Black Leather Gloves
Title: Black Leather Gloves
Pairing: Hyukjae/Donghae
Genre: Angst, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Donghae is in love with Hyukjae and there's one thing he wears that sexually frustrates him more than anything... but Hyukjae can never know.
Notes: For rurouneko, na_jin_br, and tees2mai because they requested glove smut and I love them enough to attempt to write it ♥ I hope you guys like it even if I don't. And thanks to Tee for revising my smut and letting me complain ♥ And yes I know, the title is amazing.
Donghae has a secret admiration for Super Junior's style coordinator. There's one thing that she does that makes him love her more than any other stylist Super Junior has ever had; she puts Hyukjae in black leather gloves.
Donghae has never imagined himself to be a kinky guy. Then again, he never imagined that he would be gay, either. So when he falls in love with his best friend Hyukjae and can think of nothing but the sensation of Hyukjae's long fingers covered in that shiny black material being forced inside of him, he's a bit surprised, to say the least.
He never knew why he was so fascinated with the gloves or why it turned him on so much when Hyukjae wore them. He only knew that it started the first time Hyukjae had worn gloves during promotions for their third album. Every time they had a live performance he had to take a cold shower when they returned home.
He hadn't been there for Hyukjae's most recent performance involving those glorious gloves. Filming Skip Beat had been keeping him too busy to even see Hyukjae. While he realized that this drama was a great opportunity, he would give it up in a heartbeat if it meant spending more time with Hyukjae, maybe get comfortable enough with his feelings that he'd be able to confess.
Donghae sighs almost painfully as he opens a video on his computer and watches the performance, watches Hyukjae dance, dressed in a prince-like outfit completed with those black gloves. He groans as his mind starts to race through all of the images he's compiled over the years.
Imagining Hyukjae naked was always easy since Donghae had seen his body so many times. In locker rooms, in the shower, those times when Hyukjae liked to walk around naked and forget to lock his door.
Imagining Hyukjae fucking him senseless was even easier since he wanted it so badly. He'd imagined it so many times, in so many different ways, his mind had lost count.
His release is always quick when his thoughts involve Hyukjae. The pressure builds up so fast that he barely has time to moan the name of the source of his desire before he comes.
It's the same every time; after cleaning himself slowly, Donghae covers his face and tries not to cry from the shame. He tries to be strong and keep his feelings hidden. Hyukjae can never know.
-
Hyukjae's favorite pair of underwear is gone and he knows that someone else took them. Of course the first suspect in his mind is Donghae because he's the one that always takes Hyukjae's underwear without asking. He sighs and makes his way to Donghae's room to confront him when he hears a noise coming from inside.
“Hyukjae..."
Hyukjae's eyes widen as he peeks through a crack in the door. He swiftly walks away from the door and pretends he didn't hear his best friend moaning his name.
-
Hyukjae avoids Donghae for a week. They see each other during recordings and when they're obligated to be around each other. Whenever they aren't obligated to be near each other, Hyukjae stays far away. He sits in the seat farthest from Donghae when they're on their way to a performance and he locks himself in his room when they're at home.
The other members don't think much of Hyukjae's behavior; they assume he's stressed and tired.
“Hey, we're going out for some Korean food to get a little taste of home, you coming?” Sungmin asks Donghae one night just as all of the Super Junior-M members minus Hyukjae are leaving.
Donghae's eyes glance to Hyukjae's closed door before they focus on Sungmin. “No... I think I'll stay and keep Hyukjae company.” He smiles reassuringly when Sungmin gives him a look.
“Okay, play nice.” Sungmin says jokingly before walking out the door with the rather loud boys, leaving the entire dorm silent.
Donghae decides he's hungry and makes a bowl of noodles since it's the only food he can find in the dorm. The entire time he is cooking, he doesn't hear a single noise from Hyukjae's room.
Concerned, Donghae stares at Hyukjae's door before walking to it and knocking softly. “Hyukjae? Can I come in?”
A small rustle and a quiet “yes” come from inside of the room. Donghae hesitates for a moment before opening the door and stepping inside, finding Hyukjae sitting in bed with his knees curled to his chest, his laptop in front of him and headphones in his ear.
Donghae scratches his head and hesitates again. “I um... are you hungry? The rest of the guys went out to eat and you haven't been out of your room much today so...” he trails off.
Hyukjae hasn't been able to face Donghae after what he'd witnessed; avoiding him and trying to pretend it hadn't happened wasn't enough. “Uh... I had some... food... earlier... so, I'm good.” He smiles a little and turns back to his laptop.
Donghae slips out of the room and picks up the untouched noodles that he had made for himself, coming back in and setting them on the table next to Hyukjae's bed.
Hyukjae blinks at Donghae. “You cooked those for yourself, didn't you?”
Donghae smiles. “Yes but I know you haven't eaten today and you need to eat something to keep up your energy.”
