009. Coffee, Eunhyuk/Donghae
[009] Coffee (11/100)
Eunhyuk/Donghae, Romance/stripper!au, NC-17 (pwp explicit sex), 1838 words, Archive
A/N: ... For catskilt and enabled by rodiy. I'm sorry for the... lack of skill.
"Donghae, what are you doing?"
Donghae turns in his bar stool to face Eunhyuk and quickly schools his expression from shocked to pleasantly surprised.
"Waiting for you," he replies.
Eunhyuk frowns. "You know I don't get off 'til morning."
"How about I help you get off now?"
Eunhyuk looks away, his face turning red. For someone of his profession, he gets shy so easily; Donghae can't help laughing.
"Hey," he continues, eyeing the scarce costume bottom lined with snaps. He refrains from pulling off the front piece off right there. "Stop being shy. You flaunt your goods for a living."
"No, I'm--I--I'm a... professional dancer," Eunhyuk says, keeping his voice low, "So shut up."
He'll call it what he wants.
"Keep me company," Donghae says, matching his petulance. Petulance, because Eunhyuk isn't angry, and even if he is, it's as threatening as salt. Gets in the wrong place, could sting, but most the time just ends up a smattering in his hair easily dusted off. Or melts in his mouth. Maybe more like sugar.
"I have the stage next, I can't, I--"
"After, then," Donghae smiles.
Eunhyuk looks worried as he walks off, but Eunhyuk always looks worried when Donghae comes.
Okay, not always. Donghae sets aside that thought for later.
The next set starts with a deep synth beat, lights low, when a bright spotlight flashes as dark red curtains roll open to unveil a man standing in a standard charcoal waistcoat and slacks. No shirt under his waistcoat, and in all likelihood, nothing under his pants either.
For a guy as awkward as that, a guy that could trip over himself if he wasn't careful, on stage, every movement becomes an art, every detail precise, every mistake concealed, perfect in its imperfection.
There is no doubt all eyes are on Eunhyuk the moment light falls on his frame, a body slight yet solid. It's pride that turns up the corners of Donghae's lips because anyone can see the definition of Eunhyuk's stomach, and the trail peeking out, heading south to an apparent bulge at the crotch. Because there is intention in every swing, every motion. Because the intention, the end goal, is to have Donghae wanting. Something about exhibitionism, putting himself on display gets Eunhyuk up like nothing else can. Up, like the dark stare reserved for the ceiling when Donghae sucks him off. Again, for later.
For now, Eunhyuk's hips tempt him with slow waves, like thrusts, and in one lightning yank, the pants with cleverly obscure snaps are off and Donghae finds he was wrong. Eunhyuk has a pair of black boxer briefs on underneath. Snug, and leaving nearly nothing to imagination.
The lights can't turn down soon enough. He already feels that low burn in his pelvis when Eunhyuk comes back out, unfortunately re-clothed.
Donghae wears a smile as a truce like he wears his fine leather jacket. If the music wasn't so loud and bass heavy, interlaced with rhythmic noises that could pass as moaning, he'd hear the distinct rustle of his sleeves against his sides when Eunhyuk pulls him by the arm and leads him through a dimly lit hallway to a dark room, illuminated only by the karaoke selection menu on a television monitor.
Eunhyuk locks the door.
The harsh filter of colors from the screen makes Eunhyuk's eyeliner prominently perceived. Sharp. And every angle, every jut of bone is visible as a shadow plays along the edges of his face. Donghae forgets to take a breath as Eunhyuk slides his jacket off for him, and tugs his shirt to bare his shoulder.
Eunhyuk brushes his lips against him and it's so soft that his skin jumps. "Kiss me like you mean it. Where it counts," he says, demanding, but withholding.
Donghae leans over to take the advice. Their tongues tangle, and Donghae hurries at the buttons that line Eunhyuk's vest, too many, until it falls open and Donghae pushes it aside to reveal a trail of hair growing down well-toned muscle. He wants to smile, he feels it stretching his cheeks, as he gets on his knees, hands sliding all along Eunhyuk's chest and waist and the edge of his pants. Different pants than the ones on stage. No snaps.
Was that supposed to be a challenge? he thinks.
Eunhyuk looks down at him, mouth parted with a sheen of their mixed saliva making it glimmer. His legs are trembling.
