Eli / Dongho: The Many Shin Donghos
Title: The Many Shin Donghos
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Eli / Dongho
Warnings: Sex
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: I do not own U-KISS.
There were many Donghos. Yes, many guys named Dongho, obviously, but also many U-KISS' Shin Donghos. Many of the one person. Sounds crazy, eh? Well it's true. There were many Shin Donghos, and a certain Kim Kyungjae didn't like all of them.
First of all, there was the adorable maknae Dongho. Eli didn't like the adorable Dongho. The adorable Dongho got whatever he wanted by simply batting his eyelashes and pouting a little, and had Kevin wrapped around his little finger completely. So completely that once when he had wanted strawberry milk and there was none he had started wailing for Kevin, and the ever-protective hyung had bolted out of his room with his hair messed, fly open and one sock on. Eli was pretty sure Dongho's little fit had interrupted something, since when he peeked out of his room he was met with the sight of a very shirtless Kiseop stomping angrily towards the kitchen with a very sizeable bulge in his already opened jeans.
The adorable Dongho also wore dresses in stupid variety shows, danced to even stupider girl group dances, and spent hours after their regular practice together with Kevin in the practice room perfecting the cute smile and the way their hips moved. Eli was almost completely sure Kiseop didn't like adorable Dongho either.
Then there was the bossy Dongho. Whenever off camera and out of Kevin's sight Dongho would boss his hyungs around, drop honorifics if he was on a bad mood, and flip AJ off behind his back. Eli actually found this kinda funny sometimes (when it wasn't him the maknae tried to boss around), and absolutely hilarious whenever Soohyun tried to scold him, but being the nicest leader ever and extremely fond of the rude maknae it always ended up with Dongho winning the argument and Kiseop throwing a fit because poor Soohyun couldn't control the little bitch and he was sex-deprived. Eli's favourite was the time when Kiseop actually demanded Soohyun to blow him because it was totally the leader's fault that Dongho was stealing Kevin away from him. The conversation ended with Soohyun bolting out of the kitchen with a terrified expression and locking himself in his room for three hours.
There was also the morning Dongho. Morning Dongho was actually pretty cute, though Eli would never admit it. He was a bitch to wake up - which was why it was always either Kevin or Soohyun waking him up, since the others would lose their nerves - but once he got up he was totally different than the usual bitchface, with the gigantic t-shirt he slept in, hair mussed and eyelids drooping with sleep as he asked one of his hyungs for coffee. Those were the moments when Eli remembered how young the kid actually was, and he would smile fondly behind his coffee mug, because seriously, no matter how big of a dick the maknae could be the members loved him unconditionally.
Besides all the Donghos mentioned above, there was also the happy Dongho. This was the Dongho Eli probably liked the best. This was the Dongho that came out when they were on the beach, or playing something, or Kevin got him strawberry milk as a surprise, or Soohyun brought him ice cream (seriously, those two should stop spoiling the kid), or Kiseop praised him after a dance practice. Happy Dongho watched movies with his hyungs and tugged Eli's sleeve, then shyly asked if he would play PlayStation with him. Eli really liked happy Dongho. He wanted to hug that Dongho and never let go. Another thing Eli would never admit.
And then there was the sexy Dongho. Eli hated that one. He hated sexy Dongho with burning passion, trying to avoid even looking at him if it was possible. And why he hated him so much?
Because he wanted him so bad it nearly hurt.
Sexy Dongho stared at the mirrors as they danced, holding his head up high, sexy Dongho ran his hand through his slightly sweaty black hair, sexy Dongho smirked and scowled and did whatever it took to make the fans squeal and noonas cry because they were going to end up in prison if they ever touched him.
There were times when Eli wished he could cry too because it was so damn frustrating, and he had to work with Dongho every single day. They lived in the same damn apartment. Eli wanted to scream and tear his hair out of his head and hit the fucking wall after practice. He had thought Man Man Ha Ni was bad, with the goddamn chorus and Dongho looking so fucking sexy it was illegal. He had thought Shut Up was bad, with Dongho rapping huskily and calling himself oppa and that damn part where he would touch Kibum's face made Eli want to scream in jealousy and throw Kibum to the Han River. (And seriously, he'd much rather have Dongho caressing his cheek than Xander grabbing his ass, with all love to the older rapper. The humiliation still hadn't quite subsided.)
Yeah, he thought those were bad.
Then along came Doradora.
Doradora was sex. Heavy beat, autotune, fast chorus. He thought the song was great. He thought the dance for the chorus was great, and made sure to congratulate Kiseop over and over again. And then he saw the rest of the chorus.
'Well, fuck me sideways' was pretty close to his thought at the time.
Bodyrolls. Bodyrolls. More bodyrolls. He wanted to cry. All bodyrolls, and of course Dongho had to be in the fucking centre of everything and Eli wanted to flip a table and throw their choreographer out of the window while loving him to bits, because seriously, watching Dongho dance was good usually, but now even better, but at the same time it meant dealing with at least one case of a boner every single day.
The worst thing?
The kid was legal.
