With Eyes the Size of Baby Worlds.
Title: With Eyes the Size of Baby Worlds.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae
Warnings: PWP, rimming, slight snowballing, Donghae in lacy panties.
Word count: 7179 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Super Junior members. I’m not making any money from this.
A/N: Beated by avya7x, thank you so much. Written for my lovely qurlfran and crazy Eunhae shipper, hyukjae-ah.
A/N 2:If anybody wonders, Donghae's panties looks like this, only in black. Title comes from "I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)" by Fall Out Boy.
“Um, Hyukkie?” Donghae’s voice sounded a little meek coming from somewhere behind Hyukjae, who was sitting cross-legged on their bed, faced the white wall so he couldn't see shit, well other than the wall anyway. From what he could hear, Donghae had hid himself in the tiny bathroom connected to their dorm room, which belonged to Donghae and himself, as well as Kyuhyun and Sungmin, who lived in the room next to theirs. Hyukjae assumed that Donghae had remembered to close the door that lead into Kyumin’s room, but then again knowing Donghae, he probably hadn’t. Hyukjae considered asking him if he had, but why ruin the fun if he hadn’t.
“Yeah, what’s the matter?” Hyukjae answered Donghae, trying to fight off the obvious smirk in his voice, chewing on his lower lip to keep the fit of laughter inside. He could hear Donghae rustle with the plastic bag, the tiled walls in the tiny bathroom magnified the sounds making them easier to hear.
“A-are you sure these are the right size? They look kinda, um, small and everything,” Hyukjae could sense the blush in Donghae’s voice as he spoke, and knew what his face looked like from the sound of his voice. Another rustle of the plastic bag reached Hyukjae’s ears before he replied.
“Of course, I’ve known you for ten years already. Don’t you think I would know your size?” Hyukjae choked out an answer before he snatched up a pillow and buried his face in it, muffling the snorts and laughter that came out of his mouth. He felt tears prickle in the corner of his eyes and boy; he really had too much fun with this.
“B-but Hyukkie, they’re kinda-”
“If you don’t want them, I’m sure there’s someone else in this building that wants them and will appreciate wearing them. Sungmin for example,” Hyukjae pretended to snarl, making sure he sounded equally hurt and angry, still fighting to keep the laughter out of his voice. He could hear Donghae fiddle inside the bathroom, the low sound of his bare feet pattering over the tiled floor. Hyukjae knew that Donghae was confused, wondering what to do. He probably walked in small circles in the bathroom as he considered it, embarrassed as hell. Wanting to please Hyukjae.
“No, no! I appreciate them, but it’s- they’re so,” Donghae’s voice tuned lower and lower until Hyukjae couldn’t hear what he was saying. He strained his ears but the only sound they picked up was the soft murmur of Donghae’s voice.
“Fine!” Hyukjae growled, still pretending. He made sure to make as much sound as possible so that Donghae would think he was getting up, heading for the bathroom. “I just wanted to give you something nice but I guess I was wrong, hand them over so I can give them to Sungmin. He’ll probably be over the moon when he gets them,”
“Sorry! I d-didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!” Donghae sounded distressed and Hyukjae knew he had hit just the right spot. The sound of Donghae’s steps came closer until Hyukjae heard the hinges of the bathroom door creak, but the door didn’t close so Hyukjae assumed that he just shut the door a little bit, probably leaving it a little bit open so that they could converse further. He was going to ask Donghae if he wanted them or not again, but as he opened his mouth to speak he could hear the metal of Donghae’s belt buckle hit the floor, followed by soft thumps of fabric, probably Donghae’s jeans, and a satisfied smirk curled up on Hyukjae’s lips. Success.
A few minutes passed, the only sounds filling the air and Hyukjae’s ears were the ruffle of fabric, the sound of Donghae’s bare feet, and Donghae’s low voice as he talked to himself. Finally the sound of fabric being folded stopped and Hyukjae heard Donghae walking closer to the door but not quite out.
“You have to promise that you won’t laugh,” Donghae spoke up, uncertainty thick in his voice accompanied by nervousness and a slight hint of embarrassment. Hyukjae bit his lower lip in pure anticipation.
“I promise,” Hyukjae tried to sound as honest as he possibly could. The honesty was true, because he wouldn’t laugh at Donghae; he would probably be buried deep in another emotion to laugh, if Donghae had done what Hyukjae had wanted him to do in the first place.
“Okay, then, I-I’m coming out. Don’t look!” Donghae sounded extremely distressed, and for a brief second Hyukjae felt sorry for him and considered telling him that he didn’t have to do it if he really did not want to. However, all those thoughts blew out of Hyukjae’s head as he heard Donghae closing the bathroom door, his feet now on their wall-to-wall carpet; he was standing just a few meters behind Hyukjae, in the same room. Shivers ran up Hyukjae’s spine as he waited.
“T-turn around,” Donghae spoke up after four minutes (Hyukjae had been counting) trying desperately to sound some sort of confidence but failed miserably as Hyukjae heard the tremble in his voice. Hyukjae lingered for a moment, inhaling a couple of deep breaths to his lungs before he bit his lips, closed his eyes, and turned around. He felt his pulse running somewhat higher. Even though he had turned and was now facing Donghae, he couldn’t see anything, yet, denying himself the sight. Even though this was supposed to be a treat for him, he wouldn’t do it completely on his terms; he wanted Donghae to be comfortable with it too. At least on some level.
“Please open your eyes, Hyukkie,” Donghae said, voice trembling. Donghae sounded tortured and Hyukjae couldn’t really restrain himself further so after he had counted silently to ten in both Korean and Japanese he opened his eyes.
He would’ve been lying if he had said that he hadn’t imagining this when he had clicked through that American website, helping Heechul buy from it, because Heechul sucked in English, well, Hyukjae did too, but not on the same level as Heechul. God, if he had imagined it. It had filled his wet dreams for the two weeks it took before they arrived, and when they had, Hyukjae had been terrified of opening the package. Heechul had opened his straight away, in front of almost everyone in Super Junior during their breakfast before grabbing Hankyung, pulling him into their bedroom, both gone the entire day. Hyukjae on the other hand had hidden it in his gym-bag when it had arrived (luckily he was the one who had gone to pick up the mail that day) knowing that no one would peek into it. He waited three weeks before he gave them to Donghae, and fuck, watching the male in front of him, he knew that his dreams hadn’t done it justice.
Donghae stood in front of him, all bare skin and taut muscles; his delicious body completely naked except for a pair of tight, tight black panties with lace-trim, riding oh so dangerously low on Donghae’s sharp hips. The outline of Donghae’s cock was so visible underneath the nylon-polyester mix that Hyukjae felt his own cock growing rapidly in his pants by just the sight of it. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed closer to Donghae, eyes never leaving the man in front of him. Sitting on the edge of their bed meant that Donghae was barely a meter away from him, if Hyukjae wanted, he could reach out and touch him.
“Turn around,” Hyukjae rasped, mouth suddenly dry. Watching as Donghae did just that. “Oh fuck,”
If Hyukjae had to name his favorite part on Donghae, it had to be his ass. Surely, he didn’t have the biggest butt in world history, but it wasn’t non-existent either, it was just, perfect. Perfect sized, a nice hand-full, and god, the wonders he could do with that ass. It usually was enough for Hyukjae to get a peek of Donghae’s ass in a pair of nice pants, and then he’d be spoken for, hauling Donghae into the closest available space and have his way with him. However, Donghae in a pair of nice pants couldn’t measure up to this, not now, never, because fuck.
“H-Hyukjae, please. Please say something,” Donghae’s timid voice tore Hyukjae’s thoughts away from Donghae’s ass and brought him back to look at Donghae’s ass. Hyukjae let his eyes run slowly over the swell of Donghae’s ass until the hem of the panties that cut higher than regular men’s boxers did, revealing a fair amount of Donghae’s ass to Hyukjae’s eyes. He studied how the round cheeks of Donghae’s ass stretched the black fabric just so that he could see the crack of his ass through it, stretching out a hand and let it run over Donghae’s ass. Hyukjae groaned and pressed the heel of his other hand against his straining cock, hissing pleasantly at the welcoming pressure.
“Fuck Donghae. Do you have any-” Hyukjae groaned. Donghae squirmed underneath Hyukjae’s heavy glance. “Any idea how hot you look right now?”
Hyukjae didn’t bother waiting for a reply from Donghae, whose face was dyed a beautiful scarlet, he pushed himself up from the bed and strode over to Donghae, turning him around with a hand on Donghae’s hip, unceremoniously attaching their lips, wasting no time with sweet kisses; he just shoved his tongue into Donghae’s warm mouth. In two seconds flat, Donghae’s hands were fisted in the fabric of Hyukjae’s t-shirt, just above his ribs, the fabric stretching as Donghae held onto it as if his life depended on it. Hyukjae let his right hand wander down from the lace on Donghae’s hips to the front of Donghae’s crotch where his cock was hardening against the fabric. Even though Hyukjae couldn’t see it, the feeling of the cock was enough to make him groan. Hyukjae let his hand rub the head of Donghae’s cock, moistening the dark fabric as well as his fingers. Hyukjae felt rather than heard Donghae’s moan, loud and appreciative as always. He tore himself away from Donghae’s lips, receiving a whine from Donghae as he did, latching his mouth onto the junction where Donghae’s shoulder met his neck and sucked.
“H-Hyu-,” Donghae tried to speak but Hyukjae’s name was drowned in a moan as Hyukjae slipped his fingers into the tight panties to engulf the wet head of Donghae’s cock, letting his fingers trail softly over the sensitive head a couple of times before he gripped the cock properly, pumping it dryly in time with his licks. Letting his thumb run across the leaking slit every second time or so when he brought his hand up and closer to the head. Hyukjae released the skin he had been sucking on; its color now nice and red that would turn red and purple with time. Normally, he would take time, bruising many parts of Donghae’s neck so that he eventually would have enough bruises to look like a Dalmatian (according to Heechul), but he didn’t have time for that now.
