Fire Me Up
Title: Fire Me Up
Pairing: Donghae/Sungmin
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1561
Summary: In where Donghae and Sungmin "snuggles" for a little warmth.
Note: Just a plotless porn fic for Donghae's birthday. No plot here guys, move along.
It's mid-October now - Donghae's birthday, to be exact - and it's raining and it's pretty cold, so they're wrapped up in blankets and huddled together in the middle of the couch while watching a superhero movie.
Halfway through the film, Donghae lets out an audible sigh and says, "This is so boring."
"But you said you like this movie," Sungmin argues, not taking his eyes off the television.
He turns to look at Sungmin and whines, "But we were supposed to go out! It's my birthday, and we're just stuck here--" he stops abruptly, shivers.
Sungmin catches this and chuckles, "What do you want, go out and eat ice cream? It's so fucking cold outside, Donghae."
Defeated, Donghae shivers again, proving Sungmin right. The latter quickly wraps his arms around him in an attempt to keep him warm. Donghae just sighs in Sungmin's arms. They barely get to have time together, and he considers himself lucky to fit his birthday into their schedules, but still, this isn't what he expected.
They stay like that for a while, but Donghae is still shaking a little. It's not from the movie or the cold, though. It's because Sungmin's pressed up against him like he is. It's not nervous kind of shaking, it's more anticipatory, really. He tries his best to keep watching what's on the screen, shifting a couple of times in the process. He fidgets in his seat a few more times and stops when Sungmin looks up at him, "Are you okay? Am I not keeping you warm enough?"
There's a devious half-smile playing out on Sungmin's lips, and yes, Donghae thinks, Sungmin's not keeping him warm enough. So he says, "Fuck this," and smashes his lips against Sungmin's. Donghae spends about thirty seconds trying to dodge Sungmin's advances to get back to the movie, and almost got hit in the face with elbows, until Sungmin gives in and kisses back.
Sungmin laughs and mumbles, "Wait," against his lips. He hums in agreement and pulls back. Donghae waits as Sungmin turns off the TV and swings his leg over his thighs to straddle him.
He makes a little noise of surprise, then a few muffled groans as he feels Sungmin grinding down his cock. Sungmin kisses him again, slipping his tongue along his bottom lip, sourcing out his tongue. While the older male's long fingers are tangled in his hair, he moves his own to Sungmin's ass and squeezes. Oh, how he loves the way Sungmin squeals into the kiss when he did that.
There's still a blanket draped over Sungmin's shoulders, and he keeps it pulled tight around him as they kiss. Donghae goes to pull his shirt off, but Sungmin hisses, "Fuck no! If you want skin, take your own shirt off," so they just press up against each other fully clothed.
Hesitantly, Sungmin breaks the kiss and trails kisses from his jaw to the column of his neck, and Donghae can't help but moan at the sensation of Sungmin's wet kisses on his skin. As Sungmin marks him with bites and playful licks of his tongue, Donghae surges up, pressing his dick against Sungmin's ass. Sungmin moans low in his throat and grinds down once more, and Donghae pretty much have memorised the curve of Sungmin's ass with his hands.
Sungmin pauses and moves away for a second, gives him a quick kiss on the lips, and pulls out a small bottle and a foil packet from his back pocket. Donghae's kind of shocked, but no, this isn't the best time to question that. The older male manages to get his jeans down around his knees from that awkward angle, and then kicks it off from his body completely. He hisses from the cold, then he dribbles the bottle's content on his fingers, reaches behind himself and pushes one finger in.
The soft little moans and gasps coming out of Sungmin's lips as he fucks himself with his finger makes Donghae feel tighter inside his jeans. Then it dawns upon him, why does Sungmin have lube and condom in his back pocket? Maybe... oh.
He watches Sungmin slide fingers in and out of himself, his wrist bent at an angle that looks a little awkward. The flush on his cheeks deepens to red with every move, and Donghae can't help but trace the tip of his cock - which is now glistening with precome - with a finger and asks, "You were planning this, weren't you?"
Sungmin's hand stills and he looks straight into Donghae's eyes when he says, "Mhmm, can't wait- ah, to ride you, Hae," with the sounds his fingers make punctuating each word.
