the first, the last, and everything in between; [donghae/kyuhyun]

Oct 26, 2009 22:09

the first, the last, and everything in between
donghae/kyuhyun; nc-17
1,466 words
Summary: Donghae and Kyuhyun do it in the back of the company limousine. So I actually started this sometime ago and only finished it now, after being inspired by thundersquall and loveisonthemenu, though on the hotness scale, this really doesn't measure up to their porn. :| I TRIED, GAIS.

Donghae is Kyuhyun's first crush.

He has always known this, lingering in the back of his mind whenever the other man was around, whenever his eyes focused solely on him in the middle of a thick crowd of bustling staff and members. That first time Donghae took his hand and led him towards the other members, when he was new and afraid but didn't want to show it, is when he started to have these pesky little feelings, and it never went away, not really.

"What are you good at?" Donghae had asked then, eyes wide and probing.

At anything you want me to be good at, he was going to say, but caught himself just in time. "Singing," he'd said instead, looking away as a blush crept up his cheeks.

And now, years later, here he is with Donghae, sharp and polished at their third album release party. They sit beside each other at one end of the table. He clenches his fist and feels the smooth cobbles of his knuckles brush some warm part of Donghae's hand, but he couldn't look to see where. Donghae leans in to whisper, and he can taste the tang of his breath in the air.

"This is boring me to tears," he says, voice dropping to a low whisper. "Let's get out, yeah?"

He's careful to keep a straight face even as he nods minutely. "Okay," he murmurs, and before he knows it, Donghae is already faking a pained groan with a hand dramatically stuck to his forehead. When he looks at him in wonder, Donghae winks at him, before groaning even louder and catching the attention of nearly all the members who aren't too busy hobnobbing with the press.

"He's sick, hyung," he lies smoothly through his teeth as Leeteuk and Kangin look over Donghae with worried eyes. "Migraine. Can we go home a bit earlier?"

As soon as they enter the company limousine and the driver rolls up the windows, Donghae loosens his tie and graces him with a playful smirk. He takes off his suit jacket and unbuttons his dress shirt, and he takes in the sinews, the strong twisting muscles cording over his forearms. Donghae's persistent working out over the years seemed to have an effect - and how - and he can only keep himself from gaping so much before Donghae leans forward.

"That look can't be good," he says, laughing, only stopping as Donghae presses warm lips to his. He feels incredibly overdressed now that Donghae's naked chest is above him, but Donghae soon takes care of the problem with a few well-timed flicks of a hand.

He parts his mouth slightly at first, then a bit more to invite Donghae's taste, enough to feel the other man's heat seep through to him. He closes his eyes as the kiss deepens, wrapping his arms around Donghae's back to steady himself as the car lurches forward on a particularly large hump on the road. The back of his head hits the window, but Donghae's hand on his waist keeps the rest of his body forward. It makes him blush a little, despite the fact that they've done this too many times to count, to hear the soft, slick sounds his mouth makes beneath Donghae's.

They kiss until Donghae palms the hardness through his trousers, now impossibly tight and begging for release. The friction is simply too much, and he moans wantonly until Donghae's dark gaze takes pity on him, his hand finally snaking inside his boxers.

"Donghae-hyung..." Kyuhyun whimpers, and he realizes belatedly how embarrassing the sound is when Donghae looks up at him, the corner of his lips twitching into an amused smile. "P-please..."

"Where do you want me?" Donghae whispers, licking his lips teasingly, moving downward even further, his other free hand sliding his trousers down his knees.

"W-we have to hurry up, the dorm's like ten minutes away - oh -" Kyuhyun pants, clutching at Donghae's shoulders, hands moving up the back of his neck as Donghae's mouth engulfs his erection, sending bursts of pleasure shooting up his spine and making him dizzy with want.

Donghae's quiet bobbing up and down on his erection stills, and he releases his length with a soft 'pop.' His lips are red and swollen and there's stray precome on the corner of his lips as he thumbs the tip of Kyuhyun's erection with an impish smile. "You still didn't answer my question. Where do you want me?"