He had kept repeating "he's a child, he's a child, Ellison you are not a pedophile" like a mantra for three years, but now the boy was legal and the law wasn't stopping him anymore. And he couldn't find reasons to not throw the kid on a bed and finally find out if he his fantasies had been right.
The tried every single reason he could come up with. For example, the press could find out. Find out? His mind answered, and reminded him about Kevin and Kiseop. Then, Dongho may not be gay, to which his mind simply told him to watch that Magic Girl performance with the annoying squeaky maknae of INFINITE and the ridiculously muscled maknae of ZE:A again. Then, Dongho may not like him. His mind simply shrugged and said "too bad". His last weak try was "Kevin will kill me if he finds out I corrupted his baby", to which his mind simply sneered.
Eli was having serious trouble and seriously, his dick wasn't helping, and neither were the promotions. To his delight they moved on from Doradora to Believe, which definitely wasn't sexy, but it didn't make the images disappear from his mind, especially when they still trained in the sweaty practice room every day to go through their dances so they wouldn't forget them.
To make the matters worse Kevin and Dongho had a habit of going through a few girl group dances when everyone else was taking a break, and of course while Hoon and AJ went to get something to eat Eli and Kiseop always stayed in the room, watching. And Soohyun. But the rapper was pretty sure the leader had much more innocent reasons to stay than neither of the other two. (Once AJ suggested they dance Not Young instead of Bad Girl Good Girl since it was obviously much sexier. He didn't have time to dodge the shoe Kevin flung at him.)
Needless to say, Eli was desperate, and it wasn't like he could talk about it to anyone. Kevin would murder him, Soohyun would get him a restricting order, Kiseop would laugh his head off, and AJ and Hoon were still under the expression that he was straight.
And then, on that one faithful night, he was reading on the couch when Soohyun came to wish him good night. He smiled at the leader and nodded, adjusting his glasses on his nose, and running a hand through his short blond hair. It had been a while since he had read a novel written in english, so it was a little slow.
After all of the members had gone to sleep Eli sighed and set the book down. It was late, and they had a schedule the next day, so he figured it was best to simply go get a glass of water and go to bed.
What he didn't expect was to find Dongho standing in front of the fridge. In a wife beater. A black fucking wife beater that let his fairly muscled arms show in all of their glory, wide neckline reaching way under his collarbones. And the boy had no pants on, simply black boxers.
They stared at each other, both of them looking like deers caught in headlights, Eli with a lump forming in his throat, desperately trying to force dirty thoughts of their maknae out of his head, and Dongho with his hand still half inside the refrigerator, looking like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't be doing.
"Dongho-ya" Eli forced out, trying to swallow the lump. "I thought you went to bed already."
Dongho glanced around himself, and smiled sheepishly. "I, uh... I did. But I couldn't sleep. I wanted something, so uh, I, I got it, and... Now I'll go back to bed. Good night!"
He was about to close the door of the fridge, but Eli was suddenly very suspicious. Something smelled fishy. "Dongho-ya" he called, leaning to the door frame. "What exactly did you come to get? And don't even think about using aegyo on me or I'll hide Hoon's practice socks in your pillow case."
Dongho froze, and sighed. Guiltily he pulled his hand out of the fridge and closed its door, showing the thing he was holding, looking extremely embarrassed.
Eli's eyes widened. "...strawberries."
Dongho pouted. "I really wanted strawberries, okay? I don't know why, I just did! Please don't tell Kevin-hyung, he'll nag at me for an hour for being up at this time of the night."
Eli chuckled, and walked closer to get the glass of water he had come to get. "I won't. Seriously, he should stop treating you as a kid, you're not fifteen anymore."
Dongho rolled his eyes. "Finally someone has noticed."
As Eli laughed and reached for the glass he was pretty sure the night had gone well and he could go to sleep without thinking of their youngest writhing and panting pressed into his mattress.
All of his hopes were crushed though as he glanced at the black-haired boy and was about to drop the glass straight away.
Dongho had the strawberry against his mouth, lips slightly red and glistening with the berry's juice, eyes closed as he let out a content hum. One of his biceps was slightly flexing as he held the berry up, and the way the light illuminated his collar bones was... Yeah.
Eli swallowed. He seriously needed to get out of there, to the bathroom, yes, bathroom, a cold shower was exactly what he needed now, bathroom, bathroom, bathroo-
"Hyung?"
Fuck.
"Yes?" Eli glanced over his shoulder, back facing the younger in his pathetic attempt to hide the growing bulge in his pants. Dongho was tilting his head, sucking a drop of strawberry juice off his finger, looking at him questioningly. "What's the hurry?"
Eli chucked nervously. "Oh, nothing, I just, you know, need to go to bed- "
"You're turned on."
"Yea- what?"
Dongho smirked, and licked a line up his index finger, all the while staring into his hyung's eyes. Eli swallowed. "I don't know what- "
"Cut the crap Eli, I'm not stupid. Nor blind. Don't think I don't know what you running into the bathroom after half of the Doradora lives and staring at me means."
