Let's Play a Game?
Title: Let's Play a Game?
Pairing: Eunhae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, warning for swearing
Summary: the original partner for eunhyuk's wrestling skit wasnt shindong. things happen.
Hyukjae checked himself in the full body mirror in the empty bathroom behind the set, looking down at his blue wrestling singlet and fixing his hair for the last time.
“Wow, you look good.”
He turned around to see Donghae in an identical outfit, but in red.
“Could say the same for yourself,” Hyukjae grinned as he walked towards the other whose mouth was slightly ajar. Something caught his eye.
“Um, Hyuk, my eyes are up here.”
“But I’m finding something much more interesting down here…..” Hyukjae took another step forward, “you have a boner Haehae,” he said almost gleefully.
“Oh shit,” Donghae hurriedly covered his crotch with his hands. “It’s your fault this is happening.” Hyukjae knew he was talking about choosing him for a partner.
“What? Mine? I guess I can agree, I look pretty good in this. They’re really tight, aren’t they?” Hyukjae pulled at his shoulder strap seductively.
“Fuck, Hyukjae, stop,” Donghae groaned.
“It’s too late now, do you want to go out there with that in the way?” He licked his lips, smirking at a helpless Donghae and pressing him against the wall. The other sucked in a mouthful of air at the contact of the cold surface.
“Now let’s see how I can take care of this,” Hyukjae removed the hands placed between Donghae’s legs with his own, revealing a bulge swollen to much larger than before. He stared at it hungrily.
“Hm, how about we play a game? Rules are: you try to keep silent so we don’t get caught?”
Before Donghae could answer Hyukjae had already pushed him into one of the changing rooms and clicked the lock shut.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Donghae murmured, face buried in his hands as he backed against the wall again.
“What’s there not to believe?” Hyukjae’s breath ghosted over his neck and he quivered, the heat from Hyukjae’s breath taking over his body.
Knowing how sensitive Donghae was and humming an approval at his response, Hyukjae licked a circle on the other’s shoulder and traced his tongue down to his chest, lingering over a nipple and lazily continuing down over his abs. The feeling of Hyukjae’s warm tongue on the thin, skin-fitting singlet he was wearing made Donghae exhale in ragged breaths and tremble at the sensation. The jolts of pleasure swam south to his painfully needy erection. Mouth hanging agape, he pressed his back flat on the wall, mixing the cold from the smooth surface with the heat in his body as he mouthed “Hyukjae, Hyukjae” again and again.
“The spandex doing it for you?” Hyukjae chuckled darkly, looking up at Donghae whose skin shone in perspiration, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
“Ngh,” was all Donghae could utter, throwing his head back as Hyukjae palmed his erection.
“You’re this hard already and the game hasn’t even fully started yet,” Hyukjae shook his head in mock disapproval, giving Donghae a hard squeeze, earning a choked moan from above.
He ran his lips around the outline of Donghae’s member, placing soft, wet kisses here and there. Proceeding to lick a long trail from the bottom of the shaft to the head in an agonizingly slow manner, he looked up to see Donghae trying to stifle a moan with the palm of his hand, eyes unfocused and lidded. Hyukjae could taste the dampness of precum on the fabric and he licked his lips, gloating at how Donghae was staring at him, so entranced and lustful at the same time. He reached up with one hand and slid two fingers into the other’s mouth, Donghae taking them in almost too eagerly, tongue swirling around them. Smirking at the sight, Hyukjae attached his lips onto the outline of his member and sucked, ravishing the hard length with his mouth. Donghae’s knees were trembling as he let out high pitched mewls past rosy lips slick with saliva. Hyukjae’s fingers were forgotten as they dragged down from his lips, leaving wet trails down his chin. Hyukjae stopped his ministrations and the other whined in protest.
“Donghae, what was the rule again?”
The other nodded desperately, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Hyukjae patted his cheek.
“Good boy,” he murmured, pressing his tongue against Donghae’s length and curling around it. By the way Donghae was shaking and how his body was stiffening Hyukjae knew he was close.
“Are you coming, Donghae?” Hyukjae’s fingers danced lightly over his abs and rubbed a stiff nipple teasingly. “We haven’t even undressed yet.” Wrapping a hand around Donghae’s throbbing member, he gave it a tug and massaged the underside with his thumb, drawing out a long throaty moan. The rules were forgotten, the desire clouding both men's minds as Hyukjae twisted his fist for the last time before he stood up and swallowed Donghae’s scream, tasting the inside of his mouth and pumping out his orgasm.
