Nemo's Misfortune
Title: Nemo's Misfortune
Pairing: EunHae, Side!KyuMin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crack, smut, fluff
Summary: Donghae finds something amiss with his favorite stuffed animal.
Sequel to: Couple Pajamas
A/N: Lena makes me do things. You all know this already.
“Have you seen Nemo, Hyukkie?” Donghae asked, crawling around on his hands and knees to check under his bed one more time. He hadn’t seen his favorite stuffed toy in a couple days and he was starting to get worried.
“Hmm? Didn’t Sungmin have him?” Hyukjae answered his question with one of his own, rolling over onto his back and letting his head hang over the edge of the bed. “Maybe you should look in his room.”
“You’re a genius!” Donghae exclaimed, head popping up and nearly colliding with that of his boyfriend’s. “Come help me look, and I’ll take you for ice cream if we find him!”
“Can I eat it off of you?” Hyukjae replied with a gummy grin, loving the look Donghae gave him. Even after all these years together, he could still get him to blush with a few words.
“Hyukkie!” Donghae spluttered, mouth hanging open just a bit as distracted himself with his own hair. “M-maybe, if you’re really nice. But if you’re mean, I’m going to give all your ice cream to Bada!”
“Bada doesn’t like strawberries!” Hyukjae whined, feet swinging over the edge of the bed before he pulled himself up and looked down at where Donghae was still bent over on the floor.
“Then be nice to me and you won’t have to worry about it,” Donghae replied, reaching his hands out to Hyukjae so he would pull him up to his feet, “now let’s go find Nemo!”
Sometimes Hyukjae wondered how he managed to fall in love with a five year old.
*****
“Minnie! Hyukkie said that Kyunnie took Nemo prisoner!” Donghae yelled out dramatically, all but throwing himself at the door as he knocked. If the evil maknae had him, there was no telling what might have happened to his precious fishy!
Hyukjae had thought about telling Donghae that he had told Sungmin he could borrow the plushie when both Donghae and Kyuhyun had been away for the night, but that would mean that he would have to take responsibility for whatever state they found the toy in. Blaming Kyuhyun was much easier.
Sungmin looked like he had been asleep until the irritating pounding had started; his hair was a complete mess and all he was wearing was some sort of duck printed, over sized button up. They had long since become used to him sleeping without pants, so neither of them was surprised when he opened the door in such a state.
“What are you yelling about?” Sungmin asked, hand moving to smooth out some of his tousled hair and rub at his eye.
“Have you seen Nemo? I can’t find him anywhere!” Donghae asked, desperation clear in his voice.
“Yeah, I borrowed him the other day when Kyu was gone.” Sungmin shrugged, moving to the side and pointing to the orange mass on the floor between the two beds.
“Nemo! Thank goodness you’re safe!” Donghae shouted, running over and scooping up said plushie. Kyuhyun didn’t look too happy to be woken up in such a manner.
“Yah! Stop yelling and get out of here!” Kyuhyun spat, pulling a pillow over his head and ignoring the fact that both Donghae and Hyukjae could see his stupid duck pants.
“Aww! KyuMin have couple pajamas, Hyukkie!” Donghae teased, ducking and bolting from the room when a pillow was hurled at him from the direction of the grumpy maknae.
“Your boyfriend is really mean, Minnie. Maybe you should put him on a leash,” Hyukjae suggested, fingers tightening around Donghae’s wrist at the knowing smirk on Sungmin’s face and the angry growl coming from farther in the room.
“Hyukkie, don’t tease Minnie. Besides, it’s probably the other way around.”
For once, Donghae was thankful for Hyukjae yanking him away without concern of his comfort.
*****
“I think Minnie spilled milk on Nemo,” Donghae noticed after they had come back from the ice cream parlor.
“Hmm? Really?” Hyukjae asked around his ice cream. He always thought that their hyung was a lot more careful and tidy than that, “lemme see.”
