088 Numbers
088. Numbers
[Pairing] Eeteuk / Kyuhyun
[Rating] R
[Genre] Smut
[Word Count] 1.033
[Author's Note] Dedicated to my cousin, arcticshatter, because she never gets enough Kyuteuk to satisfy her needs. And sadly, my last Kyuteuk for her took on a mind of its own and didn't turn out as what she really wanted. So, I hope this satiates her for a while! ♥
(My Archive)
Eeteuk had a game he wanted to try out, and he knew Kyuhyun would be more than willing to help him figure out the finer details of the rules. Of course, Kyuhyun didn’t know he was part of an experiment since that would take away part of the fun, but Eeteuk was sure he would catch on soon enough. He was a bright boy, after all.
“Kyuhyunnie,” Eeteuk called into the younger boy’s bedroom, seeing him look over from his spot on the bed and smile.
“Come on in, hyung. What d’you need?” He sat up, setting aside the magazine he’d been reading and gently pat the bed beside him, giving his hyung a slightly concerned look.
“I wanted to see you,” he replied with a small smile that he attempted to keep the mischievousness out of but most likely failed. He locked the door behind him and strode towards his young lover’s bed, sitting on his knees beside him and smiling softly. Kyuhyun must have sense that Eeteuk was up to something because of the questioning look in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Eeteuk pressed his forefinger to the crease right above Kyuhyun’s upper lip, sliding it down until it reached his chin. “You know how to count, right, Kyuhyunnie?” He watched the younger boy nod his head with a confused look in his eyes. “Then count for me, Kyuhyunnie.” He ran his finger down again, from just under to his nose to the curve of his chin, and a small smile lifted Kyuhyun’s lips.
“One.”
Eeteuk leaned forward and pressed a kiss over where his fingers had been, loving, as always, the feel of the soft lips against his, and used the forefinger of each hand to draw mirrored 2’s on either of his cheeks.
“Two,” he said as Eeteuk pulled away a fraction of an inch from Kyuhyun, their breath mingling hotly between them. He moved his mouth to one side of his face, kissing the slight hollow in his cheek, then the other, moving his hand down to the side of Kyuhyun’s neck, feeling the younger boy’s pulse quicken under his touch. “Three.”
Slender fingers pushed the few tendrils of ever lengthening hair off his neck, twining the strands between them as he kissed the warm skin of his neck, lingering there for a moment to feel the young boy’s excited pulse race faster.
“I like this game, hyung,” he said as Eeteuk drew a 4 between his collarbones. “Four.” Slowly his shirt was worked over his head and thrown to the floor while Eeteuk climbed into Kyuhyun’s lap and pushed him down to lay on his back. A nail traced a delicate pattern over the middle of his chest, and Kyuhyun barely got the word “five” out before the nail moved, circling around his nipple, and Kyuhyun breathed out a “six,” the muscles in his chest tightening when the warm lips replaced the nail.
He placed kisses on his sides, being sure to use his tongue to tickle the sensitive skin and make the younger boy writhe under him. He kissed the spot right above his naval, then right below, then lifted Kyuhyun’s palm and drew two lines, hearing and “eleven” meet his actions, then “twelve” for the other palm, and he couldn’t help but leave a small kiss on the tip of his index finger as he pulled away from his hand.
“Cheating, hyung,” Kyuhyun said nearly breathlessly. “You didn’t number that one.”
But Eeteuk was sure Kyuhyun didn’t really mind, especially when he pressed his finger to the front of Kyuhyun’s tightening jeans, slowly, teasingly drawing the next number and hearing Kyuhyun whimper softly at the touch, but no words came out. He drew the number again, firmer this time, and heard a choked “thirteen” in response. He lowered his lips to the bulge in his jeans, and Kyuhyun’s hips jerked slightly up into the touch.