"Sit down," Donghae suggests, and moves with Eunhyuk to the couch behind him. Eunhyuk lets Donghae spread his legs and watches as he settles between them, carefully undoing his fly.
Donghae smirks and glances up at him when he sees he should've amended his earlier guess. Nothing underneath for him.
It grows with a touch, first a finger tracing, and then his hand grabbing the shaft and moving up and down, up and down, slowly. When Eunhyuk moans, Donghae stops; he feels a heady power in the sound.
"It's not wet enough," he grins, bending forward.
He licks the tip and Eunhyuk's hips twitch. He sucks at the head, his mouth, slowly, firmly, takes more and more in until his lips envelope the base. Donghae draws Eunhyuk up with the back of his throat, and with every deft swath of tongue, Eunhyuk grows harder, moans louder, and his fingers tangle further into Donghae's hair.
"Ngh--Donghae," he gasps when Donghae's mouth leaves him. He throws his head back, contorting his face in pure pleasure and agony as Donghae instead makes a small popping sound with every light kiss along the length of him. "Donghae... I... I need... M-more."
Donghae pushes himself up to lay kisses on his neck, sucking lightly right under his ear before shifting, thumb skimming past a bare nipple. "Me," he puffs against Eunhyuk's ear and stands up tall, undoing his fly and pulling the elastic of his briefs over his cock. There's a draft in the room, but his awareness of it is short-lived as Eunhyuk wraps his warm wet mouth around him with little warning, mimicking Donghae's movements from before, only better because Eunhyuk's hands are pulling down his jeans and sneaking into his underwear to rub slow small circles under his cock. No matter what he does, no matter how badly or expertly he does this, Eunhyuk always makes him feel like he's being enjoyed, savored. Like he's being loved.
Donghae's eyes flutter closed and he steps to move his legs farther apart, allowing Eunhyuk better access to where he wants to feel his long and delicate fingers. "Hyukkie," he cries, biting his lip, "I want to see."
"Take... Take off your clothes," Eunhyuk says, and proceeds to help pull off Donghae's shoes, pants and briefs for him, shedding his own pants in the process.
The only left between them is his shirt and he sheds it roughly, throwing it against the floor. Donghae slips his arms under Eunhyuk's open vest and around his waist, pressing their stomachs together.
Eunhyuk's skin is hot and tacky with dried sweat, his lips chapped, but his tongue is smooth enough in Donghae's mouth, probing for and getting a moan, while one of Donghae's hands rubs his ass in slow kneading motions and the other pumps his cock with maybe too much enthusiasm because suddenly, Donghae is pushed back bottom first onto the couch.
"Hey! What--" But Donghae pauses, seeing Eunhyuk rummaging through his pant's pocket to take out a tube, and then smirks. "Already?"
"Break is fifteen minutes. Make the most of it," he pants. "You or me?"
A shudder runs through his shoulders, and ends with a numb throb in his balls. Donghae knows the question as intimately as he knows Eunhyuk. He only hears it when there's only one answer. "You in me," he huffs, and Eunhyuk is already straddling him, fumbling at the cap and squeezing the contents liberally on his fingers and at Donghae's opening.
It gets on the couch, a nice dollop seeping under his back. It warms against his skin, and then inside him as he gives to the press of Eunhyuk's finger.
Hot. It gets hotter with every glide in and out and in and pull while Eunhyuk's lips mouth worship to his chest, tongue swirling against his nipple and a hand petting his side.
Fingers flex and Donghae's hips buck of their own accord and he grunts loud enough to shout. Eunhyuk pitches up and shushes him against the corner of his mouth and Donghae feels a pulsing emptiness when those deft fingers leave him, quickly replaced by a hot throb at his entrance.
"NGH--ahh," Eunhyuk moans. Donghae's legs and arms hug him closer, raising his hips to help him shift deeper. Eunhyuk nudges, rushing but gentle, until Donghae feels the head reach exactly where he wants it.
