Rise Apocalypse: Chapter 11
Yeah so this is the most NC-17 chapter yet.
Oh, and don't skip the last 1,000 words, even if you're not into it.
They decided to stay with Kangin and his Timechasers. They weren’t sure when they would set off again for Aethere, but they both decided they needed a break from traveling and Kangin seemed more than happy to welcome them. His manor was too big and too empty, a few guests would be welcome. To earn the kindness his people were showing them, Hae and Hyuk decided to lend their strength to the upkeep and maintenance of the Disanji farms. There were five farms, all encompassed completely by wide, climate-creating domes: one for cows and the production of meat, leather and dairy; one for sheep and pigs for the gathering of wool and meat; one for chicken and the harvesting of eggs, meat and plumage; one for grain; one for vegetables and roots. It was the first time Donghae and Eunhyuk had ever seen livestock and they were fascinated to learn exactly how the products they used on a daily basis were cultivated and made.
Donghae was excited and enthusiastic, asking questions about everything to everyone he came across. What did the animals eat and how much? How did they reproduce? How long did it take for corn to grow and be ready for harvest? How did they harvest the wheat and rice? Eunhyuk especially enjoyed spending time with the cows and pigs. More often than not, Hae would come around the corner pushing a wheelbarrow full of hay to find Hyuk smiling and talking to one of the cows as he milked her. Later on, back in the comfort and privacy of their room, he’d teased Hyuk about it, saying that he showed the pigs more affection than he did Hae.
It was soon learned that the Timechasers kept human slaves, although Hae and Hyuk rarely, if ever, saw them. It was not unheard of for Ipsuren to keep human slaves, although Hae hadn’t been faced with this harsh reality since leaving the Gutter and it deeply unsettled him. Hyuk didn’t seem to care that much, shrugging his shoulders when Hae ranted about it. We’re the superior race, he’d said. If we want to enslave them, we can. At least they’re not in the Gutter anymore, right?
All of their expenses were paid for by Kangin. Their faces were recognized around Altair and anything they bought in shops, taverns and bars were put on a tab and sent straight to The Manor. One night, after having been in the city for about two weeks, they were walking down the lantern-lit streets, coming back from a smoke bar. Hyuk, as usual, hadn’t participated in the intoxication, but he’d been pleasant company regardless and Hae was happy to have him there. Traveling back on narrow sidewalks, Hae’s high had abated, leaving him with only a slight buzz. He was light and cheerful, humming quietly as they walked, Hyuk in silence.
“You’re a total ditz when you smoke,” Hyuk had said at some point that night. “Anyone could take advantage of you.”
Hae had thrown his arm around Hyuk’s neck and pulled their faces close. “What if I want someone to take advantage of me?”
“Not happening, not while I’m around.”
Hae had tilted his head around to Hyuk’s ear, his lips finding the soft flesh of his earlobe and the stripe of skin beneath it. “What if that someone was you?”
Hae remembered the way Hyuk had kissed him then, wrapping his arms around Hae’s waist and pulling him onto his lap so Hae’s legs straddled it, one on each side. Hae loved the way the smoke perfumed the air with flowers and spices, getting in Hyuk’s hair and skin so they both smelled sweet even after they’d left the bar. He loved the way his skin burned when he smoked, every touch making the nerves under his skin tingle individually, one by one, so he felt them all. And Hyuk’s saliva had been so cool as it mixed with Hae’s, burning up.
Even coming down, he was still on fire. Reaching out to his right, he found Hyuk’s hand and tugged him over the side of some store where he pushed him back against the wall and tried to find his lips in the darkness with only the streetlight to guide him. Everything was dim and quiet and Hyuk’s body was hot inside his jacket, where Hae’s hands searched, moving over pecs and abs and the softness of his sides.
“We should get you back to The Manor,” Hyuk was speaking into Hae’s mouth, each word accented with a kiss. “I don’t think it would make Kangin look very good if his guests fucked in the middle of the street.”
“Hyuk,” he was whimpering and he wasn’t even high anymore, just touched out, but he still felt crazy just feeling Hyuk’s body beneath his fingers. “Its been so long.”
“We did it last night!”