Hyukjae blinks again and doesn't have time to say anything else before Donghae leaves the room again. He sighs softly and picks up the bowl of noodles. Donghae always thought about Hyukjae's health before he thought about his own. Even if Hyukjae was older, Donghae insisted on doing things for him.
As Hyukjae takes a bite of the only food he had eaten that day, he decides that he would be a complete fool if he didn't love Lee Donghae.
-
A couple of nights later and there have still been no confessions, however Hyukjae no longer avoids Donghae and sits down to watch television with him. He picks up the remote and flips to a Chinese movie that he had seen before and liked.
“Yah, Hyukjae, change the channel...” Donghae says lazily as he flails one arm towards Hyukjae in an attempt to reach the remote in his hand.
Hyukjae playfully slaps Donghae's hand away and scoots further from him on the couch. “But I'm watching this...” he mumbles tiredly (and cutely in Donghae's opinion).
Donghae scoots closer until he's nearly touching Hyukjae before he reaches again. Hyukjae stretches his arm out as far as he can and smiles when he hears Donghae groan.
“Hyuk, pleaaaaase?” Donghae pleads, “I worked really hard today and I wanna watch TV...”
Hyukjae looks at Donghae and blinks once, carefully masking his amusement from the almost pouting man. “No.” He turns his attention back to the television just in time to miss Donghae's glare.
“Lee Hyukjae... remote, now. Or else...” Donghae threatens.
Hyukjae fakes a yawn as if he's bored and it's just enough to push Donghae over the edge. Donghae launches himself towards the remote in Hyukjae's outstretched hand but Hyukjae pulls it away before Donghae can grab it.
Donghae launches himself again and this time he manages to knee Hyukjae in his thigh right next to his crotch, giving Hyukjae an idea. Hyukjae yells out in mock pain and holds his crotch. Donghae stops and looks at Hyukjae in concern. “Hyuk are you okay?!”
Hyukjae fakes a painful groan and whimpers, standing up and pretending to head to the kitchen for ice. Just as he's about to make a run for his room and lock himself in with the coveted remote, Donghae catches on and smirks. He runs at Hyukjae, grabbing his arm and trying to yank the remote from his hand.
Hyukjae tries to hold back his laughter as he struggles to keep the remote away from Donghae. He holds the remote above his head and Donghae moves closer to reach for it, stopping when his nose brushes against Hyukjae's and he hears his laughter stop.
Hyukjae's eyes are wide and he blinks at Donghae's face directly in front of him. Neither of them realize that their hands are still above their heads, fingers intertwined around the remote.
Donghae lets out a small breath. “I...” He doesn't have time to think about what the rest of his sentence would have been because Hyukjae's lips are suddenly on his.
Donghae has felt Hyukjae's lips on his cheek, on his hand, but never like this. Never so soft and sweet and warm and moving gently against his. He hears the remote hit the floor and feels his back being pressed against the wall, fingers still tightly clasped with Hyukjae's above their heads.
When he feels fingertips pressing against the skin of his waist, Donghae gasps and Hyukjae slides his tongue into his mouth. Donghae feels himself blush and he reaches to cup Hyukjae's cheek as he kisses him back, feeling the same heat.
Hyukjae pulls away slightly and restrains himself from immediately pressing his lips back to Donghae's. “Donghae... w-we should talk about-”
“We'll talk later.” Donghae pulls Hyukjae's face back to his and kisses him again, grinning when he feels Hyukjae kiss back.
Hyukjae groans and pulls Donghae to his room, pushing him inside and locking the door just as Donghae bites his ear and makes him moan. He moves to sit on the bed and is about to pull Donghae with him but Donghae freezes. “Donghae...?”
Donghae pulls away slightly and takes a shaky breath. “We do need to talk.”
Hyukjae frowns but nods encouragingly. “Say whatever you need to say...”
Donghae looks away and blurts out the words before he can think them over. “I love you.”
The room is silent. Donghae sighs, staring at the floor despite wanting to look into Hyukjae's eyes. “I dream about you almost every night. I dream about kissing you, touching you... I dream about you making love to me.”
Donghae feels tears come to his eyes. “Sometimes I think I'm crazy. I dream about my best friend fucking me every night. But whether I'm crazy or not, I have to live with the guilt and the shame of it every day.” He clenches his fists and raises his voice, nearly yelling. “I have to live with being in love with you and wanting you so fucking bad I can't stand it.”
Just as Donghae is about to raise his voice again, Hyukjae pushes himself up from the bed and pulls Donghae to face him, holding both of his cheeks in his hands forcefully, kissing him hard.
Donghae blinks, unsure of what's happening when he feels Hyukjae kissing him and coaxing him to respond. Donghae parts his lips and takes in the taste of Hyukjae, trying not to moan. He grips the sleeves of Hyukjae's t-shirt and lets Hyukjae push him onto the bed without breaking the kiss for a second.