Eli scowled. "Where are your honorifics, brat? And I still don't know what you're talking about."
Dongho merely laughed. "Really? Then turn around so I can confirm you don't have boner right now. If you don't, I'll apologize and go to sleep nicely, and we'll never mention this again."
Fuck this kid.
Sighing, Eli turned around, one hand on his hip, and angry scowl on his features. "Fine. I have a boner. I was reading porn. Happy?"
Dongho chuckled and walked closer, his steps painfully slow, and Eli wanted nothing more than to throw him to the floor and have his way.
"You're not being honest with me" Dongho said in a sing-song voice, stopping right in front of Eli, tugging at his t-shirt's neckline with a finger. "I know for a fact that you weren't reading porn, you had no traces of that little friend of yours- "
"Little!" Eli exclaimed in horror.
"when you were reading, and don't interrupt me."
"You have a bad habit of forgetting manners, Dongho."
Dongho laughed, and smirked, leaning closer, and Eli could smell his breath, the strawberries and mint, most likely from brushing his teeth earlier, warm on his face, and his brain was doing cartwheels and his blood didn't seem to know which way to run.
"Then punish me, Ellison" he breathed, lips ghosting over Eli's, and Eli wondered when the kid got so tall.
"Dongho, don't do this to me- "
"I'm not doing anything to you, I want you to do something and that something is me."
Okay, well, Eli wasn't going to resists.
Grabbing the maknae's waist harshly Eli brought their mouths together, biting down on Dongho's lower lip immediately and pushing his tongue inside the boy's mouth. Dongho groaned, and tried to fist his hands in Eli's hair, only to growl in frustration when he realized it had been cut too short for him to grab it.
Eli grabbed Dongho's neck with one hand, spinning the boy around and pushing him against a wall. It felt so fucking good because this wasn't a kid he was kissing, this wasn't the adorable maknae of U-KISS, this was Dongho, and Dongho wasn't a child anymore, unsure in nothing he did, biting and licking at Eli's mouth in a way that made the blond wonder if he had had relationships behind their backs or if he was just a natural.
Dongho rolled his hips up against Eli's and the older rapper's mind did a weird flip, and he growled, slotting a leg between the maknae's thighs and grinding it upwards against his groin. Dongho let out a strangled sound, and fuck Eli was so hard and his jeans were so goddamn tight.
One of Eli's hands found its way under Dongho's shirt, and he traced the boy's stomach, sides, chest, pushing the wife beater up and enjoying the way Dongho gripped at his biceps, pressing and pushing against his mouth as they still kissed, tongues battling for dominance, none of them surrendering.
"Hyung" Dongho breathed against Eli's mouth as they finally pulled apart, and Eli couldn't take it anymore, and he dragged the boy to his room and locked the door. It took a millisecond for Dongho to claim his earlier spot, this time licking and biting at Eli's neck, and Eli growled, forcing himself to stay upright because seriously his legs apparently weren't trustworthy.
"Bed, bed, bed" he chanted, hastily pushing the boy off him and towards the bed. They fell on it, Eli on top of Dongho, a tangle of limbs and bodies and fingers tugging on shirts. "If you can't keep quiet" Eli hissed as the maknae pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor "I'm going to gag you, and I'm not joking."
Dongho smirked and chuckled, raising his hand so that Eli could let his shirt join the one already on the floor. "I just might scream then." His fingers worked Eli's belt open as the blond glared at him.
"Seriously Dongho, I don't want to have Kevin barging in through the door and castrating me for corrupting his baby."
"The door is locked though" Dongho murmured against Eli's neck, sucking and licking the skin gently, and Eli gasped as his jeans were opened. "Do you really think a door is going to stop Kevin if he hears you whining in here like a whore? Or worse, Soohyun."
Dongho stopped, and arched an eyebrow. "What makes you think I whine at all?"
Eli smirked. "I'll make you."
Dongho chuckled and pushed Eli's jeans off his hips, and watched as the rapper straightened himself on his knees to get the pants off him. "Your turn" Eli stated as he tossed the jeans and underwear on the floor, and grinned. "Put up a good show for hyung."
Obediently Eli fell on his back as Dongho pushed at his chest, and propped himself up on his elbows. Eyes glued to the boy he watched as Dongho swayed his hips slightly, pushing teasingly at the waistline of his jeans. Eli swallowed.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Dongho opened his belt, and popped the button, spreading his legs slightly to run his hands over his inner thighs and crotch. "Is this a good enough show" Dongho breathed, panted, his voice slightly high from the arousal "hyung?"
Eli groaned. He couldn't take this - couldn't take this boy and his moves, and suddenly he was very thankful to Kevin for practising all those girl group dances with the younger, since that kind of fluidity and sexiness didn't come from going through Man Man Ha Ni or Bingeul Bingeul.
Dongho kicked his jeans and boxers off and crawled on top of Eli, and the blond slid his hand to the younger's neck, caressing the skin and pulling the boy down to lock their lips in another heated kiss. He gently flipped them over, and rolled his hips down, loving the muffled moan that escaped Dongho's throat.
