touch
| touch | pg-13 | super junior | kyuhyun/donghae | 642w |
in which kyuhyun becomes king midas.
When Kyuhyun said, "Alright, then I want everything I touch to turn into gold," he didn't think anything would come of it. In this day and age, there were no such things as fairytales. No magicians, no humans-turned-animals, no genie flying out of the lamp when you rubbed it. There were no old crones who walked up to you and asked for a drink of water, and when they finished, they did not inquire about your heart's greatest desire; did not offer to make it come true.
But life had a way of screwing him over, and even humoring a little old lady was dangerous when you're Cho Kyuhyun. So when he breathed out gold dust and made the air around him glitter incandescently, he naturally became afraid.
"I can't even touch myself." he told Donghae sadly, twisting to make himself comfortable in the newly transformed golden armchair. "I'm terrified of becoming a statue."
Donghae fingered the hem of Kyuhyun's shirt, now a drapery of thin gold foil that rustled when Kyuhyun moved, and asked, "Aren't you cold in this?"
"It's too heavy to wear anything else." Kyuhyun replied, resisting the urge to push Donghae away "Keep your distance. I’m even more terrified of turning other people into statues."
"You can always sell me." Donghae offered, and lifted the gold foil until Kyuhyun's belly was exposed. "And use the money for world domination." He leaned downwards, and Kyuhyun's shirt fluttered, as if in protest at the proximity.
"Oh." Kyuhyun swallowed nervously. Even his saliva tasted thick and metallic. He moved his hands until he was sitting on them and tried not to move, eyes fixed on the space between Donghae's lips and his abdomen. He seemed impossibly close, and Kyuhyun had to bite his tongue not to make a sound - it gave a soft, weird clunk.
Donghae was a hair's breadth from the slope of Kyuhyun's stomach. A strand of his hair fell forward, as if impatient with the proceedings, and glinted brightly.
"Stop. Stop, this is dangerous." Kyuhyun said, tongue suddenly feeling strangely heavy in his mouth. His chest, his arms, the chair, Donghae's hair - it was all covered now with a thin blanket of gold dust, and Kyuhyun's lungs struggled to expand. For what? He wondered. There was no point in making gold dust, not when he could just reach out and touch -
But he doesn't, and Donghae, so close now that Kyuhyun didn't know how he could avoid touching him, blew softly. A cloud of gold billowed between them, up towards Kyuhyun's face, and Kyuhyun tried to blink it out of his eyes, only to find his eyelids resolutely unmoving.
Donghae moved away, and Kyuhyun breathed a sigh of relief. More gold dust appeared, but he can't seem to inhale anymore. His lungs now refused to move, his diaphram stuck in its mid-position, pushing into nothing but more gold. Kyuhyun's heart clanked against his sternum and beat out a rhythm of hollow, hollow, hollow.
Donghae moved upwards and pressed his lips to Kyuhyun's still covered ribs. Pressed another kiss further up, on the left side of his hollow chest, and up again on his shoulder, where gold melded into skin and melded into gold.
"I'll save you," Donghae murmured, the tip of his nose nearly brushing against Kyuhyun's. "I've got a plan ready," he smiled, and leaned in.
You've got the wrong fairytale. Kyuhyun wanted to tell him, but Donghae felt warm and supple and heavy against him, and Kyuhyun suspected that, even if his lips could still move, he wouldn't be wasting his movements on speaking.
Two minutes later, Donghae was still one of those three. Kyuhyun gazed past the gold and into the distance, and fell to dreams of handsome princes and white horses, and of waking up looking into Donghae's familiar brown eyes.
in which kyuhyun becomes king midas.
When Kyuhyun said, "Alright, then I want everything I touch to turn into gold," he didn't think anything would come of it. In this day and age, there were no such things as fairytales. No magicians, no humans-turned-animals, no genie flying out of the lamp when you rubbed it. There were no old crones who walked up to you and asked for a drink of water, and when they finished, they did not inquire about your heart's greatest desire; did not offer to make it come true.
But life had a way of screwing him over, and even humoring a little old lady was dangerous when you're Cho Kyuhyun. So when he breathed out gold dust and made the air around him glitter incandescently, he naturally became afraid.
"I can't even touch myself." he told Donghae sadly, twisting to make himself comfortable in the newly transformed golden armchair. "I'm terrified of becoming a statue."
Donghae fingered the hem of Kyuhyun's shirt, now a drapery of thin gold foil that rustled when Kyuhyun moved, and asked, "Aren't you cold in this?"
"It's too heavy to wear anything else." Kyuhyun replied, resisting the urge to push Donghae away "Keep your distance. I’m even more terrified of turning other people into statues."
"You can always sell me." Donghae offered, and lifted the gold foil until Kyuhyun's belly was exposed. "And use the money for world domination." He leaned downwards, and Kyuhyun's shirt fluttered, as if in protest at the proximity.
"Oh." Kyuhyun swallowed nervously. Even his saliva tasted thick and metallic. He moved his hands until he was sitting on them and tried not to move, eyes fixed on the space between Donghae's lips and his abdomen. He seemed impossibly close, and Kyuhyun had to bite his tongue not to make a sound - it gave a soft, weird clunk.
Donghae was a hair's breadth from the slope of Kyuhyun's stomach. A strand of his hair fell forward, as if impatient with the proceedings, and glinted brightly.
"Stop. Stop, this is dangerous." Kyuhyun said, tongue suddenly feeling strangely heavy in his mouth. His chest, his arms, the chair, Donghae's hair - it was all covered now with a thin blanket of gold dust, and Kyuhyun's lungs struggled to expand. For what? He wondered. There was no point in making gold dust, not when he could just reach out and touch -
But he doesn't, and Donghae, so close now that Kyuhyun didn't know how he could avoid touching him, blew softly. A cloud of gold billowed between them, up towards Kyuhyun's face, and Kyuhyun tried to blink it out of his eyes, only to find his eyelids resolutely unmoving.
Donghae moved away, and Kyuhyun breathed a sigh of relief. More gold dust appeared, but he can't seem to inhale anymore. His lungs now refused to move, his diaphram stuck in its mid-position, pushing into nothing but more gold. Kyuhyun's heart clanked against his sternum and beat out a rhythm of hollow, hollow, hollow.
Donghae moved upwards and pressed his lips to Kyuhyun's still covered ribs. Pressed another kiss further up, on the left side of his hollow chest, and up again on his shoulder, where gold melded into skin and melded into gold.
"I'll save you," Donghae murmured, the tip of his nose nearly brushing against Kyuhyun's. "I've got a plan ready," he smiled, and leaned in.
You've got the wrong fairytale. Kyuhyun wanted to tell him, but Donghae felt warm and supple and heavy against him, and Kyuhyun suspected that, even if his lips could still move, he wouldn't be wasting his movements on speaking.
Two minutes later, Donghae was still one of those three. Kyuhyun gazed past the gold and into the distance, and fell to dreams of handsome princes and white horses, and of waking up looking into Donghae's familiar brown eyes.