Shit, he can watch Sungmin like this forever.
Sungmin then pulls his fingers out, wipes it on the sheets before kneeling up, holding onto his shoulders for support. Belatedly, Donghae realises what that meant and works on his jeans quickly. He struggles to get it down, and finally, shoving it down around his thighs. The older of the two sits back on his thighs, rips the condom open and rolls it down over his dick. He reaches for the bottle Sungmin has abandoned and squirts a good amount on his hand, he starts slicking himself.
Donghae strokes himself a few times before his hand gets swat away. Sungmin repositions them, and then finally, lowers himself onto his cock. And Donghae can't help but scream at how wonderful he feels inside Sungmin. He waits, waits as Sungmin bites his lip through the first few seconds, but relaxes back onto it quick as fuck, moving his hips in little circles.
"Fuck, Sungmin," he grunts out. Donghae really, really can't believe this. In all honesty, he thinks he might possibly be having a hallucination. The noises pouring out of Sungmin's lips make him think otherwise, though.
Sungmin hisses through his teeth and tilts his head back, moving his hips agonizingly slow for Donghae's liking. But other than that, Donghae loves everything about this. From how Sungmin looks so desirable and sweaty above him, how he can see his cock reappear between their bodies, down to how Sungmin's dick rubs over his shirt with every rock of his hips. The cold is now ridiculously out of place against their sweat and skin.
He notices Sungmin's legs trembling, then the latter drops onto his chest, but still moving his hips. Donghae gasps out something that might be a curse or just a string of vowels, and wraps his hands around Sungmin's hips. He starts thrusting up, meeting Sungmin's hip with a smack.
"Hae! Fucking good- ah," Sungmin yelps.
"I've always been good," he breathes, "Always."
He tilts his hips up and pulls Sungmin down, just at the right angle, and Sungmin almost chokes on his own tongue, turning his face and babbling into his neck as he works his hips over Donghae's lap, huffing out a breath every time.
It's a rush of "jesuschristdonghaesodeepsofuckinggoodohgod," and then Sungmin's straining, stretching out and coming in strings across their chest.
Donghae allows Sungmin to ride out his orgasm and then he flips them over, "You're a fucking genius, Min, you have no idea," he says, voice pitched higher than usual.
Sungmin's back is bent at a weird angle against the back of the sofa and his legs are still bent from kneeling over Donghae, but he curls them around his waist and meets his thrusts as good as he can. All boneless and fucked out.
He's growling low in Sungmin's throat, biting out rough words, "Fuck, you're just- ah, ah, oh shit, I just--" and Donghae knows Sungmin is used to this now, him forgetting to be eloquent when he's so close. Donghae's fingers tighten on either side of Sungmin's head as he lets out stressed little noises in time with his thrusts.
"Donghae," Sungmin mumbles, clenching around him. "Hae, god, I just- come on, come inside me, please."
"Come with me, Min."
"But I already--" Sungmin stops to moan as the younger slides his hand between their bodies, touches tentatively, before wrapping his hand around Sungmin's member, giving deliberate strokes.
He slams forward while Sungmin makes his best effort to thrust back onto him. Donghae drops his head to Sungmin's shoulder and just loses it, rolling his hips deep and fast. He's vaguely aware of Sungmin's head dropping back, stretching his neck, and he kind of wants to bite, but he can't actually move his head that much. A couple more thrusts and he is shaking, hot and sticky fluid coming out of his body to Sungmin's. This triggers the older male's second release, covering his hand with the evidence of their love-making. As Donghae's hips stutters to a halt, he uses his clean hand to pull Sungmin into another slow kiss.
His lips are settled on Sungmin's sweaty skin when he pulls out. He groans as he does so, and tosses the condom to the trash.
When Donghae gets back to the couch, Sungmin's just smiling up at him, waiting to snuggle with him again.
"So..." Sungmin starts when he sits next to him, pulling the blanket over them.
He looks at Sungmin incredulously, "God, Min, best lay of my life."
Sungmin just nods in agreement and plants a kiss on his cheek, "Happy birthday, Hae."
"Best gift, ever," he whispers and then presses a light kiss on the other's lips.
