Fic : Sweet Surrender
Title: Sweet Surrender
Pairing: Hankyung/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, self prep, flexibility
Words: 2,625 (omg biggest yet!!! *dead*)
Summary: Kyuhyun needs some help with his hip rotations, and Hankyung is happy to lend a hand, but is he the only one who needs it?
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 037 : Rotation ( my archive)
Giant thankies to
momijinohimitsu for betaing yet again and dealin with my dodgy sentences <333
Quiet strains of music floated hauntingly through building, catching Hankyung's attention as they reached his ears. It was well known how dedicated he was to his dancing, and that he'd likely be sweating away in the practice rooms well after everyone else had left, either satisfied with their routine or too tired and hungry - and loud, in Heechul and Kangin's case - to be doing anything productive anymore.
But it was so late now that even Hankyung was ready to call it a day. He was just shuffling down the quiet, deserted halls, thoughts of sating food, relieving showers and inviting beds spurring him on. However, this music had him freezing in place, internally straining to hear this phantom melody better.
Could it be the building was haunted by some tortured soul trying to lure people in for revenge with the very music they died to, only to appear in front of them, all long mattered hair and blank white eyes, bloody gashes adorning the limp gnarled face as the talon like hands reached out to rip the life from you.
No wait... He recognized that song; either it was printed so deeply in his mind from endless hours of practice or this ghost was some deranged ex-fangirl - which was actually almost as scary as his imaginary scenario. But perhaps not, as he stopped unconsciously power-walking to the exit - he could see the lights were on in one of the other dance studios.
Hankyung was shocked, or was he? Their magnae had always been such an earnest and hard-working member, but he wouldn't have pegged Kyuhyun for such extra hours of practice. Especially alone, all the members had a tendency to unashamedly coddle their youngest, and with good reason, and now the added fear of separation, with all of them in fact, made them stick that much closer together after the announcement of Super Junior M, desperately trying to get as much time with them as possible before they left. It may not have been permanent, but it was big and deeply affecting them all whether they'd admit it or not.
The company was easing them in, a song familiar but not in language, a dance a shadow, no, a child of the other, but it didn't make the shift any less scary. It must be much worse for the other, Hankyung thought; of course he knew the language, but not only that, dancing was a much more natural thing for him, and Kyuhyun didn't pick it up as easily.
With the stereo blaring out U and the focus the other man was putting into his dancing, Kyuhyun didn't notice Hankyung, so he watched him. He watched how he knew the steps, how there was a shade of mimicry of his own dancing in the motions, but not quite connecting with them, not comfortable with them? His frustration at not achieving what he was striving for was clearly evident in his movements as he struggled with the steps, only inhibiting him frustratingly further from his desired goal.
Hankyung dropped his bag heavily to announce his presence
"You're here late."
Kyuhyun turned a weary smile his way. "I'm practising, I need to get better at the routine. I want us to do well in China."
Touched by his dedication to the group, Hankyung decided he'd do what he could to help him.
"I can help you, if you want any?"
Mumbling in embarrassment, Kyuhyun blushed but admitted, "It's the hip rotation. I was never that good with the thrusts as it is, I don’t know, I’m just not a dancer like you are. It doesn’t look right with me and I’m going to let everyone down."
"Come here," he beckoned Kyuhyun over with a flap of his hand, "You just need to learn how to tilt your pelvis." He rotated his hips this way and that to demonstrate, "And relax, trust me, it'll be easier if you relax."
And he really was improving already Hankyung thought, watching Kyuhyun practice, correcting him occasionally and encouraging him along.
It was already late though, and they were both lagging, so it wasn't long before they gave up for the night, however as he was about to pick up his bag as they were on their way out, he heard a weary sigh and he turned to see the other man looking insecure, his head bowed.
"Don't worry," Hankyung soothed, moving closer to take the others face in his hands comfortingly, "They'll love you even before they hear you sing. I'm sure of it."
"I'm scared, hyung." mumbled Kyuhyun in reply, leaning slightly into the touch and into him, hands fiddling with the drawstring of his jogging bottoms. Those three words, that they were even voiced at all, spoke volumes to Hankyung, a barrage of questions and worries laid out for anyone smart enough to read between the lines, "I don't want to leave the group behind, how will we get along when we can't understand the language, so far away in a strange place we'll have nowhere to go, what if they don't like us?"
"There's no need to worry. I’ll be there, I'll look after you." Hankyung assured him, stroking a warm cheek reassuringly with his thumb.