Hyukjae feels Donghae's lips quivering under his own and he knows that Donghae is confused. He pulls away slightly and looks into Donghae's watery eyes.
Hyukjae looks away from Donghae's face long enough for him to form a coherent thought. “I was standing outside of the door watching you... I thought you were just watching porn but I heard you say my name... I looked at the screen and... it was me...” he looks at Donghae, regret evident in his eyes from hiding his feelings for so long, “you were always looking at me... and I think I've always loved you...”
Donghae doesn't give his tears a chance to escape and he grips Hyukjae's neck, pulling him closer and kissing him desperately. They pull away just long enough to remove each others shirts before their lips are together again. They're so close that Donghae can feel Hyukjae's rapid heartbeat against his chest and for a fraction of a second, Donghae imagines that Hyukjae's heart is desperately trying to escape to be closer to his own.
Hyukjae pulls away before the kiss deepens. “Wait...” he pants softly, once again avoiding Donghae's eyes so he won't have to see the cute, confused look he knows is painted on the others face. He reaches into a drawer next to the bed and pulls out a pair of black leather gloves.
When Hyukjae looks back at Donghae, he notices the younger man's face has gone completely red. He smiles. “I noticed that you liked these and... I thought you might want me to wear them.”
Donghae bites his cheek as he watches Hyukjae pull the gloves on slowly. “Hyukjae, you... are we going to...” he doesn't have to get the full sentence out for Hyukjae to understand.
“I have no intention of stopping now...” Hyukjae says as he slips his hand into Donghae's pants and palms his crotch through the fabric of his boxers. “Besides, you're already hard...”
Donghae groans, watching Hyukjae remove his pants and worrying when he sees a frown cross Hyukjae's face. “What's wrong?”
Hyukjae sighs. “I knew you stole these...” He tugs on the boxers Donghae is wearing gently, watching Donghae's pelvic bone come into view. Donghae bites his lip as he watches Hyukjae lean down and bite his pelvic bone while he pulls his boxers off completely. Hyukjae feels him shiver and he smiles, crawling up to whisper in his ear. “Relax... I want to give you what you want...”
Donghae looks into Hyukjae's eyes when he pulls away and he nods, obeying Hyukjae and relaxing. He closes his eyes as Hyukjae traces his soft lips with the tips of his fingers, letting him feel the material against his sensitive skin.
Hyukjae slowly drags his fingers down Donghae's chin and neck, brushing past his collar bone to his chest, watching him gasp as he gently rubs his finger over his nipple. A smirk is visible in Hyukjae's eyes as he takes Donghae's nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud slowly, feeling Donghae twitch underneath him. Hyukjae lets his hand travel down Donghae's chest as he playfully licks the younger man's skin.
When Hyukjae's hand reaches Donghae's cock, he feels his breath hitch. Donghae's eyes open and he looks down to watch as Hyukjae slowly wraps his fingers around his cock, tugging gently. He lets out a strangled moan and fists his hands in the bed sheets, trying not to thrust into Hyukjae's hand as he feels the rough material gripping his cock.
Hyukjae watches all of Donghae's actions, delighting in the pleasure he's giving him. He grips Donghae's cock tighter and moves his hand up and down slowly, watching Donghae's mouth open wide in a silent moan. He starts to move faster when he feels Donghae tensing with the urge to release.
Donghae knows he can't take it any longer. Hyukjae's gloved hand touching him, the feel of that material finally on his skin, the thought of where those fingers would soon be. Hyukjae's eyes are watching him with lust and Donghae can't hold back. He quickly covers his mouth with his hand to keep from crying out as he releases, toes curling and body shaking, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels himself spill into Hyukjae's hand.
Hyukjae is biting his lip and watching Donghae come down from his high, watching the fast-paced rise and fall of his chest. He thinks about teasing Donghae for coming so quickly but decides against it. He grins, sliding up and tracing Donghae's bottom lip with his finger, widening his eyes when Donghae flicks his tongue out and licks the glove, moaning at the taste of himself.
“We really should have done this sooner...” Hyukjae muses as he slides back down between Donghae's legs, spreading them and prodding his entrance with a gloved finger, slick from Donghae's release.
Donghae resists the urge to close his legs and peeks an eye open to watch Hyukjae as he slowly presses a fingertip through the tight ring of muscle. Donghae clenches his jaw shut and pretends it doesn't hurt, locking eyes with Hyukjae and trying to convince him without words that there is no pain.
Although Hyukjae knows Donghae is in pain, he knows that neither of them wants to stop.
When Donghae feels a full finger enter him, his mouth opens in a silent scream. The mixture of the extreme pain with the feeling of the somehow smooth but rough material entering him only turns him on even more.