His hand gave Donghae’s cock another jerk before releasing it, dragging his hands out of Donghae’s panties, receiving a high-pitched whine and a hip thrust from Donghae, who he just shoved away, onto the bed, upon which Donghae fell ungracefully on, but Hyukjae didn’t care much for grace at this moment either. Hyukjae pulled his black t-shirt over his head, throwing it in no particular direction before he shoved his sweatpants down his legs. Pulling off his black socks in the process, leaving only his purple boxers on as he more or less jumped onto the bed, landing in front of Donghae who scrambled further up on the bed, making room for Hyukjae.
Hyukjae spread Donghae’s legs by separating his ankles, crawling in between them, stroking Donghae’s soft, toned legs as he came closer to Donghae’s crotch, ending up in-between his muscular thighs, stroking the hem of the black panties where they met Donghae’s thighs, fingers dangerously close to Donghae’s cock.
“Hyukjae, ah,” Hyukjae felt Donghae’s thighs tense as he let his hand run quickly over his cock, barely touching it before he continued lower, past his cock and over Donghae’s balls, pressed tight against the panties, curling his hands around them. Donghae let out a loud, throaty groan as Hyukjae bent down, letting his tongue run over the outline of Donghae’s cock. The nylon was rough against his tongue, drying it slightly every time he let it touch the fabric, but fuck, it was worth it when Donghae made those noises. Hyukjae let his mouth produce more saliva as he ran his tongue over the head of Donghae’s cock, letting the salty taste of the pre-come mix with his own saliva as he licked, and licked at the fabric. Wetting it for a bit before he started to suck, almost sucking Donghae’s cock in the process, if it hadn’t been for, you know, the panties, but Hyukjae didn’t mind. Donghae, on the other hand, looked like he did, if his trashing hips and the eternal whine of: “the panties, Hyukkie, the goddamn panties!” was anything to go by.
Hyukjae chuckled against the head and fabric as he continued to suck, holding Donghae’s hips down with his right hand as he let his left hand release Donghae’s balls and slid them slightly lower, letting his hand massage Donghae’s perineum. Though he wasn’t really simulating anything, as it was completely dry, and he had no plans of taking of Donghae’s panties just yet. Therefore, he let his mouth release the head of Donghae’s cock, trailed it down the shaft, over his balls, and arrived at the perineum, joining his hand. He had gotten used to the wet fabric over the head of Donghae’s cock, so licking the dry fabric over the perineum was slightly rough to start with, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Hyukjae let his right hand massage Donghae’s cock, so that Donghae wouldn’t feel that he had completely abandoned it. Though, being the inpatient human being that he was, Hyukjae wasn’t able to lick Donghae’s perineum for more than a couple of minutes before he released the cock yet again and brought both his hands under Donghae’s thighs lifting his hips slightly up from the bed so that he could proceed lower and reached Donghae’s entrance. The fabric there was dry as well, but Donghae was much more vocal about how it felt to have Hyukjae’s tongue that close, the moans and keens working as motivation for Hyukjae who licked, and licked, his own saliva dripping down his chin as he made the fabric wet, pressing his tongue in-between the cheeks of Donghae’s ass.
“Oh, Hyukjae, please, please,” Donghae made no sense, which was completely normal when they had sex. There was usually a lot of ‘pleases and ‘Hyukkie”’s coming out of his mouth, as well as pure nonsense and sometimes a lot of curse words that would’ve shocked Leeteuk if he knew that his precious, favorite dongsaeng could utter such words. They never failed to turn Hyukjae on, though so he had no plans of telling Leeteuk. It was a wonder, though that he hadn’t heard them, as Donghae tended to be quite vocal.
Hyukjae released his hold on Donghae’s hips as he felt his arm muscles stiffen. Donghae’s lower body collided with the mattress with a soft thump, and Donghae whined, again, because of the lack of contact between Hyukjae and his cock or ass.
“Shh, Donghae, you might wake someone,” Hyukjae chuckled as he sat back up on his knees, falling over Donghae’s torso, almost crashing with him, but his hands caught him, his face hovering just above Donghae’s. Hyukjae saw the blush that covered both Donghae’s cheeks, the red tips of his ears and the dust of red covering Donghae’s chest as well. Fuck, this had been such a good plan. Hyukjae was about to come with a snarky comment on how Donghae looked just like a blushing virgin underneath him when Donghae leaned up and caught Hyukjae’s lips with his own, nibbling on Hyukjae’s lower lip, making him groan. Donghae wasted no time when Hyukjae’s lips opened in the gasp and slid his tongue into Hyukjae’s mouth, letting his tongue rub against Hyukjae’s. As Hyukjae’s hands were more than occupied holding him up, Donghae’s hands roamed across Hyukjae’s chest, stroking his stomach briefly before cupping Hyukjae’s cock through his boxers once, then dipped underneath the waistband of Hyukjae’s boxers. Hyukjae let out a heavy moan when Donghae’s nimble fingers went to work on his cock rubbing the head just so as he thumbed the thick vein with the other hand.
“Fuck ‘hae,” no, Hyukjae didn’t make much sense during sex either, but compared to Donghae, he did make a lot sense when they were out of the bedroom. Almost like a genius. Hyukjae felt his thighs tremble as Donghae knowingly stroke Hyukjae in the places he was most sensitive; letting his fingers form a circle, pulling the foreskin down, sliding a finger just below it at the same time as the thumb rubbed mercilessly against the slit; it had Hyukjae’s entire body trembling with want, lust. It also would make him come in five seconds if he let Donghae continue. Hyukjae shove himself back up on his knees, disconnecting his kiss with Donghae and pulled Donghae’s hands out of his pants, chuckling breathlessly at the face Donghae made.
“If I’d let you continue I’d come, now, and that’s not something I want, yet,” Hyukjae explained as he hooked his thumbs in his own boxers and pulled them off, throwing them somewhere behind him. Even though they probably were up in a three digit number when it came to fucking (because fuck, they did fuck a lot), Donghae always looked at his cock the same way he had when they first started fucking. All big eyes, as if he didn’t believe a cock could look like that, and that particular blush that would somehow reach his eyes, which made him look like he never had seen a cock before, not even his own. The look never failed to make Hyukjae want to fuck the living daylights out of his best friend, which he usually did when faced with that look. Hyukjae hooked his fingers in the lace-trim of Donghae’s panties and pulled them down Donghae’s legs, throwing them too somewhere behind him. One day he wanted to fuck Donghae with them on, but today wasn’t quite the day he wanted to fight with tight panties. No matter how hot they were.
“Lube,” he said to Donghae, nodding against the nightstand, where their storage of lube unoriginally was located. Deciding to use some of the down time for something useful, he lifted up Donghae’s hips again and ran his tongue over Donghae’s entrance. He flattened his tongue and slowly, teasingly let it run over the hole, before tracing it softly. As Hyukjae pulled, back some, he saw that Donghae lay sprawled on the mattress, his arms flat against his stomach as his fingertips circled his nipples. Men and women alike usually had sensitive nipples, and while the sensitivity varied from human to human, Hyukjae had never met anyone with such sensitive nipples as Donghae. If he wanted to get him fully hard, it usually was enough licking or even just touching them, without touching Donghae’s cock, and he’d still become hard. Hyukjae chuckled slightly at the sight of Donghae’s open mouth, with little mewls coming out now and then, before he went back to Donghae’s ass, circling the hole for a bit before he forced his tongue past the opening.
“Oh- Hyu- ah,” Donghae’s thighs trembled in Hyukjae’s hands as he let his tongue work at Donghae’s entrance, rubbing slightly past the ring of muscle before pulling out, bringing saliva with him each time he pushed his tongue inside Donghae, working him loose. To tell the truth, Hyukjae wasn’t particularly fond of rimming, the earthy taste, and all that jazz, but Donghae was, and seeing Donghae crumble just by his tongue alone did weird things to Hyukjae’s cock. As long as Donghae enjoyed it, Hyukjae did too. After all, he wasn’t that selfish that he just wanted to satisfy himself in bed. Hyukjae pulled his tongue out of Donghae’s ass and sat up straight, letting go of Donghae’s thighs, drying his chin with the back of his hand.
Hyukjae sighed when he saw that Donghae was in the same position, as he had been when he last looked at him. Hyukjae crawled over Donghae’s hips, sitting down on Donghae’s ribs as he leaned over towards the upper drawer in their nightstand, digging through tons and heaps of lube until he found one that was opened and not filled with a funky flavor. Donghae was a sucker for flavored lube; especially the chocolate ones, they had like six different tubes of chocolate flavored lube bought from just as many different countries. Hyukjae had tried to tell Donghae that chocolate was chocolate no matter which country it was bought from, Donghae had just pouted at him and joined Sungmin and Heechul in the sex shop, leaving Hyukjae outside with Kyuhyun, Leeteuk, and Hankyung.
As he closed the drawer, lube in hand, he felt a pair of lips and tongue on his cock and inwardly groaned. Donghae had let go of his nipples and was now using his elbows to support him as he leaned forward in an extremely awkward position, at least it looked that way to Hyukjae, as he let his lips and tongue surround the head of Hyukjae’s cock. Fuck, it felt amazing. Hyukjae scooted closer to Donghae’s mouth, stopping when he sat on Donghae’s chest-bone. Donghae had let himself fall slight backwards so he wouldn’t choke on Hyukjae’s cock. Hyukjae placed the green tube of lube beside Donghae’s hips before he let his right hand run through Donghae’s messy locks of hair, his left hand rubbed at Donghae’s hollowed cheek.