"Promise?" Large, fearful eyes raised to look at him and Hankyung realised how rare it was for Kyuhyun to look his relative age, to lose the mature, together persona and actually allow himself to be vulnerable.
"Promise." Now squeezing his shoulders like it cemented his statement, he leant down to plant a kiss on the younger man's forehead, considering the exchange closed.
He didn't count on lips tentatively reaching up to press against his own.
It was sweet, the kiss, lingering and inexperienced, longer than a mere endearment but ending before it became anything more, and strangely he didn't question it, it was what it was, and what it was was up to Kyuhyun. Who, he realized, had strode off towards the door as if noting had happened while he stood there like a spacey gooseberry.
*********************************
It wasn't until they had debuted as SJM that he was reminded it had even happened. Back in their temporary hotel rooms for the night, all tired out from their stressful first performance, from being thrust into an unfamiliar environment, to stumble their way through a new language, faced with unfamiliar screams of fans, Hankyung trying valiantly to be everywhere at once to help the other members understand.
He'd been given a single room as the leader, not that it really mattered, just enough energy left to fall out of his clothes and collapse, exhausted, on his bed, and surely the others were no different. He was woken from drifting off at a soft knock on the door, followed by a quiet click, causing him to tense and mentally kick himself for forgetting to lock it, but he relaxed hearing a quiet "Hyung?" whispered into the gloom
Slightly concerned, but sensing no urgent cause to actually move yet, Hankyung mumbled a garbled, barely intelligible "What's wrong?" into his pillows, turning slightly in the direction of Kyuhyun's voice, even his tongue too lagged out to properly articulate the words.
Silence, and Hankyung found himself more aware, waiting for an answer, wondering if Kyuhyun had understood, and pushed himself up to try and peer towards him for some indication, but was shocked once again to feel the covers lifted, a warm, startlingly undressed body squirming in next to him and he found himself looking down on the other man snuggled up against him.
"It's not easy on you either, is it?" Kyuhyun's voice was still only a breath of a whisper, large eyes reflecting the minuscule specks of light, feeding them and rippling outwards into watery depths, "And you still take such good care of us."
And Hankyung was once again on the receiving end of soft lips reaching up to meet his, still a bit unsure, fingers clenching nervously in his loose top, screaming anticipated rejection. They only tightened as Hankyung coaxed him into the kiss, encouraging but gently, letting Kyuhyun have the control.
Feeling those first intrepid sweeps of tongue into his mouth were sweet, loving, kind of innocent, but engulfing, somehow turning him on more profoundly than a blatant display of sexuality ever had. Hankyung ventured out to start stroking Kyuhyun's suggestively with his own as the other man grew bolder, shifting closer to wrap his arms around Hankyung's neck to draw him closer and he felt that unmistakeable hardness brush against his thigh.
The dancer was more than happy to bring their hips together, to remove any doubt in Kyuhyun’s mind that he was enjoying this, and he definitely enjoyed the way Kyuhyun yanked their mouths apart to gasp at the feeling of only thin layers of cloth separating their joint erections.
"I like taking care of you." Placing wet kisses along the long, bared neck in front of him, Hankyung undulated his hips, teasing and slow, chasing the tremors that sped across Kyuhyun's skin with his mouth.
"Hyung," The word gasped out, as the other man gulped in a vain attempt to gain some elusive shred of coherency, "I don't want you to do it alone, I want to help you."
Hankyung was sliding a hand into Kyuhyun's boxers now, wrapping it around him and feeling him twitch under his touch, already so hard and needy, and giving him ideas.
"Do you want to fuck me?" The words were crass in nature, but the tone it was spoken in was soft and genuinely questioning, not simply to draw dirty words out of the other man, but an offer of mutual pleasure.
His head may have been ducked, to hide the blush Hankyung was sure now coloured Kyuhyun's cheeks, but the nod was fervent, and fumbling fingers tugged inelegantly at his boxers, a dubious help but a definite ascent. It was so cute, he was almost loathe to help the other man and just watch this bambi-esque being find his clothes-stripping legs, but that was cruel, and ultimately unproductive, so he took the task on himself, and the way he slipped them down his long legs belied his dancing background in its effortless grace.
It was an unnecessarily showy flourish he used to arch backwards supinely to reach into the bed side draw for something slick and needed, but worth it for the look of awe with a dash of creative twinkle of possibilities that adorned Kyuhyun's face when he was back face to face with him.