Had they? Hae couldn’t remember anything, couldn’t think passed their breath becoming one as their inhales and exhales matched up. It did that so easily now, almost automatically, like blinking. Whenever they touched their heartrates synchronized. Hae wasn’t sure when that had started, if it had been after the last two times they’d taken hebia together or four. But there it was and it was happening, they were breathing at the exact same time, their blood moving at the exact same speed. They were becoming one person, even before they’d gotten their clothes off.
“Too long,” Hae murmured into Hyuk’s shirt collar, which for some reason he had in his mouth, pulling at it with his teeth. The tugging was making it hike up Hyuk’s stomach, revealing how low slung his pants were and the cut of his hip bones. “We should do it every day, twice a day. No, three times.”
“Shisus,” Hyuk’s hand started to creep up the back of Hae’s shirt, making his over sensitized skin tickle and prick. Was it over sensitized because of the high he’d been on or because it was Hyuk and Hae wanted him more than anything, ever? “We really can’t do this here, we really can’t. You’re supposed to be the rational one, remember?”
Hae whimpered against Hyuk’s neck, which still tasted salty. Skin was always so salty. “I don’t wanna be rational anymore, I’m tired, I’m so tired, I just wanna relax and have fun and do nothing and be deviant.”
Hyuk was giving in. Hae could tell, not because of the way he was removing his hand from Hae’s shirt to grab his ass, or the way he moaned and started kissing him, but because he could always tell when Hyuk was worked up. He felt it in his own veins, spiking like little electrical shocks wherever their skin was touching. When Hyuk got worked up, every touch was like a power charge between them, biting and tingling and causing all of the hairs on Hae’s body to stand on end. He wondered if Hyuk felt the same thing when Hae got worked up, too.
It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, because just at that moment, alarms started going off throughout Altair, too-loud in the previous quiet of the night. There was a horn being blown by someone, somewhere, and the rise and fall of a steady whining sound, going up and down the scale in pitch. It was a testament to their sense of responsibility how quickly they pulled apart, straightening their clothes and combing their hair with their fingers. Ipsuren were leaving their homes, throwing on light jackets and calling to each other. Ohzai were leading sleepy, hastily woken children down the street.
“What’s going on?” Hyuk asked a passing okji.
“Intruders. They’re going to dispose of them in the town center.”
Thankfully, they weren’t that far from the center of the town, so when they arrived the sentences hadn’t yet been carried out. The crowd of prokji and ohzai was so thick Hae and Hyuk had to push through, muttering “excuse me”s and “sorry”s until they were right up front. The first thing they saw was Aldebaran, looking as if he’d been woken from a particularly restful sleep. His hair was a wreck and he was clothed in the most basic attire, still tucking his shirt into his pants even as he made his way up the steps of a center stage made of wood. On this stage was a line of Timechaser soldiers standing at attention, clothed head to toe in black leather save for the deep blue coats they all wore in uniform. The coats themselves were long, the hem stopping right at the knees and embroidered with gold, the shoulders padded and plated in metal on the outside. Held at attention by their sides were muskets, capped off with bayonets that glinted at the points. It was the first time Hae and Hyuk had seen Timechaser militia and Hae was surprised at how archaic and out of date it seemed. They used guns.
One by one the intruders were brought forward. There must have been five of them, each with their hands tied behind their backs and blindfolded, probably to prevent the use of mind control, which relies heavily on sight. Hae thought that was a futile and ignorant gesture, a Nokhiri would be able to use telekinesis even if blinded. But it was pretty safe to assume that none of the five presented were of Nokhiri caste. In fact, they all looked pretty low-caste, the most advanced okji Hae assumed to be Jezbenite.
That’s when he recognized him.
He didn’t wait for Hyuk to catch on, immediately he threw himself forward, into the opening.
“STOP!”
Aldebaran stopped speaking, although Hae hadn’t been paying attention to anything he was saying to begin with. Everyone quieted and suddenly every eye was on Hae, all of their attention and curiosity directed towards him, watching and waiting through the pause of time. Aldebaran looked as if he didn’t recognize him at first and then when he did it was as if he couldn’t believe it, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
“Tulana-Donghae? We’re just about to dispose of these intruders, it won’t take but a moment.”
Hyuk came up next to Hae, crossing his arms across his chest. “One of those intruders you’re about to dispose of is our friend,” he said.