"You're ridiculously hot for a brat your age" Eli teased, nibbling along Dongho's jawline and rubbing his hip with his other hand. Dongho panted, arching his neck and softly clawing at Eli's shoulder blades, his legs winding around Eli's back to pull him downwards and press their erections together, making them both moan.
Eli tried to pull away, only making Dongho tighten his legs' hold on him and whine silently, and he chuckled, out of breath. "Lube" he muttered, and reached for the bedside drawer for the small bottle.
He uncapped the bottle, squeezing some of the liquid on his fingers, and turned to look at Dongho, gasping breathlessly at the sight. The maknae was sprawled on the bed, legs spread and hair messed, chest heaving with his heavy breaths, and it was beautiful, sinful, and so ridiculously sexy Eli didn't know how much prepping he would be able to handle. He still reminded himself that this was Dongho, their maknae, his dongsaeng, and he was supposed to take care of him, not give in to his selfish needs-
"Hyung, please."
...fuck.
Eli took a shuddering breath and crouched over the boy, pressing one of his fingers against Dongho's entrance, drawing a frustrated whine from him. He chuckled and kissed the younger rapper, pushing the finger inside at the same time.
He kept kissing Dongho as he prepped him, muffling the whines, moans and groans that his throat was pushing into his mouth, swallowing all of them as he opened him up. Dongho was running his fingers through Eli's short hair, clawing slightly at his scalp and neck, and fuck it felt so good.
Once he decided Dongho was ready he pulled the fingers out, using the rest of the lube on his fingers to coat his erection. He glanced at the maknae, and gripped his hip tight. "Bite your lip or something" he murmured, supporting himself on his other arm as he began to push in, not caring about the slightly pained noises Dongho was making at the back of his throat, head thrown back and lower lip caught between his teeth. He knew the pain would turn into pleasure soon enough.
"Breathe" Eli whispered, voice strained from the pressure around his cock. He pressed soft kisses against Dongho's neck and collarbones, gently massaging his hip as the boy tried to breathe and relax, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. Call Eli arrogant and bitchy, but he would never hurt his lover intentionally. That was just cruel.
"Eli" Dongho breathed. "Eli-hyung, move, please move." Eli smirked as Dongho grabbed his biceps, and pulled back, pushing gently back in, setting a calm pace for deep thrusts that left both of them panting and gasping. Dongho clawed at his skin, and Eli made a mental note to wear a shirt with sleeves the next day.
"Harder, hyung" Dongho grunted, eyes shut and lip swollen from biting into it and fuck if he wasn't the sexiest thing Eli had ever seen in his life. Taking a deep breath Eli complied, his thrusts growing harder, faster, their panting louder, Dongho's throaty little noises hoarser and more frequent until his back arched off the mattress and he couldn't help a strangled cry. Eli grinned. Bingo.
Now knowing where to aim Eli continued, holding Dongho in place as the maknae's body wrapped tighter around him, mouth pressed against his neck, breathing hot and irregular against his skin. He let his forehead lean against the boy's shoulder as their bodies rocked, eyes shut tight and lower lip between his teeth, and it felt so good, all of his fantasies coming true, the body he had craved for years now under him, moaning for him, because of things he did.
Dongho's body started to shudder, the grip of his thighs tightening around Eli's back, and Eli knew what was coming as he let go of Dongho's hip and slipped his hand between their bodies, wrapping long fingers around the younger rapper's cock. Dongho whined back arching, hips moving to meet his hyung's thrusts and hand and it took less than a minute and a few breathy moans of "hyung, hyung", a couple of touched-out "ahhs", before he was coming, body tensing and clenching around Eli and the blond followed, cursing in korean and english.
Eli held himself up with a shaky arm as he pulled out, completely satisfied and extremely confused, and slumped next to Dongho. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing, the heavy rise and fall of his chest and the slowly calming beating of his heart. He still couldn't believe Dongho had let him fuck him, had come onto him, had asked him to-
"Eli-hyung" a soft voice called next to him, and he cracked an eye to see Dongho propped up on his elbows, staring into nothingness in front of him. Eli answered with an incoherent "mmhrhm" kind of sound, deciding it was a good enough proof of him being awake and listening.
Dongho didn't move, but instead stuttered out: "do you... Do you like me, hyung?"
It took Eli a moment to process the question, but he chuckled once he understood the meaning. Lifting himself up to lean on one elbow he reached to cup Dongho's cheek with one hand, gently turning his head and smiling a lazy, amused smile. "Dongho-ya, if you want to ask me if I'll date you, then yeah, sure."
Dongho rolled his eyes. "So romantic" he muttered, but didn't resists as Eli pulled him into a gentle kiss. "I'm the epitome of romantic" Eli murmured, making Dongho chuckle, and reached to pick up a shirt from the floor to wipe them clean.
Fifteen minutes and a lot of cuddles and affectionate, snarky comments later both of the rappers were fast asleep, Eli's arm draped over Dongho's waist under the covers, a slight smile playing on the younger male's lips as he dreamed.
