drabbles; three exo, one super junior
Title: Before Dawn
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol; baekyeol
Rating: R
Length: 700+ words
Summary: There are so many other things to do than sleep at night
A/N: written for avi in her askbox on tumblr in november. also inspired by this. unbeta'd. the orignal was rated g, but i promised her fluffy porn...
“Shh," Baekhyun says, his voice low as he wiggles underneath the duvet covering both his and Chanyeol's bodies, falling down heavily above their heads. It's the best alternative though as they try to hide the light from the flashlight in Chanyeol’s hand.
They're supposed to be asleep, because you never get enough of that as an idol, but neither could bring themselves to leave the rather large pile of unopened fan letters on the dining table and wait another day, so Chanyeol had grabbed a fair handful of those that had been sorted out for the two of them and brought it to their room.
The rising heat under their homemade tent doesn’t bother them as they whisper the scribbled words out loud for each on Baekhyun's bed, smiles and giggles brought out from the encouraging words and curious questions from their fans.
It’s funny, Baekhyun thinks, how their fans keeps asking about the pairings. It’s always silly questions like "what do you think of chanbaek?" or “is chanbaek real?” They appear more often than Baekhyun would like them to.
Sure, they're obvious, but that's just fanservice, he thinks, there’s nothing real about that. There’s nothing interesting about that. In private, Baekhyun believes that the two of them are more discreet. There’s barely no touching in front of the others. No, that would be too inappropriate. The lingering gazes are still there though, and they make Baekhyun crave an audience, because it's the only way he is able to receive the other's playful touches.
Oh, but of course, there's moments like right now when it's just the two of them. Right now, there's no need for Chanyeol's touch, because this is even better; just the two of them, beneath the duvet, in their own little world. There’s no need for physical contact although he sure wouldn't mind some, so he drops the letter in his hand and reaches out for Chanyeol, pushing the hair out of his face.
He's gorgeous, Baekhyun thinks, moving closer. Chanyeol's lips are ridiculously soft, is his next thought as he catches them in a kiss. Chanyeol responds quickly and pulls him closer. As they lie down, Baekhyun is too aware of how the letters are crinkling beneath their bodies, the flashlight digging into his back, but neither stop before they hear the rip of the paper.
Oops.
Chanyeol raises himself, the duvet falling to the floor while Baekhyun desperately reaches for the flashlight. It brightens the entire room when he finally picks it up, fingers fumbling for the power button. Then there's a knock on the door and a voice telling them to sleep.
None of them answer, looking at each other, trying not to laugh. Maybe later, he thinks when he crawls over to Chanyeol again, placing himself firmly on the other’s lap, grinning down at him. He wraps his arms around him, desperately, when Chanyeol picks him of and brings them to his bed.
“Wouldn’t wanna ruin more letters, eh?” he whispers, breath tickling Baekhyun’s neck. He hums in reply, hands slipping in beneath Chanyeol’s shirt on his back, fingers gently pressing against the smooth skin.
He digs them down a little harder when the other begins to nip at his neck. His breath catches and he inhales deeply through his noses, grabbing the shirt and lifts it off Chanyeol’s head, forcing him to remove himself from his neck.
He runs his hand flat down Chanyeol’s chest, stopping as he tries to feel his heartbeat. Their eyes meet and Chanyeol is looking at him as if he’s waiting for the other to make another move, so he leans down and takes his bottom lip between his teeth.
Baekhyun pushes him down to lie on the bed, smiles, before leaning down to kiss him again. They grind against each other, desperate, panting and damn it why is it so hard to get their pants off, he just wants some more friction.
Someone moans, he doesn’t notice who it is, he just knows one of them, maybe both, must have done it, because suddenly, someone is knocking on the wall, quite aggressively. They both stop moving and Baekhyun moves to rest his head against Chanyeol’s heaving chest.
So maybe they will sleep after all.
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... but i couldn't do it, so this is a tease, i'm sorry.
Title: Down
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol; baekyeol
Rating: NC-17
Length: 600+ words
Summary: Drinking from water bottles can be surprisingly teasing.