Hyukjae rubs Donghae's thigh, trying to ease the pain as much as possible as he pushes another finger inside. He watches Donghae's face contort in pain for a moment before he notices the pleasure taking over.
Donghae watches a third, long finger enter him and tenses when he feels it brush against his prostate. He moans loudly as Hyukjae presses his fingers against the spot again. He feels Hyukjae stretching him, preparing him. Donghae almost whimpers when he feels Hyukjae's fingers leave his body.
“Are you ready?” Hyukjae whispers and looks up at Donghae, slightly concerned.
Donghae nods, reaching down to hold Hyukjae's cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft skin. “I'm ready...”
Hyukjae stands up and removes his pants along with his boxers before fitting himself back between Donghae's legs. “Hae... we don't have any lube so... it's going to hurt...”
Donghae smiles and props himself up a little, pulling Hyukjae's face to his and kissing him softly, whispering against his lips. “You said you'd give me what I want... I want you...” Donghae wraps his legs around Hyukjae's back and lays down again, taking Hyukjae's hands and placing them on his hips, delighting in the soft sound they make when they grip his skin.
Hyukjae leans down and kisses Donghae again, prodding his entrance with his cock. Donghae reaches a hand between his leg to help guide Hyukjae's erection inside of him, gasping into Hyukjae's mouth when he feels himself being stretched so far to accommodate Hyukjae's length.
“H-Hyukjae...” Donghae kisses Hyukjae harder so that he won't see the tear escaping from his eye as Hyukjae pushes himself completely inside of him with a groan.
Hyukjae is gripping Donghae's hips so tightly that his fingernails are nearly piercing through his gloves. He pulls away from Donghae's lips to bury his face in his neck as he thrusts hard into Donghae's heat.
Donghae cries out and bites into Hyukjae's shoulder, his nails clawing at Hyukjae's back. He feels Hyukjae slowly pushing in and out of him, gradually stretching him more and more and it hurts. Donghae cries softly, the pain tearing him apart and giving him pleasure at the same time.
Hyukjae is panting shakily into Donghae's neck as he thrusts harder, unable to hold back even when he feels Donghae's tears against his cheek. He reaches underneath Donghae and gropes his ass, pulling Donghae against his thrusts, listening to the younger man's soft whimpers and moans through subsiding tears.
Donghae tenses and moans loudly when he feels Hyukjae ram into his prostate and feels Hyukjae's long, gloved fingers digging into his skin. He arches his back with the sudden pleasure and finally relaxes, taking in the feel of Hyukjae being inside of him. The feel of the leather gloves is nothing compared to Hyukjae's real skin pushing in and out of him, giving him pleasure.
"It... feels so good...” Donghae moans his words.
Hyukjae makes a noise that sounds like a sigh of relief as he kisses his way to Donghae's lips, melting into them.
Donghae tangles one hand in Hyukjae's hair and reaches the other one down to touch his cock but his hand is slapped away and replaced with Hyukjae's gloved hand. Donghae moans against Hyukjae's lips as he feels the simultaneous stimulation of Hyukjae pounding into him and the gloved hand pumping his cock in time with the thrusts.
Hyukjae feels Donghae's heat tighten around his cock and he knows he's close. He thrusts faster and harder, hitting Donghae's prostate with each thrust.
Hyukjae pulls away slightly from the heated kiss and looks into Donghae's eyes as he pounds into him. He moans and desperately whispers “I love you” before kissing Donghae hard again and reaching his orgasm, spilling into Donghae.
Donghae whimpers loudly and comes hard when he feels Hyukjae filling him up and his grip tensing around Donghae's cock.
Even though they've both reached their climax, Donghae's hands remain tangled in Hyukjae's hair and his tongue is sliding against Hyukjae's as he feels him pant and shiver against his body.
Donghae finally pulls away and whispers weakly “I love you too...”
Hyukjae laughs breathlessly, slowly pulling out of Donghae and pressing their foreheads together. “I'm sorry it took me so long to say that to you...”
Donghae smiles and combs his fingers through Hyukjae's sweaty hair. “There's no reason for you to apologize...”
Hyukjae smiles back and rests his head in the crook of Donghae's neck. “I'm wondering... what made you like my gloves so much?”
Donghae bites his lip and shrugs. “They're sexy...”
Hyukjae smiles wider and travels his dirty glove down Donghae's chest as he kisses his neck, making him shiver. “I wonder how quickly I can make you hard again...”
Donghae groans softly. “I'm in too much pain to walk so don't even think about it...”
Hyukjae lifts his head from Donghae's neck and kisses him softly. “I guess it's my turn to take care of you, finally...”
Donghae smiles and wraps his arms around Hyukjae's waist to hug him. “We'll take care of each other...”
Hyukjae nods in agreement and shifts to lay next to Donghae comfortably, whispering against his cheek. “Always.”