[FIC] Under Heavy Rain, ONE-SHOT
Title: Under Heavy Rain (not a bad thing as long as I’m with you)
Pairing: EunHae
Rating: R
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Summary: It was a sweet invitation to spend quality time and get his - Donghae’s - low spirit high again. Little did he know he was getting more than what he asked for. (AKA foreplay all the way!)
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Donghae had at least had the thought to be happy now that Eunhyuk arrived his apartment, ready to be the good boyfriend and comfort him. Well, arrived meant drenched completely to his undergarment and the the thirty-minute hairdo time now ruined - all pulled down by water and gravity, sticking everywhere to Eunhyuk’s face. But Donghae didn’t mind staring agape to man dripping wet. It was actually a sight to see. Eunhyuk looked kinda hot.
“You didn’t have an umbrella?” Donghae asked surprise, rushing to give him a towel. He was already hearing squeaky sounds inside Eunhyuk’s shoes when the latter walked up to meet him in the middle.
“I figured you needed me more than I needed shade?” Eunhyuk tried, his words slightly muffled with cloth pressed to his face.
Donghae meant to hide his smile by turning around but was reminded at the stack of script and the blasted schedule list sitting on the dining table, taunting him. He groaned, feeling terrible again.
“Work?” Eunhyuk inquired, coming right up to his side to stare what Donghae was staring to. “Ah, knew it.”
“Sometimes I just wonder why I am at the acting business when I dread to memorize gazillion-long scripts and go one place to another.”
“So you called me for this?” Eunhyuk asked, eyes dancing playfully. Donghae didn’t hide the cringe he felt at the beaming man beside him.
Let it be known that Donghae wasn’t the type to request suddenly for comfort fest. He could be either dealing it with memorizing his lines alone (he was the type to take work very seriously) or simply rest (he had so little of it). Not today though, he needed Eunhyuk. For what, he stopped thinking right there for reasons.
Just because.
“Anyway, sorry but can I borrow pants? Mine’s a little uncomfortable here.” Eunhyuk made a flourished for his trousers. Donghae pointed back his room, telling him to get the usual stuff from the usual place. Eunhyuk emerged only with just pants on a few minutes later. Hair slightly damp but styled at the very least.
“Aren’t you cold? It’s freezing with the rain.” He meant to gesture for the window and supposed to get back to his script to memorize a few now that Eunhyuk was here to induce inspiration (well, Donghae thought this could boost him just a little more but maybe it was kind of a bad idea with Eunhyuk walking around semi-naked to induce distraction instead) when he was engulfed by a hug from behind.
“There, it ain’t cold no more.” Eunhyuk said through Donghae’s blonde hair. “You’re tired, you know? Can see it in your eyes, Hae. So how about we go to your room and take a chill.”
“You can tell?” Donghae relaxed against the bare chest; his head at the nook between Eunhyuk’s shoulder and chin. “I haven’t been…. sleeping right these days. So many to do. And tomorrow a big shoot inside the studio in front of invited critics - I don’t know who but manager says they’re important - and thinking about more stuff that comes with it. I think I’m losing my head.”
“Shh,” a hand had cover Donghae’s eyes, “come on, to bed then.”
It was a blind walk back to his room and he could only let Eunhyuk lead him with him still pressed against his body and soft, cold hands on his eyes to prevent him from seeing anything. Slowly Eunhyuk peeled his clothes off, until Donghae was only in his sweats and socks. He finally had his sight back, adjusting to the dim lights from the window and hearing the harsh pattering of the rain.
Donghae oof-ed when his body met the mattress and moved to the headboard until he was upright and watched quietly as Eunhyuk took the blanket and nestled next to Donghae. Their love nest made again, as it always did every time Eunhyuk was around. Outside this room seemed unimportant anymore and what only mattered was the body radiating heat for him, coercing him to relax. The cold bit his skin but it was Eunhyuk warmth that aided him.
“You called so late and I braved the storm and then I have a stressing Donghae who needs to loosen up from work which I think is working now that I’m here,” Eunhyuk, all smug-smile as he placed an arm on Donghae’s stomach, pulling much closer than they already were. “Is there anything I can’t handle?”
“My very soon non-stop rant? In three-two-one…”
The chuckle was light, as well as everything around him was when Donghae was nuzzled by the neck and heated lips ghosted over sensitive skin; his words dying out with the kisses on him. The shudder could not be suppressed though. He breathed out slowly, turning his face close to Eunhyuk’s smiling one.
“I can handle that. This too.” The snaky hand was left ignored throughout only to make known in existence when eager palm met a growing bulge, kneading softly and so teasingly. “Hmm, well. Someone’s turned on by this little cuddling.”
