round and round
FOR MY BELOVED BB MAKNAE, 13fireflies~ HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, JESS BB ♥
title: round and round
pairing: hanhae
summary: im lost, lost in dreams and reality.
rating: R?
genre: angst, smut
a/n: inspired by Inception as well as
Round and round
there’s a little fish swimming in his teacup, round and round and round.
donghae-ah, a voice whispers next to him. donghae doesn’t turn around, he knows that voice (he loves that voice) and it hurts.
the fish in the cup has teeth.
you’re not supposed to be here, donghae mutters with his eyes closed, you’re not real. he knows that it’s not real, that this is all just a dream, a dream within a dream perhaps. he’s not sure; it doesn’t matter. he’s not supposed to be here either way.
donghae tries to focus, he tries to pick up the ticking of the clock on the wall that he knows is there or hyukjae’s snoring next to him. maybe someone moving around the house- a trip to the bathroom or grabbing something from the fridge. anyone, anything.
there’s a hand tugging at his sleeve, even as he tries to ignore it, hands fingering the hole in his sweater.
(donghae gasps as hangeng slams him up against the wall, mouth on his, hips grinding into his own erection. he parts his legs and tilts his head and the other yanks his sweater off so fast, he tears the sleeve. it’s his favorite sweater, but donghae can’t think about anything but skin and heat and more)
donghae-ah, don’t you miss me?
it shouldn’t be this hard, donghae thinks. waking up shouldn’t be this hard, a pinch on the arm at the most.
he pinches himself. a hand curls around his shoulder.
arms wrap around his waist, gentle but donghae can hear the locks clicking into place and the clinking of chains. he doesn’t want to be here, sitting on his own bed with the other man hugging him from behind and sounding like he’s about to cry.
this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. he's supposed to be dreaming. this is too real. donghae decides he doesn't like it.
hangeng shifts until he’s straddling donghae, arms around his neck and face buried against donghae’s throat, soft lips parted against his throbbing pulse. hae? i miss you so much, hae…
hangeng’s face falls when donghae tries to push him away, tears springing forth and donghae clenches his hands hoping the other won’t cry. he’s helpless against-
the tears tumble down hangeng’s cheeks and donghae feels something crumble inside him and he’s reaching out before he can stop himself; by the time his brain has started screaming at him, his hands are already on hangeng’s cheeks. the wetness spill over donghae’s fingers and that’s when everything sways and the world flips over and over, until donghae’s not sure which world he’s in anymore.
he can feel the tears. he can feel hangeng’s weight on his lap. those eyes are real, so are those hands and he’s pretty damn sure those lips feel the same as it always had. hangeng kisses him like he’s never done it before, soft and tentative, then a touch of tongue that whispers ‘i love you’ and ‘please love me’ at the same time. donghae unravels like a ball of string tumbling down the stairs.
donghae’s got hangeng pressed beneath him, smooth, tanned skin sinful against the stark white sheets.
yesyesyes, he wants to shout, but he loses the words among hangeng’s moans as donghae touches him everywhere and anywhere he can.
he pushes himself inside and swallows the screams, groans at the tight heat and pants against hangeng’s skin; everything flashing in bright neon colours. this had to be real, it has to be. he bites down and the world turns red, a splash of blue as hangeng rakes his nails down donghae’s back. he slams in deep, their bodies moulding together and the world explodes in hot bursts of white.
donghae gasps as his body jerks, like a fish that’s been out of water for too long, the white light still blinding behind his eyelids. the darkness starts to slash through the light and the world comes crashing back in heavy blocks of stone, crushing the air out of his lungs and his hopes into nothingness.
he lies there for an entire minute without blinking, his body still tingling and trembling, before donghae curls up on the empty side of the bed, hands fisting in the sheets and the sticky wetness on his thights burning like shame and anger.
it’s not real, he’s not here, no matter how much you want him to be, he’s gone…
he’s crying by the time he falls asleep, breathing shallowly like a wounded animal and he doesn’t notice the figure that moves out of the shadows, placing a cup down on the bedside table and stroking his hair gently.
donghae-ah, it’s whispered against the sleeping boy’s ear.
the fish bumps into the side of the cup and keeps swimming, round and round and round.
