Phonecall/NC-17
The room is dark, dark enough that if it weren't for a slight rustling of the bedsheets and lightly laboured breathing, one would think that the bedroom was empty of life.
Donghae groans, turning over onto his back, gripping the covers tightly to prevent his hand from moving downwards, his legs moving in an subconscious attempt anyways to provide some friction in between his legs, and Donghae scrunches his eyes tightly shut to the point of near pain, biting his lip. Opening his eyes as Leeteuk sits up in his bed, Donghae stilling instinctively out of fear of being caught like this, Donghae watches through half open eyes as Leeteuk stands up, quietly pulling his jacket on and placing a hat over his head, preparing to go for his nightly walk, an attempt to cure insomnia brought on by the loss of his main crutch in life, as well as his time to think in private.
Letting out a breath as Leeteuk closes the door behind him, Donghae moves his hand under the covers, reaching downwards just as slowly, as though afraid that someone will barge in. Donghae trails his finger down his stomach, lightly using his nail.
"Hyukjae..." Donghae moans out, before stopping, realising what he had just moaned. Donghae jumps as the bedside table vibrates suddenly, before realising that it's his cell phone signalling a phone call. Donghae reaches over with the hand not currently under the blanket and presses talk, putting the phone up to his ear.
"Hello?" Donghae greets, biting his lip as his breathless tone enters his ears. He hears a rustling, as though the person on the other line is on their bed as well, before they answer back.
"Hae..." Donghae's eyes widen as Hyukjae's voice, just as breathless, if not more, filters through the phone, the moan of his name sending a thrill right through his body, and Donghae's hand moves under the blanket, a groan barely escaping before he regains control and starts moving his hand slowly.
"Hyuk? Wh-what are you doing?" Donghae asks, stumbling over his words as his hips buck up into his hand.
"Fuck this.... Is Leeteuk hyung there?" Hyukjae asks, and Donghae registers a slight slur, and he wonders briefly if Hyukjae's been drinking.
"No, but.... I don't think this is a good time to come over." Donghae breathes out, his hand tightening fractionally as his hips thrust upwards again.
"Why not? I'd say this is the perfect time. ...Donghae-yah, I can hear those grunts." Hyukjae points out, and Donghae stops moving, his cheeks burning.
"What are you getting at Hyukjae?" Donghae asks quietly, moving his now free hand through his hair in a sign of frustration. Donghae hears the bedding move as Hyukjae moves around, though Hyukjae never does speak. Donghae goes back to moving his hand against himself, and groans as he tries to get the friction his body is calling for. So caught up in his lust, Donghae nearly misses the tell tale squeak of the door opening, and as he looks over to the door, he sees Hyukjae walking over to him, wearing nothing but very low rise pajama pants.
"What the fuck do you think I'm getting at?" Hyukjae near growls, settling on top of Donghae, who just barely manages to move his hand to prevent it from getting crushed by Hyukjae's weight. Donghae's head presses against his pillow as his hips instinctively go towards the heat settled over him, and Hyukjae releases a low chuckle. Leaning down, Hyukjae runs Donghae's lower lip through his teeth, allowing a slight increase in pressure to bite down on the edge of Donghae lip, and Donghae's breath becomes further laboured. Hyukjae shifts upward and hooks his thumbs underneath the band of his pajama pants, pulling them down, smirking as he watches Donghae's eyes following the path of skin being revealed.
After ridding himself of the pants, Hyukjae leans down and presses his lips against Donghae's, twining his right hand into Donghae's hair as his left traces patterns on Donghae's right arm. Donghae lifts his left hand and pulls Hyukjae closer, before releasing Hyukjae's lips and kissing a trail down to the hollow of Hyukjae's collarbone, where he lightly traces his tounge over and breathes on, elicting a drawn out moan from the man above him. Shivering slightly as Hyukjae moves himself underneath the blankets, Donghae finds himself staring into Hyukjae's half lidded eyes as Hyukjae impales himself upon Donghae, who realises in a corner of his mind that the rustling he heard over the phone was Hyukjae fucking himself on his fingers.
"Hae..." Hyukjae breathes out into Donghae's ear, who groans in return and thrusts upward, feeling Hyukjae bringing himself down at the same time. Wrapping his arm around Hyukjae's waist, Donghae props himself up before flipping them over, feeling Hyukjae's legs wrap around him as Hyukjae moans loudly at the movement.
"Shh... Just because Leeteuk hyung isn't here right now doesn't mean that the others aren't next door." Donghae murmurs, before shifting his hips, adjusting his grip on Hyukjae's waist, and bringing his lips down to meet Hyukjae's as he keeps moving slowly.
"Fuck... I don't care...." Hyukjae states, biting into Donghae's shoulder lightly. Donghae grunts and slams his hips into Hyukjae a bit harder in retaliation, and if Hyukjae hadn't bit his lip he probably would have screamed instead of giving out a moan. Donghae smirks over him and thrusts at that angle again and Hyukjae gasps, his hand moving erratically over Donghae's back. As Hyukjae connects their lips yet again, Donghae lets out a groan himself as he moves overtop of Hyukjae, his hips moving in quicker, shorter thrusts than before.
With a drawn out moan, Hyukjae tightens his legs around Donghae before his muscles relax, Donghae nearly collapsing on him a moment later.
Moving to the side of Hyukjae, in between him and the wall, Donghae pulls Hyukjae close to him, and kisses the top of his head, grinning as Hyukjae looks up at him through eyes that keep closing despite Hyukjae's attempts to keep them open.
"Should we put clothes on before Teukkie hyung comes home?" Hyukjae mutters into Donghae's chest. Donghae makes a non-commitial noise, running his hand through Hyukjae's hair languidly.
