Risque
Title: Risque
Pairing: Donghae/Sungmin
Rating: R
Word count: 1449
Summary: Donghae doesn't stop talking and Sungmin wants to shut him up.
They are making a commentary on the third installment of Iron Man when it first happened. And they are all a little drunk. Maybe not a little, because Hyukjae is even sprawled on the floor with one leg hanging over the sofa and one hand over his eyes. He must have fallen asleep already, Donghae doesn't care.
Donghae is practically jumping up and down the sofa, talking one hundred words per minute, and still wearing his 3D glasses. He is continuously flailing his arms everywhere.
"The best part was when all the Iron Man suits came out and whoosh! That was so awesome, I wanna record that part and watch it again and ag--" Sungmin finishes his bottle of soju and claps a hand over Donghae's mouth.
Donghae blinks at him.
"Hae, if you just shut your damn mouth for an hour, I swear, I'm going to be so happy I'd blow you." He says with condescending tone and all, he takes his hands away.
"Pardon?" Donghae's brows are furrowed. Sungmin has never done anything like that before. Usually, he puts up with all his shit. Sure, Sungmin is playful and funny sometimes, but by the end of the day, he still returns to his almost calm and zen self (not as calm and zen as Siwon, though). He is considerable and always puts up with a lot of shit.
So, the offer Sungmin gave just to shut him up? It's a big fucking deal.
"What did you just say?" He asks half-incredulous and half-aroused. Sungmin just ignores him and opens another bottle of soju.
"Seriously?" Hyukjae is apparently not sleeping on the floor, "Sungmin, I'm taking you up on that one."
"Wait, did you just offer to blow me?" Donghae still cannot believe his ears.
Sungmin ignores him again. "Sure, it's not like it's gonna happen. I mean, look at him."
They both look at Donghae, Hyukjae raising his eyebrow and Sungmin scoffs.
"What if he does? Are you telling me that you'll go down on your knees and suck Hae's cock just to get an hour of silence?" Hyukjae smirks.
Sungmin opens and shuts his mouth for a few times, kind of like a sexy fish. Then speaks, "Yes."
It's Donghae's turn to look like a sexy goldfish. The thought of Sungmin blowing him makes him want to just fuck his hand in front of these two boys.
"Okay. So we're talking about Sungmin giving me a blow job, right?"
Sungmin, to put it in simplest terms, facepalms.
"Yes, Donghae. But you're the dumbest person I know, you didn't shut up." Sungmin returns his palm to his face and walks away, leaving Donghae with one of the biggest and hardest problems of his life.
***
One week later, the subject came up again.
They are waiting in the dressing room for a TV guesting. Donghae is talking about Iron Man again, bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes wide. There's a shit-eating grin on his face as he talks about how funny the password "warmachinerox" is.
"Man, rocks with an x." Donghae starts laughing like a mad man once more. He didn't even notice when Sungmin crowds up behind him. He puts an arm around his chest, lips right up by his ear and whispers, "Keep your mouth shut for the rest of the show and I'll blow you back at the dorm."
Donghae stops moving, he also nearly stops breathing. He was only able to make an 'um' until Sungmin's words register in his head. It looks like Sungmin noticed this because he smiles sweetly, taps his shoulder lightly. Donghae opens his mouth to say something, but snaps it shut again.
Donghae shuffles on to the set behind the rest of the group, and sits at the end of the sofa furthest from the camera and the presenter. He keeps his head down, and his teeth clamped on his lip, and the one time he looked up to answer a question, Sungmin is looking back at him with dark eyes and wet lips. He pressed his tongue into the corner of his mouth (half of the universal sign for blow job) and smirks.
Donghae swallows, hard.
After the interview, Donghae makes some excuse to the producer about being sick, and not being able to talk much. He leaves the building and the first one in the van. This is just going to be a half-hour ride, but Donghae thinks he's going to die.
***
"Min, we kinda need a room." Donghae says softly as he follows Sungmin in the kitchen.
Sungmin just smiles at him sarcastically and drags him to his room.
Once inside, Sungmin pushes him on the bed, crawls over him, and claws his jeans and boxers off. And it's so embarrassing how his cock springs to life.
"How cute," Sungmin says before he inches his face closer to Donghae's dick. The younger man curses like a teenager losing his virginity at the first pass of Sungmin's tongue over the head of his cock.
Sungmin looks up at him, "Stop acting like no one has ever done this to you."
Donghae hisses, but it turns into a groan when Sungmin bends his neck to lick a stripe up the underside of his dick.
Contrary to Hyukjae's lewd comment about getting on his knees, Sungmin is on his stomach with one arm hooked under Donghae's leg and the other across his hips, holding him down. Donghae is flat on his back, which is just as well, because if he's standing, his knees will probably give way and that'd be one more thing to be blushing about.
Sungmin licks his way down his dick again. Donghae thinks he is getting it all back under control when Sungmin closed his lips around the head, his hips automatically jerks off the bed. Donghae believes his hyung is trying to kill him, really. He pants, "Oh fuck, Sungmin, can you just--"
Sungmin glances at him and pulls off, "Shut up."