“You look so good like this,” Hyukjae murmured, looking fondly down at Donghae who let his eyes meet Hyukjae’s at the same time as tip of his tongue dipped into the slit of Hyukjae’s cock. Unconsciously Hyukjae thrusted a bit forward into Donghae’s mouth, biting his lip to prevent a moan from getting out. Donghae’s eyes glittered mischievously up at him, his lips curled into a smile around Hyukjae’s cock. Hyukjae chuckled, running his thumb over Donghae’s cheek, over his nose and down the other cheek, feeling his cock through Donghae’s cheek, twitching slightly at the touch. Hyukjae closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards, savoring the feeling of Donghae’s tongue on his cock. Donghae’s tongue was pressed against the underside of his cock, rubbing against the vein once, twice before Donghae pulled back some, letting his tongue dance around the rim of the head before it dipped back down into the slit, curling.
“Shit,” Hyukjae moaned, hand fisted in Donghae’s hair, the other one pressed against his own thigh to have some purchase as he let his cock slide almost entirely out of Donghae’s mouth before sliding it quickly back in, forgetting where Donghae’s gag reflex was, almost making him choke. Hyukjae watched as Donghae’s eyes watered, but the latter didn’t say anything to make him stop. Not that Donghae could speak at all since Hyukjae was thrusting his cock into his mouth.
Donghae tilted his head slightly at the same time as his hands tugged at Hyukjae’s thighs, bringing him forward, deeper down in Donghae’s throat as the new position allowed his cock deeper without the protest of Donghae’s gag reflex, and fuck. Hyukjae had never been this buried in Donghae’s mouth and forced himself to think of Kangin and Leeteuk getting it on, vomit and old woman’s breasts to keep his orgasm at bay. Hyukjae felt that he did a good job until that fucking idiot Donghae swallowed, pulling at Hyukjae’s thighs and suddenly the entire length of his cock was inside Donghae’s mouth and it was unicorns and fucking rainbows. The idiot managed to swallow around him and naked Kangin did nothing to stop his orgasm that was tearing at the door and wanted out. Repentantly Hyukjae yelped, yanked out his cock and scrambled backwards, tumbling until he found himself on the floor, clutching the sheets in both his hands, clenching his teeth.
“Fuck, Donghae,” Hyukjae cursed through clenched teeth as he eyed Donghae who sat on the middle of the bed with a puzzled look on his beautiful face. Hyukjae pulled himself up on his knees, getting support from his elbows that were perched on the floor, eyes on Donghae’s face. The blush was still covering his cheeks, his eyes were blank with unspilled tears from the deep throating, and fuck, his lips was red and deliciously swollen. How he still managed to look so innocent when he had sucked on his cock mere seconds ago was a mystery to Hyukjae.
“You could’ve-,” Hyukjae began but stopped when he saw the surprise that was written on Donghae’s face, the same expression that was blooming on his own. “You didn’t know that you could do that, did you?”
“No, wow. I just wanted to try it because I saw it in one of your Japanese gay porns once, and it was just like swallowing a huge ice cream,” Donghae smiled widely, eyes sparkling, clearly proud of himself and his achievements. Hyukjae chuckled in relief as he shook his head in disbelief as he crawled back onto the bed, stopping just in front of Donghae.
“You’re amazing, Donghae,” Hyukjae said honestly, squeezing Donghae’s thigh with his hand, feeling incredibly sappy.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it before,” Donghae grinned cheekily eyes beaming at Hyukjae before he crawled further up on the bed, lying down on his back, spreading his legs for him. “Now fuck me, please,”
Donghae didn’t need to tell him twice. Hyukjae fished a pillow from underneath Donghae’s head and lifted Donghae’s hips, sliding the pillow underneath them, perching Donghae’s crotch up in the air, making it easier for him to gain access to his ass. He dug the lube up from the sheets, uncapped it, and squeezed a liberal amount of the gel into his palm, placing the tube beside him as he spread Donghae’s legs with one hand. He let his lube-covered hand run from Donghae’s cock, giving it a few jerks, trailing over his balls, rolling them briefly in his hand before he slid his fingers down Donghae’s perineum and ended up on his puckered hole.
Hyukjae circled Donghae’s entrance with his index and middle finger, rubbed the hole with his middle finger, and slowly pushed it inside Donghae, pressing past the muscle. Donghae let out a groan, hands fisting the sheets. Hyukjae let Donghae get used to the digit before he curled it against Donghae’s velvety insides, slowly stretching him. He slid the finger out, grabbed the uncapped tube of lube, and squirted another great amount onto his hands before dumping the tube beside him again. He gathered his fingers and let his hand smear lubricant from Donghae’s hole to his balls, sliding the slick hand down again, back to his ass. Hyukjae pressed his middle and ring finger together, stroked more lube onto Donghae’s ass, and slipped the two fingers inside his boyfriend.
“Yes, Hyukkie, ah, please,” Donghae rambled, thrusting back onto Hyukjae’s fingers as they rubbed around the bundle of nerves inside Donghae’s body. Hyukjae was careful not to actually touch the prostate, but let his fingers tease around the edges, where the nerves was just as sensitive, and it had Donghae buckling and curling up against his hand. He watched as Donghae’s face twisted into an expression of pure pleasure; he licked his lips, shut his eyes and let his teeth sink into his bottom lip, tugging at it.
“Get in me,” Donghae rasped, looking up at Hyukjae through heavy-lidded eyes. “I-I’m going to come if - if you continue,”
Hyukjae obliged and pulled his fingers out of Donghae’s ass, grabbing for the lube. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Donghae watching almost hungrily as Hyukjae slicked up his cock, not bothering with any condom. They hadn’t used one for years, as they fucked nobody else. Hyukjae doesn’t ask Donghae if he’s ready when he positioned his cock against Donghae’s puckered hole. He pushed softly against the hole, not at all hard enough to break into Donghae, teasing. Donghae let out an inpatient whine and Hyukjae just chuckled, grabbed Donghae’s hips, and shoved himself in with one stroke. Hyukjae groaned at the tightness around the head of his cock, telling himself to stay still. He waited for Donghae, holding his breath. Donghae was still as tight as he had been the first time they had fucked. It felt like heaven.
“M-move, Hyukkie,” Donghae whispered, eyes hid underneath his bangs.
“What?”
“Move,” Donghae repeated, a little louder, shyness in his voice.
“What did you say?”
“Fuck me, now,” Donghae snapped, voice trembling. Hyukjae let out a chuckle as he pulled out of Donghae, just to slam back into the velvety heat. The impact of the thrust had Hyukjae scrambling after Donghae, who had slid a little further up the bed. He spread, and then lifted Donghae’s legs over his shoulders, gaining him deeper access to Donghae’s ass.
Hyukjae’s thrusts were slow, barely there at first, until Donghae protested loudly, meeting Hyukjae’s hips with his own, coaxing him to increase his speed. It worked, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with Donghae’s heavy moans and Hyukjae’s rapid breaths.
Nothing turned Hyukjae on as much as Donghae’s moans.
“Please, Hyukkie, harder,” Donghae begged, hands scrambling up Hyukjae’s forcing himself up. Hyukjae nodded, speeding up, meeting Donghae’s lips with his own. Donghae clawed on Hyukjae’s arms as Hyukjae grabbed Donghae’s hips hard, leaving bruises coordi-noonas will ask about the next morning. Donghae will blush and tell them that he played too rough with his hyungs while Hyukjae will pretend not to hear, and Kyuhyun will smirk knowingly at them both.
Donghae moaned and mewled as if it was his profession, Hyukjae devouring all noises with his mouth as his thrusts grew more frantic against Donghae’s ass. Some of the groans were his own. Hyukjae lifted Donghae’s hips up some, adjusting the angle and his grip a little, and there. Donghae yelped and sunk his teeth into Hyukjae’s lips. Encouraged by the discovery of Donghae’s prostate, Hyukjae slammed himself into Donghae, their teeth clicking together by the impact.
Hyukjae didn’t know how long he’d last with Donghae’s tight, tight heat squeezing around his cock just so whenever Hyukjae hits his sweet spot just right. He released Donghae’s hip with one hand, wrapping it around Donghae’s cock. The jerks of his hands were poor, irregular, but Donghae still cursed like it was the best fucking thing since sliced bread and cried Hyukjae’s name, spilling into Hyukjae’s hand. Donghae’s orgasm was still running through his body as Hyukjae came with a last thrust into Donghae, decorating Donghae’s inner walls with his come, collapsing onto Donghae with a heavy sigh.
How long they lay there, Hyukjae did not know, but Donghae, who pushed weakly on his shoulders, pulled him back to reality.
“Hyukkie, you’re suffocating me,” he said softly. Hyukjae nodded into Donghae’s neck, pushing himself up with tired arms. There was come covering parts of Donghae’s and his own stomach. Hyukjae unceremoniously scooped the come up with his hands, licking his fingers clean with his tongue. Donghae shuddered against him.
“You want some?” Hyukjae offered jokingly. Nodding towards Donghae’s entrance. “There’s more in there if you want any,”
Donghae shook his head, no.
“I don’t like come. It tastes weird, salty, and bad, “Donghae told him, goose bumps appearing on his spine. “ I don’t know how you manage to do it, honestly,”
A light bulb lit inside Hyukjae’s head.
“Want me to teach you?” he suggested casually as he pulled out of Donghae, both wincing. “As I said, there’s more than enough,”
“No, I don’t w-want to,” Donghae said silently. Hyukjae looked at him. Slowly, he slid down on his stomach, placing himself between Donghae’s slightly spread legs, spreading the cheeks with his hands. Donghae’s hole was still open, slightly gaping from Hyukjae’s cock earlier. Hyukjae noticed the white come slowly dribbling out of Donghae’s ass. He put his tongue out and lapped at the pink, stretched hole. Donghae mewled.