The large stuffed animal was handed over to him and Hyukjae scrunched up his face as he inspected it. Somehow it didn’t look like milk. Milk wouldn’t be all streaky and-
“That is not milk!” Hyukjae screamed, throwing the offending mass of fleece and stuffing as far away from him as possible, “Hae…that-”
“What? It’s not milk? What is it?” Donghae just looked confused. What on earth could have made Hyukjae react like that?
“It. That. Hae, it’s.” Hyukjae was trying to figure out how to word it. How to soften the blow, “umm. I think Kyu and Minnie were h-having sex too close to Nemo.”
“They were too…” The rest of whatever he was going to say turned into a shriek when realization hit him. “You mean there’s come on my poor fishy?!”
Hyukjae was expecting Donghae to get angry. Maybe get up and go yell at the two of them and demand they buy him a new one with friends. Not for his bottom lip to start trembling and for tears to gather in his eyes.
“Hae, don’t cry! We can wash him and it’ll be like it never happened!” Hyukjae attempted, hand that wasn’t holding the cone rubbing gentle circles over Donghae’s back, “you can even have my ice cream.”
“There’s a reason I put him in the closet when you come over! He’s innocent and they…they-,” Donghae yelped, trying to sniff back the tears that were steadily streaming down his cheeks.
“Oh, Fishy…it’s alright. I’ll go clean him up, so just wait here.” Hyukjae reached up to brush some tears from his cheeks before carefully picking up the plush fish and carrying him out to the washer. Copious amounts of detergent and fabric softener were added, and soon it was humming away. He would deal with the offending couple later.
When he returned to Donghae’s room, the younger male was in the same position, but half of Hyukjae’s ice cream was gone. At least he had managed to distract him a little.
“Are you okay, Hae?” Hyukjae asked softly, crouching down next to him after the door was locked, “Nemo will be fine. I, um. I’m sure that he was sleeping when it happened, so he probably doesn’t remember anything. He needed a bath anyway.”
“Are you sure? I mean…isn’t it different getting it on you when you’re involved in it than when someone else just has bad aim?” Donghae’s sniffling had subsided quite a bit and his eyes looked hopeful. Hyukjae had no idea how to reply to that.
“I don’t really know, but he seemed fine when I gave him his bath,” Hyukjae replied with a nervous smile, hoping that Donghae would buy it.
“Okay. If you’re sure,” Donghae replied, eyes still watery as he licked up more of the melting ice cream from Hyukjae’s cone.
“Hae, you’re making a mess. It’s all over the place,” Hyukjae sighed as he scooted over and took a good size bite from the sticky treat, “this isn’t what I meant by eating it off of you.”
“It’s not my fault! I was really worried about Nemo and forgot to eat it fast and-,” Donghae whined, giving Hyukjae the best 'kicked puppy' look he could manage. Well, at least until he felt that cold sticky mouth on his neck. It was kind of hard to keep a coherent train of thought when his Hyukkie was using his tongue and teeth like that.
“Nemo isn’t the only one that needs a bath. You’re all sticky.” Hyukjae grinned at Donghae, admiring his work that would surely get him in trouble with the makeup artists later. He couldn’t really help himself around Donghae sometimes. Hyukjae’s aggressive side came out when Donghae acted childish. It was like he was asking to be taken advantage of.
“Will you wash my hair for me, Hyukkie?” Donghae asked, eyes still wide and hopeful. Nobody could say no to a face like that, right?
Even if it was covered in melted ice cream.
“Alright, alright. I’ll wash your hair. But I’m not using that minty-smelling stuff because it smells terrible.” Hyukjae wrinkled his nose to emphasize his point. “I’ll go get my strawberry shampoo and conditioner.”
“I’ll get the lube!”
Hyukjae could only stare as Donghae hopped up and rifled through his drawer.