“G-god, hyung, you’re such a tease,” Kyuhyun said as Eeteuk slid his fingers under the waistband of his jeans, unhooking the button and sliding the denim down his thighs until it bunched at his knees. An uncharacteristic smirk crossed Eeteuk’s lips and he traced the next number on Kyuhyun’s left thigh, kissing it when the corresponding number was said back at him, moving to the other thigh and hearing a curse thrown at him when Eeteuk’s hair brushed across the inside of his leg.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not one of the numbers, Kyuhyunnie.”
“F-fifteen.”
The light blue patterned boxers followed the denim down, Eeteuk finally pushing it all off his feet and kicking it to the floor before running his fingers up Kyuhyun’s hardening erection, curling around and stroking long and slow.
“You d-didn’t number that one, hyung,” he said in a strangled voice, gasping when Eeteuk started moving faster and squeezing just a bit tighter.
“Do you see me kissing it?” he asked with a smile, keeping his hand wrapped firmly around the younger boy as he laid beside him, watching his eyes clench shut with every stroke and his chest rise and fall with each ragged breath. How beautiful this boy could be, especially when he responded so nicely to Eeteuk like this.
It didn’t take long for Kyuhyun’s back to arch off the bed with a cry muffled by his teeth biting into his lower lip, and for him to finish in Eeteuk’s hand, the older boy continuing to move along his length until his body stopped spasming and he lay limp beside Eeteuk, still breathing heavily. They lay together for several minutes, Eeteuk cleaning his hand and Kyuhyun’s stomach with the sheet beside them before intertwining their fingers together and waiting for Kyuhyun’s breath to even out.
“Did you like that game?” he asked, running his free hand through the damp locks on Kyuhyun’s forehead.
“You cheated,” Kyuhyun replied, opening his eyes to look at his older lover.
“You liked it.”
Kyuhyun smirked. “But I don’t like cheaters. Want to know what I do to cheaters?” He pushed Eeteuk onto his back, smirking as he pressed his finger just under Eeteuk’s nose and slid it down to his chin.
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[Pairing] Eeteuk / Kyuhyun
[Rating] R
[Genre] Smut
[Word Count] 1.033
[Author's Note] Dedicated to my cousin, arcticshatter, because she never gets enough Kyuteuk to satisfy her needs. And sadly, my last Kyuteuk for her took on a mind of its own and didn't turn out as what she really wanted. So, I hope this satiates her for a while! ♥
(My Archive)
Eeteuk had a game he wanted to try out, and he knew Kyuhyun would be more than willing to help him figure out the finer details of the rules. Of course, Kyuhyun didn’t know he was part of an experiment since that would take away part of the fun, but Eeteuk was sure he would catch on soon enough. He was a bright boy, after all.
“Kyuhyunnie,” Eeteuk called into the younger boy’s bedroom, seeing him look over from his spot on the bed and smile.
“Come on in, hyung. What d’you need?” He sat up, setting aside the magazine he’d been reading and gently pat the bed beside him, giving his hyung a slightly concerned look.
“I wanted to see you,” he replied with a small smile that he attempted to keep the mischievousness out of but most likely failed. He locked the door behind him and strode towards his young lover’s bed, sitting on his knees beside him and smiling softly. Kyuhyun must have sense that Eeteuk was up to something because of the questioning look in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Eeteuk pressed his forefinger to the crease right above Kyuhyun’s upper lip, sliding it down until it reached his chin. “You know how to count, right, Kyuhyunnie?” He watched the younger boy nod his head with a confused look in his eyes. “Then count for me, Kyuhyunnie.” He ran his finger down again, from just under to his nose to the curve of his chin, and a small smile lifted Kyuhyun’s lips.
“One.”
Eeteuk leaned forward and pressed a kiss over where his fingers had been, loving, as always, the feel of the soft lips against his, and used the forefinger of each hand to draw mirrored 2’s on either of his cheeks.