“It’s sore,” he whimpered. “P-please please Hyukkie. Don’t,”
“Relax,” Hyukjae, said cheerfully as he watched Donghae’s hole twitch, stroking Donghae’s inner thighs absentmindedly. “I’m going to be gentle,”
“N-no, Hyukkie, don’t, please,” Donghae whimpered, trying to close his legs so Hyukjae’s access would be cut off. However, Hyukjae noticed the attempt, grabbed both his thighs successfully, and managed to keep them open. He leaned in and licked at the sore, stretched muscle of Donghae’s hole before he slid his tongue inside. Once back inside Donghae, he quickly got the taste of salty musk on his tongue his own come. Hyukjae gathered as much of the come he could and pulled out of Donghae’s ass, looking at Donghae with a satisfied glimpse in his eyes.
“Hyukkie, no, please,” Donghae begged again, voice a tiny keen and eyes big and shiny, pout on his lips. Hyukjae smiled evilly and leaned forward to lick Donghae’s come from his stomach, running his tongue teasingly over Donghae’s sensitive cock first. Hyukjae scrambled forwards, pulling Donghae’s legs over his shoulders to get closer, pausing just an inch away from Donghae’s face. Hyukjae snickered as Donghae let out a small whine out of discomfort and shut his eyes tightly, blush visible on his face.
“I-I don’t, Hyukkie, plea-,” Hyukjae pushed forward, eating up the inch that was separating their mouths, taking Donghae completely by surprise. He shoved his tongue, covered in both their come, into Donghae’s mouth. Donghae’s hands pushing half-heartedly on his chest, trying to get him away, but it was no use. Hyukjae used one of his hands to keep Donghae’s mouth open by pressing thumb and ring finger into the junctions of Donghae’s jaws, just in case he tried to bite. He used his tongue to spread the come inside Donghae’s mouth, rubbing it against the roof of his mouth, the top of his tongue, forcing him to taste it.
Hyukjae pulled away after he had almost completely emptied his mouth of their come, as well as some of his own saliva left in Donghae’s mouth. He didn’t pull quite away, remained somewhat close to Donghae’s face as he took in the sight of Donghae trying to get rid of the come in his mouth. Donghae looked almost distressed up at him, wide eyes, pleading.
“Hyukkie, please, I don’t like this. Help me, I don’t want it,” Donghae was close to crying because of the discomfort, mouth full of unwanted come. Hyukjae shook his head gingerly. Despite the fact that they had sex almost daily, Donghae hated the taste of come, and would never swallow when he gave Hyukjae a blowjob.
“Swallow,” Hyukjae said, running both of his hands down Donghae’s chest, thumbing his peaked nipples briefly before he continued further down. Donghae’s legs slid from Hyukjae’s shoulders to the joint of his elbows. Hyukjae’s lips closed around the head of Donghae’s softening cock, tongue rubbing mercilessly into the slit. Donghae let out a muffled cry. Hyukjae hollowed his cheeks and sucked.
“Hyukjae!” Donghae was almost desperate, voice trembling. Hyukjae pulled slightly away from Donghae’s cock, making sure to press his lips tight, tight together when he pulled off so the suction would be insane. Donghae’s face was almost completely red, eyes shiny with tears. His lips quivered as he spoke.
“S-stop, please. It’s too much,” Donghae, gasped, mouth still filled with come. He fisted his hands in the sheets as he looked up at Hyukjae. A weaker man would perhaps throw in the towel by now and cradle Donghae in his arms, but Hyukjae knew Donghae, knew that this was just a facade he put on to get his way. Hyukjae shook his head.
“Swallow, or else I’ll continue,” and as if to emphasize, he ran his thumb over the head of Donghae’s cock, swirling the tip of his nail into the slit. Donghae’s body trembled.
“B-but,” Donghae whimpered, shaking his head. “I don’t like it, why do I have to?”
“Wrong answer, Donghae-yah,” Hyukjae replied smoothly and resumed his previous activity; sliding Donghae’s cock back into his mouth. He quickly got to work, sucking and licking on Donghae’s sensitive cock, hands helping where his mouth couldn’t get. Hyukjae could feel the cock harden in his mouth, despite Donghae coming just a few minutes ago. Hyukjae knew that he was in no state to get hard again, let alone coming so quick, but Hyukjae knew that Donghae could. He had the libido of a fucking 16 year old.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear Donghae whine, plead, and sob but Hyukjae was so focused on the task that he didn’t bother giving it a second thought. He had to learn. Donghae was as good as fully hard when Hyukjae pulled almost entirely of his cock, lapping heavily on the head of Donghae’s cock. He briefly looked up at Donghae and noticed that his mouth was still as filled with come as earlier, just with a bit more saliva. Hyukjae locked eyes with Donghae and grinned before he breathed deeply a couple of times, relaxing his throat before taking Donghae in all the way. Donghae screamed. Tears prickled at the corners of Hyukjae’s eyes, his gag reflex threatened to betray him but he forced himself to hang on until-
“Hyukjae, stop, stop!” Donghae yelled hoarsely, fingers weaving into Hyukjae’s hair, trying to pull him off. Hyukjae let himself be pulled off, and was met with the sight of Donghae’s open mouth. “Look, look! It’s gone; I swallowed all of it,”
“Yes, you did,” Hyukjae said softly, rubbing his thumb over Donghae’s cheeks, behind his neck. He pressed their lips together quickly, tongue sweeping through Donghae’s mouth. He pulled away satisfied. Donghae had indeed swallowed it all. Hyukjae pressed a kiss to Donghae’s forehead while he whispered soft praises.
“I did it,” Donghae said tiredly, looking into Hyukjae’s eyes with his own red ones. Hyukjae nodded. His hands found Donghae’s chest again and pushed him softly down, lulling Donghae into a false sense of security as he pressed soft kisses to his nose and cheeks. Donghae sighed happily underneath him, entwining their fingers when his back was pressed against the mattress again. Donghae closed his eyes, and Hyukjae grabbed the chance. Quickly, like lightning, he grabbed Donghae’s wrists with one hand. His hands were somewhat larger than Donghae’s so it wasn’t a big problem. His other hand slid down between Donghae’s legs, head back on Donghae’s cock. Donghae tensed, but it was quite too late.
“N-no, Hyukkie, what are you doing?” Hyukjae didn’t bother replying. He slid two fingers straight into Donghae’s ass. He wasted no time, starting a quick speed right away, timing the thrusts of his hand with the sucks of his mouth. He jabbed Donghae’s insides hastily, looking for his prostate. At the same time, Donghae wriggled his hands, trying to get out of Hyukjae’s hold. Donghae cried out. Hyukjae found his prostate. Swollen from the sex earlier, it was no doubt that it was sensitive, and the way Hyukjae was mercilessly rubbing his fingers against it was surely not helping.
Donghae thrashed his hips; his entire body was shaking when Hyukjae let another finger slide into Donghae’s ass, quickening the speed of his hands. He pulled his mouth off until the only part that remained in his mouth was the head of Donghae’s cock. His tongue swirled around the head, coating the already wet head with saliva, making the slide oh so slick. He licked against the slit, running his tongue just underneath the rim of the head, playing with the soft foreskin, and repeated. Donghae’s thighs was shaking against Hyukjae’s arms, his entire body had gone completely stiff and for a brief second it seemed like the time stood still.
Donghae came with a choked sob that sounded like Hyukjae’s name. He bent his spine, body shaped like an upside down ‘U’ as he spilled into Hyukjae’s mouth. His mouth milked Donghae for what he was worth, swallowing every drop of come, until Donghae’s arms failed him, and he landed back on the mattress with a thump. Hyukjae let Donghae’s legs fall from his arms, and smiled satisfied at the sight before him. Donghae lay sprawled over the sheets, limbs still trembling. Inside Donghae’s chest, his lungs were working hard to get him enough oxygen so as not to faint. Donghae’s cock let out a last ribbon of come when Hyukjae let go of it. He gathered the come with his index and middle finger and brought them to his lips, licking up the last remains of Donghae’s second orgasm.
Hyukjae slid out of the bed, reaching for his shirt on the floor, but quickly decided against it. He walked quickly over to the bathroom, cleaning himself before moistening a cloth with warm water. He brought it back with him to the bed, as well as a bottle of cold water from their small refrigerator.
The bed buckled with the weight of him as he sat down on it, scooting closer to Donghae, separating his legs, running the warm cloth over his cock, balls and ass, cleaning up the remainders of his own orgasm that was dribbling out of Donghae’s ass. He threw the wet cloth on the floor before he crawled further up the bed, closer to Donghae.
“I hate you,” Donghae croaked, eyes closed as Hyukjae dried a tear away from the corner of his eye with his thumb. Hyukjae chuckled, pulling Donghae closer to him, throwing the covers over them.
“You did well,” Hyukjae spoke softly against Donghae’s cheek, stroking Donghae’s hair with one hand. “It wasn’t so bad was it? Swallowing the come?”
“I hated it,” Donghae muttered, accepting the bottle of water from Hyukjae. He swallowed the water greedily, washing away the last of the come. When he was done he snuggled closer to Hyukjae, pressing his lips against Hyukjae’s neck. Hyukjae smiled. He turned off the lights with the remote.
“You’re so amazing, Donghae,” Hyukjae said, pressing a kiss against Donghae’s forehead. “Just when I think you can’t take any more of my weirdness, you prove me wrong,”
“You’re a freak,”
“I love you,” Hyukjae told Donghae a while later both cuddled up underneath the comforters sleep just on their doorstep. Donghae didn’t reply and Hyukjae assumed that he was asleep. Laughing breathlessly, he closed his own eyes and submitted to sleep.