“Please,” Hae cried, clutching his chest. “Please, Aldebaran, let us have him, we’ll leave immediately, I promise. Just let him go.”
The red haired okji seemed to think about that for a moment, sucking in his bottom lip and turning to size up the enslaved, looking as if he wanted to have his way with all of them. “Which of these is your friend?”
Hae pointed to the one okji who was smaller than all of his neighbors, with shiny black hair that fell over his blindfold on one side and lips that were too full and pink; far, far too full and pink. Aldebaran went to him and grabbed him by an arm, hauling him to his feet with force enough to hurt. Sungmin said nothing and made no sign of discomfort. When Aldebaran ripped off his blindfold, his eyes smouldered black, hard as steel. They stared at each other, the King’s servant taking in Sungmin’s features, grabbing his jaw and pushing his face to the side before Sungmin tossed his head free and curled his upper lip in a snarl.
“We’ll take him to the King,” he said, dragging their friend down off the stage and all but throwing him towards Hae. “He’ll decide what to do with him.”
Hae had his face buried in Sungmin’s hair, which was slightly greasy from travel and smelled like spice.
“We missed you so much,” he said, still not releasing his friend from the tight embrace.
“Glad to know I’m so well liked,” Min joked, worn out from his ordeal, which they still hadn’t heard the details of.
They hadn’t been able to speak on the walk back to The Manor, with Aldebaran pushing Sungmin ahead of him, clutching the ropes where his hands were bound the entire way. Hae untied those ropes the moment their escort left them alone together. They were waiting, just the three of them, in Kangin’s study. It was a massive, lavishly decorated office with wall-to-wall bookcases filled up with leatherback volumes of tomes Hae would bet money Kangin hadn’t read. It was dimly lit and dusty, thick with the scent of paper and the ghosts of smoke. They had only been in the room together all of five minutes before Hyuk asked the question stuck at the back of Hae’s throat.
“Why are you here, Sungmin?”
Hae pulled off but stayed close, clutching Sungmin’s hand in his own, which made their friend laugh and roll his eyes. He didn’t look at all different. A bit worse for wear and in a sheer black top that revealed too much pale skin, with leather straps criss-crossing his chest and back. Even though his eyeliner was smudged from sweat and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days, Hae thought he looked good. Sungmin, all in black, had the ability to look incredibly sultry if he wanted to, could even be intimidating until he smiled. Once he smiled, all of his ferocity melted away and he showed himself to be the loving okji he was at heart. Donghae had yet to see that smile.
“After word got out about what happened with Yesung, we were all on edge,” Sungmin explained. “I wanted to run and find you as soon as I heard, but Tulana-Heechul reassured me it would be alright, that you could take care of yourself. I was so worried, I started having horrible nightmares, I-”
He stopped and grabbed one of his long sleeves by the cuff and used it to wipe off some of his eyeliner under one eye. Hae would have thought he was crying if he didn’t know better. Sungmin rarely cried. Images flooded Hae’s memory. He remembered the morning before his kani, when Min had knelt in front of him with tears hovering on his lower lashes, trapped in the moment right before spilling. At the time, Hae didn’t understand how rare a sight that was. Now, he knew. Rarely, did Sungmin cry.
“A few days later, Jessica came to Garahim. She said it was urgent, that she’d been having dreams, that they were keeping her up every night. She looked...awful. She told me that I absolutely must go to Disanji. That I’d find you, if I hurried. She told me,” Min paused, “She said I was needed in forever.”
“‘Forever’?” Hae looked at Hyuk.
“What does that mean?”
“I have no fucking idea,” Sungmin admitted. “She didn’t know, either. I was hoping you would be able to tell me.”
Quickly, Min clutched Donghae’s arm, looking behind him at the doorway. “Hae,” he whispered.
Together, Hae and Hyuk turned around and looked where Sungmin was staring. Standing in the shadow of the hallway, a book clutched in one hand, was Kyuhyun. Hae and Hyuk hadn’t seen that much of the Timechaser Prince since their first night in Altair. Occasionally, he’d come out to show his father something he’d written or read a new word he’d learned, but those were the only moments he’d make his presence known. As with Leeteuk, he dwelled elsewhere in The Manor. It was a surprise to see him there, then, and immediately Hae and Hyuk bowed, a reflex they’d picked up after the first week in the King’s house. When they straightened, Sungmin was staring at them as if they each had grown tails.
