have fun with this, Donghae. It’s not every day your boyfriend requests rough sex...”
The cage is round, steel bars curving and securing the flat, large enclosed space in the middle, the gaps in the metal wide, but definitely not big enough to slip a body through. A dome lattices the top, rendering the standing room of the cage entrapping, the worst nightmare of anyone suffering from claustrophobia.
Eunhyuk is relieved that he’s not claustrophobic; he isn’t relieved, however, to be told by the coordinators of Super Show 4 that the cage that vaguely resembles some sort of death contraption will soon be levitated by a motley of wires and cords with him in it.
He can’t really protest too much; after all, he isn’t exactly funding the show, and if SM Entertainment thinks that every single fan girl out there will wet themselves over him in a cage, by Lee Soo Man he will be thrust into a goddamn cage.
Accepting his fate as graciously as he can takes a lot out of the blonde haired dancer, his eyes strained and falsely shimmering as he bows to the director of the special effects, trying not to glance at the hastening crew members maneuvering the ball of steel onto the middle of the stage. It stays there until tomorrow when the same men would hook it to the high, rafted ceiling, where Eunhyuk predicts his premature death will inevitably occur.
He misses the predatory glint that gradually appears in the eye of a particular dancer, too caught up in his own internal misery to glimpse the way the other toys with his bottom lip with his teeth, examining the cage with a piqued interest.
The others rush to their dressing rooms after a cursory tour of the backstage area of the arena, vague, tired mutters of Starcraft and food and turtles floating along with the exhausted group. Eunhyuk is grateful to reach the peace and quiet of his personal little room, wasting no time in collapsing onto the couch and rubbing at his eyes, still lamenting his impending loss of life with his soon approaching flight in that stupid cage. A knock on his dressing room door jolts him from his disgruntled musings with a groan.
“What?”
The door cracks open at his grumpy acceptance of the visitor, the head poking in revealing the intruder to be a innocently smiling Donghae, still fully clothed in the slacks and button-up shirt that they have been wearing all day after an onslaught of promotional activities. His skinny tie hangs limply around his neck, loosened and tugged at, and his sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, the tanned, defined forearms making Eunhyuk raise his head for a better look.
“You sound like you’re a bad mood,” observes Donghae, his shiny, patent leather shoes silent against the carpeted floor as he saunters over to the beige couch where Eunhyuk is reclining, his backside pushing Eunhyuk’s body to over to make space for him to sit.
Eunhyuk scowls in response. “I don’t want to be tossed into a cage. The one at the MAMAs wasn’t too bad, I guess, but this one is full out... I don’t know, dominatrix style,” he complains, pouting.
Donghae laughs under his breath, something about the low, darkly amused chuckle sending a fluttering shiver down Eunhyuk’s spine. “When you say it like that, you make me hate it too,” he responds, turning in his seat to get a better angle at which to look at the other.
An eyebrow is raised at Donghae’s statement. “Why do you hate it, too?” asks Eunhyuk, the note of confusion in his voice making Donghae smile.
“Because no one but me should have the privilege to see you like that, locked in a cage, grinding and dancing like the little whore that you are. If you were in dominatrix gear, it’d be all the better.” The suddenly lustful, husky quality of Donghae’s voice makes Eunhyuk’s blood race hot in veins, fiery in its descent southward, a few vestiges of it reddening his cheeks in pleasure, excitement, and a faint remnant of shyness .
“Well, I -” Eunhyuk isn’t even sure what he exactly had planned on saying when Donghae’s hand presses against the front of his pants, a single finger caressing the teeth of the zipper, a smirk tilting the left side of his mouth upwards. “We can’t. The vans will be l-leaving,” stutters Eunhyuk feebly, hissing when Donghae pinches a nipple through his dress shirt while the other hand continues working his slowly hardening cock, palming it roughly through the material.
“Oh, don’t worry. I told them to leave without us, that we just wanted to tour the arena a little bit more. They bought it, of course,” he smiles reassuringly, the fingers formerly tweaking and twisting a nipple skimming the smooth fabric of his top as it heads southward, making quick work of removing the shirt from the waistband of Eunhyuk’s tight slacks.
Eunhyuk arches into Donghae’s hand, a whine growing in his throat when the mischievously grinning man suddenly pulls away, instead interlacing their hands and pulling Eunhyuk from the couch. “We won’t be doing anything in the dressing room today,” he says in a voice much unlike his usual one, leading the more than willing man from the room.
“Where are we going?” he questions shakily, winded from Donghae’s ministrations, absently making sure his pants are buttoned, that his throbbing crotch is hidden from plain view, and his shirt isn’t too wrinkled as they pass bustling and frazzled workers in their journey down the hallway, bowing briefly to each one they pass before Donghae tugs at Eunhyuk’s cold hand again.
