Danger
This began as a comment that Monica and I were spamming each other with and has since spawned this =D
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DANGER
There’s something captivating about breaking rules. It’s something that people wouldn’t understand until they had experienced it and it is something- more than an urge, more than a drug- that pushes you harder and drives you higher, until everything seems empty and hollow without the danger mixed in.
It’s in the way they dance. It’s not like how they dance with others, not even that time when Yunho and Hankyung had grinded in the middle of the practice room as the others watched with the mouth hanging open; not even the way Donghae and Eunhyuk are pressed against each other at one of their alcohol-fueled parties. It’s closer, the way they move with only layers of clothing between them, but somehow Donghae can still feel the heat of the older man pressed in tight behind him, can still feel the desire and the fire and the ache. It’s more intimate, they’re dancing face to face and Donghae has his arms around the other’s neck and they sway with their breaths mingling as their lips speak silently to each other, just inches away. They don’t kiss though, they never do, just gazes on each other and hot breath on lips and along strong jaws and curling around the shell of the ear and down sweat covered necks, the warmth burning cool on heated skin. It’s like they’re making love in front of everyone, screaming their relationship to the world and the recklessness of it all sends a thrill spiraling down Donghae’s spine.
It’s in the way they test their limits. They dance until they are hard enough to hurt and their breathing is uneven. They don’t touch after that, after the music stops, they don’t even stand near each other, leaning into warm embraces instead and letting strong hands tug them along. They don’t speak in the car, don’t sit next to each other. They talk to the others, they flirt and they play and they invite the wandering hands and lingering touches and the danger, because it was so, so easy to slip up, to give in to the adoring eyes and the lusty glances and the desiring touches and it was so, so easy to fuck up everything they have between the two of them. The stakes are so high that Donghae is gambling everything on it and fuck, if that isn’t an aphrodisiac.
They don’t touch and they don’t speak and they don’t even look at each other as the danger draws closer and closer and they don’t exchange reassurances and relief. All that happens later, when they are alone, but not truly alone. After hours of no contact and painful self restraint, the touches take on an almost unholy sensation, because it felt so amazing and wonderful that Donghae almost wanted to cry each time those hands finally reach out and he can feel that heat again, instead of just fantasizing about it. They speak no words in the darkness and there are only hands that slide and caress and there are open mouthed kisses and soft bites and long, hard sucks that will leave marks for days. The clothing disappear and Hankyung touches Donghae everywhere that his hands can reach and there’s blinding heat on his aching member and Donghae tries his hardest not to buck into the other’s mouth. Then he’s flipped around roughly and pushed down and there’s fingers pressing deep into him and Donghae swears under his breath with all the sinful words he knows.
The danger is over, because this is the darkness and privacy of their own dorms and there are no cameras and no snooping eyes and they’re safe, because it is with each other that they are touching and it’s not one of the others, not another bed that Hankyung is in, not another pair of arms Donghae is leaning against. Except it’s not over, nowhere near over and Donghae lets out a silent gasp as he feels the tip of the huge member pushing into him. There are hands gripping his hips and around his cock and Donghae has to bite hard onto the pillow as Hankyung pounded into him. The younger man is trying to breathe through the cotton in his mouth and the heat pooling within him as he is grinded deeper and deeper into the sheet, harder with each thrust and he knows this is wrong, that this is twisted and they’re fucked up to be doing this, but hell it feels so good and Donghae is more turned on then has ever been. He stares into the darkness and Donghae knows that Hankyung is following his gaze, because his thrusts sink even deeper into Donghae and the bed is shaking slightly as Hankyung fucks him harder than ever.
Donghae buries his face into the pillow, muffling his silent scream as he comes hard over the sheets and Hankyung follows soon after, biting hard into Donghae’s shoulder, nuzzling his face into Donghae’s neck to silence his gasp. They’re breathing hard for minutes afterward and Donghae feels the adrenaline coursing wildly through his veins as he shakes through his high. Donghae glances to his left again and he thinks this is the most insane thing he has ever done. Then there’s a groan from the other bed and Donghae feels the danger spike in his veins and his heart stops. Then there’s silence again and the snoring doesn’t stop and Donghae almost giggles at the craziness of it all, but his older lover silences him with soft kisses that soon turn hard and possessive again. The heat is back and the danger fuels the fire inside of him and Donghae doesn’t give a damn that they are kissing, fucking, barely a meter away from their leader.