Kyuhyun’s only reaction was to clutch the book he was holding closer to his chest and stand up straighter, tilting his chin slightly to appear more regal. Catching on, Sungmin stepped forward and made a show of bowing particularly low on one knee, partially in jest. The young Prince watched him with distaste, an unamused expression on his face. When Sungmin lifted his head and smiled, Kyuhyun huffed and stormed off, back down the hallway.
Hae giggled, unable to control himself. “I don’t think he appreciated your gesture, Minnie.”
“What the hell was that?” Sungmin asked, brushing off his knee. The black of his pants had picked up dust from the carpet. “That thing scared me half to death! I thought he was a ghost or something.”
“That thing,” Hyuk interjected. “Was a keinling. An Ipsuren child.”
Sungmin stared at Hyuk in disbelief. “Seriously?”
“Technically, he’s three years old.”
Sungmin looked back and forth between the hallway and Hae and Hyuk. Processing, he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Kangin making a Kingly appearance. The moment he entered the room, Hae and Hyuk bowed. Sungmin, taking the hint, did the same. The King was in a brown jacket and pants, the only show of color was the deep blue shirt he wore underneath his open blazer. He didn’t speak until he’d crossed the room and sat in his high-backed red leather chair behind his mahogany desk and, of course, put on his glasses. His guests were still bent over, facing the door.
“Rise.”
They did, and turned.
Kangin shuffled some papers. He flipped through a few. He picked up a pen and uncapped it, then twirled it between his fingers for good measure. Hae risked a glance at Hyuk, who was suppressing a smile, his lips pursed tight.
Finally, Kangin gestured to Sungmin. “Is this the okji who trespassed into my city?”
“It is, Your Grace,” Donghae answered.
Kangin’s eyes flicked from Hae to Sungmin. “And I’ve been told he’s your friend, is that right?”
“It is, Your Grace.”
“If he was your friend,” Kangin had his elbows on his desk, all of his attention on Donghae. “Why didn’t you just invite him up? Why did he sneak in like a low caste thief in the night?” Turning to the friend in question, “Sloppily, by the way.”
Hae could feel Sungmin bristle on his right. On his left, Hyuk was about to burst with laughter, thumbing at his nose to hide his closed smile.
“We didn’t know he was coming, Your Grace.”
“Some friend.”
Sungmin had had enough. “Look,” he interjected. Kangin raised an eyebrow at his boldness but Min was undeterred. “I wasn’t sure that Donghae and Eunhyuk were even here, to be honest. I was told to come here by a friend. She said it was absolutely imperative, she’d been having dreams--”
“Oh, please, spare me talk of dreams and visions. I have a spiritual advisor who feeds me that bullshit enough as it is.” Kangin sat back in his seat and tossed the pen onto his desk with such force that it bounced off and onto the floor. “What is your name?”
Min stood up straighter and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “As a human I was Sun Lee. I was Incepted as Sungmin by the Giedi fifty and one years ago, although I haven’t been affiliated with them in close to ten years. I am the founder of Garahim, in Lower City--”
“You talk way, way too much,” Kangin had his hand raised as if shading his eyes from a blinding light. “I asked you your name, not your fucking life story. Come here Sungmin from Garahim, let me see your face.”
Hyuk’s laughter burst, popping out of him like bullet rounds before he controlled it. Sungmin glared at him on his way to Kangin’s desk. When he got there, Kangin reached up and grabbed him by one of the straps across his chest and pulled his face close, sizing him up the same way Aldebaran had on the street. Bending forward, Sungmin’s bangs fell across his face, so the King held them up with his other hand. It seemed as if they were staring each other down for days before Sungmin was released.
“You can stay,” Kangin announced, busying himself with the papers on his desk that Hae doubted served any purpose at all other than to make him look busy. “We’ll have someone set up a room for you.” Without looking at them, “Dismissed.”
Donghae felt, once again, as if he was standing under that same umbrella with all this understanding soaking everyone and everything except him. As Sungmin and Eunhyuk stayed quiet even after they’d left Kangin’s office, Hae decided he was sick of feeling like he was missing something important.