Donghae’s eyes convey a quiet, shining mystery with a single glance at Eunhyuk’s anxious, but trusting, face. “You’ll see,” is all he utters, tightening his grip on his lover’s bony fingers as they avoid a ranting light director as she hurries by with an overflowing box, the narrow, florescent bulb lit corridor unable to accommodate so many people.
“No need to look so worried,” says Donghae in that same low, almost taunting tone, squeezing the hand in his grasp. Eunhyuk smiles and blinks weakly in return, an anticipating thrum soaring through his body at what Donghae can have possibly rattled up for them.
The hallway’s traffic gets exponentially thinner until it’s gone altogether, and they emerge in the dark backstage area, their surroundings indecipherable in the absence of light.
“Backstage?” asked Eunhyuk, bewildered. “Are we going to have sex with a mass of appliances next to us?”
Even though he can’t see the younger, he knows that he’s rolling his eyes in that rather immature way of his. “Of course not, Hyukkie. You underestimate me. Even though you shouldn’t.” There’s a threat for what’s around the corner layering his statement, but Eunhyuk doesn’t say anything, preferring to let the silence settle in as they wind through the lumps of what are definitely speakers and risers and other equipment. He doesn’t really notice these meaningless things, only registering the way Donghae’s breath is speeding up along with the rapidity of their walk, a sign of his excitement.
Eunhyuk is dismayed when they finally walk out onto the stage, that infernal cage jumping into his line of vision. He has less than a second to brood over how much he hates the god forsaken thing when he is suddenly pushed harshly against it, the metal connecting with the pointy bone of his elbow, the wince that leaves his mouth swallowed by another set of warm lips and a tongue.
The pain spiking his arm is insignificant when Donghae is ravaging him the way he is; his tongue is unrelenting and belligerent as it jabs and swirls rather than slides and caresses, refusing to even consider letting Eunhyuk win the inevitable fight for dominance. A hand forces his head back, their lips clashing almost painfully, saliva dripping down their chins without their knowledge or remotest care. He hears the rattling, clinking noise of a chain being removed, and feels the movement of the cage as the door to it is swung open. Breath rushes into his lungs when Donghae jerks away from the bruising kiss, only to have it knocked out of him again when he is roughly directed into the confines of the detestable metal ball.
Donghae grins smugly as he closes the noisy door behind him, eyes unblinking and prideful as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, interestedly eyeing the slumped over, deeply breathing form of Eunhyuk, his back flat across the cylindrical poles of steel and arms spread, fingers clutching the bars. The blonde maintains the eye contact, lids half-closed and heavy when Donghae finally urges his shirt from his shoulders, revealing the enviable expanse of creamy, smooth skin, his tie still slung around his neck. The fabric drops to the floor with a silent flutter that goes unheard by both of them when Eunhyuk suddenly moves forward, latching onto the loose hanging tie to feverishly yank Donghae’s lips back onto his.
"I've always wanted to fuck you in a cage," Donghae breathes against those plump, pink lips, pushing Eunhyuk against the cold metal. The blonde shudders, the feeling of Donghae’s hips angled and pressed tightly onto his own making him dizzy with want. His eyes slip shut when Donghae’s mouth abandons his in favor of laving at his jawline, sucking at a patch of prominent bone until it’s reddened, a mark of his passion for the other. Gasping against the porcelain skin, Donghae works the buttons of Eunhyuk’s shirt as quickly as he can while lavishing the dipped hollow of his neck, the sweat-beaded flesh both salty and bitter on his tongue, only stopping his actions when he’s satisfied with another purplish swelling of skin inflicted by his mouth.
Eunhyuk’s breathy, gasping moans are heavenly in his ears as he finally succeeds in ripping the shirt from the other’s sticky, lanky chest and brutally latches his teeth around one of Eunhyuk’s deliciously pink nipples, soothing his bites with a swirl of his tongue. Fingers thread in his hair, his nose bumping into the hard planes of the older’s chest as his mouth is forced impossibly closer to the erect nub. A new chorus of whimpers and wanton noises leave Eunhyuk’s mouth when Donghae surprises him with a change of tactics, licking a trail from one nipple to the other and breathing a hot gush of air onto it, biting his lip to suppress his smirk at the sounds exiting his lover’s mouth.
“Stop - teasing,” chokes out Eunhyuk, his own fingers working the fly of his pants, having trouble shucking his pants with the stiff appendage making them too tight.
Donghae shakes his head, chuckling quietly. “You have to learn how to be patient, Hyukkie. Looks like I’m going to have to teach you how.” Stepping back from the other’s heaving chest, Donghae finally reaches up and unravels the tie from around his neck, a smile lighting up his face the whole time. The innocent spark in his eye remains as he moves quickly toward a stunned Eunhyuk and violently snatches a bony wrist in his vice-like grip, facing no struggle as he tightly secures his arms over his head, effectively tying the older to the chilly bar pressing obstinately against his exposed back.