//
title: round and round
pairing: hanhae
summary: im lost, lost in dreams and reality.
rating: R?
genre: angst, smut
a/n: inspired by Inception as well as
Round and round
there’s a little fish swimming in his teacup, round and round and round.
donghae-ah, a voice whispers next to him. donghae doesn’t turn around, he knows that voice (he loves that voice) and it hurts.
the fish in the cup has teeth.
you’re not supposed to be here, donghae mutters with his eyes closed, you’re not real. he knows that it’s not real, that this is all just a dream, a dream within a dream perhaps. he’s not sure; it doesn’t matter. he’s not supposed to be here either way.
donghae tries to focus, he tries to pick up the ticking of the clock on the wall that he knows is there or hyukjae’s snoring next to him. maybe someone moving around the house- a trip to the bathroom or grabbing something from the fridge. anyone, anything.
there’s a hand tugging at his sleeve, even as he tries to ignore it, hands fingering the hole in his sweater.
(donghae gasps as hangeng slams him up against the wall, mouth on his, hips grinding into his own erection. he parts his legs and tilts his head and the other yanks his sweater off so fast, he tears the sleeve. it’s his favorite sweater, but donghae can’t think about anything but skin and heat and more)
donghae-ah, don’t you miss me?
it shouldn’t be this hard, donghae thinks. waking up shouldn’t be this hard, a pinch on the arm at the most.
he pinches himself. a hand curls around his shoulder.
arms wrap around his waist, gentle but donghae can hear the locks clicking into place and the clinking of chains. he doesn’t want to be here, sitting on his own bed with the other man hugging him from behind and sounding like he’s about to cry.
this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. he's supposed to be dreaming. this is too real. donghae decides he doesn't like it.
hangeng shifts until he’s straddling donghae, arms around his neck and face buried against donghae’s throat, soft lips parted against his throbbing pulse. hae? i miss you so much, hae…
hangeng’s face falls when donghae tries to push him away, tears springing forth and donghae clenches his hands hoping the other won’t cry. he’s helpless against-
the tears tumble down hangeng’s cheeks and donghae feels something crumble inside him and he’s reaching out before he can stop himself; by the time his brain has started screaming at him, his hands are already on hangeng’s cheeks. the wetness spill over donghae’s fingers and that’s when everything sways and the world flips over and over, until donghae’s not sure which world he’s in anymore.
he can feel the tears. he can feel hangeng’s weight on his lap. those eyes are real, so are those hands and he’s pretty damn sure those lips feel the same as it always had. hangeng kisses him like he’s never done it before, soft and tentative, then a touch of tongue that whispers ‘i love you’ and ‘please love me’ at the same time. donghae unravels like a ball of string tumbling down the stairs.
donghae’s got hangeng pressed beneath him, smooth, tanned skin sinful against the stark white sheets.
yesyesyes, he wants to shout, but he loses the words among hangeng’s moans as donghae touches him everywhere and anywhere he can.
he pushes himself inside and swallows the screams, groans at the tight heat and pants against hangeng’s skin; everything flashing in bright neon colours. this had to be real, it has to be. he bites down and the world turns red, a splash of blue as hangeng rakes his nails down donghae’s back. he slams in deep, their bodies moulding together and the world explodes in hot bursts of white.
donghae gasps as his body jerks, like a fish that’s been out of water for too long, the white light still blinding behind his eyelids. the darkness starts to slash through the light and the world comes crashing back in heavy blocks of stone, crushing the air out of his lungs and his hopes into nothingness.
he lies there for an entire minute without blinking, his body still tingling and trembling, before donghae curls up on the empty side of the bed, hands fisting in the sheets and the sticky wetness on his thights burning like shame and anger.
it’s not real, he’s not here, no matter how much you want him to be, he’s gone…
he’s crying by the time he falls asleep, breathing shallowly like a wounded animal and he doesn’t notice the figure that moves out of the shadows, placing a cup down on the bedside table and stroking his hair gently.
donghae-ah, it’s whispered against the sleeping boy’s ear.
the fish bumps into the side of the cup and keeps swimming, round and round and round.
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