A/N: also written for avi, originally posted somewhere on my tumblr a little later than the other one. unbeta'd. slightly edited.
Baekhyun clutches the microphone in his hands a little tighter when he watches Chanyeol bring the bottle of water to his mouth. Jongin has already had a sip, so when Chanyeol drinks from it, he pushes his head a little further back and opens his mouth to let the water flow out of the bottle and into his mouth, making sure his lips doesn't touch the plastic, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows.
Baekhyun swallows too to rid himself of the lump in his throat, turning his eyes a different direction as he tries to ignore the blood that's pooling down his body. He doesn't let his gaze wander for long, because his eyes shift to look at his friend again.
Some of the water, nothing more than a few drops, misses his mouth. Instead the drops of water falls down on the edge of Chanyeol's lips before they roll down his chin and then neck, the skin already shining in the light from sweat. Baekhyun coughs unintentionally, happy that he isn't holding the mic. He raises his hand to tell his band mates, that's he okay when they look at him despite feeling anything but.
His skinny jeans suddenly feel a little too tight.
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Chanyeol hovers over him with a smirk pulling his lips after he decides to collapse onto his bed when they're back in their room. Baekhyun looks suspiciously at him and decides that he would rather not like to hear what's Chanyeol is about to say.
“I see you.” Baekhyun raises a brow, sees what?
Then Chanyeol crawls down, hands resting on his hips.
Oh.
Baekhyun has already replaced the all too tight jeans he wore at the concert; the sweatpants he is wearing now are much easier to pull down.
A hand along with soft lips and a skilled tongue is enough to get Baekhyun hard in very little time. His heels dig into the bed when he hit the back of Chanyeol's throat, his fingers gripping the other's hair so tight that it draws out a whimper. The vibration of the sounds doesn't make it easier for Baekhyun to loosen his grip.
Baekhyun twists his body, stretching his arm to reach the nightstand. He throws the bottle of lube at Chanyeol, who, in the need of opening the small bottle, lets go of the older’s hips.
Baekhyun uses the opportunity to thrust into the mouth, panting heavily as he works his own pace. Not long after there's a hand gripping his thigh and Chanyeol throws his leg over his shoulder to lift him just a bit from the bed. He presses a finger to his entrance, not yet pushing in it. Baekhyun whines at the teasing touch. He hollows his cheeks then, sucking on the older's dick, his tongue pressed flat to the underside. Baekhyun moans, loud and clear, as the first finger pushes inside of him.
Chanyeol’s finger follows the rhythm he already set, and when the second one enters him, Baekhyun grabs the sheets underneath him, bringing it to his mouth and muffles his own moans and the curses threatening to spill through his lips. It does nothing to help him though when the other twists his fingers in the right angle. He arches his back off the bed, head pressing down on his pillow, gasping.
He doesn't know how much more he can take when the fingers continues to hit him just right and the wet heat around his cock only gets tighter, Chanyeol's throat restricting around him when he swallows. Baekhyun comes between of Chanyeol's lips, his vision blinded, too bright in ecstasy.
The fingers leave him first, the other still sucking his cock, milking out his orgasm and making him tremble. Then the mouth disappears too and Baekhyun thinks he’s finally regained his ability to see again. Chanyeol raises himself to his knees, one on each side of Baekhyun's legs and he looks at him with lidded eyes and blown pupils. His hair is a mess, Baekhyun thinks and chuckles, before pushing himself up.
He has a favour to return.
Title: Off
Pairing: Minseok/Luhan; xiuhan
Rating: NC-17
Length: 900+ words
Summary: Minseok doesn't understand why Luhan acts like his enemy.
A/N: written for a prompt on exopromptmeme. unbeta'd.
Minseok does not doubt that he is a better fencer than Luhan, but during days like these, when they’re in the practice room by themselves, and he manages to corner the other a little too easily, he thinks Luhan might lose on purpose. It doesn’t make much sense; he wouldn’t say that Luhan is a sore loser, but he sure doesn’t enjoy it and today he seems to put on a bit of an attitude as he voices different reasons to why he lost today’s match.