Eli might not like all of the Donghos, but he sure loved them all dearly.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Eli / Dongho
Warnings: Sex
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: I do not own U-KISS.
There were many Donghos. Yes, many guys named Dongho, obviously, but also many U-KISS' Shin Donghos. Many of the one person. Sounds crazy, eh? Well it's true. There were many Shin Donghos, and a certain Kim Kyungjae didn't like all of them.
First of all, there was the adorable maknae Dongho. Eli didn't like the adorable Dongho. The adorable Dongho got whatever he wanted by simply batting his eyelashes and pouting a little, and had Kevin wrapped around his little finger completely. So completely that once when he had wanted strawberry milk and there was none he had started wailing for Kevin, and the ever-protective hyung had bolted out of his room with his hair messed, fly open and one sock on. Eli was pretty sure Dongho's little fit had interrupted something, since when he peeked out of his room he was met with the sight of a very shirtless Kiseop stomping angrily towards the kitchen with a very sizeable bulge in his already opened jeans.
The adorable Dongho also wore dresses in stupid variety shows, danced to even stupider girl group dances, and spent hours after their regular practice together with Kevin in the practice room perfecting the cute smile and the way their hips moved. Eli was almost completely sure Kiseop didn't like adorable Dongho either.
Then there was the bossy Dongho. Whenever off camera and out of Kevin's sight Dongho would boss his hyungs around, drop honorifics if he was on a bad mood, and flip AJ off behind his back. Eli actually found this kinda funny sometimes (when it wasn't him the maknae tried to boss around), and absolutely hilarious whenever Soohyun tried to scold him, but being the nicest leader ever and extremely fond of the rude maknae it always ended up with Dongho winning the argument and Kiseop throwing a fit because poor Soohyun couldn't control the little bitch and he was sex-deprived. Eli's favourite was the time when Kiseop actually demanded Soohyun to blow him because it was totally the leader's fault that Dongho was stealing Kevin away from him. The conversation ended with Soohyun bolting out of the kitchen with a terrified expression and locking himself in his room for three hours.
There was also the morning Dongho. Morning Dongho was actually pretty cute, though Eli would never admit it. He was a bitch to wake up - which was why it was always either Kevin or Soohyun waking him up, since the others would lose their nerves - but once he got up he was totally different than the usual bitchface, with the gigantic t-shirt he slept in, hair mussed and eyelids drooping with sleep as he asked one of his hyungs for coffee. Those were the moments when Eli remembered how young the kid actually was, and he would smile fondly behind his coffee mug, because seriously, no matter how big of a dick the maknae could be the members loved him unconditionally.
Besides all the Donghos mentioned above, there was also the happy Dongho. This was the Dongho Eli probably liked the best. This was the Dongho that came out when they were on the beach, or playing something, or Kevin got him strawberry milk as a surprise, or Soohyun brought him ice cream (seriously, those two should stop spoiling the kid), or Kiseop praised him after a dance practice. Happy Dongho watched movies with his hyungs and tugged Eli's sleeve, then shyly asked if he would play PlayStation with him. Eli really liked happy Dongho. He wanted to hug that Dongho and never let go. Another thing Eli would never admit.
And then there was the sexy Dongho. Eli hated that one. He hated sexy Dongho with burning passion, trying to avoid even looking at him if it was possible. And why he hated him so much?
Because he wanted him so bad it nearly hurt.
Sexy Dongho stared at the mirrors as they danced, holding his head up high, sexy Dongho ran his hand through his slightly sweaty black hair, sexy Dongho smirked and scowled and did whatever it took to make the fans squeal and noonas cry because they were going to end up in prison if they ever touched him.
There were times when Eli wished he could cry too because it was so damn frustrating, and he had to work with Dongho every single day. They lived in the same damn apartment. Eli wanted to scream and tear his hair out of his head and hit the fucking wall after practice. He had thought Man Man Ha Ni was bad, with the goddamn chorus and Dongho looking so fucking sexy it was illegal. He had thought Shut Up was bad, with Dongho rapping huskily and calling himself oppa and that damn part where he would touch Kibum's face made Eli want to scream in jealousy and throw Kibum to the Han River. (And seriously, he'd much rather have Dongho caressing his cheek than Xander grabbing his ass, with all love to the older rapper. The humiliation still hadn't quite subsided.)
Yeah, he thought those were bad.
Then along came Doradora.
Doradora was sex. Heavy beat, autotune, fast chorus. He thought the song was great. He thought the dance for the chorus was great, and made sure to congratulate Kiseop over and over again. And then he saw the rest of the chorus.
'Well, fuck me sideways' was pretty close to his thought at the time.
Bodyrolls. Bodyrolls. More bodyrolls. He wanted to cry. All bodyrolls, and of course Dongho had to be in the fucking centre of everything and Eli wanted to flip a table and throw their choreographer out of the window while loving him to bits, because seriously, watching Dongho dance was good usually, but now even better, but at the same time it meant dealing with at least one case of a boner every single day.
The worst thing?
The kid was legal.