"H-Hyukkie, th-there," he trembles and Eunhyuk moves against him, heaving against Donghae's neck and ear, a gradual thrust. Careful, even with the clock ticking. Donghae sees small white bursts at each deliberate pause, feeling the head of Eunhyuk's cock shoving against him, hard and hot. "Hyuk, I can't..." He can't breathe. His own cock rubs heated against Eunhyuk's firm stomach, a burning pleasure he can't contain, he can't and comes first. He whimpers at the slick rhythm riding in him, a perfect and glorious waltz as he clenches with the euphoria of it.
"A-Almost," Eunhyuk whispers, anxiety muffled in Donghae's neck, licking the skin there. "A little more a little more please a little-hold--Nghah-ah--!" Eunhyuk abruptly cries and pulls out, shaking in his own release and clutching Donghae at his sides.
It's a mess, they're a mess and Donghae's mind goes blank. He only wants to roll over and huddle and bathe in their act of intimacy, but Eunhyuk slips out of his arms, quivering on his feet. He pads over to the small cabinet for a bar towel and throws one to him. It hits Donghae square in the face and he tugs it off to watch Eunhyuk wipe himself down and don the discarded clothing from before. He doesn't move, only sitting up when Eunhyuk fastens the last button of his waistcoat.
Donghae puts on a light smile. "When's quitting time?"
Eunhyuk is already walking toward the door, but he stops.
"Four."
He can't control his own eyes when they fall into a frown, feels his forehead creasing, maybe in disappointment, maybe in knowing, but his smile remains. "Let's get coffee then."
Eunhyuk turns and his gaze is something like uncertainty. Donghae doesn't drink coffee usually. Neither does Eunhyuk.
It's the same old song and dance. It's the same here and there. Donghae sees it in his eyes, darker every time he looks; the shadows play about long lashes mimicking the thoughts playing along his expression. Agree, but don't. Give in, but never all the way.
"I'll call you when I'm done," he says, "Let's go have noodles instead," and leaves Donghae where he is.
It's another small victory, another step. Another reason to want more.
The door closes swiftly and a draft picks up, cooling his wet skin. As Donghae cleans himself up, holding on to the feeling of Eunhyuk's skin against his, a smirk remains.
-
There isn't much of Hyuk being a stripper here. There isn't even much of a plot. Shit, I'm so sorry this turned out so lame. Therefore I... don't think there'll be a sequel, but imagine that they have noodles and sex later. ... /cries
Eunhyuk/Donghae, Romance/stripper!au, NC-17 (pwp explicit sex), 1838 words, Archive
A/N: ... For catskilt and enabled by rodiy. I'm sorry for the... lack of skill.
"Donghae, what are you doing?"
Donghae turns in his bar stool to face Eunhyuk and quickly schools his expression from shocked to pleasantly surprised.
"Waiting for you," he replies.
Eunhyuk frowns. "You know I don't get off 'til morning."
"How about I help you get off now?"
Eunhyuk looks away, his face turning red. For someone of his profession, he gets shy so easily; Donghae can't help laughing.
"Hey," he continues, eyeing the scarce costume bottom lined with snaps. He refrains from pulling off the front piece off right there. "Stop being shy. You flaunt your goods for a living."
"No, I'm--I--I'm a... professional dancer," Eunhyuk says, keeping his voice low, "So shut up."
He'll call it what he wants.
"Keep me company," Donghae says, matching his petulance. Petulance, because Eunhyuk isn't angry, and even if he is, it's as threatening as salt. Gets in the wrong place, could sting, but most the time just ends up a smattering in his hair easily dusted off. Or melts in his mouth. Maybe more like sugar.
"I have the stage next, I can't, I--"
"After, then," Donghae smiles.
Eunhyuk looks worried as he walks off, but Eunhyuk always looks worried when Donghae comes.
Okay, not always. Donghae sets aside that thought for later.
The next set starts with a deep synth beat, lights low, when a bright spotlight flashes as dark red curtains roll open to unveil a man standing in a standard charcoal waistcoat and slacks. No shirt under his waistcoat, and in all likelihood, nothing under his pants either.
For a guy as awkward as that, a guy that could trip over himself if he wasn't careful, on stage, every movement becomes an art, every detail precise, every mistake concealed, perfect in its imperfection.