Sure enough, the two of them don’t belong to the same crowds, but he has seen with his own eyes how that outside of these wall, Luhan turns out to be an incredible (surprisingly if you were to ask Minseok) loving and considerate person, so it hurts him a little more than he’d like to admit when Luhan directs such spiteful words to him. He doesn’t quite understand.
“Well, we can’t all depend on a pretty face, can we?” he bites back suddenly, interrupting the other who tilts his head just the slightest in surprise.
“You think I’m pretty?” he asks, taunting him. Minseok doesn’t know how to reply, so he keeps his mouth shut, turns around to leave, but before he’s able to take another step, a hand grips onto his shoulder. He doesn’t mean to, reacts out of pure instincts when he spins around and pushes Luhan against the wall, pressing his own body flush against the other’s.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Luhan says before a smile graces his lips, “up close.” Heat burns his cheeks. He doesn’t if it’s out of embarrassment or anger. The trembling however, he knows, is because anger. He doesn’t understand, cannot fathom why Luhan treats him like this, so differently, a complete contrast compared to others. He doesn’t believe Luhan to be such a petty person, and he knows, even if he does have his share of admires, that it doesn’t matter how many medals or trophies he wins, because he still can’t keep up with Luhan on any other fields than fencing.
He snaps, voices out his frustration and he’s far from finished when h’s brutally interrupted. The kiss is anything but gentle, a pair of lips pressed too hard against his. Minseok will later file it under his memories of worst kisses, but he doesn’t think of it now, too busy trying to even comprehend what is happened and the very fact that he is indeed being kissed. It ends quickly, and Luhan’s lips finds his right ear, breathe tickling his sensitive skin.
“Fuck me.” Minseok sputters at the request (demand, really). There’s no time to answer as he’s being kissed against. It’s still too harsh for his liking, but there’s no pain this time. He doesn’t want to, but he can’t help but respond to the kiss, move his mouth along the other’s, aware of how Luhan’s hands tries to strip him off his heavy clothing.
Minseok barely catches himself as he falls, stumbling over his own clothes and drags the other along, who lands on top of him with a thud.
It’s not until he’s naked, and Luhan almost so, that he really realizes that they are actually going to have sex.
“D-do you-” he comes to a halt when a hand that doesn’t belong to himself begins to stroke his length. The other boy hums, urging him to finish as he continues to move his hand up and down his cock.
“Do you have a condom? And lube?”
“Got a condom in my bag. No lube.”
“Then how do we-” he stops, both of Luhan’s hand has found one of his and he brings it to his mouth, sucking on the digits, “that’s not-”
“It’s fine for now,” the other says before he closes his mouth around the fingers again, “the condom’s lubed.”
Minseok prepares him with one, then two fingers. The third is a bit trickier, the saliva already dry, so he retrieves his hand and spits on it before he continues. Luhan is panting beneath him, eyes shut in pleasure. He’s impatient, Minseok can tell from the way he pushes himself against his fingers, so he pulls them out.
He think’s Luhan’s bag is too far away, the condom too difficult to find in the mess and when he returns to Luhan’s side, the other groans, telling him that he’s too slow and that he’s getting soft already even though it’s an obvious lie.
”I’m not a fucking virgin,” he says when Minseok enters him, gently and a little too slowly. A growl burns its way up his body, escaping his lips and he pushes all the way in with snap of his hips. The other moans, so he repeats the action, again and again.
Luhan arches his back, legs bent with his feet flat against the wooden floor as he pushes himself up to meet the other’s thrusts. His head will hurt later from the way he’s pressing it against the floor, but he doesn’t care, he can’t; not when he’s so desperate for more friction, for release. He makes sure that they come together when Minseok tells him that he’s close, wrapping his own fingers around his cock, stroking himself into completeness, tightening around the other.
The older collapses onto him, his hair sticking his forehead and the sides of his head. He quickly rolls to the side and lies next to him on the floor, the cold surface against his hot skin makes him shiver. He looks at Luhan, before the other turns his head, their eyes meeting. They watch each other in silence as their breaths steady. He is still confused, Luhan can tell. The dazed expression makes him chuckle.