He had kept repeating "he's a child, he's a child, Ellison you are not a pedophile" like a mantra for three years, but now the boy was legal and the law wasn't stopping him anymore. And he couldn't find reasons to not throw the kid on a bed and finally find out if he his fantasies had been right.
The tried every single reason he could come up with. For example, the press could find out. Find out? His mind answered, and reminded him about Kevin and Kiseop. Then, Dongho may not be gay, to which his mind simply told him to watch that Magic Girl performance with the annoying squeaky maknae of INFINITE and the ridiculously muscled maknae of ZE:A again. Then, Dongho may not like him. His mind simply shrugged and said "too bad". His last weak try was "Kevin will kill me if he finds out I corrupted his baby", to which his mind simply sneered.
Eli was having serious trouble and seriously, his dick wasn't helping, and neither were the promotions. To his delight they moved on from Doradora to Believe, which definitely wasn't sexy, but it didn't make the images disappear from his mind, especially when they still trained in the sweaty practice room every day to go through their dances so they wouldn't forget them.
To make the matters worse Kevin and Dongho had a habit of going through a few girl group dances when everyone else was taking a break, and of course while Hoon and AJ went to get something to eat Eli and Kiseop always stayed in the room, watching. And Soohyun. But the rapper was pretty sure the leader had much more innocent reasons to stay than neither of the other two. (Once AJ suggested they dance Not Young instead of Bad Girl Good Girl since it was obviously much sexier. He didn't have time to dodge the shoe Kevin flung at him.)
Needless to say, Eli was desperate, and it wasn't like he could talk about it to anyone. Kevin would murder him, Soohyun would get him a restricting order, Kiseop would laugh his head off, and AJ and Hoon were still under the expression that he was straight.
And then, on that one faithful night, he was reading on the couch when Soohyun came to wish him good night. He smiled at the leader and nodded, adjusting his glasses on his nose, and running a hand through his short blond hair. It had been a while since he had read a novel written in english, so it was a little slow.
After all of the members had gone to sleep Eli sighed and set the book down. It was late, and they had a schedule the next day, so he figured it was best to simply go get a glass of water and go to bed.
What he didn't expect was to find Dongho standing in front of the fridge. In a wife beater. A black fucking wife beater that let his fairly muscled arms show in all of their glory, wide neckline reaching way under his collarbones. And the boy had no pants on, simply black boxers.
They stared at each other, both of them looking like deers caught in headlights, Eli with a lump forming in his throat, desperately trying to force dirty thoughts of their maknae out of his head, and Dongho with his hand still half inside the refrigerator, looking like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't be doing.
"Dongho-ya" Eli forced out, trying to swallow the lump. "I thought you went to bed already."
Dongho glanced around himself, and smiled sheepishly. "I, uh... I did. But I couldn't sleep. I wanted something, so uh, I, I got it, and... Now I'll go back to bed. Good night!"
He was about to close the door of the fridge, but Eli was suddenly very suspicious. Something smelled fishy. "Dongho-ya" he called, leaning to the door frame. "What exactly did you come to get? And don't even think about using aegyo on me or I'll hide Hoon's practice socks in your pillow case."
Dongho froze, and sighed. Guiltily he pulled his hand out of the fridge and closed its door, showing the thing he was holding, looking extremely embarrassed.
Eli's eyes widened. "...strawberries."
Dongho pouted. "I really wanted strawberries, okay? I don't know why, I just did! Please don't tell Kevin-hyung, he'll nag at me for an hour for being up at this time of the night."
Eli chuckled, and walked closer to get the glass of water he had come to get. "I won't. Seriously, he should stop treating you as a kid, you're not fifteen anymore."
Dongho rolled his eyes. "Finally someone has noticed."
As Eli laughed and reached for the glass he was pretty sure the night had gone well and he could go to sleep without thinking of their youngest writhing and panting pressed into his mattress.
All of his hopes were crushed though as he glanced at the black-haired boy and was about to drop the glass straight away.
Dongho had the strawberry against his mouth, lips slightly red and glistening with the berry's juice, eyes closed as he let out a content hum. One of his biceps was slightly flexing as he held the berry up, and the way the light illuminated his collar bones was... Yeah.
Eli swallowed. He seriously needed to get out of there, to the bathroom, yes, bathroom, a cold shower was exactly what he needed now, bathroom, bathroom, bathroo-
"Hyung?"
Fuck.
"Yes?" Eli glanced over his shoulder, back facing the younger in his pathetic attempt to hide the growing bulge in his pants. Dongho was tilting his head, sucking a drop of strawberry juice off his finger, looking at him questioningly. "What's the hurry?"
Eli chucked nervously. "Oh, nothing, I just, you know, need to go to bed- "
"You're turned on."
"Yea- what?"
Dongho smirked, and licked a line up his index finger, all the while staring into his hyung's eyes. Eli swallowed. "I don't know what- "
"Cut the crap Eli, I'm not stupid. Nor blind. Don't think I don't know what you running into the bathroom after half of the Doradora lives and staring at me means."
Eli scowled. "Where are your honorifics, brat? And I still don't know what you're talking about."
