[fic]
title: Fuck Me
rating: NC-17
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Hyukjae/Donghae
summary: Donghae needs to be more intimate with Hyukjae.
warnings: sex, lemon, whatever you want to call it.
“Fuck me.”
The softly spoken words startle Hyukjae. They were the last thing he had expected Donghae to say to him, especially right now, as they sit together on the couch, watching a movie.
Hyukjae isn’t even entirely sure that he heard his friend correctly. “Huh?” He, somewhat stupidly, asks.
Donghae turns to face him, giving Hyukjae a face full of wide, serious brown eyes. And Hyukjae’s pretty sure he sees some kind of emotion burning inside those brown irises. He almost trembles.
“Fuck me, Hyuk,” he repeats the words, his voice just as serious as his face, that same emotion in his eyes underlying his words.
Hyukjae continues to stare at Donghae, before he replies, “Now?” He still sounds somewhat stupid, surprise dulling his reactions.
Donghae has to resist the temptation to roll his eyes as his hands reach out to take hold of Hyukjae’s collar. “Yes, now, you idiot,” he says, pulling the other boy’s face close to his own. So close, that Hyukjae can feel Donghae’s breath, hot across his skin.
He looks into Donghae’s eyes for a brief moment, before lips crash together and tongues meet and entangle.
The force of Donghae’s kiss takes Hyukjae by surprise. It was true enough that the two had been fooling around with each other for sometime now, and passionate make-out sessions were not new to them. But they were never quite like this. Donghae’s eager, insistent kiss and searching tongue seem to tell Hyukjae that the other boy needs this. And has done for awhile now.
Hyukjae kisses him back for a moment, meeting Donghae’s eager force with his own, until they break apart to gasp for breath and Hyukjae gets a chance to think for a moment.
“Wait,” he says, still a little breathless. Donghae’s kisses always seemed to take the very breath from his lungs.
“What? Is something wrong?” Donghae sounds almost worried. Hyukjae’s had some problems, before, with them. He worries that it might be this, again, although Donghae had thought they had finally managed to work that out.
Hyukjae knows exactly what Donghae is thinking, and his lips curve into a slight smile. “Nothing. Unless you want to get caught by anyone who comes home.” His smile widens then, as he sees Donghae’s eyes dawn with understanding.
“You’re right. Come on.” Donghae doesn’t give Hyukjae a chance to respond as he grabs the other boy’s hand and tugs him up off the couch and whisks him away quickly into his bedroom, where the moment they arrive, he turns and locks the door behind them. No one is going to interrupt this moment.
Hyukjae is still smiling when Donghae turns back towards him.
“What’s that smile for?”
Hyukjae doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t need to, because his mouth is once again covering Donghae’s. Their lips slide almost perfectly together and Hyukjae finds himself thinking, not for the first time, that their lips are a perfect fit.
A soft noise slips between the two’s eagerly meeting mouths. It’s not certain which of them made the noise, but it doesn’t really matter anyway, and soon both gasp and pant with lack of air and heightening arousals.
Donghae’s arms find their way around Hyukjae’s slim waist and he pulls him back towards his bed. He almost stumbles for a moment, being unaccustomed to walking backwards whilst passionately making out with someone. But Hyukjae’s arms have wrapped themselves rather firmly around Donghae’s shoulders, averting any accidents.
They make it to Donghae’s bed quickly, and he pulls Hyukjae down onto it with him, their lips never breaking contact. Donghae has this almost need to keep feeling the warm pressure of Hyukjae’s mouth over his own.
But they have to break apart, not only for the air they so deliciously keep denying themselves, but for the removal of clothes. Donghae tugs off Hyukjae’s shirt quickly. It lands, carelessly discarded somewhere. Donghae’s own shirt quickly follows suit, and soon, hands and lips and tongues and teeth are everywhere, all over each other as both boys eagerly taste and explore exposed skin.
They’re moving too quickly for either to blush or become embarrassed about this. But Donghae thinks he has to keep this moving quickly, or else Hyukjae just might reconsider. And Donghae doesn’t think he could handle that, not now.
But Hyukjae doesn’t seem to be having any second thoughts. He’s keeping up perfectly with Donghae, and his heavier breathing and racing heart tell that he’s enjoying all these new explorations just as much as the other boy is.
No words pass between them. There isn’t any space for words though, not between the gasps and moans that slip between eager lips and warm skin. There isn’t really anything to say, either. The fingers that crawl down a heaving chest say it all. And the shuddering breath and gentle gnawing of a lower lip is all the response those fingers need.