“You’re really adorable when you’re angry, you know that?”
Title: Destination Home
Pairing: Hyukjae/Donghae; eunhae
Rating: G
Length: 300+ words
Summary: Hyukjae wants to go to Mokpo.
A/N: inspired by this. unbeta'd.
”Mokpo?” he asks and looks at Hyukjae, eyes wide with disbelief that does not quite cover the curiosity hidden in them. The other shrugs, his gaze still on their newly printed photos.
“You grew up there, but we met in Seoul and you have never…” he trails off, a shy smile gracing his lips. Donghae returns the smile. It’s funny, he thinks, that they have travelled across the continent, across the ocean, visited the most exciting and exotic cities he can think of, but Hyukjae wants to visit Mokpo. Little fisher city Mokpo.
“Okay then,” he says amused, “let’s go Mokpo.” Hyukjae’s smile widens, teeth and gums showing, eyes crescending, the skin crinkling at the corners.
He forces himself to look away, bows his head so that his eyes fall onto the glossy paper in his own hands.
The photos in his hands are so vivid, beautiful colours inked into the fine paper, warm and bright. There are streetlights in green, yellow, red and white, illuminating the dark streets on one photo, but a burning sunset that colours another, streaks of something that is too bright for the lenses to capture that escapes through the maze of skyscrapers, splitting the sky in two. He turns yet another set of photos in his hands, watching the landscapes change from urban cities to modest masses of sand stretching, untouched and wild, sculpted by the blow of the wind.
Donghae wonders how the photos in Mokpo will come out, wonders if they will turn out pale blue and grey, like he remembers the city to be. He looks over at Hyukjae, who is clad in light blue jeans and a sweater that must be at least two sizes too big for him, stripes and triangles knitted into a pattern in too many colours to list. He smiles and thinks to himself that Hyukjae, surely, will paint the humble city with life.
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i wrote this during my english exam because i finished before time, but didn't want to leave. i actually like this one tbh? ;;
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol; baekyeol
Rating: R
Length: 700+ words
Summary: There are so many other things to do than sleep at night
A/N: written for avi in her askbox on tumblr in november. also inspired by this. unbeta'd. the orignal was rated g, but i promised her fluffy porn...
“Shh," Baekhyun says, his voice low as he wiggles underneath the duvet covering both his and Chanyeol's bodies, falling down heavily above their heads. It's the best alternative though as they try to hide the light from the flashlight in Chanyeol’s hand.
They're supposed to be asleep, because you never get enough of that as an idol, but neither could bring themselves to leave the rather large pile of unopened fan letters on the dining table and wait another day, so Chanyeol had grabbed a fair handful of those that had been sorted out for the two of them and brought it to their room.
The rising heat under their homemade tent doesn’t bother them as they whisper the scribbled words out loud for each on Baekhyun's bed, smiles and giggles brought out from the encouraging words and curious questions from their fans.
It’s funny, Baekhyun thinks, how their fans keeps asking about the pairings. It’s always silly questions like "what do you think of chanbaek?" or “is chanbaek real?” They appear more often than Baekhyun would like them to.
Sure, they're obvious, but that's just fanservice, he thinks, there’s nothing real about that. There’s nothing interesting about that. In private, Baekhyun believes that the two of them are more discreet. There’s barely no touching in front of the others. No, that would be too inappropriate. The lingering gazes are still there though, and they make Baekhyun crave an audience, because it's the only way he is able to receive the other's playful touches.
Oh, but of course, there's moments like right now when it's just the two of them. Right now, there's no need for Chanyeol's touch, because this is even better; just the two of them, beneath the duvet, in their own little world. There’s no need for physical contact although he sure wouldn't mind some, so he drops the letter in his hand and reaches out for Chanyeol, pushing the hair out of his face.
He's gorgeous, Baekhyun thinks, moving closer. Chanyeol's lips are ridiculously soft, is his next thought as he catches them in a kiss. Chanyeol responds quickly and pulls him closer. As they lie down, Baekhyun is too aware of how the letters are crinkling beneath their bodies, the flashlight digging into his back, but neither stop before they hear the rip of the paper.