<3
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DANGER
There’s something captivating about breaking rules. It’s something that people wouldn’t understand until they had experienced it and it is something- more than an urge, more than a drug- that pushes you harder and drives you higher, until everything seems empty and hollow without the danger mixed in.
It’s in the way they dance. It’s not like how they dance with others, not even that time when Yunho and Hankyung had grinded in the middle of the practice room as the others watched with the mouth hanging open; not even the way Donghae and Eunhyuk are pressed against each other at one of their alcohol-fueled parties. It’s closer, the way they move with only layers of clothing between them, but somehow Donghae can still feel the heat of the older man pressed in tight behind him, can still feel the desire and the fire and the ache. It’s more intimate, they’re dancing face to face and Donghae has his arms around the other’s neck and they sway with their breaths mingling as their lips speak silently to each other, just inches away. They don’t kiss though, they never do, just gazes on each other and hot breath on lips and along strong jaws and curling around the shell of the ear and down sweat covered necks, the warmth burning cool on heated skin. It’s like they’re making love in front of everyone, screaming their relationship to the world and the recklessness of it all sends a thrill spiraling down Donghae’s spine.
It’s in the way they test their limits. They dance until they are hard enough to hurt and their breathing is uneven. They don’t touch after that, after the music stops, they don’t even stand near each other, leaning into warm embraces instead and letting strong hands tug them along. They don’t speak in the car, don’t sit next to each other. They talk to the others, they flirt and they play and they invite the wandering hands and lingering touches and the danger, because it was so, so easy to slip up, to give in to the adoring eyes and the lusty glances and the desiring touches and it was so, so easy to fuck up everything they have between the two of them. The stakes are so high that Donghae is gambling everything on it and fuck, if that isn’t an aphrodisiac.
They don’t touch and they don’t speak and they don’t even look at each other as the danger draws closer and closer and they don’t exchange reassurances and relief. All that happens later, when they are alone, but not truly alone. After hours of no contact and painful self restraint, the touches take on an almost unholy sensation, because it felt so amazing and wonderful that Donghae almost wanted to cry each time those hands finally reach out and he can feel that heat again, instead of just fantasizing about it. They speak no words in the darkness and there are only hands that slide and caress and there are open mouthed kisses and soft bites and long, hard sucks that will leave marks for days. The clothing disappear and Hankyung touches Donghae everywhere that his hands can reach and there’s blinding heat on his aching member and Donghae tries his hardest not to buck into the other’s mouth. Then he’s flipped around roughly and pushed down and there’s fingers pressing deep into him and Donghae swears under his breath with all the sinful words he knows.
The danger is over, because this is the darkness and privacy of their own dorms and there are no cameras and no snooping eyes and they’re safe, because it is with each other that they are touching and it’s not one of the others, not another bed that Hankyung is in, not another pair of arms Donghae is leaning against. Except it’s not over, nowhere near over and Donghae lets out a silent gasp as he feels the tip of the huge member pushing into him. There are hands gripping his hips and around his cock and Donghae has to bite hard onto the pillow as Hankyung pounded into him. The younger man is trying to breathe through the cotton in his mouth and the heat pooling within him as he is grinded deeper and deeper into the sheet, harder with each thrust and he knows this is wrong, that this is twisted and they’re fucked up to be doing this, but hell it feels so good and Donghae is more turned on then has ever been. He stares into the darkness and Donghae knows that Hankyung is following his gaze, because his thrusts sink even deeper into Donghae and the bed is shaking slightly as Hankyung fucks him harder than ever.
Donghae buries his face into the pillow, muffling his silent scream as he comes hard over the sheets and Hankyung follows soon after, biting hard into Donghae’s shoulder, nuzzling his face into Donghae’s neck to silence his gasp. They’re breathing hard for minutes afterward and Donghae feels the adrenaline coursing wildly through his veins as he shakes through his high. Donghae glances to his left again and he thinks this is the most insane thing he has ever done. Then there’s a groan from the other bed and Donghae feels the danger spike in his veins and his heart stops. Then there’s silence again and the snoring doesn’t stop and Donghae almost giggles at the craziness of it all, but his older lover silences him with soft kisses that soon turn hard and possessive again. The heat is back and the danger fuels the fire inside of him and Donghae doesn’t give a damn that they are kissing, fucking, barely a meter away from their leader.
<3