That look was nothing compared to the slack jawed disbelief plastered across it when he began to stretch himself with his own lube coated fingers, methodically and slightly awkwardly, the feeling of a wide transfixed stare sweeping along his body heating his skin and quickening his actions.
Hankyung started, as suddenly assertive fingers stilled his wrist.
"Let me do it?" The bold statement was softened by the questioning edge, dirtily arousing but so kind in intention, and Hankyung didn't have to think twice about acquiescing. It was amazing how intimate it felt, as Kyuhyun manoeuvred Hankyung's hand away, to replace it with his own readily slicked fingers, familiar yet foreign as they breached his body, the angle of the different fingers allowing them much deeper than his own.
Lacking in refined skill, the probing fingers were unknowingly teasing in their exploration, but it was refreshing to not be played so expertly for once, to witness the thoughts and discoveries flit across Kyuhyun's face as fingers mapped his insides. The whole experience was taking on a new perspective, this sweet caring man setting his mind alight with clichés of joint paths and journeys into the unknown, uncovering forgotten treasures along the way.
The sharp 'ahhh' of pleasure and surprise that spilled from Hankyung's lips as the inquisitive digits happened upon his prostate, had the fingers freezing in place, a look of worried guilt now shot his way, just screaming a desire to be swallowed by a big hole in the floor. It took a rather gargantuan effort to choke out some reassurance to keep going, overcome with pleasure since Kyuhyun had managed to freeze still pressing against that spot.
"Keep going. Feels good~~~~" Hankyung reached out a hand to caress Kyuhyun's cheek, trying to be soothing and reassuring along with the genuine encouragement positively radiating from his posture and expression. He could feel the lingering apprehension as they began to shift inside him once again; Hankyung wasn't one to be vocal but the quiet appreciative noises he was making as once more he was caressed from the inside, did seem to be making Kyuhyun bolder, even adding a third to the fold without prompting to stretch him more completely.
Any more of this gentle torment and Hankyung felt he could vibrate right into outer space, solely powered by the building tingling in his nerves, balancing him on this taut knife edge of sensation that was so tantalizingly close to some real explosions, thrumming through his skin to be let loose.
"Are you ready?" He simply voiced to Kyuhyun, perhaps a reversal of expected roles, but Kyuhyun could read between the lines, to the unspoken 'I'm ready, don't worry, I want this.'
And then everything changed. Kyuhyun was pushing in, slow but purposeful, stealing all of Hankyung's control to feed his own movements. His hands and lips were caressing his skin, soothing and loving, calculated and articulate, seamlessly conveying the real emotion behind the act. That this wasn't just a feel better fuck, that Kyuhyun cared about him, honestly and deeply, wanted to make him his and it took Hankyung's breath away.
He felt exposed, no longer leading, to just lie back and feel, let Kyuhyun do this his way, but it was exhilarating to not have the responsibility and to just let go of all his inhibitions and enjoy as the younger man lead the way.
He threw his arms back above his head, hands flexing and fingers curling around fresh air with every twinge and zip of feeling, arching his back to thrust along with Kyuhyun, revelling unrestrained in being filled so gloriously. Throwing his head back to throw out genuine moans, urging the pace forward as he caught Kyuhyun's unflinching gaze and a hand snaked down to wrap around his exposed cock.
It was slow, but steadily increasing, building on top of itself, like a rumbling thunderstorm gearing up for an intense powerful flash of lightning. As though static electricity had been built up from the friction as they moved, producing sparks that shot across his vision and he moved to tense his fingers in Kyuhyun's back, pulling them flush against one another as it struck, completing the circuit to allow invigorating energy to race between them, exploding in fantastic rainbows of colours leaving them sated and spent in it's wake.
Watching Kyuhyun as he lay falling asleep next to him, his muscles were already moving to perform some innate motherly gesture, but Kyuhyun beat him to it, curling lethargic arms around Hankyung's shoulders, pulling him in to cradle him against his chest, fingers lazily sliding through his hair.
"We couldn't do it without you, hyung. But maybe you need someone to take care of you."
***************************
To the outward observer, nothing had changed. Hankyung still mothered them all, stressed over scheduling and dance routines, ended the day exhausted but happy, secure in the fact he'd done everything he could to make their work a success. But behind closed doors he would let go, be cared for for a change to be held in loving arms as all the hardship left him behind. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
Notes:
WOAH this got all kinds of HUGE!! But hopefully enjoyable to read none the less XDD and sorry Beeve Kyu isn't rawr in this one 0___0
Pairing: Hankyung/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, self prep, flexibility
Words: 2,625 (omg biggest yet!!! *dead*)
Summary: Kyuhyun needs some help with his hip rotations, and Hankyung is happy to lend a hand, but is he the only one who needs it?