Oops.
Chanyeol raises himself, the duvet falling to the floor while Baekhyun desperately reaches for the flashlight. It brightens the entire room when he finally picks it up, fingers fumbling for the power button. Then there's a knock on the door and a voice telling them to sleep.
None of them answer, looking at each other, trying not to laugh. Maybe later, he thinks when he crawls over to Chanyeol again, placing himself firmly on the other’s lap, grinning down at him. He wraps his arms around him, desperately, when Chanyeol picks him of and brings them to his bed.
“Wouldn’t wanna ruin more letters, eh?” he whispers, breath tickling Baekhyun’s neck. He hums in reply, hands slipping in beneath Chanyeol’s shirt on his back, fingers gently pressing against the smooth skin.
He digs them down a little harder when the other begins to nip at his neck. His breath catches and he inhales deeply through his noses, grabbing the shirt and lifts it off Chanyeol’s head, forcing him to remove himself from his neck.
He runs his hand flat down Chanyeol’s chest, stopping as he tries to feel his heartbeat. Their eyes meet and Chanyeol is looking at him as if he’s waiting for the other to make another move, so he leans down and takes his bottom lip between his teeth.
Baekhyun pushes him down to lie on the bed, smiles, before leaning down to kiss him again. They grind against each other, desperate, panting and damn it why is it so hard to get their pants off, he just wants some more friction.
Someone moans, he doesn’t notice who it is, he just knows one of them, maybe both, must have done it, because suddenly, someone is knocking on the wall, quite aggressively. They both stop moving and Baekhyun moves to rest his head against Chanyeol’s heaving chest.
So maybe they will sleep after all.
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... but i couldn't do it, so this is a tease, i'm sorry.
Title: Down
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol; baekyeol
Rating: NC-17
Length: 600+ words
Summary: Drinking from water bottles can be surprisingly teasing.
A/N: also written for avi, originally posted somewhere on my tumblr a little later than the other one. unbeta'd. slightly edited.
Baekhyun clutches the microphone in his hands a little tighter when he watches Chanyeol bring the bottle of water to his mouth. Jongin has already had a sip, so when Chanyeol drinks from it, he pushes his head a little further back and opens his mouth to let the water flow out of the bottle and into his mouth, making sure his lips doesn't touch the plastic, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows.
Baekhyun swallows too to rid himself of the lump in his throat, turning his eyes a different direction as he tries to ignore the blood that's pooling down his body. He doesn't let his gaze wander for long, because his eyes shift to look at his friend again.
Some of the water, nothing more than a few drops, misses his mouth. Instead the drops of water falls down on the edge of Chanyeol's lips before they roll down his chin and then neck, the skin already shining in the light from sweat. Baekhyun coughs unintentionally, happy that he isn't holding the mic. He raises his hand to tell his band mates, that's he okay when they look at him despite feeling anything but.
His skinny jeans suddenly feel a little too tight.
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Chanyeol hovers over him with a smirk pulling his lips after he decides to collapse onto his bed when they're back in their room. Baekhyun looks suspiciously at him and decides that he would rather not like to hear what's Chanyeol is about to say.
“I see you.” Baekhyun raises a brow, sees what?
Then Chanyeol crawls down, hands resting on his hips.
Oh.
Baekhyun has already replaced the all too tight jeans he wore at the concert; the sweatpants he is wearing now are much easier to pull down.
A hand along with soft lips and a skilled tongue is enough to get Baekhyun hard in very little time. His heels dig into the bed when he hit the back of Chanyeol's throat, his fingers gripping the other's hair so tight that it draws out a whimper. The vibration of the sounds doesn't make it easier for Baekhyun to loosen his grip.
Baekhyun twists his body, stretching his arm to reach the nightstand. He throws the bottle of lube at Chanyeol, who, in the need of opening the small bottle, lets go of the older’s hips.