He saw his family, dead in the stream of the Gutter. A gang of Ipsuren were crouching over them with hands red and slimy with blood, laughing as they pulled his brother’s insides out red mess after red mess. They were wearing robes, with the hoods up so their faces and the horrible expressions they bore were masked by shadow. One of the cloaked demons was standing off to the side, a single finger pointing at Donghwa’s body as it stared at him, the eyes vacant and unseeing. He looked on helplessly and recoiled as life flickered back into his brother’s eyes, even as his stomach was torn open, one of the hooded figures wrist deep inside. The finger of judgement standing to the side lowered his arm and turned to face him, removing his hood.
Yesung.
Naked on top of Ryeowook, his eyes black even where they should have been white. His thrusts were angry, Ryeowook clawing at the bed with one hand and Yesung’s flexing shoulders with the other, leaving stripes of red. The sounds of their moans turned to cries, which softly warped into an unnatural kind of screaming, the horrifying squeal of pigs to slaughter. Every thrust of Yesung’s hips as they slammed into Ryeowook’s smaller body felt like a knife in his stomach, opening it up and letting the red fall out.
Red.
On the palms of Sungmin’s hands, rubbed raw from crawling on the floor, rubbed raw from clutching the bars of the cage that imprisoned him. He’d been pulling his hair, evidence of it scattered on the floor by his knees, long black strands of hair curled and tangled together. He lifted his eyes to stare straight ahead at something beyond sight, his eyes as empty and vacant and Donghwa’s had been. Although, when he threw himself again to the bars, reaching out between them, delicate fingers stretching and grasping, his eyes dared to sparkle wetly. Reaching, but obtaining nothing but distance between himself and desire, his searching hands finding nothing but darkness.
Darkness.
In an alley, fogged by illusion at the end and an oppressive sense of foreboding. It crushes his chest, bearing down upon him, coming quickly and he is being watched.
He is being watched.
Has always been watched.
Who do you think you are, Donghae?
Is this what you’ve become?
He wakes.
Screaming, he woke. Hyuk was next to him, clutching his shoulders with white knuckles. His frantic Donghae’s were background static to Hae’s ears as he refocused, coming down from the dream and the fear strangling him. Hyuk was talking, wide mouth forming words, but Hae just grabbed the arms clutching his and pushed him back.
“Hyuk, Hyuk, stop it, Hyuk,” he said. And Hyuk stopped.
They stared at each other, sitting up in bed, although Hyuk was leaning back as Hae was pushing him off. Hyuk looked so confused, his thick lips slack with it, his eyes still heavy from sleep. The room around them was dark except for the lanterns flickering in the corners of the room, setting off a golden glow. Without them it’d be impossible to see and as dark as the Gutter was. The lack of a moon or stars sent no light filtering in through the windows, only darkness and the tiny golden spots of street lanterns on sidewalks outside. But four lanterns in their room kept it bright enough for Hae to see the expression on Hyuk’s face, how tired it was, although slowly waking up. The silence between them was pregnant. Hyuk broke it first, giving birth to a question.
“What did you dream?”
“Horrible things,” Hae whispered.
He placed his hand on Hyuk’s chest and felt his heartbeat thrashing inside it, the same way Hae’s was, still. Pushing Hyuk down against the mattress, he leant in, partially on top.
Another whisper, closer to Hyuk’s lips, “Make me forget them.”
Their lips touched softly at first, but Hyuk quickly grew eager, pushing up into Hae’s mouth. His hand reached to wrap around the side of Donghae’s neck, a gesture that in essence was trusting yet dominant, so Hae opened his lips and let out his tongue. Their kissing was frantic, they hadn’t touched each other since the street, had been fussing over Sungmin and talking about him in bed until they fell asleep mid sentence. The passion from earlier built back up, yes, but for Hae there was another aspect to his desire. Crawling entirely on top of Hyuk, he straddled his waist and pulled their lips apart, leaving Hyuk leaning up after, chasing his lips to taste them again.
“Hyuk, I want you,” he said, his voice louder this time. No longer a whisper.
Hyuk looked confused again, his eyebrows pushing together. “I want you, too, baby.”
“No,” Hae held him off with a palm, “Hyuk, I want you. I want all of you.”