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 037 : Rotation ( my archive)
Giant thankies to
momijinohimitsu for betaing yet again and dealin with my dodgy sentences <333
Quiet strains of music floated hauntingly through building, catching Hankyung's attention as they reached his ears. It was well known how dedicated he was to his dancing, and that he'd likely be sweating away in the practice rooms well after everyone else had left, either satisfied with their routine or too tired and hungry - and loud, in Heechul and Kangin's case - to be doing anything productive anymore.
But it was so late now that even Hankyung was ready to call it a day. He was just shuffling down the quiet, deserted halls, thoughts of sating food, relieving showers and inviting beds spurring him on. However, this music had him freezing in place, internally straining to hear this phantom melody better.
Could it be the building was haunted by some tortured soul trying to lure people in for revenge with the very music they died to, only to appear in front of them, all long mattered hair and blank white eyes, bloody gashes adorning the limp gnarled face as the talon like hands reached out to rip the life from you.
No wait... He recognized that song; either it was printed so deeply in his mind from endless hours of practice or this ghost was some deranged ex-fangirl - which was actually almost as scary as his imaginary scenario. But perhaps not, as he stopped unconsciously power-walking to the exit - he could see the lights were on in one of the other dance studios.
Hankyung was shocked, or was he? Their magnae had always been such an earnest and hard-working member, but he wouldn't have pegged Kyuhyun for such extra hours of practice. Especially alone, all the members had a tendency to unashamedly coddle their youngest, and with good reason, and now the added fear of separation, with all of them in fact, made them stick that much closer together after the announcement of Super Junior M, desperately trying to get as much time with them as possible before they left. It may not have been permanent, but it was big and deeply affecting them all whether they'd admit it or not.
The company was easing them in, a song familiar but not in language, a dance a shadow, no, a child of the other, but it didn't make the shift any less scary. It must be much worse for the other, Hankyung thought; of course he knew the language, but not only that, dancing was a much more natural thing for him, and Kyuhyun didn't pick it up as easily.
With the stereo blaring out U and the focus the other man was putting into his dancing, Kyuhyun didn't notice Hankyung, so he watched him. He watched how he knew the steps, how there was a shade of mimicry of his own dancing in the motions, but not quite connecting with them, not comfortable with them? His frustration at not achieving what he was striving for was clearly evident in his movements as he struggled with the steps, only inhibiting him frustratingly further from his desired goal.
Hankyung dropped his bag heavily to announce his presence
"You're here late."
Kyuhyun turned a weary smile his way. "I'm practising, I need to get better at the routine. I want us to do well in China."
Touched by his dedication to the group, Hankyung decided he'd do what he could to help him.
"I can help you, if you want any?"
Mumbling in embarrassment, Kyuhyun blushed but admitted, "It's the hip rotation. I was never that good with the thrusts as it is, I don’t know, I’m just not a dancer like you are. It doesn’t look right with me and I’m going to let everyone down."
"Come here," he beckoned Kyuhyun over with a flap of his hand, "You just need to learn how to tilt your pelvis." He rotated his hips this way and that to demonstrate, "And relax, trust me, it'll be easier if you relax."
And he really was improving already Hankyung thought, watching Kyuhyun practice, correcting him occasionally and encouraging him along.
It was already late though, and they were both lagging, so it wasn't long before they gave up for the night, however as he was about to pick up his bag as they were on their way out, he heard a weary sigh and he turned to see the other man looking insecure, his head bowed.
"Don't worry," Hankyung soothed, moving closer to take the others face in his hands comfortingly, "They'll love you even before they hear you sing. I'm sure of it."
"I'm scared, hyung." mumbled Kyuhyun in reply, leaning slightly into the touch and into him, hands fiddling with the drawstring of his jogging bottoms. Those three words, that they were even voiced at all, spoke volumes to Hankyung, a barrage of questions and worries laid out for anyone smart enough to read between the lines, "I don't want to leave the group behind, how will we get along when we can't understand the language, so far away in a strange place we'll have nowhere to go, what if they don't like us?"
"There's no need to worry. I’ll be there, I'll look after you." Hankyung assured him, stroking a warm cheek reassuringly with his thumb.