Baekhyun uses the opportunity to thrust into the mouth, panting heavily as he works his own pace. Not long after there's a hand gripping his thigh and Chanyeol throws his leg over his shoulder to lift him just a bit from the bed. He presses a finger to his entrance, not yet pushing in it. Baekhyun whines at the teasing touch. He hollows his cheeks then, sucking on the older's dick, his tongue pressed flat to the underside. Baekhyun moans, loud and clear, as the first finger pushes inside of him.
Chanyeol’s finger follows the rhythm he already set, and when the second one enters him, Baekhyun grabs the sheets underneath him, bringing it to his mouth and muffles his own moans and the curses threatening to spill through his lips. It does nothing to help him though when the other twists his fingers in the right angle. He arches his back off the bed, head pressing down on his pillow, gasping.
He doesn't know how much more he can take when the fingers continues to hit him just right and the wet heat around his cock only gets tighter, Chanyeol's throat restricting around him when he swallows. Baekhyun comes between of Chanyeol's lips, his vision blinded, too bright in ecstasy.
The fingers leave him first, the other still sucking his cock, milking out his orgasm and making him tremble. Then the mouth disappears too and Baekhyun thinks he’s finally regained his ability to see again. Chanyeol raises himself to his knees, one on each side of Baekhyun's legs and he looks at him with lidded eyes and blown pupils. His hair is a mess, Baekhyun thinks and chuckles, before pushing himself up.
He has a favour to return.
Title: Off
Pairing: Minseok/Luhan; xiuhan
Rating: NC-17
Length: 900+ words
Summary: Minseok doesn't understand why Luhan acts like his enemy.
A/N: written for a prompt on exopromptmeme. unbeta'd.
Minseok does not doubt that he is a better fencer than Luhan, but during days like these, when they’re in the practice room by themselves, and he manages to corner the other a little too easily, he thinks Luhan might lose on purpose. It doesn’t make much sense; he wouldn’t say that Luhan is a sore loser, but he sure doesn’t enjoy it and today he seems to put on a bit of an attitude as he voices different reasons to why he lost today’s match.
Sure enough, the two of them don’t belong to the same crowds, but he has seen with his own eyes how that outside of these wall, Luhan turns out to be an incredible (surprisingly if you were to ask Minseok) loving and considerate person, so it hurts him a little more than he’d like to admit when Luhan directs such spiteful words to him. He doesn’t quite understand.
“Well, we can’t all depend on a pretty face, can we?” he bites back suddenly, interrupting the other who tilts his head just the slightest in surprise.
“You think I’m pretty?” he asks, taunting him. Minseok doesn’t know how to reply, so he keeps his mouth shut, turns around to leave, but before he’s able to take another step, a hand grips onto his shoulder. He doesn’t mean to, reacts out of pure instincts when he spins around and pushes Luhan against the wall, pressing his own body flush against the other’s.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Luhan says before a smile graces his lips, “up close.” Heat burns his cheeks. He doesn’t if it’s out of embarrassment or anger. The trembling however, he knows, is because anger. He doesn’t understand, cannot fathom why Luhan treats him like this, so differently, a complete contrast compared to others. He doesn’t believe Luhan to be such a petty person, and he knows, even if he does have his share of admires, that it doesn’t matter how many medals or trophies he wins, because he still can’t keep up with Luhan on any other fields than fencing.
He snaps, voices out his frustration and he’s far from finished when h’s brutally interrupted. The kiss is anything but gentle, a pair of lips pressed too hard against his. Minseok will later file it under his memories of worst kisses, but he doesn’t think of it now, too busy trying to even comprehend what is happened and the very fact that he is indeed being kissed. It ends quickly, and Luhan’s lips finds his right ear, breathe tickling his sensitive skin.
“Fuck me.” Minseok sputters at the request (demand, really). There’s no time to answer as he’s being kissed against. It’s still too harsh for his liking, but there’s no pain this time. He doesn’t want to, but he can’t help but respond to the kiss, move his mouth along the other’s, aware of how Luhan’s hands tries to strip him off his heavy clothing.