*****
“Sometimes I don’t understand you, Donghae,” Hyukjae sighed, pouring some of the pink transparent liquid into his hand before working it into the younger man’s hair. “It’s like you’re a little kid one minute and a sex god the next.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about; I’m always me,” Donghae replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Besides, it would be boring if I were the same all the time.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Hyukjae hummed, massaging the shampoo into suds with small circles on Donghae’s scalp. “I guess I’m lucky that I’m the only one that gets to see the real sex god side of you.”
“Does that mean you want to see it now?” Donghae turned his head just a bit so he could catch Hyukjae’s eye and show him the naughty grin creeping up over his lips.
“I don’t think a shampoo mohawk is my definition of sexy,” Hyukjae deadpanned, despite how that thought caused his cock to twitch.
“I think you’re lying, Hyukkie. You know I felt that, right?” The grin on his face only grew wider when he pulled away to step under the spray, making sure to moan softly as the suds were washed away. Proving Hyukjae wrong was always fun.
“I can’t help it when you’re offering yourself up to me like that!” Hyukjae yelped, realizing there was no way to deny it when he couldn’t really hide any part of himself away from Donghae in their current situation, “you don’t play fair, Lee Donghae.”
“You say that like you do,” Donghae replied with a laugh, pushing his hair out of his eyes so he could look at his lover properly, “don’t think I don’t know what you wanted when you told me to take a shower. It’s your job to make me feel better, you know.”
Hyukjae couldn’t figure out the proper response to that. Was all of that crying over his toy just for show? How sneaky!
“I was really worried about you, and you just used it to get me naked!” Hyukjae accused, taking a step back from the man that was slowly advancing on him, “you could have just told me you wanted to take a shower together!”
“But I really am upset about Nemo!” Donghae retorted with a pout, arms reaching out to wrap around Hyukjae’s waist and pull him close, “I just like showering with you. Especially when I get to do whatever I want with you.”
“Hey! Who said you could-” Hyukjae was cut off by a pair of soft, hungry lips pressing insistently against his own. The hands sliding over his chest and up to his neck sent a wave of goose bumps rippling through his entire body, and before he knew it, he felt his own hands tangled in a mop of matted chestnut hair. Being pressed up against the cold tiled wall caused him to whimper and gave Donghae just the opening he was looking for.
“You’re so pretty when you’re all wet, Hyukkie,” Donghae purred, licking a drop of water dripping down Hyukjae’s jaw before trailing his lips down and attacking the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Hyukjae’s head fell back against the wall, a rather loud moan leaving his mouth as Donghae’s hand slipped between their bodies to wrap around his length and stroke him slowly, “and so sensitive.”
Hyukjae wasn’t sure when Donghae had picked up that little bottle he had brought into the shower with him, but he could tell the direction things were going in when his thigh was grasped firmly and hauled up over Donghae’s hip - or at least he thought he could tell where things were going. All Donghae had decided to do was to rock his hips roughly against his own; teasing him with a whisper of what he really wanted.
“Damn it Hae! Do something already!” Hyukjae demanded, sounding a lot whinier than he had meant to. All of that teasing was getting to him and he wasn’t going to stand for it much longer!
“You’re so needy, Hyukkie. But I guess I can be nice,” Donghae taunted before shoving two slick fingers into him without warning. For as cute and innocent as he acted, Donghae sure could be mean. Or maybe he really was being nice if the way Hyukjae was gasping was any indication.
Hyukjae, on the other hand, was having a hard time forming sentences; Donghae had come to know his body so well that it only took a few flicks of his wrist to have him moaning loud enough for anyone to hear even over the sound of the shower running. Begging might not have been in his plans, but when Donghae began whispering obscene promises of anything he wanted into his ear he decided to make an exception.
I know you want to tie me up and try out the present I bought for us.
Who in their right mind could say no to something like that?