"Promise?" Large, fearful eyes raised to look at him and Hankyung realised how rare it was for Kyuhyun to look his relative age, to lose the mature, together persona and actually allow himself to be vulnerable.
"Promise." Now squeezing his shoulders like it cemented his statement, he leant down to plant a kiss on the younger man's forehead, considering the exchange closed.
He didn't count on lips tentatively reaching up to press against his own.
It was sweet, the kiss, lingering and inexperienced, longer than a mere endearment but ending before it became anything more, and strangely he didn't question it, it was what it was, and what it was was up to Kyuhyun. Who, he realized, had strode off towards the door as if noting had happened while he stood there like a spacey gooseberry.
*********************************
It wasn't until they had debuted as SJM that he was reminded it had even happened. Back in their temporary hotel rooms for the night, all tired out from their stressful first performance, from being thrust into an unfamiliar environment, to stumble their way through a new language, faced with unfamiliar screams of fans, Hankyung trying valiantly to be everywhere at once to help the other members understand.
He'd been given a single room as the leader, not that it really mattered, just enough energy left to fall out of his clothes and collapse, exhausted, on his bed, and surely the others were no different. He was woken from drifting off at a soft knock on the door, followed by a quiet click, causing him to tense and mentally kick himself for forgetting to lock it, but he relaxed hearing a quiet "Hyung?" whispered into the gloom
Slightly concerned, but sensing no urgent cause to actually move yet, Hankyung mumbled a garbled, barely intelligible "What's wrong?" into his pillows, turning slightly in the direction of Kyuhyun's voice, even his tongue too lagged out to properly articulate the words.
Silence, and Hankyung found himself more aware, waiting for an answer, wondering if Kyuhyun had understood, and pushed himself up to try and peer towards him for some indication, but was shocked once again to feel the covers lifted, a warm, startlingly undressed body squirming in next to him and he found himself looking down on the other man snuggled up against him.
"It's not easy on you either, is it?" Kyuhyun's voice was still only a breath of a whisper, large eyes reflecting the minuscule specks of light, feeding them and rippling outwards into watery depths, "And you still take such good care of us."
And Hankyung was once again on the receiving end of soft lips reaching up to meet his, still a bit unsure, fingers clenching nervously in his loose top, screaming anticipated rejection. They only tightened as Hankyung coaxed him into the kiss, encouraging but gently, letting Kyuhyun have the control.
Feeling those first intrepid sweeps of tongue into his mouth were sweet, loving, kind of innocent, but engulfing, somehow turning him on more profoundly than a blatant display of sexuality ever had. Hankyung ventured out to start stroking Kyuhyun's suggestively with his own as the other man grew bolder, shifting closer to wrap his arms around Hankyung's neck to draw him closer and he felt that unmistakeable hardness brush against his thigh.
The dancer was more than happy to bring their hips together, to remove any doubt in Kyuhyun’s mind that he was enjoying this, and he definitely enjoyed the way Kyuhyun yanked their mouths apart to gasp at the feeling of only thin layers of cloth separating their joint erections.
"I like taking care of you." Placing wet kisses along the long, bared neck in front of him, Hankyung undulated his hips, teasing and slow, chasing the tremors that sped across Kyuhyun's skin with his mouth.
"Hyung," The word gasped out, as the other man gulped in a vain attempt to gain some elusive shred of coherency, "I don't want you to do it alone, I want to help you."
Hankyung was sliding a hand into Kyuhyun's boxers now, wrapping it around him and feeling him twitch under his touch, already so hard and needy, and giving him ideas.
"Do you want to fuck me?" The words were crass in nature, but the tone it was spoken in was soft and genuinely questioning, not simply to draw dirty words out of the other man, but an offer of mutual pleasure.
His head may have been ducked, to hide the blush Hankyung was sure now coloured Kyuhyun's cheeks, but the nod was fervent, and fumbling fingers tugged inelegantly at his boxers, a dubious help but a definite ascent. It was so cute, he was almost loathe to help the other man and just watch this bambi-esque being find his clothes-stripping legs, but that was cruel, and ultimately unproductive, so he took the task on himself, and the way he slipped them down his long legs belied his dancing background in its effortless grace.
It was an unnecessarily showy flourish he used to arch backwards supinely to reach into the bed side draw for something slick and needed, but worth it for the look of awe with a dash of creative twinkle of possibilities that adorned Kyuhyun's face when he was back face to face with him.