And so he did.
"That's better, mhmm" Sungmin takes one last look at him and makes a final smirk up, and he goes down. Takes all of Donghae in his wonderful mouth. He keeps his mouth shut and fists at the sheets. Holy shit, Sungmin is probably born without any gag reflex or something because, just.
Donghae squeaks a few times before bucking his hips. The good thing is, Sungmin doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he moves his hand away from Donghae's hips and places it over his thigh. He grits out, "Min, can I-" Sungmin looks up at him innocently and he thinks, what the hell. He grabs a bunch of Sungmin's hair and pushes him down until his face is pressed against skin.
Jesus Christ. Sungmin stays there as he jerks his hips up in tiny spasms until Sungmin strains against his hands. Sungmin gasps, gulping in air. A string of spit stretches between his open mouth and Donghae's cock. "Fuck," he says, and Jesus, his voice is wrecked. He stretches his jaw, wiggles it a little, and swallows. "Fuck," he repeats, "Donghae." And Donghae's staring down at him with his pupils blown wide. Sungmin takes another deep gulp of air and sinks down again.
Donghae screams.
Sungmin bobs down, not going as far as before, but still taking him pretty deep, and then he presses one finger against Donghae, and Donghae can't do anything but jerk again... and again until he comes down Sungmin's throat.
"Fuck- fuck, oh fuck, fuck, Sungmin!" He groans while he fills Sungmin's mouth with his spunk. Happy with the way Sungmin drinks every drop of it. He watches as Sungmin licks at the tip of his cock one last time, dragging his tongue over sensitive skin. Then Donghae gets his hands on either side of Sungmin's face to drag him up the bed and kiss him.
When Sungmin pulls back and drops his head to his shoulder, Donghae frowns a little in confusion, until he felt Sungmin's hips moving in slow circles against his thigh. He runs his hands down Sungmin's sides and whispers, "Jesus, Sungmin, so fucking hot," and Sungmin bites down on his collarbone, comes.
They are quiet for a few minutes, Sungmin slumped on top of him. Very quietly, Donghae lets the word 'wow' escape his lips. "I didn't know that was physically possible to happen," he continues. Sungmin just coughs and grimaces.
"Tell me how you do it," he talks again.
"Donghae, you really don't know how to shut up," Sungmin scolds and nips at his skin, "But yeah, I'll teach you. Next time."
And Donghae swears he can feel Sungmin grinning against his skin.
Pairing: Donghae/Sungmin
Rating: R
Word count: 1449
Summary: Donghae doesn't stop talking and Sungmin wants to shut him up.
They are making a commentary on the third installment of Iron Man when it first happened. And they are all a little drunk. Maybe not a little, because Hyukjae is even sprawled on the floor with one leg hanging over the sofa and one hand over his eyes. He must have fallen asleep already, Donghae doesn't care.
Donghae is practically jumping up and down the sofa, talking one hundred words per minute, and still wearing his 3D glasses. He is continuously flailing his arms everywhere.
"The best part was when all the Iron Man suits came out and whoosh! That was so awesome, I wanna record that part and watch it again and ag--" Sungmin finishes his bottle of soju and claps a hand over Donghae's mouth.
Donghae blinks at him.
"Hae, if you just shut your damn mouth for an hour, I swear, I'm going to be so happy I'd blow you." He says with condescending tone and all, he takes his hands away.
"Pardon?" Donghae's brows are furrowed. Sungmin has never done anything like that before. Usually, he puts up with all his shit. Sure, Sungmin is playful and funny sometimes, but by the end of the day, he still returns to his almost calm and zen self (not as calm and zen as Siwon, though). He is considerable and always puts up with a lot of shit.
So, the offer Sungmin gave just to shut him up? It's a big fucking deal.
"What did you just say?" He asks half-incredulous and half-aroused. Sungmin just ignores him and opens another bottle of soju.
"Seriously?" Hyukjae is apparently not sleeping on the floor, "Sungmin, I'm taking you up on that one."
"Wait, did you just offer to blow me?" Donghae still cannot believe his ears.
Sungmin ignores him again. "Sure, it's not like it's gonna happen. I mean, look at him."
They both look at Donghae, Hyukjae raising his eyebrow and Sungmin scoffs.
"What if he does? Are you telling me that you'll go down on your knees and suck Hae's cock just to get an hour of silence?" Hyukjae smirks.
Sungmin opens and shuts his mouth for a few times, kind of like a sexy fish. Then speaks, "Yes."
It's Donghae's turn to look like a sexy goldfish. The thought of Sungmin blowing him makes him want to just fuck his hand in front of these two boys.
"Okay. So we're talking about Sungmin giving me a blow job, right?"
Sungmin, to put it in simplest terms, facepalms.
"Yes, Donghae. But you're the dumbest person I know, you didn't shut up." Sungmin returns his palm to his face and walks away, leaving Donghae with one of the biggest and hardest problems of his life.