“Hae please. Stop teasing me,” Hyukjae almost sobbed, realizing that pushing back against those fingers was getting him nowhere. In fact, it was just making Donghae pull his fingers away and shake his head at him.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll be happy to give it to you,” Donghae sang, thrusting three fingers into Hyukjae and curling them just right. He would love to say that he could do to Hyukjae this all day, but he had his own needs to attend to.
“Fuck me! For God’s sake just do it already!” Hyukjae yelped, voice cracking when Donghae decided to bite down on the bruise that was already forming and press his fingers against his prostate at the same time. He was sure that he saw stars.
“You know I can’t deny you anything,” Donghae breathed against his neck, trailing kisses up to his ear and pulling his fingers from his lover’s body, “especially when you ask so nicely.”
Hyukjae’s breath caught in his throat when he felt Donghae slide in with one quick thrust. The stretch - the heat - was almost too much for him, and he found his head falling forward to Donghae’s shoulder, a weak mutter of ‘move’ uttered against his skin. If it were anyone else he would have worried about them toppling over, but there was something about the way Donghae’s fingers dug into his thighs hard enough to leave bruises that had Hyukjae’s mind on anything but that.
Or maybe it was the way Donghae knew exactly what he wanted and never hesitated to give it to him.
Actually, it was the way Donghae said his name. It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing, it was always the same. The soft edge and deep affection always betrayed the teasing edge he tried to add to it; but that was alright, because Hyukjae knew how to play along.
“Harder,” Hyukjae demanded, fingers yanking at Donghae’s hair and pulling him into an aggressive, demanding kiss. It was something akin to motivation for the younger man, and it was enough to have him giving Hyukjae exactly what he wanted. The repeated dull thud of his head bumping against the wall was nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure surging through Hyukjae’s body. Every inch of skin Donghae touched felt like it was on fire, and Hyukjae was sure that everything that came out of his mouth was incoherent and growing louder by the moment.
“Hyukkie, you’re beautiful,” Donghae groaned, voice loud enough that Hyukjae wasn’t even sure he heard it. It was like a secret just for the two of them that they had to hide away from the world, “come for me.”
Hyukjae couldn’t argue with that, even if he wanted to. The feeling of Donghae’s hand wrapping around him and stroking him in time with his thrusts had colors flashing behind his eyes and proclamations of love pouring from his lips in an endless litany. He couldn’t be sure how long his mind had been spinning and his body trembling, but judging by the streaks of white covering Donghae’s chest and dripping from his chin he was sure that it was quite some time.
Donghae didn’t have a chance to tease him about how much of a mess he’d made or how well he listened; he was too busy clinging to Hyukjae as his body jerked and trembled through his orgasm, soft cries echoing off the tiled walls. Donghae wasn’t sure if he was just imagining the way that Hyukjae trembled and told him that he was the beautiful one.
He would have argued, but that just seemed silly when his Hyukkie was kissing the air from his lungs.
*****
“I told you Nemo would be fine,” Hyukjae smiled, stroking Donghae’s hair while they lounged in bed a few days later.
“I know. I was just worried,” Donghae sighed, nuzzling his face into the soft, freshly laundered stuffed animal, “he’s my favorite of all of them.”
A soft knock on the door was enough to catch their attention and stop their conversation.
“Come in!” Donghae almost shouted, but thought better of it.
A very grumpy looking Kyuhyun was the sight that met him, along with Sungmin pushing him rather roughly into the room.
“We just wanted to say sorry about the, um…accident with Nemo,” Sungmin started, nudging Kyuhyun with his elbow.
“Yeah. Sorry,” Kyuhyun muttered, jerking and holding out a large bag to Donghae when he was jabbed in the ribs once again, “here.”
Donghae nearly flung the orange fish toy across the room in his scramble to get to whatever it was that Kyuhyun was giving him; if Sungmin was involved in buying it, it was sure to be something nice!
“HYUKKIE LOOK!” Donghae screamed, pulling an equally large Nemo plushie from the bag and shoving it into his boyfriend’s face, “now Nemo has a brother!”
