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Xmas Exchange
by: quixotic_notes
Pairing: Donghae/Kibum
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Donghae and Kibum get gifts for each other.
AN: Did this for an xmas exchange way back.....should be okay to post publicly by now yes?
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Kibum weighed the fuzzy white teddy bear in his hand, staring at it intently before shaking his head and letting go.
Exasperated, he left the store, mentally checking it off his list.
If he could be bothered to look to his left, or his right, or really anywhere other than to his feet he would be forced to see all the happy couples that dispersed themselves into the mall, like a flock of geese migrating to their new home. The faint music of jolly Christmas carols lurked into his ears, reaching up to his brain and raising his awareness of the dilemma on his hands.
He looked at the large window display, mountains of chocolate and candies beckoning him in, and with a hint of resignation, he followed.
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Donghae frowned. He turned the article of clothing at a different angle, analyzing what little cloth was there seriously before turning to Eunhyuk.
“What is this?”
”It's a Santa outfit!”
“Kibum does not wear skimpy Santa outfits and red thongs,” the younger deadpanned. To his dismay, Eunhyuk simply grinned some more.
“There's a first for everything,” he said. He paused a bit, as if deliberating his next words, “Or you could wear it for him!” he suggested cheerfully.
In a fit of appalled angered, he threw the clothing at the older man, storming off in a random direction. But the annoying voice in his head that had more often gotten him into trouble than any sort of good crowed that the outfit was arguably very well made and felt very nice against the skin.
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The Christmas party was in full swing. Half of the members were drunk, and the other half that weren't were laughing hysterically at Kangin, who attempted a sexy rendition of the lampshade dance.
In a fairly secluded corner, Kyuhyun and Ryeowook cuddled into the couch neatly, watching Yesung and Siwon arm wrestle in amusement. Kibum gave them a sidelong glance, tinged with jealously, and sighed. He thought of the pitiful chocolate basket he had hastily prepared and hoped for the best later that evening. The cool drink in his hand only added to his forlorn state, and without much thought he took a deep swing, relishing the fiery burn it creating going down his throat.
He felt a pair of hands sneak around his waist, soon followed by a sloppy kiss on his shoulder.
“Whatcha' doin here al by yourself, pretty?” Donghae asked drunkenly, giggling between words.
Sighing, Kibum turned around to catch the older man in his arms. Mustering up all his strictness, he gave his lover a look of stern bemusement, but to no avail. The drunkard simply grinned and hiccuped loudly, attempting to reach for what little alcohol was left in Kibum's hand.
Dodging deftly, Kibum sighed.
“Let's get going,” he suggested, dragging Donghae out the door and excusing themselves to the many bystanders who looked at them in amusement. He thought Donghae might've tried to protest, but his slurred words didn't allow for much communication and soon they were in a cab, headed towards Kibum's apartment.
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“Where's my gift?” Donghae asked eagerly as they walked through the door, traces of liquor lingering on his breath.
Kibum winced mentally as he replied, “It's in the corner. Want to go see it?” He was slightly relieved when his lover shook his head 'no', only for all that nervousness that had been kept at bay during the week to manifest itself once again in Donghae's next words.
“Tell me what you got me.”
He froze, “Why don't you open it instead?”
“Is it good?”
“Why don't you...”
“It's okay if it's not good you know,” the drunk man whispered, hands reaching under Kibum's shirt, running flat palms across the skin and reaching up to tug the young man's dark nipples. A mischievous glint in his eyes accentuated his malicious grin and he continued, “I have the perfect gift for you, and for me too.” He kissed Kibum roughly, with little finesse and abruptly pulled away leaving the younger man disorientated by the turn of events.
Humming, Donghae walked over to a corner of the room, picking up a bag and handing it to Kibum. He gestured towards the bedroom, letting Kibum walk there alone tentatively and smiled as the door shut close.
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He had worn the stupid dress, if he could call it that. The material was see-through and allowed easy access to the bright red thong underneath. It didn't hide anything, and the thought of appearing in front of anyone in that monstrosity annoyed him. He turned to the door, with every intention of locking his lover out, but instead met the hungry sight of his lover.
The look in Donghae's eyes left little to imagination, and Kibum almost wanted to hide under the covers. He took a scared step back, nearly frozen in place as the older man approached him with the stance of a predator.
After a long minute, Donghae had finally reached him, letting his hands wander over the exposed skin leisurely.
“Santa,” he started conversationally. “I've been a good boy this year,” he said as a devious hand slipped under Kibum's dress and squeezed one juicy cheek.