The other’s body slackened and Hyukjae used his free arm to hold him in place. Donghae, flushed and panting with tear tracks on his face, breathed out a low “fuck” into Hyukjae’s mouth and kissed him back fiercely, teeth clashing in the midst of fervor. Hyukjae could feel a sticky patch forming around his hand between Donghae’s legs.
“Eunhyuk? Donghae?” a woman’s voice floated from outside the changing room. “Are you two finished changing? We’ll be starting soon.”
Hyukjae tore his mouth off from Donghae’s to yell, “yeah I’m just helping Donghae with his singlet, it won’t be long.”
“Alright, one last minute.”
After the footsteps faded Hyukjae turned back to Donghae, who was staring curiously at his crotch. “How come you don’t have a boner?”
“Because I’m smarter and I took care of it before I changed,” Hyukjae replied, internally laughing at the other’s wide-eyed response. “Now what are you going to do with that mess?”
“Fuck, I don’t know, should’ve taken it off or something.”
“And put it back on again? The show will be over by then.” Hyukjae opened the door of the changing room and walked over to the mirror. “Wow, my hair is still intact.”
“No one fucking cares about your hair,” Donghae growled, walking out of the changing room. “Do me a favor and turn around, will you?”
“Why?”
“Because……your…..” Donghae motioned something with his hands. “…..distracting.”
Hyukjae stared at him through the reflection of the mirror with his eyebrows raised. Then he burst out laughing. “Raging hormones huh, Donghae?”
Donghae blinked. “What?” Following Hyukjae’s finger with his eyes, he looked down and realized he was hard again. He grabbed a towel on a cupboard and tied it around his waist.
“Damn it, that’s why I told you to turn around.”
Hyukjae hesitated. “Oh my god, did my ass cause all this? I fucking love spandex.”
Donghae groaned. “What do I do now?”
“I’d like to continue, but we’ve no time.”
“Should I get someone to take my place?”
Luckily the set had another singlet and the crew believed Hyukjae’s excuse that Donghae wasn’t feeling well. And so Shindong became Hyukjae’s partner for his wrestling skit.
A/N: .................. i blame this all on SNL for making me write my first smut fic
Pairing: Eunhae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, warning for swearing
Summary: the original partner for eunhyuk's wrestling skit wasnt shindong. things happen.
Hyukjae checked himself in the full body mirror in the empty bathroom behind the set, looking down at his blue wrestling singlet and fixing his hair for the last time.
“Wow, you look good.”
He turned around to see Donghae in an identical outfit, but in red.
“Could say the same for yourself,” Hyukjae grinned as he walked towards the other whose mouth was slightly ajar. Something caught his eye.
“Um, Hyuk, my eyes are up here.”
“But I’m finding something much more interesting down here…..” Hyukjae took another step forward, “you have a boner Haehae,” he said almost gleefully.
“Oh shit,” Donghae hurriedly covered his crotch with his hands. “It’s your fault this is happening.” Hyukjae knew he was talking about choosing him for a partner.
“What? Mine? I guess I can agree, I look pretty good in this. They’re really tight, aren’t they?” Hyukjae pulled at his shoulder strap seductively.
“Fuck, Hyukjae, stop,” Donghae groaned.
“It’s too late now, do you want to go out there with that in the way?” He licked his lips, smirking at a helpless Donghae and pressing him against the wall. The other sucked in a mouthful of air at the contact of the cold surface.
“Now let’s see how I can take care of this,” Hyukjae removed the hands placed between Donghae’s legs with his own, revealing a bulge swollen to much larger than before. He stared at it hungrily.
“Hm, how about we play a game? Rules are: you try to keep silent so we don’t get caught?”
Before Donghae could answer Hyukjae had already pushed him into one of the changing rooms and clicked the lock shut.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Donghae murmured, face buried in his hands as he backed against the wall again.
“What’s there not to believe?” Hyukjae’s breath ghosted over his neck and he quivered, the heat from Hyukjae’s breath taking over his body.
Knowing how sensitive Donghae was and humming an approval at his response, Hyukjae licked a circle on the other’s shoulder and traced his tongue down to his chest, lingering over a nipple and lazily continuing down over his abs. The feeling of Hyukjae’s warm tongue on the thin, skin-fitting singlet he was wearing made Donghae exhale in ragged breaths and tremble at the sensation. The jolts of pleasure swam south to his painfully needy erection. Mouth hanging agape, he pressed his back flat on the wall, mixing the cold from the smooth surface with the heat in his body as he mouthed “Hyukjae, Hyukjae” again and again.