“You like being tied up, don’t you?” asks Donghae demurely, his lips shyly lilting. How he managed to go from a husky voiced seducer to a innocent voiced one in a matter of seconds unnerved Eunhyuk, but didn’t stop the incessant pounding raging through his lower half.
He whimpers, pouting at Donghae. “Can you take my pants off, Hae?” His blonde hair is matted, sweat making it cling to his forehead, and his eyes are begging, pleading silently for Donghae to adhere to his request.
“Fine,” acquiesces the younger, fingers skimming the top of the waistband, eliciting a shiver from Eunhyuk. “Now ask again, but with a ‘please’ this time.”
Eunhyuk’s Adam’s apple bobs in his neck when his head leans back against the pole behind him, another desperate moan spilling past his lips. “Please, Hae-ah.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Eunhyuk lets an uncontrolled, breathless sound loose at the husky voice speaking directly into his ear just as his pants and boxers are tugged down in one shot, pooling around his ankles in a mess of fabric before he struggles to quickly kick it away. Sharp teeth scrape the sensitive area right by his ear before digging little markings onto the lobe and sucking on it, ripping a cry from Eunhyuk’s throat.
“T-touch me.”
Donghae torturously stops, and Eunhyuk wouldn’t be surprised if he sobs at the loss of contact.
“Please,” he adds pathetically, and Donghae’s hand is wrapped around his arousal in an instant, the heat of his skin diminishing by only a fraction at the cooler temperature of Donghae’s palm.
“You’re learning,” says Donghae, lips soon returning to Eunhyuk’s in a mash of swollen, sliding mouths and tongues curling and thrashing in unison. Donghae’s free hand is already roving down Eunhyuk’s back, the ultra-sensitivity of the area making the older shake in his arms. The fingers pumping the lead dancer’s pre-cum slicked cock tighten and gain speed as one digit drops between Eunhyuk’s cheeks, ghosting over his entrance.
“A-a-ah,” he moans in his lover’s mouth, bucking into Donghae’s fist when the finger teases and circles the rim of the hole but doesn’t breach the ring of muscles. A familiar feeling begins coiling, hot and swirling, in his stomach, and he knows he’s close.
“D-Donghae -”
His cock is immediately relinquished, and the presence near his hole disappears, but it isn’t even a second that he isn’t filled when three of Donghae’s fingers are shoved through his lips, his hasty, rude way of asking to be lubed.
Aiming to please, Eunhyuk keeps his eyes trained on the other’s as he sensually runs his tongue over the fingertips, swirling and licking down the sides of the digits, only shutting his eyes when he moans around the fingers now slowly moving in and out past his lips. He feels pride stir in the pit of his stomach when Donghae growls low in his chest at the sight of him letting his mouth be fucked by the aforementioned’s thin, perfect fingers, regretting when Donghae slips them out..
“You’re an obedient whore, aren’t you?” he coos in mock-sweetness, his dry hand roughly grabbing and turning Eunhyuk’s face down to his. The older feels aroused beyond coherence, so he lets Donghae handle him with little care, liking the uncharacteristic harsh inhibition Donghae is showing, just as he so craves.
“Yes,” Eunhyuk breathes out in agreement, his thighs quivering when Donghae shoots him his favorite uncaring smirk before kneeling down front of him, his hand trailing down the pale skin leading to Eunhyuk’s entrance. A sharp intake of breath and a bite to his lower lip later, Donghae’s fingers are thrust upwards into the clenching, pink hole, all three at once, giving Eunhyuk only seconds to adjust to the painful intrusion before they’re moving. He grinds down on them in an attempt to gain pleasure from the slightly inconsiderate stretching, but an entirely different sensation has him calling out his lover’s name.
His wrists are starting to ache and itch from the scratchy, tightly knotted tie, his arms hurt from being suspended for so long, and his back is cold and paining from the bar digging into the flesh, but the combined feeling of Donghae sucking hard on the head of his cock and the fingers quickly scissoring and teasing his sweet spot has Eunhyuk seeing bursts of color and waves of things that he can’t even identify.
As soon as Donghae’s actions are almost too much to bear, they’re gone again, but this time, Donghae’s moving swiftly, his erection being ignored for far too long, the need to have it out of his pants and in Eunhyuk’s sultry heat overpowering any desire to tease the boy anymore than he has too.
The slacks hit the floor in a slap of the belt against the ground, but Eunhyuk only has eyes for Donghae’s red-tinged cock as he returns to his position in front of him, lips meeting in another frenzied round of battling. Eunhyuk shudders for the nth time that night when Donghae’s hands trail down his sides, and it is all he could keep from screaming into the other’s hot mouth when their dicks are both gripped into Donghae’s grasp and stroked together.