There is no doubt all eyes are on Eunhyuk the moment light falls on his frame, a body slight yet solid. It's pride that turns up the corners of Donghae's lips because anyone can see the definition of Eunhyuk's stomach, and the trail peeking out, heading south to an apparent bulge at the crotch. Because there is intention in every swing, every motion. Because the intention, the end goal, is to have Donghae wanting. Something about exhibitionism, putting himself on display gets Eunhyuk up like nothing else can. Up, like the dark stare reserved for the ceiling when Donghae sucks him off. Again, for later.
For now, Eunhyuk's hips tempt him with slow waves, like thrusts, and in one lightning yank, the pants with cleverly obscure snaps are off and Donghae finds he was wrong. Eunhyuk has a pair of black boxer briefs on underneath. Snug, and leaving nearly nothing to imagination.
The lights can't turn down soon enough. He already feels that low burn in his pelvis when Eunhyuk comes back out, unfortunately re-clothed.
Donghae wears a smile as a truce like he wears his fine leather jacket. If the music wasn't so loud and bass heavy, interlaced with rhythmic noises that could pass as moaning, he'd hear the distinct rustle of his sleeves against his sides when Eunhyuk pulls him by the arm and leads him through a dimly lit hallway to a dark room, illuminated only by the karaoke selection menu on a television monitor.
Eunhyuk locks the door.
The harsh filter of colors from the screen makes Eunhyuk's eyeliner prominently perceived. Sharp. And every angle, every jut of bone is visible as a shadow plays along the edges of his face. Donghae forgets to take a breath as Eunhyuk slides his jacket off for him, and tugs his shirt to bare his shoulder.
Eunhyuk brushes his lips against him and it's so soft that his skin jumps. "Kiss me like you mean it. Where it counts," he says, demanding, but withholding.
Donghae leans over to take the advice. Their tongues tangle, and Donghae hurries at the buttons that line Eunhyuk's vest, too many, until it falls open and Donghae pushes it aside to reveal a trail of hair growing down well-toned muscle. He wants to smile, he feels it stretching his cheeks, as he gets on his knees, hands sliding all along Eunhyuk's chest and waist and the edge of his pants. Different pants than the ones on stage. No snaps.
Was that supposed to be a challenge? he thinks.
Eunhyuk looks down at him, mouth parted with a sheen of their mixed saliva making it glimmer. His legs are trembling.
"Sit down," Donghae suggests, and moves with Eunhyuk to the couch behind him. Eunhyuk lets Donghae spread his legs and watches as he settles between them, carefully undoing his fly.
Donghae smirks and glances up at him when he sees he should've amended his earlier guess. Nothing underneath for him.
It grows with a touch, first a finger tracing, and then his hand grabbing the shaft and moving up and down, up and down, slowly. When Eunhyuk moans, Donghae stops; he feels a heady power in the sound.
"It's not wet enough," he grins, bending forward.
He licks the tip and Eunhyuk's hips twitch. He sucks at the head, his mouth, slowly, firmly, takes more and more in until his lips envelope the base. Donghae draws Eunhyuk up with the back of his throat, and with every deft swath of tongue, Eunhyuk grows harder, moans louder, and his fingers tangle further into Donghae's hair.
"Ngh--Donghae," he gasps when Donghae's mouth leaves him. He throws his head back, contorting his face in pure pleasure and agony as Donghae instead makes a small popping sound with every light kiss along the length of him. "Donghae... I... I need... M-more."
Donghae pushes himself up to lay kisses on his neck, sucking lightly right under his ear before shifting, thumb skimming past a bare nipple. "Me," he puffs against Eunhyuk's ear and stands up tall, undoing his fly and pulling the elastic of his briefs over his cock. There's a draft in the room, but his awareness of it is short-lived as Eunhyuk wraps his warm wet mouth around him with little warning, mimicking Donghae's movements from before, only better because Eunhyuk's hands are pulling down his jeans and sneaking into his underwear to rub slow small circles under his cock. No matter what he does, no matter how badly or expertly he does this, Eunhyuk always makes him feel like he's being enjoyed, savored. Like he's being loved.
Donghae's eyes flutter closed and he steps to move his legs farther apart, allowing Eunhyuk better access to where he wants to feel his long and delicate fingers. "Hyukkie," he cries, biting his lip, "I want to see."
"Take... Take off your clothes," Eunhyuk says, and proceeds to help pull off Donghae's shoes, pants and briefs for him, shedding his own pants in the process.