“The spandex doing it for you?” Hyukjae chuckled darkly, looking up at Donghae whose skin shone in perspiration, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
“Ngh,” was all Donghae could utter, throwing his head back as Hyukjae palmed his erection.
“You’re this hard already and the game hasn’t even fully started yet,” Hyukjae shook his head in mock disapproval, giving Donghae a hard squeeze, earning a choked moan from above.
He ran his lips around the outline of Donghae’s member, placing soft, wet kisses here and there. Proceeding to lick a long trail from the bottom of the shaft to the head in an agonizingly slow manner, he looked up to see Donghae trying to stifle a moan with the palm of his hand, eyes unfocused and lidded. Hyukjae could taste the dampness of precum on the fabric and he licked his lips, gloating at how Donghae was staring at him, so entranced and lustful at the same time. He reached up with one hand and slid two fingers into the other’s mouth, Donghae taking them in almost too eagerly, tongue swirling around them. Smirking at the sight, Hyukjae attached his lips onto the outline of his member and sucked, ravishing the hard length with his mouth. Donghae’s knees were trembling as he let out high pitched mewls past rosy lips slick with saliva. Hyukjae’s fingers were forgotten as they dragged down from his lips, leaving wet trails down his chin. Hyukjae stopped his ministrations and the other whined in protest.
“Donghae, what was the rule again?”
The other nodded desperately, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Hyukjae patted his cheek.
“Good boy,” he murmured, pressing his tongue against Donghae’s length and curling around it. By the way Donghae was shaking and how his body was stiffening Hyukjae knew he was close.
“Are you coming, Donghae?” Hyukjae’s fingers danced lightly over his abs and rubbed a stiff nipple teasingly. “We haven’t even undressed yet.” Wrapping a hand around Donghae’s throbbing member, he gave it a tug and massaged the underside with his thumb, drawing out a long throaty moan. The rules were forgotten, the desire clouding both men's minds as Hyukjae twisted his fist for the last time before he stood up and swallowed Donghae’s scream, tasting the inside of his mouth and pumping out his orgasm.
The other’s body slackened and Hyukjae used his free arm to hold him in place. Donghae, flushed and panting with tear tracks on his face, breathed out a low “fuck” into Hyukjae’s mouth and kissed him back fiercely, teeth clashing in the midst of fervor. Hyukjae could feel a sticky patch forming around his hand between Donghae’s legs.
“Eunhyuk? Donghae?” a woman’s voice floated from outside the changing room. “Are you two finished changing? We’ll be starting soon.”
Hyukjae tore his mouth off from Donghae’s to yell, “yeah I’m just helping Donghae with his singlet, it won’t be long.”
“Alright, one last minute.”
After the footsteps faded Hyukjae turned back to Donghae, who was staring curiously at his crotch. “How come you don’t have a boner?”
“Because I’m smarter and I took care of it before I changed,” Hyukjae replied, internally laughing at the other’s wide-eyed response. “Now what are you going to do with that mess?”
“Fuck, I don’t know, should’ve taken it off or something.”
“And put it back on again? The show will be over by then.” Hyukjae opened the door of the changing room and walked over to the mirror. “Wow, my hair is still intact.”
“No one fucking cares about your hair,” Donghae growled, walking out of the changing room. “Do me a favor and turn around, will you?”
“Why?”
“Because……your…..” Donghae motioned something with his hands. “…..distracting.”
Hyukjae stared at him through the reflection of the mirror with his eyebrows raised. Then he burst out laughing. “Raging hormones huh, Donghae?”
Donghae blinked. “What?” Following Hyukjae’s finger with his eyes, he looked down and realized he was hard again. He grabbed a towel on a cupboard and tied it around his waist.
“Damn it, that’s why I told you to turn around.”
Hyukjae hesitated. “Oh my god, did my ass cause all this? I fucking love spandex.”
Donghae groaned. “What do I do now?”
“I’d like to continue, but we’ve no time.”
“Should I get someone to take my place?”
Luckily the set had another singlet and the crew believed Hyukjae’s excuse that Donghae wasn’t feeling well. And so Shindong became Hyukjae’s partner for his wrestling skit.
A/N: .................. i blame this all on SNL for making me write my first smut fic