Minseok barely catches himself as he falls, stumbling over his own clothes and drags the other along, who lands on top of him with a thud.
It’s not until he’s naked, and Luhan almost so, that he really realizes that they are actually going to have sex.
“D-do you-” he comes to a halt when a hand that doesn’t belong to himself begins to stroke his length. The other boy hums, urging him to finish as he continues to move his hand up and down his cock.
“Do you have a condom? And lube?”
“Got a condom in my bag. No lube.”
“Then how do we-” he stops, both of Luhan’s hand has found one of his and he brings it to his mouth, sucking on the digits, “that’s not-”
“It’s fine for now,” the other says before he closes his mouth around the fingers again, “the condom’s lubed.”
Minseok prepares him with one, then two fingers. The third is a bit trickier, the saliva already dry, so he retrieves his hand and spits on it before he continues. Luhan is panting beneath him, eyes shut in pleasure. He’s impatient, Minseok can tell from the way he pushes himself against his fingers, so he pulls them out.
He think’s Luhan’s bag is too far away, the condom too difficult to find in the mess and when he returns to Luhan’s side, the other groans, telling him that he’s too slow and that he’s getting soft already even though it’s an obvious lie.
”I’m not a fucking virgin,” he says when Minseok enters him, gently and a little too slowly. A growl burns its way up his body, escaping his lips and he pushes all the way in with snap of his hips. The other moans, so he repeats the action, again and again.
Luhan arches his back, legs bent with his feet flat against the wooden floor as he pushes himself up to meet the other’s thrusts. His head will hurt later from the way he’s pressing it against the floor, but he doesn’t care, he can’t; not when he’s so desperate for more friction, for release. He makes sure that they come together when Minseok tells him that he’s close, wrapping his own fingers around his cock, stroking himself into completeness, tightening around the other.
The older collapses onto him, his hair sticking his forehead and the sides of his head. He quickly rolls to the side and lies next to him on the floor, the cold surface against his hot skin makes him shiver. He looks at Luhan, before the other turns his head, their eyes meeting. They watch each other in silence as their breaths steady. He is still confused, Luhan can tell. The dazed expression makes him chuckle.
“You’re really adorable when you’re angry, you know that?”
Title: Destination Home
Pairing: Hyukjae/Donghae; eunhae
Rating: G
Length: 300+ words
Summary: Hyukjae wants to go to Mokpo.
A/N: inspired by this. unbeta'd.
”Mokpo?” he asks and looks at Hyukjae, eyes wide with disbelief that does not quite cover the curiosity hidden in them. The other shrugs, his gaze still on their newly printed photos.
“You grew up there, but we met in Seoul and you have never…” he trails off, a shy smile gracing his lips. Donghae returns the smile. It’s funny, he thinks, that they have travelled across the continent, across the ocean, visited the most exciting and exotic cities he can think of, but Hyukjae wants to visit Mokpo. Little fisher city Mokpo.
“Okay then,” he says amused, “let’s go Mokpo.” Hyukjae’s smile widens, teeth and gums showing, eyes crescending, the skin crinkling at the corners.
He forces himself to look away, bows his head so that his eyes fall onto the glossy paper in his own hands.
The photos in his hands are so vivid, beautiful colours inked into the fine paper, warm and bright. There are streetlights in green, yellow, red and white, illuminating the dark streets on one photo, but a burning sunset that colours another, streaks of something that is too bright for the lenses to capture that escapes through the maze of skyscrapers, splitting the sky in two. He turns yet another set of photos in his hands, watching the landscapes change from urban cities to modest masses of sand stretching, untouched and wild, sculpted by the blow of the wind.
Donghae wonders how the photos in Mokpo will come out, wonders if they will turn out pale blue and grey, like he remembers the city to be. He looks over at Hyukjae, who is clad in light blue jeans and a sweater that must be at least two sizes too big for him, stripes and triangles knitted into a pattern in too many colours to list. He smiles and thinks to himself that Hyukjae, surely, will paint the humble city with life.
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i wrote this during my english exam because i finished before time, but didn't want to leave. i actually like this one tbh? ;;