“I love you too,” Donghae yawned. “But I still hate you,”
“Fair enough,” Hyukjae agreed sleepily.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae
Warnings: PWP, rimming, slight snowballing, Donghae in lacy panties.
Word count: 7179 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Super Junior members. I’m not making any money from this.
A/N: Beated by avya7x, thank you so much. Written for my lovely qurlfran and crazy Eunhae shipper, hyukjae-ah.
A/N 2:If anybody wonders, Donghae's panties looks like this, only in black. Title comes from "I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)" by Fall Out Boy.
“Um, Hyukkie?” Donghae’s voice sounded a little meek coming from somewhere behind Hyukjae, who was sitting cross-legged on their bed, faced the white wall so he couldn't see shit, well other than the wall anyway. From what he could hear, Donghae had hid himself in the tiny bathroom connected to their dorm room, which belonged to Donghae and himself, as well as Kyuhyun and Sungmin, who lived in the room next to theirs. Hyukjae assumed that Donghae had remembered to close the door that lead into Kyumin’s room, but then again knowing Donghae, he probably hadn’t. Hyukjae considered asking him if he had, but why ruin the fun if he hadn’t.
“Yeah, what’s the matter?” Hyukjae answered Donghae, trying to fight off the obvious smirk in his voice, chewing on his lower lip to keep the fit of laughter inside. He could hear Donghae rustle with the plastic bag, the tiled walls in the tiny bathroom magnified the sounds making them easier to hear.
“A-are you sure these are the right size? They look kinda, um, small and everything,” Hyukjae could sense the blush in Donghae’s voice as he spoke, and knew what his face looked like from the sound of his voice. Another rustle of the plastic bag reached Hyukjae’s ears before he replied.
“Of course, I’ve known you for ten years already. Don’t you think I would know your size?” Hyukjae choked out an answer before he snatched up a pillow and buried his face in it, muffling the snorts and laughter that came out of his mouth. He felt tears prickle in the corner of his eyes and boy; he really had too much fun with this.
“B-but Hyukkie, they’re kinda-”
“If you don’t want them, I’m sure there’s someone else in this building that wants them and will appreciate wearing them. Sungmin for example,” Hyukjae pretended to snarl, making sure he sounded equally hurt and angry, still fighting to keep the laughter out of his voice. He could hear Donghae fiddle inside the bathroom, the low sound of his bare feet pattering over the tiled floor. Hyukjae knew that Donghae was confused, wondering what to do. He probably walked in small circles in the bathroom as he considered it, embarrassed as hell. Wanting to please Hyukjae.
“No, no! I appreciate them, but it’s- they’re so,” Donghae’s voice tuned lower and lower until Hyukjae couldn’t hear what he was saying. He strained his ears but the only sound they picked up was the soft murmur of Donghae’s voice.
“Fine!” Hyukjae growled, still pretending. He made sure to make as much sound as possible so that Donghae would think he was getting up, heading for the bathroom. “I just wanted to give you something nice but I guess I was wrong, hand them over so I can give them to Sungmin. He’ll probably be over the moon when he gets them,”
“Sorry! I d-didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!” Donghae sounded distressed and Hyukjae knew he had hit just the right spot. The sound of Donghae’s steps came closer until Hyukjae heard the hinges of the bathroom door creak, but the door didn’t close so Hyukjae assumed that he just shut the door a little bit, probably leaving it a little bit open so that they could converse further. He was going to ask Donghae if he wanted them or not again, but as he opened his mouth to speak he could hear the metal of Donghae’s belt buckle hit the floor, followed by soft thumps of fabric, probably Donghae’s jeans, and a satisfied smirk curled up on Hyukjae’s lips. Success.
A few minutes passed, the only sounds filling the air and Hyukjae’s ears were the ruffle of fabric, the sound of Donghae’s bare feet, and Donghae’s low voice as he talked to himself. Finally the sound of fabric being folded stopped and Hyukjae heard Donghae walking closer to the door but not quite out.
“You have to promise that you won’t laugh,” Donghae spoke up, uncertainty thick in his voice accompanied by nervousness and a slight hint of embarrassment. Hyukjae bit his lower lip in pure anticipation.
“I promise,” Hyukjae tried to sound as honest as he possibly could. The honesty was true, because he wouldn’t laugh at Donghae; he would probably be buried deep in another emotion to laugh, if Donghae had done what Hyukjae had wanted him to do in the first place.
“Okay, then, I-I’m coming out. Don’t look!” Donghae sounded extremely distressed, and for a brief second Hyukjae felt sorry for him and considered telling him that he didn’t have to do it if he really did not want to. However, all those thoughts blew out of Hyukjae’s head as he heard Donghae closing the bathroom door, his feet now on their wall-to-wall carpet; he was standing just a few meters behind Hyukjae, in the same room. Shivers ran up Hyukjae’s spine as he waited.
“T-turn around,” Donghae spoke up after four minutes (Hyukjae had been counting) trying desperately to sound some sort of confidence but failed miserably as Hyukjae heard the tremble in his voice. Hyukjae lingered for a moment, inhaling a couple of deep breaths to his lungs before he bit his lips, closed his eyes, and turned around. He felt his pulse running somewhat higher. Even though he had turned and was now facing Donghae, he couldn’t see anything, yet, denying himself the sight. Even though this was supposed to be a treat for him, he wouldn’t do it completely on his terms; he wanted Donghae to be comfortable with it too. At least on some level.
“Please open your eyes, Hyukkie,” Donghae said, voice trembling. Donghae sounded tortured and Hyukjae couldn’t really restrain himself further so after he had counted silently to ten in both Korean and Japanese he opened his eyes.
He would’ve been lying if he had said that he hadn’t imagining this when he had clicked through that American website, helping Heechul buy from it, because Heechul sucked in English, well, Hyukjae did too, but not on the same level as Heechul. God, if he had imagined it. It had filled his wet dreams for the two weeks it took before they arrived, and when they had, Hyukjae had been terrified of opening the package. Heechul had opened his straight away, in front of almost everyone in Super Junior during their breakfast before grabbing Hankyung, pulling him into their bedroom, both gone the entire day. Hyukjae on the other hand had hidden it in his gym-bag when it had arrived (luckily he was the one who had gone to pick up the mail that day) knowing that no one would peek into it. He waited three weeks before he gave them to Donghae, and fuck, watching the male in front of him, he knew that his dreams hadn’t done it justice.
Donghae stood in front of him, all bare skin and taut muscles; his delicious body completely naked except for a pair of tight, tight black panties with lace-trim, riding oh so dangerously low on Donghae’s sharp hips. The outline of Donghae’s cock was so visible underneath the nylon-polyester mix that Hyukjae felt his own cock growing rapidly in his pants by just the sight of it. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed closer to Donghae, eyes never leaving the man in front of him. Sitting on the edge of their bed meant that Donghae was barely a meter away from him, if Hyukjae wanted, he could reach out and touch him.
“Turn around,” Hyukjae rasped, mouth suddenly dry. Watching as Donghae did just that. “Oh fuck,”
If Hyukjae had to name his favorite part on Donghae, it had to be his ass. Surely, he didn’t have the biggest butt in world history, but it wasn’t non-existent either, it was just, perfect. Perfect sized, a nice hand-full, and god, the wonders he could do with that ass. It usually was enough for Hyukjae to get a peek of Donghae’s ass in a pair of nice pants, and then he’d be spoken for, hauling Donghae into the closest available space and have his way with him. However, Donghae in a pair of nice pants couldn’t measure up to this, not now, never, because fuck.
“H-Hyukjae, please. Please say something,” Donghae’s timid voice tore Hyukjae’s thoughts away from Donghae’s ass and brought him back to look at Donghae’s ass. Hyukjae let his eyes run slowly over the swell of Donghae’s ass until the hem of the panties that cut higher than regular men’s boxers did, revealing a fair amount of Donghae’s ass to Hyukjae’s eyes. He studied how the round cheeks of Donghae’s ass stretched the black fabric just so that he could see the crack of his ass through it, stretching out a hand and let it run over Donghae’s ass. Hyukjae groaned and pressed the heel of his other hand against his straining cock, hissing pleasantly at the welcoming pressure.
“Fuck Donghae. Do you have any-” Hyukjae groaned. Donghae squirmed underneath Hyukjae’s heavy glance. “Any idea how hot you look right now?”
Hyukjae didn’t bother waiting for a reply from Donghae, whose face was dyed a beautiful scarlet, he pushed himself up from the bed and strode over to Donghae, turning him around with a hand on Donghae’s hip, unceremoniously attaching their lips, wasting no time with sweet kisses; he just shoved his tongue into Donghae’s warm mouth. In two seconds flat, Donghae’s hands were fisted in the fabric of Hyukjae’s t-shirt, just above his ribs, the fabric stretching as Donghae held onto it as if his life depended on it. Hyukjae let his right hand wander down from the lace on Donghae’s hips to the front of Donghae’s crotch where his cock was hardening against the fabric. Even though Hyukjae couldn’t see it, the feeling of the cock was enough to make him groan. Hyukjae let his hand rub the head of Donghae’s cock, moistening the dark fabric as well as his fingers. Hyukjae felt rather than heard Donghae’s moan, loud and appreciative as always. He tore himself away from Donghae’s lips, receiving a whine from Donghae as he did, latching his mouth onto the junction where Donghae’s shoulder met his neck and sucked.
“H-Hyu-,” Donghae tried to speak but Hyukjae’s name was drowned in a moan as Hyukjae slipped his fingers into the tight panties to engulf the wet head of Donghae’s cock, letting his fingers trail softly over the sensitive head a couple of times before he gripped the cock properly, pumping it dryly in time with his licks. Letting his thumb run across the leaking slit every second time or so when he brought his hand up and closer to the head. Hyukjae released the skin he had been sucking on; its color now nice and red that would turn red and purple with time. Normally, he would take time, bruising many parts of Donghae’s neck so that he eventually would have enough bruises to look like a Dalmatian (according to Heechul), but he didn’t have time for that now.