Knowing how to turn on the waterworks definitely had its advantages.
Pairing: EunHae, Side!KyuMin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crack, smut, fluff
Summary: Donghae finds something amiss with his favorite stuffed animal.
Sequel to: Couple Pajamas
A/N: Lena makes me do things. You all know this already.
“Have you seen Nemo, Hyukkie?” Donghae asked, crawling around on his hands and knees to check under his bed one more time. He hadn’t seen his favorite stuffed toy in a couple days and he was starting to get worried.
“Hmm? Didn’t Sungmin have him?” Hyukjae answered his question with one of his own, rolling over onto his back and letting his head hang over the edge of the bed. “Maybe you should look in his room.”
“You’re a genius!” Donghae exclaimed, head popping up and nearly colliding with that of his boyfriend’s. “Come help me look, and I’ll take you for ice cream if we find him!”
“Can I eat it off of you?” Hyukjae replied with a gummy grin, loving the look Donghae gave him. Even after all these years together, he could still get him to blush with a few words.
“Hyukkie!” Donghae spluttered, mouth hanging open just a bit as distracted himself with his own hair. “M-maybe, if you’re really nice. But if you’re mean, I’m going to give all your ice cream to Bada!”
“Bada doesn’t like strawberries!” Hyukjae whined, feet swinging over the edge of the bed before he pulled himself up and looked down at where Donghae was still bent over on the floor.
“Then be nice to me and you won’t have to worry about it,” Donghae replied, reaching his hands out to Hyukjae so he would pull him up to his feet, “now let’s go find Nemo!”
Sometimes Hyukjae wondered how he managed to fall in love with a five year old.
*****
“Minnie! Hyukkie said that Kyunnie took Nemo prisoner!” Donghae yelled out dramatically, all but throwing himself at the door as he knocked. If the evil maknae had him, there was no telling what might have happened to his precious fishy!
Hyukjae had thought about telling Donghae that he had told Sungmin he could borrow the plushie when both Donghae and Kyuhyun had been away for the night, but that would mean that he would have to take responsibility for whatever state they found the toy in. Blaming Kyuhyun was much easier.
Sungmin looked like he had been asleep until the irritating pounding had started; his hair was a complete mess and all he was wearing was some sort of duck printed, over sized button up. They had long since become used to him sleeping without pants, so neither of them was surprised when he opened the door in such a state.
“What are you yelling about?” Sungmin asked, hand moving to smooth out some of his tousled hair and rub at his eye.
“Have you seen Nemo? I can’t find him anywhere!” Donghae asked, desperation clear in his voice.
“Yeah, I borrowed him the other day when Kyu was gone.” Sungmin shrugged, moving to the side and pointing to the orange mass on the floor between the two beds.
“Nemo! Thank goodness you’re safe!” Donghae shouted, running over and scooping up said plushie. Kyuhyun didn’t look too happy to be woken up in such a manner.
“Yah! Stop yelling and get out of here!” Kyuhyun spat, pulling a pillow over his head and ignoring the fact that both Donghae and Hyukjae could see his stupid duck pants.
“Aww! KyuMin have couple pajamas, Hyukkie!” Donghae teased, ducking and bolting from the room when a pillow was hurled at him from the direction of the grumpy maknae.
“Your boyfriend is really mean, Minnie. Maybe you should put him on a leash,” Hyukjae suggested, fingers tightening around Donghae’s wrist at the knowing smirk on Sungmin’s face and the angry growl coming from farther in the room.
“Hyukkie, don’t tease Minnie. Besides, it’s probably the other way around.”
For once, Donghae was thankful for Hyukjae yanking him away without concern of his comfort.
*****
“I think Minnie spilled milk on Nemo,” Donghae noticed after they had come back from the ice cream parlor.
“Hmm? Really?” Hyukjae asked around his ice cream. He always thought that their hyung was a lot more careful and tidy than that, “lemme see.”