Kyuhyun is smart, he always is. He plays his cards close to his chest, picks his moves and words with ease and grace that others find it both fascinating and troubling. As the youngest in both his family and the group, he's entitled to being rather spoiled despite the supposed maturity, and he knows, oh he knows how to get what he wants.

"Above me," he says, and Donghae moves up to straddle him, hands on either side of the cushioned seat as he closes his eyes and bucks forward. Then Donghae's hand is on his collarbone, his tongue scraping over his neck, nipping, licking, sucking with abandon.

"All over me," he says, and Donghae's wet fingers, coated from the lube he'd somehow gotten out of his pocket earlier, are splayed beneath him, ghosting light touches over his opening. From beneath glazed eyes, he sees Donghae wriggling out of his boxers, his erection standing hard and glistening.

"Inside me," he says, and Donghae releases an animalistic growl, one that has his fingertips carving red crescents on Donghae's naked back as he enters him, fast and rough and without the usual tenderness of their romps in the safety of their bedroom.

"T-that's a good answer," Donghae breathes as he writhes against him, hips bucking forward into Kyuhyun's, thrusting into him in quick jabs. It hurt at first, it always did, but a few more thrusts and Kyuhyun is throwing his head back into the seat, eyes rolling up in his head as his fingers dig into Donghae's biceps. His long legs, partially hoisted on Donghae's shoulders, push against the window as he finally he feels it hit right there and he loses all rationality. He fists a hand into Donghae's hair and ruthlessly ravages his mouth, muffling both their moans, and he presses hard enough to know they'll both have swollen lips for hours, proof to all the world of their frenzied cavorting.

"Fuck yes, fuck," he chokes out once their lips pull apart, and he really can't last much longer if Donghae timed his thrusts to their soft, labored breathing. He begs, and he will blush later to remember the words spilling from his lips. He's never really quiet during sex (Donghae and some of the members can attest to this), and the feeling of being filled to the brim has him spouting stream after stream of filth, demanding more more more of his cock, faster, deeper, oh god, oh fuck.

With a hoarse cry, Donghae slides out of him and comes on his stomach, gasping as he lets himself fall on top of him. A minute later, Kyuhyun rides on the wave of his own orgasm, wave after wave of seemingly interminable pleasure running in his bloodstream and straight to his head, clutching at Donghae's shoulders as if it were his last lifeline, clouding his sense of everything else with the haze of the afterglow.

Donghae smiles, lazy and content, and kisses him once on the mouth before handing him his clothes. As they hurriedly wipe the mess up with a spare napkin Donghae stole off the press party caterers, Kyuhyun thinks that it's things like these that make Donghae unmistakable, unforgettable.

They stumble together into the dormitory, and when Kyuhyun turns around after stepping into their room, Donghae's hands are on either side of his head, effectively trapping him into the wall.

"Ready for a round two yet?" Donghae says with a feral smile, and kisses him, slow and tender, and each time he shifts the angle of the kiss Kyuhyun feels the earth lurch sideways, slipping off its axis.

"You're fucking insatiable," Kyuhyun says as he pushes at Donghae's shoulders until he's reversed their positions, Donghae now leaning against the wall, his palms pushing into Kyuhyun's hips.

Donghae is Kyuhyun's first crush, his first love, his first time. And though he may look the other way sometimes, it's Donghae, always Donghae whom he comes back to. It's Donghae whom he sings to, whom he loves and fucks and gets fucked by and hopes for and dreams with. He always knew he could sink into his touch and die there. So he does, and the world is none the wiser.

- end -
end notes: this is actually part of a long-ish fic I'd planned that had both qmi and kyuhae, hence the line at the end implying that kyuhyun strays. however, i have little confidence in that fic, so i'll just settle on spamming you all with this one.

pairing: donghae/kyuhyun, group: super junior

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