Eunhyuk flopped back on the pillows, creaking the mattress. For a moment, it seemed as if he was frustrated, but also wary. Inside, Hae felt his accelerated heartrate falter. Then, right before relaxation came realization and that heartrate picked up again. His eyes, as they stared at Donghae, were afraid. He was afraid.
“You have all of me.” His tone was suspicious.
Hae smiled and stroked his chest reassuringly, right above his left nipple. “I have your body; I know how often you want me, can feel the way your eyes watch me. I know all the places to touch that make you scream, like the indent next to your hip bone and my teeth along your jaw. I could take you anywhere and you would let me, which I know is hard for you to admit, but it’s true.”
Hyuk was flushing red, his left hand running up Hae’s naked side, raising gooseflesh.
Hae continued, “I have your mind; I know what you’re thinking, can read you with a glance and know all of your thoughts and opinions, no matter how hidden. I have your soul; I feel your emotions as if they were my own, your heart beating next to my heart, your blood rushing through my veins, mixing with mine. When you’re sad, I’m sad. When you’re happy, I’m happy. When you’re afraid, I feel your fear. Like now, I feel how badly this conversation is scaring you.”
Hyuk swallowed, started to say Hae, but he was cut off by a finger against his lips, brushing gently.
“Eunhyuk.” Hyuk quieted. “Hyukjae.”
A sound of protest that made Hae smile. “Don’t, Donghae.”
“Eunhyuk. I want all of you, but I don’t have it. There’s one thing that’s missing, the most important thing.”
Quickly, Hyuk was catching on. His eyes narrowed and he began to sit up, pushing up on one elbow. “Hae, don’t go there, don’t suggest--”
“Your heart.”
He said it. Tears were welling in his eyes and he was going to cry, but he said it.
Your tears are yours to shed, they represent your personal pain and suffering.
“I don’t have your heart, Hyuk.”
Never show them to just anyone, they should only be for those you would trust with your life.
He was crying openly then, unable to control it. They fell from his eyes too quick to catch, one spilling over the other and coming down his cheek fast, dripping from his chin and nose. His sobs felt as if they were being ripped from somewhere deep inside him, as if the box containing all of his trapped emotions was unlocked and all the secrets and all the pain that went along with them was unleashed. Hyuk didn’t hold him, merely placed his large hand against Hae’s cheek and caught his tears against his wrist.
“I’m not sorry,” Hae spluttered. “I’m not sorry for bringing it up. I’m not sorry for confessing this, even though there will be repercussions and if you can’t deal with it, if you can’t deal with what I feel then--”
“Shh, shh, Hae. Hae look at me, okay? Open your eyes.”
Reluctantly, he did, although he couldn’t remember ever closing them. The truth was so bright and so were Hyuk’s eyes, which was terrifying and wonderful at the same time.
“You have it,” he said. “You have it, okay?”
Hae tried to nod but the ability to move had fled him. He felt as if he was made of stone or marble, a fountain for tears. Hyuk was smiling, stupidly, he was smiling. Hae wondered what there was to smile about.
“Okay?”
“O-okay,” but he wasn’t okay, not really. “I’m scared. This wasn’t supposed to happen. They said it wouldn’t happen.”
“They lied.”
“Do you think,” Hae started, “do you think we’re making this up? That it’s not...what we think it is?”
“We’re not making it up.” Hyuk sat up, forcing Hae back a bit, and pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, tasting the salt of his tears. “Although I might be dreaming.”
The cool wetness of that tongue against his skin, licking softly at the streaks of tears on his cheeks, was pulling Hae’s resolve apart. He scooted closer again and pressed his slowly rising cock, covered by the silk of his boxers, against Hyuk’s crotch and felt him freeze, his body tensing. Hae bit his lip and rocked his hips, first up, then down, slowly working up friction that made Hyuk moan.
“Not dreaming.”
Hae’s smile, wicked, “Definitely not dreaming.”
Hyuk grabbed his shoulders with a growl. His strength showed in the way he flipped their positions effortlessly, landing Hae flat on his back with Hyuk above him, their growing erections still pushing together.
“What was that thing you were saying earlier?” Hyuk muttered, licking a path down Hae’s sternum. “About wanting me?”