The large stuffed animal was handed over to him and Hyukjae scrunched up his face as he inspected it. Somehow it didn’t look like milk. Milk wouldn’t be all streaky and-
“That is not milk!” Hyukjae screamed, throwing the offending mass of fleece and stuffing as far away from him as possible, “Hae…that-”
“What? It’s not milk? What is it?” Donghae just looked confused. What on earth could have made Hyukjae react like that?
“It. That. Hae, it’s.” Hyukjae was trying to figure out how to word it. How to soften the blow, “umm. I think Kyu and Minnie were h-having sex too close to Nemo.”
“They were too…” The rest of whatever he was going to say turned into a shriek when realization hit him. “You mean there’s come on my poor fishy?!”
Hyukjae was expecting Donghae to get angry. Maybe get up and go yell at the two of them and demand they buy him a new one with friends. Not for his bottom lip to start trembling and for tears to gather in his eyes.
“Hae, don’t cry! We can wash him and it’ll be like it never happened!” Hyukjae attempted, hand that wasn’t holding the cone rubbing gentle circles over Donghae’s back, “you can even have my ice cream.”
“There’s a reason I put him in the closet when you come over! He’s innocent and they…they-,” Donghae yelped, trying to sniff back the tears that were steadily streaming down his cheeks.
“Oh, Fishy…it’s alright. I’ll go clean him up, so just wait here.” Hyukjae reached up to brush some tears from his cheeks before carefully picking up the plush fish and carrying him out to the washer. Copious amounts of detergent and fabric softener were added, and soon it was humming away. He would deal with the offending couple later.
When he returned to Donghae’s room, the younger male was in the same position, but half of Hyukjae’s ice cream was gone. At least he had managed to distract him a little.
“Are you okay, Hae?” Hyukjae asked softly, crouching down next to him after the door was locked, “Nemo will be fine. I, um. I’m sure that he was sleeping when it happened, so he probably doesn’t remember anything. He needed a bath anyway.”
“Are you sure? I mean…isn’t it different getting it on you when you’re involved in it than when someone else just has bad aim?” Donghae’s sniffling had subsided quite a bit and his eyes looked hopeful. Hyukjae had no idea how to reply to that.
“I don’t really know, but he seemed fine when I gave him his bath,” Hyukjae replied with a nervous smile, hoping that Donghae would buy it.
“Okay. If you’re sure,” Donghae replied, eyes still watery as he licked up more of the melting ice cream from Hyukjae’s cone.
“Hae, you’re making a mess. It’s all over the place,” Hyukjae sighed as he scooted over and took a good size bite from the sticky treat, “this isn’t what I meant by eating it off of you.”
“It’s not my fault! I was really worried about Nemo and forgot to eat it fast and-,” Donghae whined, giving Hyukjae the best 'kicked puppy' look he could manage. Well, at least until he felt that cold sticky mouth on his neck. It was kind of hard to keep a coherent train of thought when his Hyukkie was using his tongue and teeth like that.
“Nemo isn’t the only one that needs a bath. You’re all sticky.” Hyukjae grinned at Donghae, admiring his work that would surely get him in trouble with the makeup artists later. He couldn’t really help himself around Donghae sometimes. Hyukjae’s aggressive side came out when Donghae acted childish. It was like he was asking to be taken advantage of.
“Will you wash my hair for me, Hyukkie?” Donghae asked, eyes still wide and hopeful. Nobody could say no to a face like that, right?
Even if it was covered in melted ice cream.
“Alright, alright. I’ll wash your hair. But I’m not using that minty-smelling stuff because it smells terrible.” Hyukjae wrinkled his nose to emphasize his point. “I’ll go get my strawberry shampoo and conditioner.”
“I’ll get the lube!”
Hyukjae could only stare as Donghae hopped up and rifled through his drawer.