There’s a soft brush of fingers over material, the sound of a zipper being pulled fills the room. Hyukjae smiles down at the other boy, who seems to have somehow gotten underneath him in all their eager touching. His smile seems to almost be asking permission from Donghae, as his fingers curl under the waist of the other boy’s pants suggestively.
For a moment, Hyukjae thinks the only response he’s going to get is the arch of a back and a soft gasp. Then, Donghae, voice somewhat breathless, says to him, “Hurry it up, will you?”
A little surprised, Hyukjae replies, “Don’t you want to, you know, take this slow?” He knows Donghae is a virgin, and he knows Donghae is somewhat of a romantic. Which is why Donghae’s eagerness and speed about this all was somewhat surprising.
“Why?” Donghae’s fingers slip themselves quickly inside Hyukjae’s pants as he whispers the question. “I want you now, Hyuk. So stop messing around.”
Hyukjae gasps. Donghae’s fingers are warm, and gentle, but firm as they move over him. Even if Donghae hadn’t have spoken, Hyukjae would have gotten his meaning clearly through his touch.
“Okay,” he whispers back, somewhat throatily, although words are not needed now. There’s a whisper of material against skin as Hyukjae slides the clothing off Donghae. Impatient, Donghae finishes undressing Hyukjae himself, and soon enough, the two are naked and exposed to each other completely.
Before either can rethink this or get embarrassed, both move forward and mouths collide in a fierce kiss. Hands and fingers press anywhere and everywhere, touch and caress, stroke and explore warm skin. Teasing fingers tug a breathless moan from Donghae. Warm lips over his skin make him tremble. Whispered words send his fingers out to clutch tightly at soft, blond hair.
Donghae goes to speak, but his words won’t come out. He swallows and licks his lips. “Hyuk, will you just … please?” Although the words are whispered breathlessly, the tug at Hyukjae’s hair that accompanies them let’s the older boy know in no uncertain terms that it’s more a demand than a plea. A breathless demand, but one all the same.
And it’s one Hyukjae can’t deny. He wants the other boy. He wants to see him squirm and writhe beneath him. He wants to hear him moan and gasp Hyukjae’s name. He wants to feel Donghae tremble and melt against him as he comes.
These thoughts send a shiver through Hyukjae, and he bites back on a groan. “Do you-” he starts, before changing his words. “We need some kind of lubricant.” Although not exactly ‘experienced’ in this area, Hyukjae knows enough of how things should be done. In theory, anyway. Practicals didn’t always turn out to work like theory said.
It seems Donghae is well prepared for this eventuality and only a few moments pass before cool, sticky fingers are pressing in places they’d never been and Donghae is writhing a little and clutching at Hyukjae’s hair.
A few whispered words pass between them and several kisses are exchanged before Hyukjae presses himself forward. He gasps out in the same moment that Donghae whimpers, and fingers clutch at him. Hyukjae feels the sharp sting of nails in his back, but that sensation is nothing compared to what he feels elsewhere.
Hyukjae leans his face close to Donghae’s as he tries to draw the breath to speak and whisper words of comfort, but the look the younger boy sends him stops any words and leaves them stuck in his throat. Donghae doesn’t even need to say it; the fierce, bruising kiss he delivers to Hyukjae’s lips says it all. ‘Keep going.’
Powerless to disobey, not even wanting to disobey, Hyukjae presses forward. He can’t help the noises that fall from his lips, soft gasps and breathless moans. He has never felt anything as good as Donghae feels to him now.
However good Donghae feels to him though, Hyukjae has enough presence of mind left to know how it’s supposed to be feeling for the younger boy. And the whimpers and murmurs and nails in his back are enough to let Hyukjae know just how Donghae feels. But Donghae won’t let him stop or pause, his legs having wound themselves firmly around Hyukjae’s waist to keep him in place.
So instead, to make it better for Donghae, Hyukjae’s lips work their way smoothly over soft skin, mouth, tongue and teeth doing their best to distract, and getting a good taste of the other boy’s skin while he’s at it. Donghae tastes like sweat. Sweat and fruit and whatever it was that always makes Donghae taste just so … Donghae. Hyukjae laps the taste up eagerly.
He presses forward, buries himself inside Donghae, happy to completely lose himself in the other boy, in this sensation. Slowly, Hyukjae realises that the sounds Donghae makes have changed. They aren’t soft whimpers or small cries of pain anymore. He is moaning. Moaning and groaning and gasping and panting and murmuring breathless incoherencies as he pushes up to meet Hyukjae’s body with his own.