That look was nothing compared to the slack jawed disbelief plastered across it when he began to stretch himself with his own lube coated fingers, methodically and slightly awkwardly, the feeling of a wide transfixed stare sweeping along his body heating his skin and quickening his actions.
Hankyung started, as suddenly assertive fingers stilled his wrist.
"Let me do it?" The bold statement was softened by the questioning edge, dirtily arousing but so kind in intention, and Hankyung didn't have to think twice about acquiescing. It was amazing how intimate it felt, as Kyuhyun manoeuvred Hankyung's hand away, to replace it with his own readily slicked fingers, familiar yet foreign as they breached his body, the angle of the different fingers allowing them much deeper than his own.
Lacking in refined skill, the probing fingers were unknowingly teasing in their exploration, but it was refreshing to not be played so expertly for once, to witness the thoughts and discoveries flit across Kyuhyun's face as fingers mapped his insides. The whole experience was taking on a new perspective, this sweet caring man setting his mind alight with clichés of joint paths and journeys into the unknown, uncovering forgotten treasures along the way.
The sharp 'ahhh' of pleasure and surprise that spilled from Hankyung's lips as the inquisitive digits happened upon his prostate, had the fingers freezing in place, a look of worried guilt now shot his way, just screaming a desire to be swallowed by a big hole in the floor. It took a rather gargantuan effort to choke out some reassurance to keep going, overcome with pleasure since Kyuhyun had managed to freeze still pressing against that spot.
"Keep going. Feels good~~~~" Hankyung reached out a hand to caress Kyuhyun's cheek, trying to be soothing and reassuring along with the genuine encouragement positively radiating from his posture and expression. He could feel the lingering apprehension as they began to shift inside him once again; Hankyung wasn't one to be vocal but the quiet appreciative noises he was making as once more he was caressed from the inside, did seem to be making Kyuhyun bolder, even adding a third to the fold without prompting to stretch him more completely.
Any more of this gentle torment and Hankyung felt he could vibrate right into outer space, solely powered by the building tingling in his nerves, balancing him on this taut knife edge of sensation that was so tantalizingly close to some real explosions, thrumming through his skin to be let loose.
"Are you ready?" He simply voiced to Kyuhyun, perhaps a reversal of expected roles, but Kyuhyun could read between the lines, to the unspoken 'I'm ready, don't worry, I want this.'
And then everything changed. Kyuhyun was pushing in, slow but purposeful, stealing all of Hankyung's control to feed his own movements. His hands and lips were caressing his skin, soothing and loving, calculated and articulate, seamlessly conveying the real emotion behind the act. That this wasn't just a feel better fuck, that Kyuhyun cared about him, honestly and deeply, wanted to make him his and it took Hankyung's breath away.
He felt exposed, no longer leading, to just lie back and feel, let Kyuhyun do this his way, but it was exhilarating to not have the responsibility and to just let go of all his inhibitions and enjoy as the younger man lead the way.
He threw his arms back above his head, hands flexing and fingers curling around fresh air with every twinge and zip of feeling, arching his back to thrust along with Kyuhyun, revelling unrestrained in being filled so gloriously. Throwing his head back to throw out genuine moans, urging the pace forward as he caught Kyuhyun's unflinching gaze and a hand snaked down to wrap around his exposed cock.
It was slow, but steadily increasing, building on top of itself, like a rumbling thunderstorm gearing up for an intense powerful flash of lightning. As though static electricity had been built up from the friction as they moved, producing sparks that shot across his vision and he moved to tense his fingers in Kyuhyun's back, pulling them flush against one another as it struck, completing the circuit to allow invigorating energy to race between them, exploding in fantastic rainbows of colours leaving them sated and spent in it's wake.
Watching Kyuhyun as he lay falling asleep next to him, his muscles were already moving to perform some innate motherly gesture, but Kyuhyun beat him to it, curling lethargic arms around Hankyung's shoulders, pulling him in to cradle him against his chest, fingers lazily sliding through his hair.
"We couldn't do it without you, hyung. But maybe you need someone to take care of you."
***************************
To the outward observer, nothing had changed. Hankyung still mothered them all, stressed over scheduling and dance routines, ended the day exhausted but happy, secure in the fact he'd done everything he could to make their work a success. But behind closed doors he would let go, be cared for for a change to be held in loving arms as all the hardship left him behind. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
Notes:
WOAH this got all kinds of HUGE!! But hopefully enjoyable to read none the less XDD and sorry Beeve Kyu isn't rawr in this one 0___0