Pairing: Donghae/Sungmin
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1561
Summary: In where Donghae and Sungmin "snuggles" for a little warmth.
Note: Just a plotless porn fic for Donghae's birthday. No plot here guys, move along.
It's mid-October now - Donghae's birthday, to be exact - and it's raining and it's pretty cold, so they're wrapped up in blankets and huddled together in the middle of the couch while watching a superhero movie.
Halfway through the film, Donghae lets out an audible sigh and says, "This is so boring."
"But you said you like this movie," Sungmin argues, not taking his eyes off the television.
He turns to look at Sungmin and whines, "But we were supposed to go out! It's my birthday, and we're just stuck here--" he stops abruptly, shivers.
Sungmin catches this and chuckles, "What do you want, go out and eat ice cream? It's so fucking cold outside, Donghae."
Defeated, Donghae shivers again, proving Sungmin right. The latter quickly wraps his arms around him in an attempt to keep him warm. Donghae just sighs in Sungmin's arms. They barely get to have time together, and he considers himself lucky to fit his birthday into their schedules, but still, this isn't what he expected.
They stay like that for a while, but Donghae is still shaking a little. It's not from the movie or the cold, though. It's because Sungmin's pressed up against him like he is. It's not nervous kind of shaking, it's more anticipatory, really. He tries his best to keep watching what's on the screen, shifting a couple of times in the process. He fidgets in his seat a few more times and stops when Sungmin looks up at him, "Are you okay? Am I not keeping you warm enough?"
There's a devious half-smile playing out on Sungmin's lips, and yes, Donghae thinks, Sungmin's not keeping him warm enough. So he says, "Fuck this," and smashes his lips against Sungmin's. Donghae spends about thirty seconds trying to dodge Sungmin's advances to get back to the movie, and almost got hit in the face with elbows, until Sungmin gives in and kisses back.
Sungmin laughs and mumbles, "Wait," against his lips. He hums in agreement and pulls back. Donghae waits as Sungmin turns off the TV and swings his leg over his thighs to straddle him.
He makes a little noise of surprise, then a few muffled groans as he feels Sungmin grinding down his cock. Sungmin kisses him again, slipping his tongue along his bottom lip, sourcing out his tongue. While the older male's long fingers are tangled in his hair, he moves his own to Sungmin's ass and squeezes. Oh, how he loves the way Sungmin squeals into the kiss when he did that.
There's still a blanket draped over Sungmin's shoulders, and he keeps it pulled tight around him as they kiss. Donghae goes to pull his shirt off, but Sungmin hisses, "Fuck no! If you want skin, take your own shirt off," so they just press up against each other fully clothed.
Hesitantly, Sungmin breaks the kiss and trails kisses from his jaw to the column of his neck, and Donghae can't help but moan at the sensation of Sungmin's wet kisses on his skin. As Sungmin marks him with bites and playful licks of his tongue, Donghae surges up, pressing his dick against Sungmin's ass. Sungmin moans low in his throat and grinds down once more, and Donghae pretty much have memorised the curve of Sungmin's ass with his hands.
Sungmin pauses and moves away for a second, gives him a quick kiss on the lips, and pulls out a small bottle and a foil packet from his back pocket. Donghae's kind of shocked, but no, this isn't the best time to question that. The older male manages to get his jeans down around his knees from that awkward angle, and then kicks it off from his body completely. He hisses from the cold, then he dribbles the bottle's content on his fingers, reaches behind himself and pushes one finger in.
The soft little moans and gasps coming out of Sungmin's lips as he fucks himself with his finger makes Donghae feel tighter inside his jeans. Then it dawns upon him, why does Sungmin have lube and condom in his back pocket? Maybe... oh.
He watches Sungmin slide fingers in and out of himself, his wrist bent at an angle that looks a little awkward. The flush on his cheeks deepens to red with every move, and Donghae can't help but trace the tip of his cock - which is now glistening with precome - with a finger and asks, "You were planning this, weren't you?"
Sungmin's hand stills and he looks straight into Donghae's eyes when he says, "Mhmm, can't wait- ah, to ride you, Hae," with the sounds his fingers make punctuating each word.