***
One week later, the subject came up again.
They are waiting in the dressing room for a TV guesting. Donghae is talking about Iron Man again, bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes wide. There's a shit-eating grin on his face as he talks about how funny the password "warmachinerox" is.
"Man, rocks with an x." Donghae starts laughing like a mad man once more. He didn't even notice when Sungmin crowds up behind him. He puts an arm around his chest, lips right up by his ear and whispers, "Keep your mouth shut for the rest of the show and I'll blow you back at the dorm."
Donghae stops moving, he also nearly stops breathing. He was only able to make an 'um' until Sungmin's words register in his head. It looks like Sungmin noticed this because he smiles sweetly, taps his shoulder lightly. Donghae opens his mouth to say something, but snaps it shut again.
Donghae shuffles on to the set behind the rest of the group, and sits at the end of the sofa furthest from the camera and the presenter. He keeps his head down, and his teeth clamped on his lip, and the one time he looked up to answer a question, Sungmin is looking back at him with dark eyes and wet lips. He pressed his tongue into the corner of his mouth (half of the universal sign for blow job) and smirks.
Donghae swallows, hard.
After the interview, Donghae makes some excuse to the producer about being sick, and not being able to talk much. He leaves the building and the first one in the van. This is just going to be a half-hour ride, but Donghae thinks he's going to die.
***
"Min, we kinda need a room." Donghae says softly as he follows Sungmin in the kitchen.
Sungmin just smiles at him sarcastically and drags him to his room.
Once inside, Sungmin pushes him on the bed, crawls over him, and claws his jeans and boxers off. And it's so embarrassing how his cock springs to life.
"How cute," Sungmin says before he inches his face closer to Donghae's dick. The younger man curses like a teenager losing his virginity at the first pass of Sungmin's tongue over the head of his cock.
Sungmin looks up at him, "Stop acting like no one has ever done this to you."
Donghae hisses, but it turns into a groan when Sungmin bends his neck to lick a stripe up the underside of his dick.
Contrary to Hyukjae's lewd comment about getting on his knees, Sungmin is on his stomach with one arm hooked under Donghae's leg and the other across his hips, holding him down. Donghae is flat on his back, which is just as well, because if he's standing, his knees will probably give way and that'd be one more thing to be blushing about.
Sungmin licks his way down his dick again. Donghae thinks he is getting it all back under control when Sungmin closed his lips around the head, his hips automatically jerks off the bed. Donghae believes his hyung is trying to kill him, really. He pants, "Oh fuck, Sungmin, can you just--"
Sungmin glances at him and pulls off, "Shut up."
And so he did.
"That's better, mhmm" Sungmin takes one last look at him and makes a final smirk up, and he goes down. Takes all of Donghae in his wonderful mouth. He keeps his mouth shut and fists at the sheets. Holy shit, Sungmin is probably born without any gag reflex or something because, just.
Donghae squeaks a few times before bucking his hips. The good thing is, Sungmin doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he moves his hand away from Donghae's hips and places it over his thigh. He grits out, "Min, can I-" Sungmin looks up at him innocently and he thinks, what the hell. He grabs a bunch of Sungmin's hair and pushes him down until his face is pressed against skin.
Jesus Christ. Sungmin stays there as he jerks his hips up in tiny spasms until Sungmin strains against his hands. Sungmin gasps, gulping in air. A string of spit stretches between his open mouth and Donghae's cock. "Fuck," he says, and Jesus, his voice is wrecked. He stretches his jaw, wiggles it a little, and swallows. "Fuck," he repeats, "Donghae." And Donghae's staring down at him with his pupils blown wide. Sungmin takes another deep gulp of air and sinks down again.
Donghae screams.
Sungmin bobs down, not going as far as before, but still taking him pretty deep, and then he presses one finger against Donghae, and Donghae can't do anything but jerk again... and again until he comes down Sungmin's throat.
"Fuck- fuck, oh fuck, fuck, Sungmin!" He groans while he fills Sungmin's mouth with his spunk. Happy with the way Sungmin drinks every drop of it. He watches as Sungmin licks at the tip of his cock one last time, dragging his tongue over sensitive skin. Then Donghae gets his hands on either side of Sungmin's face to drag him up the bed and kiss him.
When Sungmin pulls back and drops his head to his shoulder, Donghae frowns a little in confusion, until he felt Sungmin's hips moving in slow circles against his thigh. He runs his hands down Sungmin's sides and whispers, "Jesus, Sungmin, so fucking hot," and Sungmin bites down on his collarbone, comes.
They are quiet for a few minutes, Sungmin slumped on top of him. Very quietly, Donghae lets the word 'wow' escape his lips. "I didn't know that was physically possible to happen," he continues. Sungmin just coughs and grimaces.
"Tell me how you do it," he talks again.
"Donghae, you really don't know how to shut up," Sungmin scolds and nips at his skin, "But yeah, I'll teach you. Next time."
And Donghae swears he can feel Sungmin grinning against his skin.