His hand gave Donghae’s cock another jerk before releasing it, dragging his hands out of Donghae’s panties, receiving a high-pitched whine and a hip thrust from Donghae, who he just shoved away, onto the bed, upon which Donghae fell ungracefully on, but Hyukjae didn’t care much for grace at this moment either. Hyukjae pulled his black t-shirt over his head, throwing it in no particular direction before he shoved his sweatpants down his legs. Pulling off his black socks in the process, leaving only his purple boxers on as he more or less jumped onto the bed, landing in front of Donghae who scrambled further up on the bed, making room for Hyukjae.
Hyukjae spread Donghae’s legs by separating his ankles, crawling in between them, stroking Donghae’s soft, toned legs as he came closer to Donghae’s crotch, ending up in-between his muscular thighs, stroking the hem of the black panties where they met Donghae’s thighs, fingers dangerously close to Donghae’s cock.
“Hyukjae, ah,” Hyukjae felt Donghae’s thighs tense as he let his hand run quickly over his cock, barely touching it before he continued lower, past his cock and over Donghae’s balls, pressed tight against the panties, curling his hands around them. Donghae let out a loud, throaty groan as Hyukjae bent down, letting his tongue run over the outline of Donghae’s cock. The nylon was rough against his tongue, drying it slightly every time he let it touch the fabric, but fuck, it was worth it when Donghae made those noises. Hyukjae let his mouth produce more saliva as he ran his tongue over the head of Donghae’s cock, letting the salty taste of the pre-come mix with his own saliva as he licked, and licked at the fabric. Wetting it for a bit before he started to suck, almost sucking Donghae’s cock in the process, if it hadn’t been for, you know, the panties, but Hyukjae didn’t mind. Donghae, on the other hand, looked like he did, if his trashing hips and the eternal whine of: “the panties, Hyukkie, the goddamn panties!” was anything to go by.
Hyukjae chuckled against the head and fabric as he continued to suck, holding Donghae’s hips down with his right hand as he let his left hand release Donghae’s balls and slid them slightly lower, letting his hand massage Donghae’s perineum. Though he wasn’t really simulating anything, as it was completely dry, and he had no plans of taking of Donghae’s panties just yet. Therefore, he let his mouth release the head of Donghae’s cock, trailed it down the shaft, over his balls, and arrived at the perineum, joining his hand. He had gotten used to the wet fabric over the head of Donghae’s cock, so licking the dry fabric over the perineum was slightly rough to start with, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Hyukjae let his right hand massage Donghae’s cock, so that Donghae wouldn’t feel that he had completely abandoned it. Though, being the inpatient human being that he was, Hyukjae wasn’t able to lick Donghae’s perineum for more than a couple of minutes before he released the cock yet again and brought both his hands under Donghae’s thighs lifting his hips slightly up from the bed so that he could proceed lower and reached Donghae’s entrance. The fabric there was dry as well, but Donghae was much more vocal about how it felt to have Hyukjae’s tongue that close, the moans and keens working as motivation for Hyukjae who licked, and licked, his own saliva dripping down his chin as he made the fabric wet, pressing his tongue in-between the cheeks of Donghae’s ass.
“Oh, Hyukjae, please, please,” Donghae made no sense, which was completely normal when they had sex. There was usually a lot of ‘pleases and ‘Hyukkie”’s coming out of his mouth, as well as pure nonsense and sometimes a lot of curse words that would’ve shocked Leeteuk if he knew that his precious, favorite dongsaeng could utter such words. They never failed to turn Hyukjae on, though so he had no plans of telling Leeteuk. It was a wonder, though that he hadn’t heard them, as Donghae tended to be quite vocal.
Hyukjae released his hold on Donghae’s hips as he felt his arm muscles stiffen. Donghae’s lower body collided with the mattress with a soft thump, and Donghae whined, again, because of the lack of contact between Hyukjae and his cock or ass.
“Shh, Donghae, you might wake someone,” Hyukjae chuckled as he sat back up on his knees, falling over Donghae’s torso, almost crashing with him, but his hands caught him, his face hovering just above Donghae’s. Hyukjae saw the blush that covered both Donghae’s cheeks, the red tips of his ears and the dust of red covering Donghae’s chest as well. Fuck, this had been such a good plan. Hyukjae was about to come with a snarky comment on how Donghae looked just like a blushing virgin underneath him when Donghae leaned up and caught Hyukjae’s lips with his own, nibbling on Hyukjae’s lower lip, making him groan. Donghae wasted no time when Hyukjae’s lips opened in the gasp and slid his tongue into Hyukjae’s mouth, letting his tongue rub against Hyukjae’s. As Hyukjae’s hands were more than occupied holding him up, Donghae’s hands roamed across Hyukjae’s chest, stroking his stomach briefly before cupping Hyukjae’s cock through his boxers once, then dipped underneath the waistband of Hyukjae’s boxers. Hyukjae let out a heavy moan when Donghae’s nimble fingers went to work on his cock rubbing the head just so as he thumbed the thick vein with the other hand.
“Fuck ‘hae,” no, Hyukjae didn’t make much sense during sex either, but compared to Donghae, he did make a lot sense when they were out of the bedroom. Almost like a genius. Hyukjae felt his thighs tremble as Donghae knowingly stroke Hyukjae in the places he was most sensitive; letting his fingers form a circle, pulling the foreskin down, sliding a finger just below it at the same time as the thumb rubbed mercilessly against the slit; it had Hyukjae’s entire body trembling with want, lust. It also would make him come in five seconds if he let Donghae continue. Hyukjae shove himself back up on his knees, disconnecting his kiss with Donghae and pulled Donghae’s hands out of his pants, chuckling breathlessly at the face Donghae made.
“If I’d let you continue I’d come, now, and that’s not something I want, yet,” Hyukjae explained as he hooked his thumbs in his own boxers and pulled them off, throwing them somewhere behind him. Even though they probably were up in a three digit number when it came to fucking (because fuck, they did fuck a lot), Donghae always looked at his cock the same way he had when they first started fucking. All big eyes, as if he didn’t believe a cock could look like that, and that particular blush that would somehow reach his eyes, which made him look like he never had seen a cock before, not even his own. The look never failed to make Hyukjae want to fuck the living daylights out of his best friend, which he usually did when faced with that look. Hyukjae hooked his fingers in the lace-trim of Donghae’s panties and pulled them down Donghae’s legs, throwing them too somewhere behind him. One day he wanted to fuck Donghae with them on, but today wasn’t quite the day he wanted to fight with tight panties. No matter how hot they were.
“Lube,” he said to Donghae, nodding against the nightstand, where their storage of lube unoriginally was located. Deciding to use some of the down time for something useful, he lifted up Donghae’s hips again and ran his tongue over Donghae’s entrance. He flattened his tongue and slowly, teasingly let it run over the hole, before tracing it softly. As Hyukjae pulled, back some, he saw that Donghae lay sprawled on the mattress, his arms flat against his stomach as his fingertips circled his nipples. Men and women alike usually had sensitive nipples, and while the sensitivity varied from human to human, Hyukjae had never met anyone with such sensitive nipples as Donghae. If he wanted to get him fully hard, it usually was enough licking or even just touching them, without touching Donghae’s cock, and he’d still become hard. Hyukjae chuckled slightly at the sight of Donghae’s open mouth, with little mewls coming out now and then, before he went back to Donghae’s ass, circling the hole for a bit before he forced his tongue past the opening.
“Oh- Hyu- ah,” Donghae’s thighs trembled in Hyukjae’s hands as he let his tongue work at Donghae’s entrance, rubbing slightly past the ring of muscle before pulling out, bringing saliva with him each time he pushed his tongue inside Donghae, working him loose. To tell the truth, Hyukjae wasn’t particularly fond of rimming, the earthy taste, and all that jazz, but Donghae was, and seeing Donghae crumble just by his tongue alone did weird things to Hyukjae’s cock. As long as Donghae enjoyed it, Hyukjae did too. After all, he wasn’t that selfish that he just wanted to satisfy himself in bed. Hyukjae pulled his tongue out of Donghae’s ass and sat up straight, letting go of Donghae’s thighs, drying his chin with the back of his hand.
Hyukjae sighed when he saw that Donghae was in the same position, as he had been when he last looked at him. Hyukjae crawled over Donghae’s hips, sitting down on Donghae’s ribs as he leaned over towards the upper drawer in their nightstand, digging through tons and heaps of lube until he found one that was opened and not filled with a funky flavor. Donghae was a sucker for flavored lube; especially the chocolate ones, they had like six different tubes of chocolate flavored lube bought from just as many different countries. Hyukjae had tried to tell Donghae that chocolate was chocolate no matter which country it was bought from, Donghae had just pouted at him and joined Sungmin and Heechul in the sex shop, leaving Hyukjae outside with Kyuhyun, Leeteuk, and Hankyung.
As he closed the drawer, lube in hand, he felt a pair of lips and tongue on his cock and inwardly groaned. Donghae had let go of his nipples and was now using his elbows to support him as he leaned forward in an extremely awkward position, at least it looked that way to Hyukjae, as he let his lips and tongue surround the head of Hyukjae’s cock. Fuck, it felt amazing. Hyukjae scooted closer to Donghae’s mouth, stopping when he sat on Donghae’s chest-bone. Donghae had let himself fall slight backwards so he wouldn’t choke on Hyukjae’s cock. Hyukjae placed the green tube of lube beside Donghae’s hips before he let his right hand run through Donghae’s messy locks of hair, his left hand rubbed at Donghae’s hollowed cheek.