Shit, he can watch Sungmin like this forever.
Sungmin then pulls his fingers out, wipes it on the sheets before kneeling up, holding onto his shoulders for support. Belatedly, Donghae realises what that meant and works on his jeans quickly. He struggles to get it down, and finally, shoving it down around his thighs. The older of the two sits back on his thighs, rips the condom open and rolls it down over his dick. He reaches for the bottle Sungmin has abandoned and squirts a good amount on his hand, he starts slicking himself.
Donghae strokes himself a few times before his hand gets swat away. Sungmin repositions them, and then finally, lowers himself onto his cock. And Donghae can't help but scream at how wonderful he feels inside Sungmin. He waits, waits as Sungmin bites his lip through the first few seconds, but relaxes back onto it quick as fuck, moving his hips in little circles.
"Fuck, Sungmin," he grunts out. Donghae really, really can't believe this. In all honesty, he thinks he might possibly be having a hallucination. The noises pouring out of Sungmin's lips make him think otherwise, though.
Sungmin hisses through his teeth and tilts his head back, moving his hips agonizingly slow for Donghae's liking. But other than that, Donghae loves everything about this. From how Sungmin looks so desirable and sweaty above him, how he can see his cock reappear between their bodies, down to how Sungmin's dick rubs over his shirt with every rock of his hips. The cold is now ridiculously out of place against their sweat and skin.
He notices Sungmin's legs trembling, then the latter drops onto his chest, but still moving his hips. Donghae gasps out something that might be a curse or just a string of vowels, and wraps his hands around Sungmin's hips. He starts thrusting up, meeting Sungmin's hip with a smack.
"Hae! Fucking good- ah," Sungmin yelps.
"I've always been good," he breathes, "Always."
He tilts his hips up and pulls Sungmin down, just at the right angle, and Sungmin almost chokes on his own tongue, turning his face and babbling into his neck as he works his hips over Donghae's lap, huffing out a breath every time.
It's a rush of "jesuschristdonghaesodeepsofuckinggoodohgod," and then Sungmin's straining, stretching out and coming in strings across their chest.
Donghae allows Sungmin to ride out his orgasm and then he flips them over, "You're a fucking genius, Min, you have no idea," he says, voice pitched higher than usual.
Sungmin's back is bent at a weird angle against the back of the sofa and his legs are still bent from kneeling over Donghae, but he curls them around his waist and meets his thrusts as good as he can. All boneless and fucked out.
He's growling low in Sungmin's throat, biting out rough words, "Fuck, you're just- ah, ah, oh shit, I just--" and Donghae knows Sungmin is used to this now, him forgetting to be eloquent when he's so close. Donghae's fingers tighten on either side of Sungmin's head as he lets out stressed little noises in time with his thrusts.
"Donghae," Sungmin mumbles, clenching around him. "Hae, god, I just- come on, come inside me, please."
"Come with me, Min."
"But I already--" Sungmin stops to moan as the younger slides his hand between their bodies, touches tentatively, before wrapping his hand around Sungmin's member, giving deliberate strokes.
He slams forward while Sungmin makes his best effort to thrust back onto him. Donghae drops his head to Sungmin's shoulder and just loses it, rolling his hips deep and fast. He's vaguely aware of Sungmin's head dropping back, stretching his neck, and he kind of wants to bite, but he can't actually move his head that much. A couple more thrusts and he is shaking, hot and sticky fluid coming out of his body to Sungmin's. This triggers the older male's second release, covering his hand with the evidence of their love-making. As Donghae's hips stutters to a halt, he uses his clean hand to pull Sungmin into another slow kiss.
His lips are settled on Sungmin's sweaty skin when he pulls out. He groans as he does so, and tosses the condom to the trash.
When Donghae gets back to the couch, Sungmin's just smiling up at him, waiting to snuggle with him again.
"So..." Sungmin starts when he sits next to him, pulling the blanket over them.
He looks at Sungmin incredulously, "God, Min, best lay of my life."
Sungmin just nods in agreement and plants a kiss on his cheek, "Happy birthday, Hae."
"Best gift, ever," he whispers and then presses a light kiss on the other's lips.