These sounds, more than anything else so far that night, send shivers racing their way through Hyukjae’s body; make his skin tingle under clutching fingers and the breath catch in his throat.
He thrusts. And groans. And Donghae cries out, loudly this time. Hyukjae worries for a moment that he’s done something, but in between Donghae’s gasping breaths he can hear the words ‘more’ and ‘again’.
Hyukjae complies. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Donghae is so warm and tight and inviting, those gasps and moans and cries urge him on and make his head spin a little.
In a rush of panting breaths and racing hearts, heated bodies and clutching fingers, Hyukjae finds himself completely overwhelmed. Donghae cries out loudly and clutches at Hyukjae as their bodies tremble together.
For a moment the entire world seems to be drowned out completely and all either knows or sees is each other. They just stare into each others eyes, chests heaving for breath together and lips parted for air. Neither say anything. There isn’t anything to say. Words would spoil this moment. This moment that might just be too scary for either to fully comprehend just yet.
And then Donghae smiles. Soft, but warm, happy. Hyukjae smiles back. He shifts his body, ignoring for the moment the stickiness he can feel on himself. He rolls over and pulls Donghae into his arms where he holds the younger boy tightly against his chest. He feels a thin arm snake its way around his waist and smiles into Donghae’s dark, slightly sweaty, hair.
Once their breaths are caught and their hearts have gone back to their rhythmic, steady beating, Donghae finally whispers an almost stunned, “wow.”
Hyukjae laughs softly.
“Are you okay?”
He feels more than sees Donghae’s nod.
“You sure?” Hyukjae presses. He knew it felt good to Donghae by the end of it, but that didn’t stop the other boy from being in pain.
“I’m fine.” There is a light wave of amusement in Donghae’s voice and he presses a soft kiss to Hyukjae’s lips. “And you know, there’s only one way to get over pain, anyway.”
Hyukjae raises an eyebrow at him. He unconsciously tugs the other boy closer.
An almost wicked grin curves Donghae’s lips as he looks back to Hyukjae.
“Keep on doing it ‘til you get used to it.”
- end -
rating: NC-17
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Hyukjae/Donghae
summary: Donghae needs to be more intimate with Hyukjae.
warnings: sex, lemon, whatever you want to call it.
“Fuck me.”
The softly spoken words startle Hyukjae. They were the last thing he had expected Donghae to say to him, especially right now, as they sit together on the couch, watching a movie.
Hyukjae isn’t even entirely sure that he heard his friend correctly. “Huh?” He, somewhat stupidly, asks.
Donghae turns to face him, giving Hyukjae a face full of wide, serious brown eyes. And Hyukjae’s pretty sure he sees some kind of emotion burning inside those brown irises. He almost trembles.
“Fuck me, Hyuk,” he repeats the words, his voice just as serious as his face, that same emotion in his eyes underlying his words.
Hyukjae continues to stare at Donghae, before he replies, “Now?” He still sounds somewhat stupid, surprise dulling his reactions.
Donghae has to resist the temptation to roll his eyes as his hands reach out to take hold of Hyukjae’s collar. “Yes, now, you idiot,” he says, pulling the other boy’s face close to his own. So close, that Hyukjae can feel Donghae’s breath, hot across his skin.
He looks into Donghae’s eyes for a brief moment, before lips crash together and tongues meet and entangle.
The force of Donghae’s kiss takes Hyukjae by surprise. It was true enough that the two had been fooling around with each other for sometime now, and passionate make-out sessions were not new to them. But they were never quite like this. Donghae’s eager, insistent kiss and searching tongue seem to tell Hyukjae that the other boy needs this. And has done for awhile now.
Hyukjae kisses him back for a moment, meeting Donghae’s eager force with his own, until they break apart to gasp for breath and Hyukjae gets a chance to think for a moment.
“Wait,” he says, still a little breathless. Donghae’s kisses always seemed to take the very breath from his lungs.
“What? Is something wrong?” Donghae sounds almost worried. Hyukjae’s had some problems, before, with them. He worries that it might be this, again, although Donghae had thought they had finally managed to work that out.
Hyukjae knows exactly what Donghae is thinking, and his lips curve into a slight smile. “Nothing. Unless you want to get caught by anyone who comes home.” His smile widens then, as he sees Donghae’s eyes dawn with understanding.