“You look so good like this,” Hyukjae murmured, looking fondly down at Donghae who let his eyes meet Hyukjae’s at the same time as tip of his tongue dipped into the slit of Hyukjae’s cock. Unconsciously Hyukjae thrusted a bit forward into Donghae’s mouth, biting his lip to prevent a moan from getting out. Donghae’s eyes glittered mischievously up at him, his lips curled into a smile around Hyukjae’s cock. Hyukjae chuckled, running his thumb over Donghae’s cheek, over his nose and down the other cheek, feeling his cock through Donghae’s cheek, twitching slightly at the touch. Hyukjae closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards, savoring the feeling of Donghae’s tongue on his cock. Donghae’s tongue was pressed against the underside of his cock, rubbing against the vein once, twice before Donghae pulled back some, letting his tongue dance around the rim of the head before it dipped back down into the slit, curling.
“Shit,” Hyukjae moaned, hand fisted in Donghae’s hair, the other one pressed against his own thigh to have some purchase as he let his cock slide almost entirely out of Donghae’s mouth before sliding it quickly back in, forgetting where Donghae’s gag reflex was, almost making him choke. Hyukjae watched as Donghae’s eyes watered, but the latter didn’t say anything to make him stop. Not that Donghae could speak at all since Hyukjae was thrusting his cock into his mouth.
Donghae tilted his head slightly at the same time as his hands tugged at Hyukjae’s thighs, bringing him forward, deeper down in Donghae’s throat as the new position allowed his cock deeper without the protest of Donghae’s gag reflex, and fuck. Hyukjae had never been this buried in Donghae’s mouth and forced himself to think of Kangin and Leeteuk getting it on, vomit and old woman’s breasts to keep his orgasm at bay. Hyukjae felt that he did a good job until that fucking idiot Donghae swallowed, pulling at Hyukjae’s thighs and suddenly the entire length of his cock was inside Donghae’s mouth and it was unicorns and fucking rainbows. The idiot managed to swallow around him and naked Kangin did nothing to stop his orgasm that was tearing at the door and wanted out. Repentantly Hyukjae yelped, yanked out his cock and scrambled backwards, tumbling until he found himself on the floor, clutching the sheets in both his hands, clenching his teeth.
“Fuck, Donghae,” Hyukjae cursed through clenched teeth as he eyed Donghae who sat on the middle of the bed with a puzzled look on his beautiful face. Hyukjae pulled himself up on his knees, getting support from his elbows that were perched on the floor, eyes on Donghae’s face. The blush was still covering his cheeks, his eyes were blank with unspilled tears from the deep throating, and fuck, his lips was red and deliciously swollen. How he still managed to look so innocent when he had sucked on his cock mere seconds ago was a mystery to Hyukjae.
“You could’ve-,” Hyukjae began but stopped when he saw the surprise that was written on Donghae’s face, the same expression that was blooming on his own. “You didn’t know that you could do that, did you?”
“No, wow. I just wanted to try it because I saw it in one of your Japanese gay porns once, and it was just like swallowing a huge ice cream,” Donghae smiled widely, eyes sparkling, clearly proud of himself and his achievements. Hyukjae chuckled in relief as he shook his head in disbelief as he crawled back onto the bed, stopping just in front of Donghae.
“You’re amazing, Donghae,” Hyukjae said honestly, squeezing Donghae’s thigh with his hand, feeling incredibly sappy.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it before,” Donghae grinned cheekily eyes beaming at Hyukjae before he crawled further up on the bed, lying down on his back, spreading his legs for him. “Now fuck me, please,”
Donghae didn’t need to tell him twice. Hyukjae fished a pillow from underneath Donghae’s head and lifted Donghae’s hips, sliding the pillow underneath them, perching Donghae’s crotch up in the air, making it easier for him to gain access to his ass. He dug the lube up from the sheets, uncapped it, and squeezed a liberal amount of the gel into his palm, placing the tube beside him as he spread Donghae’s legs with one hand. He let his lube-covered hand run from Donghae’s cock, giving it a few jerks, trailing over his balls, rolling them briefly in his hand before he slid his fingers down Donghae’s perineum and ended up on his puckered hole.
Hyukjae circled Donghae’s entrance with his index and middle finger, rubbed the hole with his middle finger, and slowly pushed it inside Donghae, pressing past the muscle. Donghae let out a groan, hands fisting the sheets. Hyukjae let Donghae get used to the digit before he curled it against Donghae’s velvety insides, slowly stretching him. He slid the finger out, grabbed the uncapped tube of lube, and squirted another great amount onto his hands before dumping the tube beside him again. He gathered his fingers and let his hand smear lubricant from Donghae’s hole to his balls, sliding the slick hand down again, back to his ass. Hyukjae pressed his middle and ring finger together, stroked more lube onto Donghae’s ass, and slipped the two fingers inside his boyfriend.
“Yes, Hyukkie, ah, please,” Donghae rambled, thrusting back onto Hyukjae’s fingers as they rubbed around the bundle of nerves inside Donghae’s body. Hyukjae was careful not to actually touch the prostate, but let his fingers tease around the edges, where the nerves was just as sensitive, and it had Donghae buckling and curling up against his hand. He watched as Donghae’s face twisted into an expression of pure pleasure; he licked his lips, shut his eyes and let his teeth sink into his bottom lip, tugging at it.
“Get in me,” Donghae rasped, looking up at Hyukjae through heavy-lidded eyes. “I-I’m going to come if - if you continue,”
Hyukjae obliged and pulled his fingers out of Donghae’s ass, grabbing for the lube. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Donghae watching almost hungrily as Hyukjae slicked up his cock, not bothering with any condom. They hadn’t used one for years, as they fucked nobody else. Hyukjae doesn’t ask Donghae if he’s ready when he positioned his cock against Donghae’s puckered hole. He pushed softly against the hole, not at all hard enough to break into Donghae, teasing. Donghae let out an inpatient whine and Hyukjae just chuckled, grabbed Donghae’s hips, and shoved himself in with one stroke. Hyukjae groaned at the tightness around the head of his cock, telling himself to stay still. He waited for Donghae, holding his breath. Donghae was still as tight as he had been the first time they had fucked. It felt like heaven.
“M-move, Hyukkie,” Donghae whispered, eyes hid underneath his bangs.
“What?”
“Move,” Donghae repeated, a little louder, shyness in his voice.
“What did you say?”
“Fuck me, now,” Donghae snapped, voice trembling. Hyukjae let out a chuckle as he pulled out of Donghae, just to slam back into the velvety heat. The impact of the thrust had Hyukjae scrambling after Donghae, who had slid a little further up the bed. He spread, and then lifted Donghae’s legs over his shoulders, gaining him deeper access to Donghae’s ass.
Hyukjae’s thrusts were slow, barely there at first, until Donghae protested loudly, meeting Hyukjae’s hips with his own, coaxing him to increase his speed. It worked, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with Donghae’s heavy moans and Hyukjae’s rapid breaths.
Nothing turned Hyukjae on as much as Donghae’s moans.
“Please, Hyukkie, harder,” Donghae begged, hands scrambling up Hyukjae’s forcing himself up. Hyukjae nodded, speeding up, meeting Donghae’s lips with his own. Donghae clawed on Hyukjae’s arms as Hyukjae grabbed Donghae’s hips hard, leaving bruises coordi-noonas will ask about the next morning. Donghae will blush and tell them that he played too rough with his hyungs while Hyukjae will pretend not to hear, and Kyuhyun will smirk knowingly at them both.
Donghae moaned and mewled as if it was his profession, Hyukjae devouring all noises with his mouth as his thrusts grew more frantic against Donghae’s ass. Some of the groans were his own. Hyukjae lifted Donghae’s hips up some, adjusting the angle and his grip a little, and there. Donghae yelped and sunk his teeth into Hyukjae’s lips. Encouraged by the discovery of Donghae’s prostate, Hyukjae slammed himself into Donghae, their teeth clicking together by the impact.
Hyukjae didn’t know how long he’d last with Donghae’s tight, tight heat squeezing around his cock just so whenever Hyukjae hits his sweet spot just right. He released Donghae’s hip with one hand, wrapping it around Donghae’s cock. The jerks of his hands were poor, irregular, but Donghae still cursed like it was the best fucking thing since sliced bread and cried Hyukjae’s name, spilling into Hyukjae’s hand. Donghae’s orgasm was still running through his body as Hyukjae came with a last thrust into Donghae, decorating Donghae’s inner walls with his come, collapsing onto Donghae with a heavy sigh.
How long they lay there, Hyukjae did not know, but Donghae, who pushed weakly on his shoulders, pulled him back to reality.
“Hyukkie, you’re suffocating me,” he said softly. Hyukjae nodded into Donghae’s neck, pushing himself up with tired arms. There was come covering parts of Donghae’s and his own stomach. Hyukjae unceremoniously scooped the come up with his hands, licking his fingers clean with his tongue. Donghae shuddered against him.
“You want some?” Hyukjae offered jokingly. Nodding towards Donghae’s entrance. “There’s more in there if you want any,”
Donghae shook his head, no.
“I don’t like come. It tastes weird, salty, and bad, “Donghae told him, goose bumps appearing on his spine. “ I don’t know how you manage to do it, honestly,”
A light bulb lit inside Hyukjae’s head.
“Want me to teach you?” he suggested casually as he pulled out of Donghae, both wincing. “As I said, there’s more than enough,”
“No, I don’t w-want to,” Donghae said silently. Hyukjae looked at him. Slowly, he slid down on his stomach, placing himself between Donghae’s slightly spread legs, spreading the cheeks with his hands. Donghae’s hole was still open, slightly gaping from Hyukjae’s cock earlier. Hyukjae noticed the white come slowly dribbling out of Donghae’s ass. He put his tongue out and lapped at the pink, stretched hole. Donghae mewled.