*****
“Sometimes I don’t understand you, Donghae,” Hyukjae sighed, pouring some of the pink transparent liquid into his hand before working it into the younger man’s hair. “It’s like you’re a little kid one minute and a sex god the next.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about; I’m always me,” Donghae replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Besides, it would be boring if I were the same all the time.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Hyukjae hummed, massaging the shampoo into suds with small circles on Donghae’s scalp. “I guess I’m lucky that I’m the only one that gets to see the real sex god side of you.”
“Does that mean you want to see it now?” Donghae turned his head just a bit so he could catch Hyukjae’s eye and show him the naughty grin creeping up over his lips.
“I don’t think a shampoo mohawk is my definition of sexy,” Hyukjae deadpanned, despite how that thought caused his cock to twitch.
“I think you’re lying, Hyukkie. You know I felt that, right?” The grin on his face only grew wider when he pulled away to step under the spray, making sure to moan softly as the suds were washed away. Proving Hyukjae wrong was always fun.
“I can’t help it when you’re offering yourself up to me like that!” Hyukjae yelped, realizing there was no way to deny it when he couldn’t really hide any part of himself away from Donghae in their current situation, “you don’t play fair, Lee Donghae.”
“You say that like you do,” Donghae replied with a laugh, pushing his hair out of his eyes so he could look at his lover properly, “don’t think I don’t know what you wanted when you told me to take a shower. It’s your job to make me feel better, you know.”
Hyukjae couldn’t figure out the proper response to that. Was all of that crying over his toy just for show? How sneaky!
“I was really worried about you, and you just used it to get me naked!” Hyukjae accused, taking a step back from the man that was slowly advancing on him, “you could have just told me you wanted to take a shower together!”
“But I really am upset about Nemo!” Donghae retorted with a pout, arms reaching out to wrap around Hyukjae’s waist and pull him close, “I just like showering with you. Especially when I get to do whatever I want with you.”
“Hey! Who said you could-” Hyukjae was cut off by a pair of soft, hungry lips pressing insistently against his own. The hands sliding over his chest and up to his neck sent a wave of goose bumps rippling through his entire body, and before he knew it, he felt his own hands tangled in a mop of matted chestnut hair. Being pressed up against the cold tiled wall caused him to whimper and gave Donghae just the opening he was looking for.
“You’re so pretty when you’re all wet, Hyukkie,” Donghae purred, licking a drop of water dripping down Hyukjae’s jaw before trailing his lips down and attacking the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Hyukjae’s head fell back against the wall, a rather loud moan leaving his mouth as Donghae’s hand slipped between their bodies to wrap around his length and stroke him slowly, “and so sensitive.”
Hyukjae wasn’t sure when Donghae had picked up that little bottle he had brought into the shower with him, but he could tell the direction things were going in when his thigh was grasped firmly and hauled up over Donghae’s hip - or at least he thought he could tell where things were going. All Donghae had decided to do was to rock his hips roughly against his own; teasing him with a whisper of what he really wanted.
“Damn it Hae! Do something already!” Hyukjae demanded, sounding a lot whinier than he had meant to. All of that teasing was getting to him and he wasn’t going to stand for it much longer!
“You’re so needy, Hyukkie. But I guess I can be nice,” Donghae taunted before shoving two slick fingers into him without warning. For as cute and innocent as he acted, Donghae sure could be mean. Or maybe he really was being nice if the way Hyukjae was gasping was any indication.
Hyukjae, on the other hand, was having a hard time forming sentences; Donghae had come to know his body so well that it only took a few flicks of his wrist to have him moaning loud enough for anyone to hear even over the sound of the shower running. Begging might not have been in his plans, but when Donghae began whispering obscene promises of anything he wanted into his ear he decided to make an exception.
I know you want to tie me up and try out the present I bought for us.
Who in their right mind could say no to something like that?
“Hae please. Stop teasing me,” Hyukjae almost sobbed, realizing that pushing back against those fingers was getting him nowhere. In fact, it was just making Donghae pull his fingers away and shake his head at him.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll be happy to give it to you,” Donghae sang, thrusting three fingers into Hyukjae and curling them just right. He would love to say that he could do to Hyukjae this all day, but he had his own needs to attend to.