“Can’t help it,” that came out almost like a boy whining. Obviously Donghae was trying to restrain and speak properly over creative, touching hand. He did try not getting aroused, all because well he was supposed to thinking about the lines he was going to commit to memory and ended up remembering a wet Eunhyuk entering his crib and acres of skin just for him. “All your fault…”
“Hnn, right. You love it anyway,” the lips weren’t on his neck now. Instead it was southering to one pert nub and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, rewarding himself a gasp. “I don’t think your manager would want me, you know, getting you all worked up all evening and having a sleepy Donghae on set. Then again, your body wants me now. Isn’t it, you?” Hyukjae’s lips enclosed to a nipple, suckling it noisily and lapping it before turning to the neglected one and doing the same treatment. His kneading hands got rougher in sync with his greedy suckling.
“H-he doesn’t know you’re here-ah!” Donghae shuddered at the teeth that graze his sensitive spot, finding leverage at blanket his one hand gripping and Hyukjae’s hair the other. The mouth left his sopping nub, to Donghae’s mouth to kiss him with equal eagerness.
“Good,” the smile was felt in-between kisses before pushing a moist tongue inside Donghae’s mouth and tasting whatever it could. “I was hoping you’ll say that.”
He was unwinding already, Donghae belatedly realized and thanked Eunhyuk inside his head for this. How long had they been together last? Some days ago because Donghae was too busy to meet with him, even for just a cup of coffee in a local cafe. Eunhyuk understood his situation, supportive even. He would gladly step aside for Donghae’s work. Acting really demanded time and attention.
But tonight, well, tonight was all about no work, no worries, no nothing. Just them. Skin on skin, lips on lips and dirty whispers against the rain. It thundered outside, the light flashing Donghae’s lidded eyes on Eunhyuk and he caught the glitter of deep want right there.
Not yet, no. The fun was just about to start. Eunhyuk smiled haughtily, before rolling himself atop. On all-fours, he was caging Donghae between his body and bed, hovering on him. “I missed you.”
“Yeah,” Donghae sighed and cradled the jawline he was very much fascinated to with his hand. Thumb skimming over plump lips, “me too. Sexy dreams about you aren’t enough.”
“Sexy dreams? Like?”
“You would know.”
Eunhyuk smirked, nearing his lips to Donghae’s ears before whispering, “like telling you how much I want to touch you? Kiss you? Eat you?” He licked the cold shells of Donghae’s ears before nipping the soft lobe. “Or maybe teasing you like this?”
“Maybe…” Donghae sighed, his mind swimming in pleasure.
“You need to be more specific with me,” Eunhyuk breathed hot air to the already sensitive ear, gliding to flushed cheeks and open mouth. “Like how I kissed you, like where my hands were and what was I doing if I weren’t touching you here.” His hand groped the same bulge now growing in size, straining and demanding to be free. Donghae’s body was no secret to him anymore.
He ached so much. Mind, heart and body to be enveloped by anything that was Eunhyuk. Donghae wanted him anywhere and everywhere on him all of the same time. He wasn’t sure how would that be possible but he didn’t wonder for too long when felt frost nipped his hips and downwards to the rest of his body. Eunhyuk managed to finally undress him.
“Well, then. Let’s begin right here and tell me what I did to you here, in your dreams.” Hyukjae huffed deliberately at the twitching shaft; his eyes under manes that looked at Donghae with oozing lust. Donghae was sure he was lost right there when he watched the mouth finally took him in.
Yes, completely lost throughout the night.
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“You’re late aren’t you?” Eunhyuk asked, staring interestingly at the ceiling the next morning. When the rain stopped and rays of sunlight were at the window. Warm and bright.
“Yep.”
“And you’re manager is coming right up with a knife in hand to murder me as we speak, isn’t he?”
“Affirmative.”
“You love me so much that you stayed behind and got late yourself, don’t you?”
“Uh, huh.”
The hand underneath the sheets found the other and twined their fingers tightly that conveyed a thousand words and more than his mouth could.
“Yeah, well,” Eunhyuk turned to Donghae, smiling as bright as the sun after the storm. “Whaddaya know, I feel the same way.”
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A/N: Yes well apparently I'm under stress and only now do I realize that I'm not good dealing with it. My birthday's just around the corner and all I think about is thesis here, thesis there. I'm not even official enrolled as senior and I’m already at the verge of pulling my hair out and making myself. ARGH. I wanted to write, to vent out. Please excuse this post. I wasn’t thinking anything coherent when I was doing this. (and, as you know, grammatical error, misspelling, missing words - you may point it out. I’m too bummed out to proofread efficiently).
Why, yes, comments are very much welcome. And also encouraging. Drop me something cheery, pretty please? It will definitely brighten up my day. Tumblr right here. As well as FB.
Thank you, darlings~
- Jiandra/Setsu
PS. And, nope, this isn't your birthday gift themagiczebra because, well, I think this is too crappy for a birthday fic. Bah! I'mma gonna work on something better next so, uh, watch out for it? //hides