“You’re right. Come on.” Donghae doesn’t give Hyukjae a chance to respond as he grabs the other boy’s hand and tugs him up off the couch and whisks him away quickly into his bedroom, where the moment they arrive, he turns and locks the door behind them. No one is going to interrupt this moment.
Hyukjae is still smiling when Donghae turns back towards him.
“What’s that smile for?”
Hyukjae doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t need to, because his mouth is once again covering Donghae’s. Their lips slide almost perfectly together and Hyukjae finds himself thinking, not for the first time, that their lips are a perfect fit.
A soft noise slips between the two’s eagerly meeting mouths. It’s not certain which of them made the noise, but it doesn’t really matter anyway, and soon both gasp and pant with lack of air and heightening arousals.
Donghae’s arms find their way around Hyukjae’s slim waist and he pulls him back towards his bed. He almost stumbles for a moment, being unaccustomed to walking backwards whilst passionately making out with someone. But Hyukjae’s arms have wrapped themselves rather firmly around Donghae’s shoulders, averting any accidents.
They make it to Donghae’s bed quickly, and he pulls Hyukjae down onto it with him, their lips never breaking contact. Donghae has this almost need to keep feeling the warm pressure of Hyukjae’s mouth over his own.
But they have to break apart, not only for the air they so deliciously keep denying themselves, but for the removal of clothes. Donghae tugs off Hyukjae’s shirt quickly. It lands, carelessly discarded somewhere. Donghae’s own shirt quickly follows suit, and soon, hands and lips and tongues and teeth are everywhere, all over each other as both boys eagerly taste and explore exposed skin.
They’re moving too quickly for either to blush or become embarrassed about this. But Donghae thinks he has to keep this moving quickly, or else Hyukjae just might reconsider. And Donghae doesn’t think he could handle that, not now.
But Hyukjae doesn’t seem to be having any second thoughts. He’s keeping up perfectly with Donghae, and his heavier breathing and racing heart tell that he’s enjoying all these new explorations just as much as the other boy is.
No words pass between them. There isn’t any space for words though, not between the gasps and moans that slip between eager lips and warm skin. There isn’t really anything to say, either. The fingers that crawl down a heaving chest say it all. And the shuddering breath and gentle gnawing of a lower lip is all the response those fingers need.
There’s a soft brush of fingers over material, the sound of a zipper being pulled fills the room. Hyukjae smiles down at the other boy, who seems to have somehow gotten underneath him in all their eager touching. His smile seems to almost be asking permission from Donghae, as his fingers curl under the waist of the other boy’s pants suggestively.
For a moment, Hyukjae thinks the only response he’s going to get is the arch of a back and a soft gasp. Then, Donghae, voice somewhat breathless, says to him, “Hurry it up, will you?”
A little surprised, Hyukjae replies, “Don’t you want to, you know, take this slow?” He knows Donghae is a virgin, and he knows Donghae is somewhat of a romantic. Which is why Donghae’s eagerness and speed about this all was somewhat surprising.
“Why?” Donghae’s fingers slip themselves quickly inside Hyukjae’s pants as he whispers the question. “I want you now, Hyuk. So stop messing around.”
Hyukjae gasps. Donghae’s fingers are warm, and gentle, but firm as they move over him. Even if Donghae hadn’t have spoken, Hyukjae would have gotten his meaning clearly through his touch.
“Okay,” he whispers back, somewhat throatily, although words are not needed now. There’s a whisper of material against skin as Hyukjae slides the clothing off Donghae. Impatient, Donghae finishes undressing Hyukjae himself, and soon enough, the two are naked and exposed to each other completely.
Before either can rethink this or get embarrassed, both move forward and mouths collide in a fierce kiss. Hands and fingers press anywhere and everywhere, touch and caress, stroke and explore warm skin. Teasing fingers tug a breathless moan from Donghae. Warm lips over his skin make him tremble. Whispered words send his fingers out to clutch tightly at soft, blond hair.
Donghae goes to speak, but his words won’t come out. He swallows and licks his lips. “Hyuk, will you just … please?” Although the words are whispered breathlessly, the tug at Hyukjae’s hair that accompanies them let’s the older boy know in no uncertain terms that it’s more a demand than a plea. A breathless demand, but one all the same.
And it’s one Hyukjae can’t deny. He wants the other boy. He wants to see him squirm and writhe beneath him. He wants to hear him moan and gasp Hyukjae’s name. He wants to feel Donghae tremble and melt against him as he comes.
