02. drabble dump #1
kyuhae, kyuhae everywhere. three tumblr requests and a drabble i wrote in 5 minutes.
a/n i cant write im sorry
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01. tighty whities
kyuhyun grips donghae's wrists, "no, no, no," he pleads, trying to push him away.
donghae's rough and careless, his eyes are clouded with lust as he pulls the child-sized tighty whities up kyuhyun's thighs, earning sighs from the younger. kyuhyun stops struggling and instead starts weeping silently, his eyes never leaving donghae's.
"good boy," donghae says, smirking at the other when the first tears roll down his cheeks. he kisses them away gently and kyuhyun's weeps turn into sobs. "it hurts, it really does," he chokes on the tears caught in his throat (the spiky, leather collar donghae tied tightly around his throat makes it hard to breathe and swallow), "please, please stop, d-dongh-"
donghae grips kyuhyun's hands, rises them above his head and ties them to the bed with a rope.
"be good for me," donghae hovers over kyuhyun's tiny body and bites his collarbone.
the boy is beautiful. his bony chest rises and falls, donghae finds himself mesmerized by the sharp motion. his neck muscles are strained, his skin is red, beautifully covered in purple spots and teeth marks.
(donghae can hear kyuhyun begging somewhere in the background)
"and i'll make you feel good in return," he whispers into the younger's ear.
kyuhyun spreads his legs widely (the tighty whities reveal a little bit of pale skin and donghae bites his lower lip).
"take them off, please, it hurts," he whispers, almost as if he knows it's useless. (donghae will have his way, he always does. he's powerful and rough and kyuhyun doesn't entirely hate it)
02. kyuhae talking about each other's dicks in a romantic way
“i’d take your dick on a date,” kyuhyun says the morning after while his legs are still tangled up with donghae’s. “i’d order expensive wine and kiss it now and then.”
donghae looks horrified. “when we’re finished, i’d pay for the meal and take it home and maybe your dick would invite me inside,”
kyuhyun finds himself tracing invisible lines on donghae’s chest, “and then,” he hovers over donghae’s body and bites his lip, “then, i’d make love to it until my body gave up,” donghae smiles and puckers his lips, kyuhyun leans in and kisses him gently.
“i’d marry yours,” donghae replies between lazy kisses and kyuhyun laughs under his breath.
“of course you would.”
03. kyuhae, eyeliner (during mama 2012).
“eyeliner doesn’t suit you,” donghae replies when kyuhyun asks him shyly if he looks okay (5 more minutes, somebody yells into his earpiece), because, hell, thousands of people are going to watch him perform, kyuhyun doesn’t want to look like an oompa loompa.
“oh, all right,” kyuhyun stutters sadly and rubs his eyelid, hoping the eyeliner will come off because now he’s embarrassed and sad and can we just get it over with?
but then donghae catches him by the wrist and tells him (jokingly?) “it makes you look too good, i might actually get turned on,” and he laughs and kyuhyun’s face is red and they have to perform (go, go, go, the same voice yells) and he just wishes the earth would swallow him because he does not want to deal with this.
later that night, when he’s all alone, kyuhyun stares at the eyeliner pencil he bought on impulse.
at 3 a.m. he’s able to actually use it the right way, and an hour later he’s happy with the result.
at 4:10 a.m. he knocks on donghae’s door. (three hours later, his eyeliner is smudged up and he’s never felt more handsome)
04. kyuhae in bed after a whole night of kinky sex
donghae wakes up to the sound of kyuhyun’s loud (somewhat angelic) snoring. he smiles and takes in the beautiful view; the sheets have moved only to reveal a cute, round ass (red, abused, beautifully bruised), milky thighs (rope marks look great on them, donghae thinks) and then his eyes wonder to his arm, which is cutely gripping donghae’s stomach, and back to his face.