Finally, Donghae is moaning right along with Eunhyuk, the sensation of their cocks rubbing together too much for the man to withstand. His tongue swipes along the roof of Eunhyuk’s mouth, along the seam of his lips, across the tissue-y insides of his cheeks, each eliciting a more violent reaction than the last. They quiver in each other’s arms, signaling for Donghae to hook Eunhyuk’s legs around his waist, shivering when their cocks enticingly brush against the other’s.
He positions himself at the hastily, roughly prepared entrance, glancing at the pallid set of Eunhyuk’s face as he braces himself for Donghae’s impending thrust upwards; the former isn’t disappointed, his call ringing out across the empty stage and resonating in the small cage as the tip of Donghae’s thrumming cock insistently pushes in, leaving him breathless and panting. He feels like his wrists are going to snap, all of his weight supported by the tie, until Donghae adjusts his hold on him, burying himself deeper in the man in the process.
Eunhyuk moans when Donghae brushes that elusive bundle within him, sparking a smile on the other’s face. “Do you like that?” he asks, thrusting once more, fully embedding himself in the other, groaning and throwing his head back at the suffocatingly wet heat, nails puncturing the flesh of Eunhyuk’s jutting hips as he holds them like a lifeline. “God, Hyukjae, you’re so tight.”
At that moment, Eunhyuk wants nothing more than to grip Donghae’s shoulder as the other fucks him against the increasingly freezing metal, but the tie prevents him from even twisting his wrists. He fights the restraints as Donghae shallowly pulls out and pushes back in, but the pleasure shooting through him makes the fact that his hands are tied practically unmemorable, and he lets them stay there as Donghae builds a steady pace.
“H-Harder,” he insists loudly, rolling his hips downwards, throat raw, mouth dry and constantly opened in a raunchy moan or silent scream.
“Of course you want it harder, slut,” Donghae says raspily into his ear, his thrusts growing more erratic, maintaining their fluidity, his dancers’ hips good for more than just undulating on stage. His breathing is ragged and heavy in Eunhyuk’s ear, the velvety heat encompassing his arousal making it hard to see straight.
Eunhyuk used to think that the concept of Donghae talking dirty was simply humorous; how could his innocent little fishy of a boyfriend possibly talk dirty, let alone understand the logistics of doing it? Yet now, here he is, about to be pushed over the edge solely by the purely disgusting, degrading words the younger is whispering in his ears and going straight to his cock.
Wrapped up in the pleasure and bliss as much as he is, Eunhyuk barely notices that Donghae has released his bonds, only realizing when he almost loses his balance in the others hold as he arches against Donghae’s chest, both the friction of their sweat-slicked upper halves meeting and the sensation of almost falling making him scream.
His hands gain purchase on Donghae’s broad shoulders as he’s properly fucked against the bars of the cage he had hated so much, but now thinks is the epitome of all things great, the force of their hips meeting together again and again rocking and shaking the round entrapment. His prostate is hit in such quick succession that the world is but a blur of white and then color and then nothing but Donghae as Eunhyuk finally comes, his release splattering across Donghae’s rippling torso. With a shout, his boyfriend follows only seconds later, the clenching of Eunhyuk’s muscles becoming unbearably tight around his sensitive cock.
They collapse on the floor of the cage, limbs overlapping and crossing in the space that is too small for two people to comfortably lay down in; even one person can’t possibly fit in a supine position across the cramped surface. There is too much sweat, and too much breathing, and too much of that scent of sex lingering in the air, but both are too tired to even think about moving, let alone understand what moving is.
Donghae is the first to move; he sits up, propping his back against the bars, looking down at Eunhyuk guiltily. Jagged nail marks line his hips, a red, vertical mark has been imprinted in his back from the bar, and his wrists are swollen and glowing crimson. Biting his lip, he pulls the exhausted boy into his arms, muttering apologies against the blonde hair.
“Shut up, Hae,” he murmurs, burrowing into the other’s warm arms, ignoring the cum making his elbow sticky. “I’m not mad at you. Why would I be? I wanted you to be rough with me.”
Donghae sighs, “I wasn’t going too overboard with the mean names or the bondage or anything?”
Eunhyuk laughs, his eyes dark and lustful when he gazes up at Donghae. “I loved it. I want to fuck you like that one day, Hae.”
The smirk is back on Donghae’s face, his fingers gently pinching the soft skin of Eunhyuk’s ass. “Maybe one day, but for now you’re my slutty little Hyukjae, got it?”
It isn’t until Eunhyuk is soon pressed against the floor of the cage, Donghae straddling him, that he responds, breathless and raspy, “Got it.”
A/N: Hope this wasn't a giant fail lol xP I just have a bit of a thing for submissive Hyukjae.