These thoughts send a shiver through Hyukjae, and he bites back on a groan. “Do you-” he starts, before changing his words. “We need some kind of lubricant.” Although not exactly ‘experienced’ in this area, Hyukjae knows enough of how things should be done. In theory, anyway. Practicals didn’t always turn out to work like theory said.
It seems Donghae is well prepared for this eventuality and only a few moments pass before cool, sticky fingers are pressing in places they’d never been and Donghae is writhing a little and clutching at Hyukjae’s hair.
A few whispered words pass between them and several kisses are exchanged before Hyukjae presses himself forward. He gasps out in the same moment that Donghae whimpers, and fingers clutch at him. Hyukjae feels the sharp sting of nails in his back, but that sensation is nothing compared to what he feels elsewhere.
Hyukjae leans his face close to Donghae’s as he tries to draw the breath to speak and whisper words of comfort, but the look the younger boy sends him stops any words and leaves them stuck in his throat. Donghae doesn’t even need to say it; the fierce, bruising kiss he delivers to Hyukjae’s lips says it all. ‘Keep going.’
Powerless to disobey, not even wanting to disobey, Hyukjae presses forward. He can’t help the noises that fall from his lips, soft gasps and breathless moans. He has never felt anything as good as Donghae feels to him now.
However good Donghae feels to him though, Hyukjae has enough presence of mind left to know how it’s supposed to be feeling for the younger boy. And the whimpers and murmurs and nails in his back are enough to let Hyukjae know just how Donghae feels. But Donghae won’t let him stop or pause, his legs having wound themselves firmly around Hyukjae’s waist to keep him in place.
So instead, to make it better for Donghae, Hyukjae’s lips work their way smoothly over soft skin, mouth, tongue and teeth doing their best to distract, and getting a good taste of the other boy’s skin while he’s at it. Donghae tastes like sweat. Sweat and fruit and whatever it was that always makes Donghae taste just so … Donghae. Hyukjae laps the taste up eagerly.
He presses forward, buries himself inside Donghae, happy to completely lose himself in the other boy, in this sensation. Slowly, Hyukjae realises that the sounds Donghae makes have changed. They aren’t soft whimpers or small cries of pain anymore. He is moaning. Moaning and groaning and gasping and panting and murmuring breathless incoherencies as he pushes up to meet Hyukjae’s body with his own.
These sounds, more than anything else so far that night, send shivers racing their way through Hyukjae’s body; make his skin tingle under clutching fingers and the breath catch in his throat.
He thrusts. And groans. And Donghae cries out, loudly this time. Hyukjae worries for a moment that he’s done something, but in between Donghae’s gasping breaths he can hear the words ‘more’ and ‘again’.
Hyukjae complies. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Donghae is so warm and tight and inviting, those gasps and moans and cries urge him on and make his head spin a little.
In a rush of panting breaths and racing hearts, heated bodies and clutching fingers, Hyukjae finds himself completely overwhelmed. Donghae cries out loudly and clutches at Hyukjae as their bodies tremble together.
For a moment the entire world seems to be drowned out completely and all either knows or sees is each other. They just stare into each others eyes, chests heaving for breath together and lips parted for air. Neither say anything. There isn’t anything to say. Words would spoil this moment. This moment that might just be too scary for either to fully comprehend just yet.
And then Donghae smiles. Soft, but warm, happy. Hyukjae smiles back. He shifts his body, ignoring for the moment the stickiness he can feel on himself. He rolls over and pulls Donghae into his arms where he holds the younger boy tightly against his chest. He feels a thin arm snake its way around his waist and smiles into Donghae’s dark, slightly sweaty, hair.
Once their breaths are caught and their hearts have gone back to their rhythmic, steady beating, Donghae finally whispers an almost stunned, “wow.”
Hyukjae laughs softly.
“Are you okay?”
He feels more than sees Donghae’s nod.
“You sure?” Hyukjae presses. He knew it felt good to Donghae by the end of it, but that didn’t stop the other boy from being in pain.
“I’m fine.” There is a light wave of amusement in Donghae’s voice and he presses a soft kiss to Hyukjae’s lips. “And you know, there’s only one way to get over pain, anyway.”
Hyukjae raises an eyebrow at him. He unconsciously tugs the other boy closer.
An almost wicked grin curves Donghae’s lips as he looks back to Hyukjae.
“Keep on doing it ‘til you get used to it.”
- end -