"He's seen us naked before." Donghae mumbles, before giving in to sleep with Hyukjae.
Donghae groans, turning over onto his back, gripping the covers tightly to prevent his hand from moving downwards, his legs moving in an subconscious attempt anyways to provide some friction in between his legs, and Donghae scrunches his eyes tightly shut to the point of near pain, biting his lip. Opening his eyes as Leeteuk sits up in his bed, Donghae stilling instinctively out of fear of being caught like this, Donghae watches through half open eyes as Leeteuk stands up, quietly pulling his jacket on and placing a hat over his head, preparing to go for his nightly walk, an attempt to cure insomnia brought on by the loss of his main crutch in life, as well as his time to think in private.
Letting out a breath as Leeteuk closes the door behind him, Donghae moves his hand under the covers, reaching downwards just as slowly, as though afraid that someone will barge in. Donghae trails his finger down his stomach, lightly using his nail.
"Hyukjae..." Donghae moans out, before stopping, realising what he had just moaned. Donghae jumps as the bedside table vibrates suddenly, before realising that it's his cell phone signalling a phone call. Donghae reaches over with the hand not currently under the blanket and presses talk, putting the phone up to his ear.
"Hello?" Donghae greets, biting his lip as his breathless tone enters his ears. He hears a rustling, as though the person on the other line is on their bed as well, before they answer back.
"Hae..." Donghae's eyes widen as Hyukjae's voice, just as breathless, if not more, filters through the phone, the moan of his name sending a thrill right through his body, and Donghae's hand moves under the blanket, a groan barely escaping before he regains control and starts moving his hand slowly.
"Hyuk? Wh-what are you doing?" Donghae asks, stumbling over his words as his hips buck up into his hand.
"Fuck this.... Is Leeteuk hyung there?" Hyukjae asks, and Donghae registers a slight slur, and he wonders briefly if Hyukjae's been drinking.
"No, but.... I don't think this is a good time to come over." Donghae breathes out, his hand tightening fractionally as his hips thrust upwards again.
"Why not? I'd say this is the perfect time. ...Donghae-yah, I can hear those grunts." Hyukjae points out, and Donghae stops moving, his cheeks burning.
"What are you getting at Hyukjae?" Donghae asks quietly, moving his now free hand through his hair in a sign of frustration. Donghae hears the bedding move as Hyukjae moves around, though Hyukjae never does speak. Donghae goes back to moving his hand against himself, and groans as he tries to get the friction his body is calling for. So caught up in his lust, Donghae nearly misses the tell tale squeak of the door opening, and as he looks over to the door, he sees Hyukjae walking over to him, wearing nothing but very low rise pajama pants.
"What the fuck do you think I'm getting at?" Hyukjae near growls, settling on top of Donghae, who just barely manages to move his hand to prevent it from getting crushed by Hyukjae's weight. Donghae's head presses against his pillow as his hips instinctively go towards the heat settled over him, and Hyukjae releases a low chuckle. Leaning down, Hyukjae runs Donghae's lower lip through his teeth, allowing a slight increase in pressure to bite down on the edge of Donghae lip, and Donghae's breath becomes further laboured. Hyukjae shifts upward and hooks his thumbs underneath the band of his pajama pants, pulling them down, smirking as he watches Donghae's eyes following the path of skin being revealed.
After ridding himself of the pants, Hyukjae leans down and presses his lips against Donghae's, twining his right hand into Donghae's hair as his left traces patterns on Donghae's right arm. Donghae lifts his left hand and pulls Hyukjae closer, before releasing Hyukjae's lips and kissing a trail down to the hollow of Hyukjae's collarbone, where he lightly traces his tounge over and breathes on, elicting a drawn out moan from the man above him. Shivering slightly as Hyukjae moves himself underneath the blankets, Donghae finds himself staring into Hyukjae's half lidded eyes as Hyukjae impales himself upon Donghae, who realises in a corner of his mind that the rustling he heard over the phone was Hyukjae fucking himself on his fingers.
"Hae..." Hyukjae breathes out into Donghae's ear, who groans in return and thrusts upward, feeling Hyukjae bringing himself down at the same time. Wrapping his arm around Hyukjae's waist, Donghae props himself up before flipping them over, feeling Hyukjae's legs wrap around him as Hyukjae moans loudly at the movement.
"Shh... Just because Leeteuk hyung isn't here right now doesn't mean that the others aren't next door." Donghae murmurs, before shifting his hips, adjusting his grip on Hyukjae's waist, and bringing his lips down to meet Hyukjae's as he keeps moving slowly.
"Fuck... I don't care...." Hyukjae states, biting into Donghae's shoulder lightly. Donghae grunts and slams his hips into Hyukjae a bit harder in retaliation, and if Hyukjae hadn't bit his lip he probably would have screamed instead of giving out a moan. Donghae smirks over him and thrusts at that angle again and Hyukjae gasps, his hand moving erratically over Donghae's back. As Hyukjae connects their lips yet again, Donghae lets out a groan himself as he moves overtop of Hyukjae, his hips moving in quicker, shorter thrusts than before.
With a drawn out moan, Hyukjae tightens his legs around Donghae before his muscles relax, Donghae nearly collapsing on him a moment later.
Moving to the side of Hyukjae, in between him and the wall, Donghae pulls Hyukjae close to him, and kisses the top of his head, grinning as Hyukjae looks up at him through eyes that keep closing despite Hyukjae's attempts to keep them open.
"Should we put clothes on before Teukkie hyung comes home?" Hyukjae mutters into Donghae's chest. Donghae makes a non-commitial noise, running his hand through Hyukjae's hair languidly.
"He's seen us naked before." Donghae mumbles, before giving in to sleep with Hyukjae.