Dongho merely laughed. "Really? Then turn around so I can confirm you don't have boner right now. If you don't, I'll apologize and go to sleep nicely, and we'll never mention this again."
Fuck this kid.
Sighing, Eli turned around, one hand on his hip, and angry scowl on his features. "Fine. I have a boner. I was reading porn. Happy?"
Dongho chuckled and walked closer, his steps painfully slow, and Eli wanted nothing more than to throw him to the floor and have his way.
"You're not being honest with me" Dongho said in a sing-song voice, stopping right in front of Eli, tugging at his t-shirt's neckline with a finger. "I know for a fact that you weren't reading porn, you had no traces of that little friend of yours- "
"Little!" Eli exclaimed in horror.
"when you were reading, and don't interrupt me."
"You have a bad habit of forgetting manners, Dongho."
Dongho laughed, and smirked, leaning closer, and Eli could smell his breath, the strawberries and mint, most likely from brushing his teeth earlier, warm on his face, and his brain was doing cartwheels and his blood didn't seem to know which way to run.
"Then punish me, Ellison" he breathed, lips ghosting over Eli's, and Eli wondered when the kid got so tall.
"Dongho, don't do this to me- "
"I'm not doing anything to you, I want you to do something and that something is me."
Okay, well, Eli wasn't going to resists.
Grabbing the maknae's waist harshly Eli brought their mouths together, biting down on Dongho's lower lip immediately and pushing his tongue inside the boy's mouth. Dongho groaned, and tried to fist his hands in Eli's hair, only to growl in frustration when he realized it had been cut too short for him to grab it.
Eli grabbed Dongho's neck with one hand, spinning the boy around and pushing him against a wall. It felt so fucking good because this wasn't a kid he was kissing, this wasn't the adorable maknae of U-KISS, this was Dongho, and Dongho wasn't a child anymore, unsure in nothing he did, biting and licking at Eli's mouth in a way that made the blond wonder if he had had relationships behind their backs or if he was just a natural.
Dongho rolled his hips up against Eli's and the older rapper's mind did a weird flip, and he growled, slotting a leg between the maknae's thighs and grinding it upwards against his groin. Dongho let out a strangled sound, and fuck Eli was so hard and his jeans were so goddamn tight.
One of Eli's hands found its way under Dongho's shirt, and he traced the boy's stomach, sides, chest, pushing the wife beater up and enjoying the way Dongho gripped at his biceps, pressing and pushing against his mouth as they still kissed, tongues battling for dominance, none of them surrendering.
"Hyung" Dongho breathed against Eli's mouth as they finally pulled apart, and Eli couldn't take it anymore, and he dragged the boy to his room and locked the door. It took a millisecond for Dongho to claim his earlier spot, this time licking and biting at Eli's neck, and Eli growled, forcing himself to stay upright because seriously his legs apparently weren't trustworthy.
"Bed, bed, bed" he chanted, hastily pushing the boy off him and towards the bed. They fell on it, Eli on top of Dongho, a tangle of limbs and bodies and fingers tugging on shirts. "If you can't keep quiet" Eli hissed as the maknae pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor "I'm going to gag you, and I'm not joking."
Dongho smirked and chuckled, raising his hand so that Eli could let his shirt join the one already on the floor. "I just might scream then." His fingers worked Eli's belt open as the blond glared at him.
"Seriously Dongho, I don't want to have Kevin barging in through the door and castrating me for corrupting his baby."
"The door is locked though" Dongho murmured against Eli's neck, sucking and licking the skin gently, and Eli gasped as his jeans were opened. "Do you really think a door is going to stop Kevin if he hears you whining in here like a whore? Or worse, Soohyun."
Dongho stopped, and arched an eyebrow. "What makes you think I whine at all?"
Eli smirked. "I'll make you."
Dongho chuckled and pushed Eli's jeans off his hips, and watched as the rapper straightened himself on his knees to get the pants off him. "Your turn" Eli stated as he tossed the jeans and underwear on the floor, and grinned. "Put up a good show for hyung."
Obediently Eli fell on his back as Dongho pushed at his chest, and propped himself up on his elbows. Eyes glued to the boy he watched as Dongho swayed his hips slightly, pushing teasingly at the waistline of his jeans. Eli swallowed.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Dongho opened his belt, and popped the button, spreading his legs slightly to run his hands over his inner thighs and crotch. "Is this a good enough show" Dongho breathed, panted, his voice slightly high from the arousal "hyung?"
Eli groaned. He couldn't take this - couldn't take this boy and his moves, and suddenly he was very thankful to Kevin for practising all those girl group dances with the younger, since that kind of fluidity and sexiness didn't come from going through Man Man Ha Ni or Bingeul Bingeul.
Dongho kicked his jeans and boxers off and crawled on top of Eli, and the blond slid his hand to the younger's neck, caressing the skin and pulling the boy down to lock their lips in another heated kiss. He gently flipped them over, and rolled his hips down, loving the muffled moan that escaped Dongho's throat.