“It’s sore,” he whimpered. “P-please please Hyukkie. Don’t,”
“Relax,” Hyukjae, said cheerfully as he watched Donghae’s hole twitch, stroking Donghae’s inner thighs absentmindedly. “I’m going to be gentle,”
“N-no, Hyukkie, don’t, please,” Donghae whimpered, trying to close his legs so Hyukjae’s access would be cut off. However, Hyukjae noticed the attempt, grabbed both his thighs successfully, and managed to keep them open. He leaned in and licked at the sore, stretched muscle of Donghae’s hole before he slid his tongue inside. Once back inside Donghae, he quickly got the taste of salty musk on his tongue his own come. Hyukjae gathered as much of the come he could and pulled out of Donghae’s ass, looking at Donghae with a satisfied glimpse in his eyes.
“Hyukkie, no, please,” Donghae begged again, voice a tiny keen and eyes big and shiny, pout on his lips. Hyukjae smiled evilly and leaned forward to lick Donghae’s come from his stomach, running his tongue teasingly over Donghae’s sensitive cock first. Hyukjae scrambled forwards, pulling Donghae’s legs over his shoulders to get closer, pausing just an inch away from Donghae’s face. Hyukjae snickered as Donghae let out a small whine out of discomfort and shut his eyes tightly, blush visible on his face.
“I-I don’t, Hyukkie, plea-,” Hyukjae pushed forward, eating up the inch that was separating their mouths, taking Donghae completely by surprise. He shoved his tongue, covered in both their come, into Donghae’s mouth. Donghae’s hands pushing half-heartedly on his chest, trying to get him away, but it was no use. Hyukjae used one of his hands to keep Donghae’s mouth open by pressing thumb and ring finger into the junctions of Donghae’s jaws, just in case he tried to bite. He used his tongue to spread the come inside Donghae’s mouth, rubbing it against the roof of his mouth, the top of his tongue, forcing him to taste it.
Hyukjae pulled away after he had almost completely emptied his mouth of their come, as well as some of his own saliva left in Donghae’s mouth. He didn’t pull quite away, remained somewhat close to Donghae’s face as he took in the sight of Donghae trying to get rid of the come in his mouth. Donghae looked almost distressed up at him, wide eyes, pleading.
“Hyukkie, please, I don’t like this. Help me, I don’t want it,” Donghae was close to crying because of the discomfort, mouth full of unwanted come. Hyukjae shook his head gingerly. Despite the fact that they had sex almost daily, Donghae hated the taste of come, and would never swallow when he gave Hyukjae a blowjob.
“Swallow,” Hyukjae said, running both of his hands down Donghae’s chest, thumbing his peaked nipples briefly before he continued further down. Donghae’s legs slid from Hyukjae’s shoulders to the joint of his elbows. Hyukjae’s lips closed around the head of Donghae’s softening cock, tongue rubbing mercilessly into the slit. Donghae let out a muffled cry. Hyukjae hollowed his cheeks and sucked.
“Hyukjae!” Donghae was almost desperate, voice trembling. Hyukjae pulled slightly away from Donghae’s cock, making sure to press his lips tight, tight together when he pulled off so the suction would be insane. Donghae’s face was almost completely red, eyes shiny with tears. His lips quivered as he spoke.
“S-stop, please. It’s too much,” Donghae, gasped, mouth still filled with come. He fisted his hands in the sheets as he looked up at Hyukjae. A weaker man would perhaps throw in the towel by now and cradle Donghae in his arms, but Hyukjae knew Donghae, knew that this was just a facade he put on to get his way. Hyukjae shook his head.
“Swallow, or else I’ll continue,” and as if to emphasize, he ran his thumb over the head of Donghae’s cock, swirling the tip of his nail into the slit. Donghae’s body trembled.
“B-but,” Donghae whimpered, shaking his head. “I don’t like it, why do I have to?”
“Wrong answer, Donghae-yah,” Hyukjae replied smoothly and resumed his previous activity; sliding Donghae’s cock back into his mouth. He quickly got to work, sucking and licking on Donghae’s sensitive cock, hands helping where his mouth couldn’t get. Hyukjae could feel the cock harden in his mouth, despite Donghae coming just a few minutes ago. Hyukjae knew that he was in no state to get hard again, let alone coming so quick, but Hyukjae knew that Donghae could. He had the libido of a fucking 16 year old.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear Donghae whine, plead, and sob but Hyukjae was so focused on the task that he didn’t bother giving it a second thought. He had to learn. Donghae was as good as fully hard when Hyukjae pulled almost entirely of his cock, lapping heavily on the head of Donghae’s cock. He briefly looked up at Donghae and noticed that his mouth was still as filled with come as earlier, just with a bit more saliva. Hyukjae locked eyes with Donghae and grinned before he breathed deeply a couple of times, relaxing his throat before taking Donghae in all the way. Donghae screamed. Tears prickled at the corners of Hyukjae’s eyes, his gag reflex threatened to betray him but he forced himself to hang on until-
“Hyukjae, stop, stop!” Donghae yelled hoarsely, fingers weaving into Hyukjae’s hair, trying to pull him off. Hyukjae let himself be pulled off, and was met with the sight of Donghae’s open mouth. “Look, look! It’s gone; I swallowed all of it,”
“Yes, you did,” Hyukjae said softly, rubbing his thumb over Donghae’s cheeks, behind his neck. He pressed their lips together quickly, tongue sweeping through Donghae’s mouth. He pulled away satisfied. Donghae had indeed swallowed it all. Hyukjae pressed a kiss to Donghae’s forehead while he whispered soft praises.
“I did it,” Donghae said tiredly, looking into Hyukjae’s eyes with his own red ones. Hyukjae nodded. His hands found Donghae’s chest again and pushed him softly down, lulling Donghae into a false sense of security as he pressed soft kisses to his nose and cheeks. Donghae sighed happily underneath him, entwining their fingers when his back was pressed against the mattress again. Donghae closed his eyes, and Hyukjae grabbed the chance. Quickly, like lightning, he grabbed Donghae’s wrists with one hand. His hands were somewhat larger than Donghae’s so it wasn’t a big problem. His other hand slid down between Donghae’s legs, head back on Donghae’s cock. Donghae tensed, but it was quite too late.
“N-no, Hyukkie, what are you doing?” Hyukjae didn’t bother replying. He slid two fingers straight into Donghae’s ass. He wasted no time, starting a quick speed right away, timing the thrusts of his hand with the sucks of his mouth. He jabbed Donghae’s insides hastily, looking for his prostate. At the same time, Donghae wriggled his hands, trying to get out of Hyukjae’s hold. Donghae cried out. Hyukjae found his prostate. Swollen from the sex earlier, it was no doubt that it was sensitive, and the way Hyukjae was mercilessly rubbing his fingers against it was surely not helping.
Donghae thrashed his hips; his entire body was shaking when Hyukjae let another finger slide into Donghae’s ass, quickening the speed of his hands. He pulled his mouth off until the only part that remained in his mouth was the head of Donghae’s cock. His tongue swirled around the head, coating the already wet head with saliva, making the slide oh so slick. He licked against the slit, running his tongue just underneath the rim of the head, playing with the soft foreskin, and repeated. Donghae’s thighs was shaking against Hyukjae’s arms, his entire body had gone completely stiff and for a brief second it seemed like the time stood still.
Donghae came with a choked sob that sounded like Hyukjae’s name. He bent his spine, body shaped like an upside down ‘U’ as he spilled into Hyukjae’s mouth. His mouth milked Donghae for what he was worth, swallowing every drop of come, until Donghae’s arms failed him, and he landed back on the mattress with a thump. Hyukjae let Donghae’s legs fall from his arms, and smiled satisfied at the sight before him. Donghae lay sprawled over the sheets, limbs still trembling. Inside Donghae’s chest, his lungs were working hard to get him enough oxygen so as not to faint. Donghae’s cock let out a last ribbon of come when Hyukjae let go of it. He gathered the come with his index and middle finger and brought them to his lips, licking up the last remains of Donghae’s second orgasm.
Hyukjae slid out of the bed, reaching for his shirt on the floor, but quickly decided against it. He walked quickly over to the bathroom, cleaning himself before moistening a cloth with warm water. He brought it back with him to the bed, as well as a bottle of cold water from their small refrigerator.
The bed buckled with the weight of him as he sat down on it, scooting closer to Donghae, separating his legs, running the warm cloth over his cock, balls and ass, cleaning up the remainders of his own orgasm that was dribbling out of Donghae’s ass. He threw the wet cloth on the floor before he crawled further up the bed, closer to Donghae.
“I hate you,” Donghae croaked, eyes closed as Hyukjae dried a tear away from the corner of his eye with his thumb. Hyukjae chuckled, pulling Donghae closer to him, throwing the covers over them.
“You did well,” Hyukjae spoke softly against Donghae’s cheek, stroking Donghae’s hair with one hand. “It wasn’t so bad was it? Swallowing the come?”
“I hated it,” Donghae muttered, accepting the bottle of water from Hyukjae. He swallowed the water greedily, washing away the last of the come. When he was done he snuggled closer to Hyukjae, pressing his lips against Hyukjae’s neck. Hyukjae smiled. He turned off the lights with the remote.
“You’re so amazing, Donghae,” Hyukjae said, pressing a kiss against Donghae’s forehead. “Just when I think you can’t take any more of my weirdness, you prove me wrong,”
“You’re a freak,”
“I love you,” Hyukjae told Donghae a while later both cuddled up underneath the comforters sleep just on their doorstep. Donghae didn’t reply and Hyukjae assumed that he was asleep. Laughing breathlessly, he closed his own eyes and submitted to sleep.
“I love you too,” Donghae yawned. “But I still hate you,”
“Fair enough,” Hyukjae agreed sleepily.