“Fuck me! For God’s sake just do it already!” Hyukjae yelped, voice cracking when Donghae decided to bite down on the bruise that was already forming and press his fingers against his prostate at the same time. He was sure that he saw stars.
“You know I can’t deny you anything,” Donghae breathed against his neck, trailing kisses up to his ear and pulling his fingers from his lover’s body, “especially when you ask so nicely.”
Hyukjae’s breath caught in his throat when he felt Donghae slide in with one quick thrust. The stretch - the heat - was almost too much for him, and he found his head falling forward to Donghae’s shoulder, a weak mutter of ‘move’ uttered against his skin. If it were anyone else he would have worried about them toppling over, but there was something about the way Donghae’s fingers dug into his thighs hard enough to leave bruises that had Hyukjae’s mind on anything but that.
Or maybe it was the way Donghae knew exactly what he wanted and never hesitated to give it to him.
Actually, it was the way Donghae said his name. It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing, it was always the same. The soft edge and deep affection always betrayed the teasing edge he tried to add to it; but that was alright, because Hyukjae knew how to play along.
“Harder,” Hyukjae demanded, fingers yanking at Donghae’s hair and pulling him into an aggressive, demanding kiss. It was something akin to motivation for the younger man, and it was enough to have him giving Hyukjae exactly what he wanted. The repeated dull thud of his head bumping against the wall was nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure surging through Hyukjae’s body. Every inch of skin Donghae touched felt like it was on fire, and Hyukjae was sure that everything that came out of his mouth was incoherent and growing louder by the moment.
“Hyukkie, you’re beautiful,” Donghae groaned, voice loud enough that Hyukjae wasn’t even sure he heard it. It was like a secret just for the two of them that they had to hide away from the world, “come for me.”
Hyukjae couldn’t argue with that, even if he wanted to. The feeling of Donghae’s hand wrapping around him and stroking him in time with his thrusts had colors flashing behind his eyes and proclamations of love pouring from his lips in an endless litany. He couldn’t be sure how long his mind had been spinning and his body trembling, but judging by the streaks of white covering Donghae’s chest and dripping from his chin he was sure that it was quite some time.
Donghae didn’t have a chance to tease him about how much of a mess he’d made or how well he listened; he was too busy clinging to Hyukjae as his body jerked and trembled through his orgasm, soft cries echoing off the tiled walls. Donghae wasn’t sure if he was just imagining the way that Hyukjae trembled and told him that he was the beautiful one.
He would have argued, but that just seemed silly when his Hyukkie was kissing the air from his lungs.
*****
“I told you Nemo would be fine,” Hyukjae smiled, stroking Donghae’s hair while they lounged in bed a few days later.
“I know. I was just worried,” Donghae sighed, nuzzling his face into the soft, freshly laundered stuffed animal, “he’s my favorite of all of them.”
A soft knock on the door was enough to catch their attention and stop their conversation.
“Come in!” Donghae almost shouted, but thought better of it.
A very grumpy looking Kyuhyun was the sight that met him, along with Sungmin pushing him rather roughly into the room.
“We just wanted to say sorry about the, um…accident with Nemo,” Sungmin started, nudging Kyuhyun with his elbow.
“Yeah. Sorry,” Kyuhyun muttered, jerking and holding out a large bag to Donghae when he was jabbed in the ribs once again, “here.”
Donghae nearly flung the orange fish toy across the room in his scramble to get to whatever it was that Kyuhyun was giving him; if Sungmin was involved in buying it, it was sure to be something nice!
“HYUKKIE LOOK!” Donghae screamed, pulling an equally large Nemo plushie from the bag and shoving it into his boyfriend’s face, “now Nemo has a brother!”
Knowing how to turn on the waterworks definitely had its advantages.