“goofd morngifn,” kyuhyun seems to say into his pillow, donghae isn’t sure. he smiles at the scarred cheeks and pecks them gently, he whispers meaningless phrases into kyuhyun’s ear, like “good morning” and “you’re beautiful” and something akin to “i love you”.
a/n i cant write im sorry
comments make me happy ; v ;
01. tighty whities
kyuhyun grips donghae's wrists, "no, no, no," he pleads, trying to push him away.
donghae's rough and careless, his eyes are clouded with lust as he pulls the child-sized tighty whities up kyuhyun's thighs, earning sighs from the younger. kyuhyun stops struggling and instead starts weeping silently, his eyes never leaving donghae's.
"good boy," donghae says, smirking at the other when the first tears roll down his cheeks. he kisses them away gently and kyuhyun's weeps turn into sobs. "it hurts, it really does," he chokes on the tears caught in his throat (the spiky, leather collar donghae tied tightly around his throat makes it hard to breathe and swallow), "please, please stop, d-dongh-"
donghae grips kyuhyun's hands, rises them above his head and ties them to the bed with a rope.
"be good for me," donghae hovers over kyuhyun's tiny body and bites his collarbone.
the boy is beautiful. his bony chest rises and falls, donghae finds himself mesmerized by the sharp motion. his neck muscles are strained, his skin is red, beautifully covered in purple spots and teeth marks.
(donghae can hear kyuhyun begging somewhere in the background)
"and i'll make you feel good in return," he whispers into the younger's ear.
kyuhyun spreads his legs widely (the tighty whities reveal a little bit of pale skin and donghae bites his lower lip).
"take them off, please, it hurts," he whispers, almost as if he knows it's useless. (donghae will have his way, he always does. he's powerful and rough and kyuhyun doesn't entirely hate it)
02. kyuhae talking about each other's dicks in a romantic way
“i’d take your dick on a date,” kyuhyun says the morning after while his legs are still tangled up with donghae’s. “i’d order expensive wine and kiss it now and then.”
donghae looks horrified. “when we’re finished, i’d pay for the meal and take it home and maybe your dick would invite me inside,”
kyuhyun finds himself tracing invisible lines on donghae’s chest, “and then,” he hovers over donghae’s body and bites his lip, “then, i’d make love to it until my body gave up,” donghae smiles and puckers his lips, kyuhyun leans in and kisses him gently.
“i’d marry yours,” donghae replies between lazy kisses and kyuhyun laughs under his breath.
“of course you would.”
03. kyuhae, eyeliner (during mama 2012).
“eyeliner doesn’t suit you,” donghae replies when kyuhyun asks him shyly if he looks okay (5 more minutes, somebody yells into his earpiece), because, hell, thousands of people are going to watch him perform, kyuhyun doesn’t want to look like an oompa loompa.
“oh, all right,” kyuhyun stutters sadly and rubs his eyelid, hoping the eyeliner will come off because now he’s embarrassed and sad and can we just get it over with?
but then donghae catches him by the wrist and tells him (jokingly?) “it makes you look too good, i might actually get turned on,” and he laughs and kyuhyun’s face is red and they have to perform (go, go, go, the same voice yells) and he just wishes the earth would swallow him because he does not want to deal with this.
later that night, when he’s all alone, kyuhyun stares at the eyeliner pencil he bought on impulse.
at 3 a.m. he’s able to actually use it the right way, and an hour later he’s happy with the result.
at 4:10 a.m. he knocks on donghae’s door. (three hours later, his eyeliner is smudged up and he’s never felt more handsome)
04. kyuhae in bed after a whole night of kinky sex
donghae wakes up to the sound of kyuhyun’s loud (somewhat angelic) snoring. he smiles and takes in the beautiful view; the sheets have moved only to reveal a cute, round ass (red, abused, beautifully bruised), milky thighs (rope marks look great on them, donghae thinks) and then his eyes wonder to his arm, which is cutely gripping donghae’s stomach, and back to his face.
“goofd morngifn,” kyuhyun seems to say into his pillow, donghae isn’t sure. he smiles at the scarred cheeks and pecks them gently, he whispers meaningless phrases into kyuhyun’s ear, like “good morning” and “you’re beautiful” and something akin to “i love you”.