[M] Final (1/1)
That boring documentary about wild animals somewhere in Africa was still droning on in the background, ignored by the two men becoming hopelessly entangled on the sofa. The thinner, more wiry one finally asserted his dominance and with a twist that probably would have thrown someone else's back out, he flipped his more muscular – and younger – counterpart under him, then reattached their lips. Sharp pants for air were heard as their lips separated for a brief moment, and they seemed to come back to reality for a second. Lee Hyukjae and Lee Donghae – best friends, two of the lead dancers of Super Junior, the halves of the fan-made pairing of EunHae, married to each other in the minds of some fans – were taken aback in the space of time that they looked at each other. Neither one would have guessed that a simple, stupid fanfiction that Shindong had found would be the thing that tipped over their simmering sexual frustration and lingering attraction/attachment to each other into action. Well, it was the fanfiction, but also Hyukjae ignoring Donghae and Donghae proceeding to poke and generally bother Hyukjae until the elder's head snapped around. How that had escalated into them roughly kissing and Hyukjae lying on top of Donghae, he couldn't really remember. He hissed a sharp breath in when Donghae's hips rocked upwards, a dark, smoky look in his eyes. And if there was one man in the world that Hyukjae wanted to be with in every single way, Donghae was it. Growling, he leaned back down, their lips reconnecting. With just one look, they had reassured each other that each of them wanted this – wanted each other – and that it was about fucking time that they got their act together. The sound of the door opening barely registered, but when it did, he broke the kiss, snarling at the four people crowded in the door. For a moment, there was silence, then a soft sound from Kyuhyun made Leeteuk shake his head a bit. “We're not paying for a new sofa,” he finally said. “Take it somewhere else.” Hyukjae watched the door shut, then turned back to Donghae. The thin lips were parted, a faint trace of worry mixed in with the blatant lust in his eyes. Letting one of his hands drift down, he brought one of Donghae's legs up over his hips and ground his hips down, prompting an immediate response from the younger male, who arched into the friction with a moan, the fact that they had just been caught in a very compromising position completely forgotten. “Bedroom,” Hyukjae said lowly. Donghae stared at him for a moment, taking reassurance that yes, their decade old dance was finally going where it needed to go, before nodding. They made it down the hall and into Hyukjae's bedroom before they pressed their bodies close again, impatient hands already reaching for hems of t-shirts and buttons on jeans while their mouths met, tongues twisting around the other. After a few frustrating moments, they reluctantly parted in order to shed their clothes. That small chore done, Hyukjae pushed Donghae back onto his bed, nearly falling on top of him. Having seen Donghae naked more than a few times, he knew in some part of his brain that Donghae was huge – and more than a few fans had pointed that out as well – but feeling it was another matter entirely. He was suddenly very glad that at least for this initial encounter, he would be on top. Nuzzling his nose into the soft skin right behind Donghae's ear, he pressed a kiss to the lobe. “Do you want to be taken care of baby?” he whispered, barely keeping the lust in check.