Their breaths had turned into one. One inhale, one exhale, one pulse. There was no confliction, no fumbling. That had ceased between them a year ago. They moved in tandem, Hyuk pulling off Hae’s boxers with his teeth. The light from Hae’s arousal washed Hyuk’s face in gold, casting shadows on the shelves of his cheeks and nose. When he pressed his lips, sinfully full and dark, against the base of it and nuzzled downward, Hae’s hands flexed against the sheets. He could practically hear Eunhyuk smelling him, his senses were so heightened. When Hyuk opened his tongue against his balls and ran it up in a straight line to the head of his cock, Hae almost screamed. Their eyes met, as they had so many times before from that position because the truth was, Hyuk loved an audience. He loved it when Hae watched him, had gotten off on the knowledge that Donghae was watching him as he swallowed down his cock. Hae clutched his hair, which had grown out so much since they’d first met, giving him just enough to hold onto as he fell into Hyuk’s mouth.
Hae watched him for a while. He watched his hands, which had big palms, but thin fingers that fanned out across Hae’s pubic bone. He watched the way his eyebrows would draw together whenever he pushed Hae’s cock deep into the back of his throat, concentrating on taking all of it without gagging. He watched the way his cheeks would hollow out as he sucked. He watched how every inch of his dick that came out of that mouth as Hyuk pulled back glistened wetly with the mix of his saliva and Hae’s come.
“I want you to ride me,” Hae told him.
The fingers of Hyuk’s right hand wrapped around the base of his erection as he pulled off. He had to swallow and readjust his jaw before he spoke.
“No. Absolutely not, you know I won’t.”
Hae tried a different tactic. “Please? Pretty please?”
“No, Shisus, don’t make that face I’m not going to ride you like some cheap slut.”
“But,” Hae smiled wickedly, “You are a--”
“I have your dick in my hand, Donghae, watch what you say.”
“Okay fine,” he made sure to drag out the end of that last word to emphasize his frustration. “I guess you can fuck me.”
“I mean, I did just suck your cock for you.”
Hae sat up and hunched over, reaching to pull off Hyuk’s pajama pants. “What are you doing? Stop talking and get inside me.”
In the end, Hae had to exert half of his energy to open the drawer next to their bed and get the lubricant using telekinesis. Hyuk didn’t prep him, they rarely did anymore, but he made up for it with copious amounts of sweet smelling oil. He didn’t take his time going in, either. For a moment it seemed as if he would, his hips stuttering as they began to push in, but Hae banished that notion by pushing off the bedpost and onto Hyuk’s cock. As soon as they were connected as one, the windows to the soul opened. There was almost nothing they hadn’t already shared with one another, they’d seen everything in each other’s eyes one thousand times before.
The difference was in the acknowledgment.
They’d hid the truth from each other, from themselves, but it was apparent between them then more than it had ever been. It wasn’t long before every thrust was enough to tear them apart with how badly they wanted each other, how badly they wanted to stay as they were in that moment. Hae reached for Hyuk’s hand and squeezed, as he had so many times before.
“Don’t come,” he whispered. “Let’s just stay like this forever. I don’t want it to end.”
Hyuk pressed forward, their chests flush together. Kissing Hae’s clavicle, his thrusts stilled. “If I could fuck into you forever, I would.”
“Can we make it last?” Hae asked.
Hyuk nodded. When he picked back up, their pace was slowed to an almost painful degree. Soon, their hebia turned into something torturous. Hyuk pushed them together only enough to keep them aroused and wanting, but never enough to build a climax. Moments passed. They were sweating and shaking against one another, the sheets around them sticking to their skin. They hardly kissed so much as pressed their lips together, sometimes rubbing them across one another. It lasted for too long it seemed and Hyuk started to cry, just a few tears wet against Hae’s chest and a quiet sniffle.
“Why do I feel as if this is the last time?”
“Don’t say that,” Hyuk spoke against Hae’s skin. “Don’t even think it.”
He lifted his head and looked at Hae, then, his eyes serious and wet. “I’m selfish, Hae. I’ve always been selfish.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want to be with anyone else but you and I don’t want you to be with anyone else but me. I don’t want anyone other than me to ever see you like this. Feel you like this. Only me.”
Hae kissed him and it was familiar, tasted familiar. Like salt. “Make me come. Make me come the way only you can.”
And he did.
A/N:
brb I need to go put myself back together. writing this made me cry, okay. almost.