"You're ridiculously hot for a brat your age" Eli teased, nibbling along Dongho's jawline and rubbing his hip with his other hand. Dongho panted, arching his neck and softly clawing at Eli's shoulder blades, his legs winding around Eli's back to pull him downwards and press their erections together, making them both moan.
Eli tried to pull away, only making Dongho tighten his legs' hold on him and whine silently, and he chuckled, out of breath. "Lube" he muttered, and reached for the bedside drawer for the small bottle.
He uncapped the bottle, squeezing some of the liquid on his fingers, and turned to look at Dongho, gasping breathlessly at the sight. The maknae was sprawled on the bed, legs spread and hair messed, chest heaving with his heavy breaths, and it was beautiful, sinful, and so ridiculously sexy Eli didn't know how much prepping he would be able to handle. He still reminded himself that this was Dongho, their maknae, his dongsaeng, and he was supposed to take care of him, not give in to his selfish needs-
"Hyung, please."
...fuck.
Eli took a shuddering breath and crouched over the boy, pressing one of his fingers against Dongho's entrance, drawing a frustrated whine from him. He chuckled and kissed the younger rapper, pushing the finger inside at the same time.
He kept kissing Dongho as he prepped him, muffling the whines, moans and groans that his throat was pushing into his mouth, swallowing all of them as he opened him up. Dongho was running his fingers through Eli's short hair, clawing slightly at his scalp and neck, and fuck it felt so good.
Once he decided Dongho was ready he pulled the fingers out, using the rest of the lube on his fingers to coat his erection. He glanced at the maknae, and gripped his hip tight. "Bite your lip or something" he murmured, supporting himself on his other arm as he began to push in, not caring about the slightly pained noises Dongho was making at the back of his throat, head thrown back and lower lip caught between his teeth. He knew the pain would turn into pleasure soon enough.
"Breathe" Eli whispered, voice strained from the pressure around his cock. He pressed soft kisses against Dongho's neck and collarbones, gently massaging his hip as the boy tried to breathe and relax, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. Call Eli arrogant and bitchy, but he would never hurt his lover intentionally. That was just cruel.
"Eli" Dongho breathed. "Eli-hyung, move, please move." Eli smirked as Dongho grabbed his biceps, and pulled back, pushing gently back in, setting a calm pace for deep thrusts that left both of them panting and gasping. Dongho clawed at his skin, and Eli made a mental note to wear a shirt with sleeves the next day.
"Harder, hyung" Dongho grunted, eyes shut and lip swollen from biting into it and fuck if he wasn't the sexiest thing Eli had ever seen in his life. Taking a deep breath Eli complied, his thrusts growing harder, faster, their panting louder, Dongho's throaty little noises hoarser and more frequent until his back arched off the mattress and he couldn't help a strangled cry. Eli grinned. Bingo.
Now knowing where to aim Eli continued, holding Dongho in place as the maknae's body wrapped tighter around him, mouth pressed against his neck, breathing hot and irregular against his skin. He let his forehead lean against the boy's shoulder as their bodies rocked, eyes shut tight and lower lip between his teeth, and it felt so good, all of his fantasies coming true, the body he had craved for years now under him, moaning for him, because of things he did.
Dongho's body started to shudder, the grip of his thighs tightening around Eli's back, and Eli knew what was coming as he let go of Dongho's hip and slipped his hand between their bodies, wrapping long fingers around the younger rapper's cock. Dongho whined back arching, hips moving to meet his hyung's thrusts and hand and it took less than a minute and a few breathy moans of "hyung, hyung", a couple of touched-out "ahhs", before he was coming, body tensing and clenching around Eli and the blond followed, cursing in korean and english.
Eli held himself up with a shaky arm as he pulled out, completely satisfied and extremely confused, and slumped next to Dongho. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing, the heavy rise and fall of his chest and the slowly calming beating of his heart. He still couldn't believe Dongho had let him fuck him, had come onto him, had asked him to-
"Eli-hyung" a soft voice called next to him, and he cracked an eye to see Dongho propped up on his elbows, staring into nothingness in front of him. Eli answered with an incoherent "mmhrhm" kind of sound, deciding it was a good enough proof of him being awake and listening.
Dongho didn't move, but instead stuttered out: "do you... Do you like me, hyung?"
It took Eli a moment to process the question, but he chuckled once he understood the meaning. Lifting himself up to lean on one elbow he reached to cup Dongho's cheek with one hand, gently turning his head and smiling a lazy, amused smile. "Dongho-ya, if you want to ask me if I'll date you, then yeah, sure."
Dongho rolled his eyes. "So romantic" he muttered, but didn't resists as Eli pulled him into a gentle kiss. "I'm the epitome of romantic" Eli murmured, making Dongho chuckle, and reached to pick up a shirt from the floor to wipe them clean.
Fifteen minutes and a lot of cuddles and affectionate, snarky comments later both of the rappers were fast asleep, Eli's arm draped over Dongho's waist under the covers, a slight smile playing on the younger male's lips as he dreamed.
Eli might not like all of the Donghos, but he sure loved them all dearly.