The only left between them is his shirt and he sheds it roughly, throwing it against the floor. Donghae slips his arms under Eunhyuk's open vest and around his waist, pressing their stomachs together.
Eunhyuk's skin is hot and tacky with dried sweat, his lips chapped, but his tongue is smooth enough in Donghae's mouth, probing for and getting a moan, while one of Donghae's hands rubs his ass in slow kneading motions and the other pumps his cock with maybe too much enthusiasm because suddenly, Donghae is pushed back bottom first onto the couch.
"Hey! What--" But Donghae pauses, seeing Eunhyuk rummaging through his pant's pocket to take out a tube, and then smirks. "Already?"
"Break is fifteen minutes. Make the most of it," he pants. "You or me?"
A shudder runs through his shoulders, and ends with a numb throb in his balls. Donghae knows the question as intimately as he knows Eunhyuk. He only hears it when there's only one answer. "You in me," he huffs, and Eunhyuk is already straddling him, fumbling at the cap and squeezing the contents liberally on his fingers and at Donghae's opening.
It gets on the couch, a nice dollop seeping under his back. It warms against his skin, and then inside him as he gives to the press of Eunhyuk's finger.
Hot. It gets hotter with every glide in and out and in and pull while Eunhyuk's lips mouth worship to his chest, tongue swirling against his nipple and a hand petting his side.
Fingers flex and Donghae's hips buck of their own accord and he grunts loud enough to shout. Eunhyuk pitches up and shushes him against the corner of his mouth and Donghae feels a pulsing emptiness when those deft fingers leave him, quickly replaced by a hot throb at his entrance.
"NGH--ahh," Eunhyuk moans. Donghae's legs and arms hug him closer, raising his hips to help him shift deeper. Eunhyuk nudges, rushing but gentle, until Donghae feels the head reach exactly where he wants it.
"H-Hyukkie, th-there," he trembles and Eunhyuk moves against him, heaving against Donghae's neck and ear, a gradual thrust. Careful, even with the clock ticking. Donghae sees small white bursts at each deliberate pause, feeling the head of Eunhyuk's cock shoving against him, hard and hot. "Hyuk, I can't..." He can't breathe. His own cock rubs heated against Eunhyuk's firm stomach, a burning pleasure he can't contain, he can't and comes first. He whimpers at the slick rhythm riding in him, a perfect and glorious waltz as he clenches with the euphoria of it.
"A-Almost," Eunhyuk whispers, anxiety muffled in Donghae's neck, licking the skin there. "A little more a little more please a little-hold--Nghah-ah--!" Eunhyuk abruptly cries and pulls out, shaking in his own release and clutching Donghae at his sides.
It's a mess, they're a mess and Donghae's mind goes blank. He only wants to roll over and huddle and bathe in their act of intimacy, but Eunhyuk slips out of his arms, quivering on his feet. He pads over to the small cabinet for a bar towel and throws one to him. It hits Donghae square in the face and he tugs it off to watch Eunhyuk wipe himself down and don the discarded clothing from before. He doesn't move, only sitting up when Eunhyuk fastens the last button of his waistcoat.
Donghae puts on a light smile. "When's quitting time?"
Eunhyuk is already walking toward the door, but he stops.
"Four."
He can't control his own eyes when they fall into a frown, feels his forehead creasing, maybe in disappointment, maybe in knowing, but his smile remains. "Let's get coffee then."
Eunhyuk turns and his gaze is something like uncertainty. Donghae doesn't drink coffee usually. Neither does Eunhyuk.
It's the same old song and dance. It's the same here and there. Donghae sees it in his eyes, darker every time he looks; the shadows play about long lashes mimicking the thoughts playing along his expression. Agree, but don't. Give in, but never all the way.
"I'll call you when I'm done," he says, "Let's go have noodles instead," and leaves Donghae where he is.
It's another small victory, another step. Another reason to want more.
The door closes swiftly and a draft picks up, cooling his wet skin. As Donghae cleans himself up, holding on to the feeling of Eunhyuk's skin against his, a smirk remains.
-
There isn't much of Hyuk being a stripper here. There isn't even much of a plot. Shit, I'm so sorry this turned out so lame. Therefore I... don't think there'll be a sequel, but imagine that they have noodles and sex later. ... /cries