“Two,” he said as Eeteuk pulled away a fraction of an inch from Kyuhyun, their breath mingling hotly between them. He moved his mouth to one side of his face, kissing the slight hollow in his cheek, then the other, moving his hand down to the side of Kyuhyun’s neck, feeling the younger boy’s pulse quicken under his touch. “Three.”
Slender fingers pushed the few tendrils of ever lengthening hair off his neck, twining the strands between them as he kissed the warm skin of his neck, lingering there for a moment to feel the young boy’s excited pulse race faster.
“I like this game, hyung,” he said as Eeteuk drew a 4 between his collarbones. “Four.” Slowly his shirt was worked over his head and thrown to the floor while Eeteuk climbed into Kyuhyun’s lap and pushed him down to lay on his back. A nail traced a delicate pattern over the middle of his chest, and Kyuhyun barely got the word “five” out before the nail moved, circling around his nipple, and Kyuhyun breathed out a “six,” the muscles in his chest tightening when the warm lips replaced the nail.
He placed kisses on his sides, being sure to use his tongue to tickle the sensitive skin and make the younger boy writhe under him. He kissed the spot right above his naval, then right below, then lifted Kyuhyun’s palm and drew two lines, hearing and “eleven” meet his actions, then “twelve” for the other palm, and he couldn’t help but leave a small kiss on the tip of his index finger as he pulled away from his hand.
“Cheating, hyung,” Kyuhyun said nearly breathlessly. “You didn’t number that one.”
But Eeteuk was sure Kyuhyun didn’t really mind, especially when he pressed his finger to the front of Kyuhyun’s tightening jeans, slowly, teasingly drawing the next number and hearing Kyuhyun whimper softly at the touch, but no words came out. He drew the number again, firmer this time, and heard a choked “thirteen” in response. He lowered his lips to the bulge in his jeans, and Kyuhyun’s hips jerked slightly up into the touch.
“G-god, hyung, you’re such a tease,” Kyuhyun said as Eeteuk slid his fingers under the waistband of his jeans, unhooking the button and sliding the denim down his thighs until it bunched at his knees. An uncharacteristic smirk crossed Eeteuk’s lips and he traced the next number on Kyuhyun’s left thigh, kissing it when the corresponding number was said back at him, moving to the other thigh and hearing a curse thrown at him when Eeteuk’s hair brushed across the inside of his leg.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not one of the numbers, Kyuhyunnie.”
“F-fifteen.”
The light blue patterned boxers followed the denim down, Eeteuk finally pushing it all off his feet and kicking it to the floor before running his fingers up Kyuhyun’s hardening erection, curling around and stroking long and slow.
“You d-didn’t number that one, hyung,” he said in a strangled voice, gasping when Eeteuk started moving faster and squeezing just a bit tighter.
“Do you see me kissing it?” he asked with a smile, keeping his hand wrapped firmly around the younger boy as he laid beside him, watching his eyes clench shut with every stroke and his chest rise and fall with each ragged breath. How beautiful this boy could be, especially when he responded so nicely to Eeteuk like this.
It didn’t take long for Kyuhyun’s back to arch off the bed with a cry muffled by his teeth biting into his lower lip, and for him to finish in Eeteuk’s hand, the older boy continuing to move along his length until his body stopped spasming and he lay limp beside Eeteuk, still breathing heavily. They lay together for several minutes, Eeteuk cleaning his hand and Kyuhyun’s stomach with the sheet beside them before intertwining their fingers together and waiting for Kyuhyun’s breath to even out.
“Did you like that game?” he asked, running his free hand through the damp locks on Kyuhyun’s forehead.
“You cheated,” Kyuhyun replied, opening his eyes to look at his older lover.
“You liked it.”
Kyuhyun smirked. “But I don’t like cheaters. Want to know what I do to cheaters?” He pushed Eeteuk onto his back, smirking as he pressed his finger just under Eeteuk’s nose and slid it down to his chin.
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